Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2008 07:02:42 -0500 From: Nifty Cub Subject: DAD ON THE CAN: PART 6 Note: This story contains adult content. If this offends you, do not read it. DAD ON THE CAN: PART 6 Work offered me a raise if I took on a later shift, and I figured it was the chance to save up for a place of my own. My new schedule and dad's rarely lined up, and I hardly ever ran into him at home much anymore. Often I'd get home after midnight and he was in bed. Once in a while he'd stay up for late dinner, but usually he left a note on the fridge pointing me to leftovers. The extra privacy was kind of nice, I had to admit. Not that dad and I were all that modest, but I could strut around the place naked when he was gone. Once in a while I would raid dad's porn stash when I got tired of mine. Occasionally I noticed his tub of petroleum jelly on the bathroom counter with black hairs stuck in it. I was pretty sure he was raiding my magazines, too, because every few days my plastic bag behind the couch was a little sloppily rearranged. The final proof was one afternoon as I had a wank on the couch. I flipped open to a favorite spread in one of my magazines, and saw greasy petroleum jelly fingerprints on the glossy edges of the page. Hell, at least we had the same taste. Dirty dog. The other thing about the late shift was that it let me exercise before work. I hadn't been on a team since college, and missed jogging and lifting weights. After six weeks I was pleased with the bulk and definition I was adding. Dad and I are pretty big-boned guys and hold our weight well. He arm wrestled me one night and I pinned him in a few seconds flat. My sleep got a million times better after hitting the gym, but I was always dead tired by the time I made it home. One night I got in around 1:00 and heard the TV going. I was about to call out when I heard a sharp snore from the living room. I put my keys on the counter quietly and took off my shoes. I smiled as I headed in toward the couch. Dad was passed out on the recliner in his boxers, arms folded across his chest. In the blue flicker from the TV, he had a pretty serious look on his sleeping face. His chunky wrists disappeared into clefts between his pecs and upper arms, which pushed his upper chest out. The zone in the square of his folded arms was black and dense. There was a little glint of silver chain in the middle of the fur, and only about half an inch strip of bare skin separating the top of his chest hair and his five o'clock shadow. His mouth was open and the man was really sawing some logs. I plopped on the couch and got ready to pass out, myself. I pulled off my work clothes and threw them in the corner. The belt buckle hit the wall, and I flinched, but dad snored steady on. I flicked through infomercials on TV and landed on a cheesy soft porn flick. A nerdy scientist was having a dream about being seduced by a bunch of swimsuit models in his lab. They stepped out of clouds of fog behind bubbling beakers and came over to him in their bikinis. One girl in yellow took his glasses off and one in green grabbed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Kind of scrawny guy and cheesy gals, but I realized it had been a few days since I popped a load. Why the hell not. I glanced over to dad. I just had on my boxers and was able to get that elastic band under my nutsack quickly and quietly. After a few dry, flesh-thwacking strokes I put one of the cushions up on its side to block dad's view, in case he woke up. Nice attempt, but it kept falling over on me. I jacked in the open, quietly as I could, but definitely heard my own thwack-thwack-thwack over the lowered volume of the TV. I looked away from the TV and at him a couple times just to make sure he was out. I didn't stop my jacking when I looked his way, in fact I sped it up. Dad's hairy belly was rising and falling steadily with each of his snores. The pot of his belly came out just over the top of the band of his boxers and his thick black hair disappeared under it. My precum started to flow, first a drop and then a steady stream, which took the decibel level of my stroking up a whole lot. The scientist on TV disappeared with the ladies into a cloud of fog and the scene was over. I was getting close. I think I was gonna get away with blowing a load right in front of my pop while he was snoring on the chair. Then I saw his hardon. Dad hadn't moved an inch, except the steady rising and falling of his belly. But at some point after my stroking got wet and loud, I had stopped watching so cautiously. I could see his heartbeat because that fat dick of his rose up with each one until the head poked out the side leg. Dad's knees were pointed out to the side and the inner thighs showed one of the few places on his body where the hair had been rubbed smooth. That's right where the head of his hardon was bouncing. What a great dream the guy must have been having. I looked down and rubbed that same smooth spot on my inner thighs and felt the tingling and buildup hurling me toward the edge. As I spread my knees out wider and hunched wide-mouthed, dick pointed at my head, I shot one last glance at dad. The belly rose and fell, and one of his big toes twitched. FUCK!!! Up it flew from the deep base of my cock. The contractions shot my first three ropes up to my face: forehead, eye, then chin. I had to keep it quiet, but despite myself heard a stunned "HUNH" escape my mouth. I was heaving, crunching, and thrashing on the couch, riding out the wave as long as I could, and it was a good long one. Finally as I came to, I was aware of the sound of my legs sliding back and forth on the upholstery and my ankle cracking as it curled around. My belly fur was soaked - the hairs floated like seaweed. I looked up to dad, still snoring, didn't move a budge, hardon still poking out his shorts. I was heaving as silently as I could. I pondered dad's folded arms and my cum-dripping hand. I put my paw into my left pit, clamped down, and smeared the load there, as I ambled up toward the bathroom. I shut the door silently and winced as the window opened with a squeak. I lit up one of dad's cigarettes and blew smoke out the window. Looked like one of the neighbors across the way was still up, but I didn't care if they could see me - at this hour that's what they get. Man, this smoke was good, but I was so tired that finishing it seemed like a chore. My eyelids were real heavy. On my way back into the living room I stepped in something slimy. Must have dripped on my way to the bathroom. I passed by the recliner, and dad had shifted position, one arm up, with his eyes buried in the elbow. His other hand was buried in his shorts. As I moved, the flicker from the TV revealed a glistening all over his body. The man's shorts were soaking. There were shiny streaks up his chest and shoulder, and the belly was sopped. I lay down on the couch, and, with a pillow behind my head, assumed the same position. Arm bent over my face and other hand in my shorts. I looked up at dad a couple times and smiled at the rise and fall of his slimy belly. I gave my cock a squeeze and don't recall anything else. When I came to in the morning, dad was gone to work.