Date: Thu, 01 Feb 2024 17:26:27 +0000 From: SFWolf Subject: I'm a Man Now, Dad The following story is is an original work of fiction, based on some actual events. The author is over the age of eighteen. This story depicts sexual situations between adult and minor males. If this context is illegal where you reside, or you otherwise find it offensive, please do not read. Move on to a more suitable story for you. If you are under the age of eighteen, do not read this story. I welcome feedback, both positive responses and constructive criticism, at sfwolf@protonmail.com If you like what you're reading on Nifty, please make sure to donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ to keep this FREE site going. -Wolf I'm a Man Now, Dad I was 14 and after a year post-puberty I was a horny, kinky little fuck. I had experimented with my ass and dick, and had turned masturbation into a full-time job. Creeping into my fantasy life was a sexual attraction to adult men. I wasn't particular: Any masculine adult male was in my crosshairs. Including my Dad. I had been fantasizing about him for a while when I was inspired to see how far I could go. I was determined to create a situation that would show his level of interest in me, and then I would decide what happened next. He was shaving before showering in the Master bath one blisteringly hot afternoon. He rarely closed the bathroom door, and so I decided to take my chances. I wanted to show him that I was a man now. He was standing on his side of the double sinks, completely naked. Without a word I invited myself in and started stripping off. He looked at me in the mirror and raised his eyebrows inquisitively. I looked directly back at him and stepped inside the shower. It was a large space lined in the rough-finish earthtone tiles popular in the early 1980s. The sliding doors were clear glass. The tiled deep tub portion was so large that when we were younger, he would have my two younger brothers and me in the bath with him. I started the water and got to work soaping myself up. Anxiety welled up inside me, waiting to see what his next move would be. I couldn't stop looking at him. He finished his shaving, opened the pop-up drain and turned toward me. `Is there room for me in there,' he asked with a wicked grin. `Sure,' I replied. My heart was about out burst out of my chest. He opened the further door from the shower head and stepped in. We stood in front of each other for a moment, eyes meeting eyes. He took me by the shoulders and gently moved me to the side, stepping past me to wet himself down. `What's going on here?' `I don't know. I guess I just wanted to be near you.' `In the shower?' `Yes.' My heart was racing, and I was now fully erect. `Do you want to touch it?' I couldn't even answer. I reached out and gently took his cock in my hand. He was getting hard. He put his hand on the back of my neck and rubbed the base of my skull with his thumb, like he had many times before. I gently pulled on the wet skin of his penis, like the slowest jack-off I'd ever tried. With the other hand, he reached around me and turned off the water. `I think we're going to be here for a while.' With his hand still on my neck he gently took my smaller cock and rubbed the tip of mine against his now fully-hard cock. Precum dribbled out of both of us, coating both of the heads as he circled his around mine. It was amazing! I felt like I was getting so close when he stopped and sat down on the wide tiled bench that ran the length of the tub. The water matted his body hair and coated his skin with glistening droplets of water. He opened his legs wide, fully revealing his fat 6" dick now at full-mast. `Do you want to taste it?' I wasn't sure. The only time I'd had another dick in my mouth was years earlier, playing with my younger brother. We were both little boys then, with soft little boy dicklets. This was a rock-hard, man-sized tool that I was being offered and it was more than just a little intimidating. I knelt down on the rubber mat on the shower floor and looked at his crotch for a moment, taking it in and planning my next moves. I learned forward and hesitantly took the tip in my mouth. The saltiness of his precum surprised me, in comparison with my sweeter production that I'd tasted many times by then. I was trying to be as careful as possible, so as not to do something wrong. But I still had no idea what I was doing. `Be careful with your teeth. Roll your lips over your teeth and only go as far down as it feels comfortable.' I followed his instructions and pushed my head down until I could feel the gagging begin. I pulled back and tried again. It was much less enjoyable than it seemed in the porn movies I'd seen. I was confused. Maybe I was doing something wrong. With each thrust I tried to take him deeper into my mouth, jabbing the back of my throat and gagging each time. My eyes began to tear up and my knees burned from the hard tile beneath the thin mat. Before I could make another stab at my uvula, he took my head with both hands and stopped me. Holding me still, he leaned in and gave me a long, deep kiss. Then another one, his tongue lightly grazing mine. `I love you. I love you so much' he said, seemingly on the verge of tears. `Get up,' he commanded. `You sit.' He put his hands in my armpits and lifted me slightly, steadying me as I tried to get on my feet with my burning knees. He pivoted me around to sit before kneeling down in front of me. My thin, 5 1/2" teen cock with still more growing to do dripped with beads of clear precum. First he lapped up each drop with the tip of his tongue. Then gently wrapping his mouth around it he sucked. It was the most heavenly, warm and beautiful feeling I'd ever had. I was so excited that it wasn't more than a few seconds until I came hard into his mouth. I wanted to scream it felt so good, but there were others at home. As I shot down his throat over and over, he groaned and started jacking himself off. All it took was a few strokes before cum roped out onto his hand and the shower floor. He pulled away from me and swallowed hard. Then he licked his cum off the back of his hand. He sat down next to me on the shower bench and leaned in to give me a long, deep kiss. `This is our secret. No one can know about this, or I'll be thrown in jail and I'll never be able to see you. Can you keep our secret' he asked with imploring eyes. `Yes, I'll keep it.' `Alright. We'll shower again soon, and I'll show you some other things.' That was the day that my Dad and I became as close as a father and his son can ever be. There would me much more to come. _____________________________________________________________________ If you like what you're reading on Nifty, please make sure to donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ to keep this FREE site going. -Wolf