Date: Sun, 01 Dec 2002 10:15:45 -0500
From: tcson@yours.com
Subject: The Shower

"OK it's your turn." He said emerging from the bathroom, wrapped in his
white towel robe and towelling dry his wet, jet-black hair. The steam was
still rising off his body.

I entered the bathroom, which was still warm and steamy from his shower,
and undressed. It was our nightly routine: after dinner Dad would first
take his shower, and then it'd be my turn to use the bathroom. I'd use the
toilet, shower and brush my teeth etc. before going to bed. That's what the
Chinese do: instead of showering in the morning, we shower at night before
bed. And I do enjoy a good hot shower. So cleansing and relaxing. I was
enjoying the jets of hot water on my skin when Dad entered the bathroom to
brush his teeth. He chatted to me idly as I watched through the steam his
masculine frame in front of the mirror. He stopped talking when he began to
brush, and I observed in the mirror his strong thick chest half exposed
through his robe. I think he went to the gym after work that day, because
his pecs looked particularly pumped. I had to say that he was one hell of
an attractive man. Handsome, fit and strong... Involuntarily my dick began
to thicken and rise.

How embarrassing. I was getting a boner from watching my own old man brush
his teeth. The shower screen was all fogged up, so I don't think he could
see my semi-hard-on. But I wasn't going to go so far as to start jacking
myself while I watched him. I continued to soap my body, and I could feel
that extra bit of tingling on my skin as I did so.

"How long are you going to stay in there for? You're going to turn into a
prune!" Dad said as he finished brushing his teeth. "Come out of there
already."

I turned off the water and emerged from the shower, wrapping the big bath
towel around me. My father stayed in the bathroom and watched as I dried
myself. Suddenly he reached over and took the towel away from me. He
stepped closer and put the towel on my head, and began to dry my hair for
me. My whole naked body was now exposed for him to see, and he was standing
quite close to me. But he didn't pay my semi-hard-on any attention. When he
finished with my hair, he kept going and began to dry my back. The whole
time Dad was rubbing my body with that towel, my pecker got harder and
harder until it reached a full hard-on and was pointing straight at
him. Still Dad acted all nonchalant about the whole thing. We were both
silent, and looked at each other intently. Then the towel was rubbing and
drying my butt cheeks. Being hard in front of my own Dad, with his hands
rubbing my butt, was so damn sexy that my hard prick jerked a few times.

He dropped the towel on the floor, and untied his robe. I drank in the
sight of his beautiful torso and the big bulge between his legs tenting the
white cotton fabric of his briefs. He held his robe open, inviting me into
his embrace. I took a step forward, and Dad wrapped his arms around me and
enveloped me in his robe. Our bodies pressed together, my naked penis
pressed against the stretched fabric of his briefs. I could feel the hard
package underneath. My father continued to dry me with his robe. Underneath
the robe, I put my arms around his chest. When I looked up at him, his lips
immediately covered mine and we began a lovers' kiss, tongue and all.

We must have stood there and kissed in silence for about five minutes
before Dad shrugged off his robe altogether. He quickly shed his underwear
as well. His impressive member sprang into view, hard and thick. Excitement
had turned my Dad's cock into an angry red colour. Now both totally nude,
we wrapped our arms around each other again and made out some more in th
bathroom. The feeling of my father's naked cock scorching my skin was
delirious.

After a while Dad broke our embrace. He looked at me and smiled. Man, he
has a beautiful smile! He put his hand on my shoulder and walked me toward
his bedroom. I climbed onto the large bed, laid down, and looked up at
him. Dad was such a beautiful man. Such a handsome face, with his short
jet-black hair. Dad was very fit, with a great, strong body, especially for
a man of forty-four. His shoulders were broad, his arms strong, his pecs
thick and meaty, his waist trim, and he had a butt and legs to die
for. Like most Chinese men, his golden skin was mostly smooth and hairless,
except for the soft dark fur beginning around his lower abs and leading to
the thick black bush from which his erect member was now proudly jutting
out. His thick cut cock was pointing at a 90-degree angle from his
body. His plump juicy ball sac swayed as he climbed into bed. That must be
the sexiest sight in the world: my naked hunky dad climbing into bed with
me... for me.

My father sat next to me in bed and looked me up and down, his eyes
hungrily drinking in the sight of my taut nineteen-year-old body. His gaze
was so intense, so full of need and wonder. Then I felt the palms of his
hands on my torso as he began to run them over every inch of my skin: over
and around my chest and shoulders, my abs, my neck, my face, my legs. The
feel of his strong hands felt so great on my skin that I was writhing
underneath his touch. "Mmmmph..." Finally I couldn't take it anymore, and I
took one of his hands and put it between my legs. His hand closed around my
aching hard-on in an assured grip, as he lowered his lips to mine. We
kissed, father with son, lovers. I put my hands on his face and pulled him
closer to me. Dad's hand ever so gently stroked my hard cock, rubbing his
thumb over my sensitive head. I too reached down for my father's organ and
stroked him in the same way. His tool felt so hot and thick in my grip, so
hard and full of power. All this time we continued to kiss, our lips and
tongues caressing each other.

Without breaking our kiss, Dad rolled on top of me. My hands were all over
his body: his hair, his big strong shoulders, his muscular back, his smooth
butt. He planted wet kisses all over my face and neck. I could feel his
enormous erection pressed up against my own, digging into my tummy. But
what felt the sexiest and most wonderful was the heat and weight of his
strong body on top of mine, completely engulfing and crushing me in his
embrace, vast expanses of our skin pressed into naked contact. As our
tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths, my mind spinned at the
idea that I was making out with my own father. If anyone had told me a year
ago that I'd be doing this, I would never have believed it. In general
Chinese parents are very conservative and even squeamish when it comes to
the subject of sex. And I certainly didn't recall the topic of sex ever
being discussed or even mentioned between Dad and me. I most certainly
never dreamed that Dad and I would one day be having sex and enjoying it
together.

Dad scuttled down the bed and started kissing and licking me all over my
torso. The dark evening stubble on his square jaw grazed my skin as he
tasted his son's smooth young shoulders and pecs, sucking on each of my
nipples, then worked his way down to my abs. I looked down to watch his
head travel up and down the length of my body, running my fingers through
his thick black hair as I moaned and sighed.

Then he turned his mouth on my dick, which had been yearning for attention,
twitching and leaking precum on to my stomach. He didn't go down on me
straight away. Dad lifted my hefty cock off my taut abs with his fingers
and started planting wet kisses all over it. Then he stuck out his tongue
and licked my hot pole on all sides from root to tip, over and over
again. I kept stroking his hair. He had me tingling all over, and I wanted
to close my eyes and throw my head back. But I struggled to keep my eyes
open so I could watch my Dad make love to my big cock. I lost my struggle
when he suddenly popped my whole rod into his mouth and started sucking. I
arched my back and threw my head back and I moaned and moaned. "Mmmph... oh
Dad... uh..." My whole world revolved around the wetness and warmth and
suction of his mouth as my Dad bopped up and down on my pole.

"...aghh, it feels so good..."  When I thought I couldn't take any more,
Dad let me out of his mouth. I watched as my thick slimy cock re-emerged
from between his lips. Dad laid down next to me and we kissed
passionately. I knew this was my turn. I wasted no time crawling on top of
him and immediately went to work kissing and sucking on his broad, thick
chest while I held on to his big hard biceps. I bathed his nipples in
saliva and teased them with my teeth.

I began to work my way down his beautiful body and it wasn't long before I
was slobbering all over my father's hot penis. I started off nuzzling the
big muscle with my nose, and then began to kiss and lick it up and down the
full length. I held my Dad's mouth-watering cock up by the base, pointing
it up towards the ceiling, and licked it from root to tip like an
over-sized icy pole. I could tell from the rumbling in his chest that he
was enjoying the sensation as well as the sight. I would've done anything
to please my Dad. When I was done kissing and licking the gigantic pecker,
I popped it into my mouth. I didn't bop up and down on him at first. I just
held his cock head in my mouth, bathing it in saliva, gently massaging its
underside with my tongue. He tasted so good! I was sucking on it ever so
slightly. After a while I started to move. My lips formed a seal around his
pole and my head moved up and down along his length. With my right hand
holding on to the base of Dad's penis, my left hand reached up to feel the
hard muscles of his torso. But by far the hardest part of Dad's body was
throbbing between my lips. When I opened my eyes all I saw was his black
pubic bush. But I could hear his laboured breathing and I could feel his
fingers stroking my hair. Dad started to writhe in bed and began the
thrusting motion of a gentle face-fuck.

I was really starting to savour the sensation when I felt Dad's fingers on
my cheek and he lifted my face off his cock. He pulled me up on top of him
and then rolled us over so he was on top. He pressed his crotch against
mine and reached between our legs to grab hold of our cocks. He pressed our
two naked hard cocks together and began to rub and stroke them. He reached
for some lube and added it on to his palm and smeared it over our
rods. "Come on..." He indicated for me to join in. I put my hand over his,
and we massaged our sex organs together. Aww, rubbing dicks with my own
father - now that's sexy! We felt so good together. This was really getting
my blood pumping.

Dad's hand travelled downward, first to fondle my balls, then to my butt
crack. He found my butt hole and started massaging it. His fingers
alternated between tracing light tickling circles around my bud and firmly
pressing on it. It didn't take long for his middle finger to find its way
in there and start the exploration inside my body. Soon two of his fingers
were moving in and out of my butt. Feeling his fingers move inside me
really had my whole body melting against his.

I squirmed helplessly as Dad's fingers played with my butt hole, massaging
the ring and digging his fingers in and out. "Mmmmph, that's so good
Dad..." Then he withdrew his fingers. He squeezed more lube onto his hand
and, looking at me lewdly, reached for the large fiery pole between his
legs.

"What are you doing, Dad?"

A mischievous smile crept onto his face. "What do you think I'm doing? I've
gotta be in you, baby. I've gotta be in you badly."

"No, Dad... Not yet. I'm not ready."

He pressed his slippery hand against the opening of my ass and ran it up
past my scrotum to grab my raging hard cock. "You seem ready to me."

"Let's wait a bit longer."

"What's the matter?" He looked somewhat baffled and disappointed. "I
thought you liked getting fucked by your father."

"... Dad, you know I do. It's just that..." I said in a voice mixed with
embarrassment and lust. "I want to play with your cock some more... before
it disappears into me."

He looked at me, and broke into a smile. He gave my dripping cock a couple
of strokes, and then straddled me, climbing up the bed until he was
straddling my chest. I looked up to see his rock hard paternal muscle
hovering over my face. He pointed it at me and rubbed the tip across my
lips, then all over my face, tracing the contours of my brows and my nose,
leaving trails of clear juice. I grabbed his muscle with both hands and
started to stroke and kiss his smooth Chinese rod all along its full
length.

After a while Dad unstraddled me and knelt next to me on the bed. I propped
myself up and dived for his erection, worshipping it with my tongue and
lips. I could feel him watching me, watching me with my head between his
legs, watching me make love to his rod. "You know, I've been thinking we'll
do something special for your twentieth birthday next month."

"Mmmm... what could be more special than this?" I mumbled with my mouth on
my father's cock. I wrapped my lips around the head of his bold muscle and
swallowed as much as I could. Such strong, delicious meat. He closed his
eyes and sighed. My head started bobbing up and down on my father's
pole. "Yeah... this is pretty special, what we've got..." I felt Dad's hand
stroking the back of my head as my wet lips glided back and forth on his
thick boner. He placed his other hand on his hips, and began to face-fuck
me ever so slowly. I made love to his meat with my mouth, and I was sure
the pleasure was all mine. Soon I felt his hand on my own erection, rubbing
and stroking it. I was leaking all over my abs. Dad played around with my
balls while I sucked him. Soon his fingers were darting in and out of my
butt again. I was delirious with pleasure and desire, moaning and groaning
through a mouth stuffed with daddy cock.

"Do you wanna be fucked now?"

I pulled off his cock and looked up at his handsome face. "Yes,
Dad. Please. I need you so much."

He moved down the bed and repositioned himself between my legs, lubed his
cock up, and pulled my legs up in the air. Leaning forward towards me, his
cock head immediately aligned itself with its target. Pressing himself
towards me, my father's cockhead popped into my already yearning hole
without difficulty. Leaning further into me, his granite hard shaft slowly
but surely pushed its way into my butt until his pubes were pressed right
against my ass cheeks. The tremendous relief of having my empty hole filled
and stretched by my father's thick shaft was instant. We both sighed at the
wonderful sensation.

I hung on to his bulging biceps and braced myself for him to start
moving. And when he did, ever so slowly, amazing electric buzzes travelled
up and down my body, radiating from my ass. I moaned and gasped as Dad slid
his hips slowly back and forth, massaging my insides with the full length
of his hard cock. He leaned down further towards me until his handsome face
was only inches from mine. I looked up at him and found him with his eyes
wide open. Our eyes locked in intense contact as he began to fuck me. He
was breathing heavy too, and began to build up the tempo of his
thrusts. Every stroke was sure and authoritative, but always gentle. Man,
the way he moved was sexy! I loved how hard he was. And I loved it that he
was hard for me.

My hands roamed and explored the expanse of his smooth, strong back as
Dad's hips continued to drive his muscular shaft into me at a steady
rhythm. "...Ugh... we really shouldn't be doing this you know." Dad uttered
to me through gritted teeth.

Occasionally Dad would say such exasperating things while we are making
love, as if suddenly wrecked by pangs of guilt. Hello!? Here I was naked in
bed with my own father, each of us so hard for the other that we could
drive a nail through a brick wall, and my father was deep-dicking his own
flesh and blood only son. Of course I knew we weren't supposed to be doing
this! I pressed my lips on his sweaty neck and grunted in reply. I didn't
know what I could say. Because even though we both knew a father and his
son shouldn't be fucking, it didn't change the fact that neither of us
could help himself. It didn't stop the amazing pleasure coursing through
our bodies. It didn't change the fact that we both knew this wasn't our
last time. And it didn't change the fact that, even as Dad uttered those
words, the determined thrusts of his fuck stick didn't even miss a beat. He
didn't fuck like a man who had any reservation about what he was doing.

If anything, I thought I felt his daddy muscle swell to a new dimension of
hardness.

Dad suddenly propped himself up on his arms and started really driving his
dick into me. It changed the angle of his fucking cock and made me really
squirm and moan with pleasure as the engorged cockhead hit new spots inside
my body. I squeezed and kneaded his beautiful butt as he gave it to me hard
and deep. I was thrashing underneath his body and getting used to this new
pleasure, when he suddenly slid back and pulled his cock out of me. "Aww,
Dad..." The emptiness left by his penis was almost too much to bear. I
looked at my father, his face and body flushed and covered in a thin film
of perspiration, his shiny angry erection jutting out obscenely from the
black bush between his legs. That's the thing I wanted back inside of
me. But I didn't complain. I trusted Dad, and I've made love with him
enough times to know that this is nothing unusual: he sometimes liked to
switch positions a few times before the fuck is through. And so with
obedience and anticipation I let him flip me over and positioned me on my
hands and knees. He smeared more lube on himself, dug his knees between
mine and immediately put his dick between my ass cheeks. He teased me,
taking his fuck tube between his fingers and rubbing it up and down my butt
crack.

"Baby, I'm gonna make you mine..."

"I AM yours!"

"Well," He pushed. "I'm gonna make your butt mine." He said as he shuffed
his thick erection right back into my butt until I felt his pubes hair on
my ass.

"Oh yes Daddy. It's all yours!" I went crazy, and began buckling back and
forth, fucking myself on his cock, twisting my butt around and slamming my
butt back against his pubes. He was so fucking hard and I just couldn't get
enough of him.

"Hey, easy..." Dad chuckled, placing a firm hand on the small of my back
and grabbing my waist with the other to steady my movements. "There's no
hurry here. There's plenty of cock for you. I'm not going anywhere." He
slowed me right down and then held me still. Then, with his hands still on
my back and waist, he began to rock back and forth, stabbing my body with
his tremendous tool, making sure he was giving me the benefit of his full
length with each stroke. In the last two months since my father and I
became lovers, I'd been learning a great deal about lovemaking from my
Dad. He's a patient and fantastic coach - maybe so fantastic that
occasionally I still went out of control. But he'd always rein me in,
making sure that we enjoy each other as much and for as long as possible.

Feeling the volume of his hard meat traveling in and out of me was sheer
ecstasy. Just as I was thinking I was the luckiest son in the world, Dad
started to guide the movements of my body in time with his, pressing me
forward as he withdrew, and pulling my hips back on to him as he entered. I
felt so fucking good. It was as if my ass was made for his cock. Under my
father's guiding hands, our bodies moved to a steady rhythm in perfect
synchronisation. Then Dad let go of my body, but continued to plumb me with
his hot man cock. My body continued to buckle in synch with his. With each
stroke I was hungrily pushing my ass back to receive the cock that made
me. Man his cockhead was really hitting the spot! I felt my father's hands
running up and down my back in fatherly caresses. I loved the feeling of
Dad's hands on my smooth young body. "Ooh, I like the way you move baby..."
he cooed.

Fuck! How was it possible that my own father could make me feel so good? My
own hard cock was swinging hard from the butt-slapping fuck from Dad, clear
juice dripping from my cockhead. Dad fucked me like this for a couple more
minutes before he leaned back and sat back on his haunches, pulling my butt
down with him. He positioned my ass a few inches above his pubes, and
started slamming his pelvis upward in rapid short strokes. I was almost
squatting over him as his erection fucked me in fast and furious upward
stabs like a piston in over drive. My own erect cock was pointing straight
up. My cock and balls waved and bounced in the air as my body shook with
the impact of each collision. He'd never fucked me this way before. Neither
Dad nor I had dared to grab my cock, knowing that it would send me over the
edge straight away. The room was filled with sounds of his pelvis slapping
against my butt cheeks and the squish of his nine-incher pumping my ass
tunnel. It felt so damn sexy. "Mmmph, Dad, you're really spoiling me
now..."

"Well you know I like spoiling you... and...ag... ah..." He could hardly
speak. "... you know it makes Daddy feel pretty good too..." His pelvis
kept slamming my butt.

Dad lifted me off his cock - it popped out of my ass, flipped me over on my
back, and mounted me again straight away. His desperately engorged daddy
cock penetrated me immediately and he began banging away at lightning
speed. I felt so full, so complete. "... Da... ad...dy..." I
moaned. "... Fuck your son... I need ya... I want my dad's spunk!" I could
sense he was getting very very close, and we were heading for the home
run. Frankly I could've exploded any moment. I hugged him hard towards me,
trying to achieve as much skin contact as possible. It wasn't just my Dad's
cock that I was enjoying; I was enjoying his whole body. Dad covered my
mouth with his. We kissed, grunted and panted into each other's mouths. I
loved the sound of his breathing and his grunts. I had my legs around his
thrashing butt and my hands were rubbing and squeezing his smooth, thick
pecs, my thumbs massaging his nipples. His tongue was doing rude things in
my mouth as he fucked me till I thought his cock would break. The whole bed
must have been shaking - my world certainly was. The friction of my
father's hard pole churning in my ass and the friction between our bodies
were too much, and I felt my orgasm rush upon me suddenly out from deep
within my tummy, seizing my whole body in contortion and ecstasy. Jism
began spurting from my cock. Sensing my climax, Dad let himself go as well
and, growling throatily in my mouth, thrusted his pole deep and hard into
me and released a torrent of thick daddy cream. Man, he had a big load for
me. Feeling my insides coated with the hot juicy spunk gushing out of my
own father's jerking cock was surely the most deliriously sexy
sensation. Dad continued to pound in and out of me while he came, fucking
his sperm deep into his son. I grunted and gasped as I received his fertile
seeds. My spewing cock splattered our torsos with my semen. We held on to
each other's sweaty body for dear life, shaking and trembling as we shared
our climax.

We stayed that way for I don't know how many minutes, coming down from our
shared orgasm. Eventually, when we regained our senses, Dad rolled off
me. We looked at each other, and kissed, and kissed. I rested my head on
his shoulder and wrapped my arm around him.

Dad kissed me on my forehead, and spoke after a long silence. "You know,
sometimes I wish you weren't my son..."

"Dad! What a horrible thing to say!" The cum he shot in my butt was still
warm.

"No no no." He turned toward me and covered my face with wet kisses. "You
know that's not what I mean. What I mean is..."

"I know what you mean Dad. But I'm glad that you're my father..." I put my
lips on his mouth and enjoyed a long wet kiss. "And I'm glad that you're my
lover." On our first night together, we'd discovered that we both wanted
the same thing, that it could really happen; we crossed the line, and found
out how wonderful we were together. Since then we hadn't been able to get
enough of each other. I mean, if I put myself out there, there would
probably be no shortage of men running after me. But, even though I hadn't
had a lot of experience with men, I knew the man I really wanted was my
father. If only I could find another man who could make me feel the way Dad
did, in and out of bed. But Dad got me hotter than anyone else, and I
couldn't imagine anyone else satisfying me like he did. And it wasn't just
a physical thing. The intimacy between us was so much deeper and more
complex. The swell of emotions we shared during lovemaking was what made us
so great together. He gave me the kind of love that only a father could
give his son.

Actually, in the last two months, even our relationship out of bed had
become better. Dad had told me with amusement that a couple of his friends
had remarked to him: "You two get along so well. I wish I had that kind of
relationship with my son..." And Dad could only respond with a smile and a
nod, chuckling to himself deep inside that these men had no idea what they
were wishing for. (Although I confess that as Dad told me about this, the
mental image of Uncle K. getting it on with his elder son was rather
exciting to me.)

Dad smiled at me, and turned his face towards the ceiling, seemingly lost
in thought. After a while he spoke.

"You know... when we were making love on Sunday morning... "

"Yeah of course."

"You were sitting on my lap, facing me, with your hands on my shoulders. I
was looking at you, at your face... you had your eyes closed, your lips
parted, your face was all flushed with all these amazing expressions
passing over it while you were bouncing up and down with me inside of
you... I never thought that I'd ever see my own son like this... You looked
so adorable and sweet and handsome, and at the same time so incredibly
sexual and aroused and grown up. You looked... so happy. And at that moment
I knew that I love you now more than ever. More than I ever thought
possible..."

I was speechless. I felt exactly the same way about Dad. I never thought I
could become so close to him. And I loved him now in so many ways that I
couldn't put it into words. I just reached over and drew him into a deep
kiss and a tight embrace, still hungry for his touch.

"Anyway, where else would I find another beautiful boy like you?" But I
thought he was the beautiful one.

"You know you haven't brushed your teeth yet."

Shit, what are fathers like?  He hadn't stopped being my father and telling
me to brush my teeth before bed, even though I'd just sucked his cock and
he'd just given me a good hard fuck.

"I think we might have to head back to the bathroom for another shower
anyway." Our bodies were moist and sticky from our sweat and my
sperm. Dad's spent cock laid against his thigh, nestled in his black bush,
which was soaking with the lube, sweat and our mixed juices.

"Or, we could have a bath together." Dad said as he sat up and held out his
hand.



This story is (unfortunately) fictional. It describes the fantasy I've had
of my own father for many years. You may read it on its own, or as a sequel
to another story entitled 'First Night'.

Email comments to tcson@yours.com Comments are especially welcome from any
Asian fathers who have similar fantasies about their own sons.