Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2007 02:05:11 -0400 From: Nifty Cub Subject: DAD ON THE CAN: PART 4 Note: This story contains adult content. If this offends you, do not read it. DAD ON THE CAN: PART 4 That morning in the bathroom, getting the dried cum out of my belly hair was going to be about as easy a wad of chewing gum. But I was sweating profusely and the stuff was getting reconstituted into gummy stripes up my chest. There were clumps of hair on the floor from my & dad's haircuts last night. I scraped the bottom of my feet against my calves as I stepped into the shower. I was singing and lathering up the mess on me when I smelled cigarette smoke in the room. "Someone is cheerful for this early in the morning," dad called from the sink. I felt a laugh in my ribs. Dad was right. I woke up feeling like a million bucks. My humming echoed off the shower walls and I couldn't help it. Dad turned the sink on and made some comments about all the hair on the floor. We made small talk on either side of the shower curtain, each doing our thing. I think he was shaving. I watched the patterns of hair on my belly, crotch, and thighs swirl around in the soap, and with a few pulses I was boning up. If dad wasn't right there, I could tell it would be a great morning for a long stroke in the shower. I was feeling like a teenager. "Gonna flush, son, watch out." I moved to the back of the tub and the water ran cold. Against the tile, I could see dad moving around in the reflection. His back was to the wall and the two stretches of fur from his shoulders to his lower back looked like a dark vest he was wearing backward. I moved my head under the spray and squirted out a wad of shampoo before I realized I didn't need it. I smeared it on my buzzed head anyway, still not used to feeling my scalp. "I'm not used to this stubble yet," I called out to dad. He grunted in response. It sounded like a heavy, labored grunt, not a sign of assent. His thoughts were off somewhere. I listened intently but couldn't make out much other sound over the water. I kept flashing back to that first shot of cum landing on me from out of the sky last night. I gave my dick a couple good long strokes before deciding it would have to wait. I had been in there a while. I turned the water to cold and rinsed off. I was still half hard when I reached a dripping arm around the curtain for the towel. Dad was gone. Whew. The boner still wasn't fully down yet. I pulled the curtain open all the way and dried off. Plunk, plunk. Both of my feet right in the middle of piles of hair on the floor. I lifted my arms and dried out my pits in front of the sink. I gave them a sniff and toweled off the fur on my chest. Dad called out good day from the front door and I heard it shut behind him. That's when I looked down into the sink and recognized some incriminating puddles. What a fucking mess. I could hardly believe my eyes. There were shots of semen covering the front rim of the counter and the chrome on the sink. A big puddle had oozed toward the drain and brought a bunch of hair clippings with it. Dad's tub of Vaseline was on the side of the counter with the lid off. I threw the towel aside and bent over, my face a couple inches from the counter. I studied the clumps of bright white sperm swirling in the clear fluid and took a sniff, not bringing in much but the musky, smoky smell the room always has. My cock was back to full attention and throbbing for what was coming. I made the decision quickly. Heart leapt a little bit as I scooped up dad's cum in my paw and grabbed the Vaseline with the other hand. My dick pointed the way as I plodded into dad's room and slammed down on his bed. My sheets and pillow from the night before were on the corner of the bed and I slung a leg over them. I smeared the first part of dad's jizz from stubby fingertips onto the head of my cock and let out a deep growl. This was gonna be a great nut. Lying on the top of the bed and stroking on my cock I couldn't help replay last night's stroke session from a new perspective. I smeared more and more of his cum to my cock until I was slurping away whole fist. Hips curling and uncurling. I enjoyed the weight of my big arm going at it and giving the whole bed steady movement. My heart rushed when everything started squeaking just like it did last night for dad. I was grunting and bracing the bed with my heels to fuck my fist. I quickly reached the point where I had to start and stop a few times or the load was gonna fly out of me. I turned my head to check out the view of the floor where I had been sleeping - not much, just the top of the electrical outlet. I lifted the hand with dad's cum to my face and it smelled like bleach and musk from my pubes. I moaned the moment I put it back on my penis. My other hand roamed up, down, and all over the lower part of my belly. The fur made a soft, crackling sound. Fuck. I felt the load rising up and it was great. I moved the roaming hand to the base of my dick for a firm squeeze, down to my nuts, and then to that spot right behind my ballsack - furry and hot. Then with a red faced roar I started cumming. REAL good. It just flew up and out from the energy I had been building up all morning. After the first shot hit my lip and chin I quickly rolled my torso and watched with tongue lolling out of my mouth as the white ropes arched over the side of the mattress and splattered the floor where I had slept the night before. Two, four, six shots volleyed over the side of the mattress. I was gaping like an idiot and moaning hoarsely and repeatedly. My nuts felt like they were never going to descend again. I collapsed in a sweaty mess. I could feel a big old shit-eating grin and waves of relief. When my chest stopped heaving I put my chin over the side of the mattress to check out the damage on the floor. Truth is, I could still make out dry white circles from the night before, and most of those were dad's. I decided to leave my fresh shots there and check it out tonight or when I could next, see how obvious it looked. In the meantime, it was time for a quick return to the shower. The a/c was off and I was sweating like a pig. I got halfway to work when I think I remembered the tub of Vaseline. It was hard to remember - I didn't remember seeing it lying around in the bedroom, but I don't remember putting it back. I let the thought stay with me for a minute and then let it go.