Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2023 19:42:50 +0100 From: Max Subject: « Full Frontal » (no chapters) This is somewhere between fact and fantasy. Would love to chat with like-minded fathers and sons : fka.maxime@gmail.com My name is Maxime, I'm a regular French guy, living in Paris, and I was 23 when the following happened. My childhood and adolescence were pretty normal, ie boring, and, to add to the cliché, my parents split up when I was 14. They were not fighting or yelling at each other like crazy people but I guess they were just not happy together. My father left the house and took a job abroad, where he remarried but never had any other children. We had never been close but were not mad at each other either (boring, I tell you). We vaguely kept in touch as the years passed, birthdays, holidays, the occasional trip, but never really developed a relationship. Not that I was lacking one either, that father figure thing never really stuck with me and although I knew I did have a father, his absence was not the cause for any grief. Sexually ? I defined myself as bi (although to myself only, officially straight). I had had a few girlfriends and I enjoyed sex with them, just as I enjoyed it with the occasional guy, generally around my age and with no particular regularity. This all begins when I receive a message from my father (there we are) announcing he's back in France for a few weeks on a business trip and small vacation, asking whether I would be ok with him living in the family apartment during that time. Why is he asking ? Because I was the sole occupant of said apartment at that time (my mother had remarried too and was living with her husband). It was lofty and had 3 bedrooms, so I did not mind a roommate. My father arrived and settled quite quickly. He was quiet, did not invade my privacy nor ask any questions, and I extended him the very same courtesy. We had different schedules so we did not see each other or talk much, but neither of us seemed to mind. Saturday morning, I'm in the living room, just browsing the oh so fascinating internet on my phone and drinking coffee, when my father gets out of his bedroom and joins me. He was wearing a light grey t-shirt and a pair of striped blue boxer shorts. The vision struck me. Not only had I not lived with him for a while but I always remembered him as shy and not the kind to walk around in his underwear. My surprise must have been showing, as he went : "What ?" "Huh ? Nothing, nothing... I just, em, I just don't think I've ever seen you in boxer shorts" "You haven't? Well, nothing to write home about !" he says with a sarcastic smile and just moves on to the kitchen. I can't say I shook it off easily and I'm not sure I knew why. My father was a typical straight dad, 51 years old, medium height and build, short grey hair and blue eyes (which I luckily inherited). I had never thought of him as a sexual person, not only because I was not very much in touch with him, but also because he was not at all the type of man I was sleeping with then. I had not exactly seen him naked either. The boxer shorts were loose so I could not see the shape of his penis as I would have if he had been wearing briefs, but it was still just a thin layer of coton away and that encounter made me very aware of that fact. He walked back through the living room with his own coffee and went straight to his room, giving me an ordinary "hi" kind of look and smile, confirming nothing exceptional had just happened. I went on with my own weekend business and forgot about it, until the next Monday evening when I came back home around 10 pm, after a few drinks with friends. The lights were on in the apartment. "Max, that you ?" "Yes dad!" "You got a package, it's on the small table in the living room" "Can't see anything here" "Oh shit, you're right, I got it right here" I can hear him coming over to bring me the package and there comes apparition number 2. This time, my dad is wearing nothing but boxers. His chest is reasonably hairy, greyish hair in select areas and he has a small belly which looks more cosy than flabby. His arm is up scratching his head so I can also see his armpit hair, untrimmed and grey as well. "There it is, I ran into the mailman so he... What ?" Wide open eyes (but probably not as wide as mine) and a small wondering smile. "Max, what's going on ?" "Hmm ? Sorry dad, nothing. Nothing". "Is this again because I'm in my underwear ?" This time, he's actually amused. "What ? Oh, I... I don't know, no it's fine. Seriously, just never saw you like that, no big deal. Sorry dad" How red must have been my face ? Glad I don't know. "Well we can make it a big deal !" He pulls down his briefs quickly, not fully but just bringing down the top elastic band below the ballsack level and then lets them up again, laughing heartily and handing me the package. I take it and pretend to laugh too while he goes back to his bedroom, still smiling as if he had made a funny joke. It takes me a few seconds to realise what just happened. That was the first time I saw my father's dick. I remember it well. Full brown bush, medium length shaft, long foreskin and hairy above average size balls. A regular dadcock for a regular dadbod. Except, it is my dad's cock and bod... The impact is higher this time as I actually start realising I enjoyed seeing my father naked and would like a further peek. I think about going to ask him something in his bedroom but decide against it, too weird. The drinking does not help, either. I'm tipsy enough to be turned on and brave but not drunk enough to be fearless. I go to my own bedroom and even settle against jerking off thinking about what I just saw. Again, weird. The next day is the start of the vacation part of my father's stay and he leaves early to meet his wife in the South where she owns a country house. I spend the week processing my new inclination but I get more and more confused thinking about it. My dad has left behind a few pairs of dirty boxers in the bathroom hamper and I debate what to do about it. Day 1 and 2 are dedicated to rejecting any underwear-related endeavour (crazy and, mostly, ridiculous), day 3 brings the idea to go take an innocent look (well, they're just dirty boxers, big deal) but day 4 is smell the underwear day. Porn has definitely ruined sexuality and all forms of erotica. I smell my dad's brief, expecting some intoxicating man smell (of what ?) but all I get is dirty coton and a faint fragrance of asshole... Day 4 then agrees with Day 1 and 2 (crazy and ridiculous) and does not give way to Day 5. By the time my dad is back the following weekend, everything is back to normal (or so I convince myself). He comes home and there it is : I see my father in a new light. Although I'm looking at him fully dressed (casual jeans, button down shirt under a V neck sweater, navy rain coat and dark brown suede shoes), I must now face the truth : he's attractive (to me, at least). I act casual not to attract his attention and make him laugh again, but I secretly hope to see more skin while he's here. So much for casualness, however : I'm the one in my underwear now (boxers), lying on the couch with my computer on my lap, not having realised what time it was. My dad does not miss it, of course. "Well, looks like we've swapped positions ! I have seen you like that before, but I must say it was a while ago!" Again, taking this very lightly and having fun while I think I might be going mute from embarrassment. "..." "Are you going to do what I did too?" "What do you mean?" I manage to blurt out, although I stutter so much it must have sounded like a foreign language. "Show me everything, what do you think I mean !?" "What?" "Come on Max, whip it out ! This is just fun!" "..." "Max, you're being weird about this, what's going on?" I suddenly realise that if I don't do it soon, I might start getting hard, which will be a whole other level of embarrassment. "Sorry dad, yeah, I, em, I was not sure what you meant". I pull down my briefs, way more than I or he expected me to and fake a smile while my teeth are actually trembling. "Haha, there you go!" He laughs again and keeps walking to his room. This time I can't hold it and shout I'm off to take a shower (or at least I think I do) then get locked in the bathroom. I'm semi hard and reach for one of the boxers, the navy one he pulled down that Monday evening. I wrap it around my now hard dick and start stroking slowly, feeling better by the second. The cotton touches my balls too and it's soft and warm. I imagine it was close to his balls a few days ago and that heightens the pleasure. I'm afraid to come as I might be loud and the cum stains will show if he washes those boxers himself (it would be weird if I did). I get into the shower and jerk there, imagining my father taking down his boxers fully and his dick getting slowly harder, pulling back his foreskin and just casually sitting in his armchair, legs spread, a drink in his right hand. I don't have enough time to picture myself kneeling in front of him because I come against the tile wall, as loudly as expected. What I had not expected, however, is that I was in such a hurry to get into the bathroom that I did not lock the door. My father hears me almost screaming and comes in, seeing me with my hard dick in my hand, the tip of the head still dripping with cum. I'm frozen but he laughs again, "oops, I was worried when hearing you, but I see you're in good hands !", and then leaves the scene of the crime. I'm even more embarrassed but relieved by the orgasm, so I dry out and go back to my room, my dad in his. Later that evening, not hungry but not sleepy either, I'm keen to watch a little TV so I stick my head out and try to find out where my dad is, not sure I want to meet him tonight. I hear TV dialogues coming from his room so I decide I'm ok and head to the living room, wearing blue tartan pyjama bottoms and a white t-shirt. Less than half an hour goes by and I hear him getting out of his room and coming towards me. No retreat possible now. "Hey - you watchin' TV ?" "Yeah, nothing special, just zapping before going to bed" "I was doing the same. But then I realised I may owe you something" "What do you mean ?" "Well, earlier in the bathroom, you showed me a little more than I showed you before" The smile is still there, but it has turned mischievous. My heart skips a couple of beats and I start understanding what he means. I'm at a crossroads and must decide what to answer. "Oh, well, em, you know, you..." Yeah, amazing... "Wanna pop in some porn and enjoy a little father son bonding ?" And there we are. It's now plain and clear. He sees me flabbergasted and keeps smiling, obviously serious, and not intending to wait for me to answer. He inserts a DVD (did he come out of his room carrying it ?) and just sits on the couch, looking at me. "I hope you're ready this time", laughing again. He takes off his t-shirt, then his boxers, and reveals himself fully naked, right next to me, balls on the couch, dick on top of them, him touching and readjusting it. "Well, go ahead, come on!" I have no idea where I get the courage to, but I do go ahead. Next thing I know, I'm naked too, a little closer to a semi than he is, which he discretely notices. The porn starts. Lonely wife, plummer, leaky faucet, bla bla bla, they're fucking. Big stocky guy and big boobed blond. I'm in awe looking at my dad's dick getting harder and at him stroking it slowly and enjoying a nice time. I'm thinking I should get into this or I'm afraid he may find it weird again and stop everything. "Do you do that a lot, dad ?" "Porn ? Not much, when I'm away usually. But it's the first time I'm doing it with another guy, that's for sure" He actually looks at my cock and happily comments : "well we're pretty much the same, I'd say, except you're thicker". "Yeah, but your balls are bigger" "Oh you've noticed !" he says with a wink which makes me blush again. "Come on Max, just teasing you. Although I must say I saw how upside down you seemed after seeing me naked the other day (so he did notice), I thought you might actually enjoy my offer tonight". Now comes the time to take it upfront. "I am, actually. Are you enjoying it too ?" "Yep, I really am. Wanna help each other ?" Ok, I was not ready for that. Again, he does not wait for me to respond and just puts his hand around my dick which spasms with pleasure. "Whoa, so you are enjoying it, haha ! Wanna help me too ?" I shyly extend a hand which he grabs and brings to his own dick. The feeling is from another type of perception and reality. I've never enjoyed putting my hand on someone's body (or on anything else, for that matter) the way I'm enjoying this. I don't even feel any longer what he's doing to me, and what seems like a few seconds pass when my father takes his hand off my shaft and starts stroking my hair and looking me in the eyes. "Don't worry, what's coming is even better" He slowly bends over and zeroes in on my dick, taking it halk in his mouth and sucking it slowly, up and down. I have to lean back and close my eyes as I feel as if I'm about to faint. It does not feel like a better blow job than the ones I've had before (from either women or men), it feels like the only one, the first and last I will ever get. I'm too close to cumming, so I steer my father's head up and away and take a deep breath. "Are you ok ? We can stop whenever you want to" I deem it useless to answer with words and just bury my head in his hairy chest, wrapping my arms around his abdomen, him doing the same and kissing the top of my head. "My boy", he whispers. My turn. I'm lowering my head and hear him ask "Are you sure?" but I keep going and start kissing his dick, then slowly licking and taking it up my throat. He moans and stirs too, obviously loving this. One week ago, I had never seen my dad in his underwear, and now... He tells me to stop after a few seconds, stands up and takes me by my hand after turning off the TV. We move to the bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and climbs on top of me. He's warm and heavy. He caresses my whole body with his, while kissing me, his tongue massaging mine. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I'm all his. We keep going for a few minutes and he finally stands on his knees, brings our cocks together and strokes them both while looking straight into my eyes. We come together and I feel a shock wave running through my body from head to toes. I can't even look at my father as I must close my eyes from pleasure but I can feel his body throbbing just like mine. I open my eyes and see my belly covered with both our sperms, his thick and off white, mine clearer but more liquid too. He collapses on his back, next to me, and neither of us says a word for the next 5 minutes. We're both just panting, completely speechless. He eventually breaks the silence. "Let's get you cleaned up" He goes out and comes back with a towel to wipe out my belly then lets me move over to the shower where I clean myself robotically, barely aware of what's going on. When I get out, I hear the water running in the other bathroom, so I go back to my bedroom and fall asleep immediately. Waking up the next morning (well, closer to noon, actually), I hear my stepmother's voice in the apartment. Right, he mentioned yesterday she was joining us here for a few days. I get dressed and join them. My father is fully dressed (of course) and smiles at me, not avoiding eye contact, which is a relief. And life goes on. Why wouldn' it, right ?