Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 17:20:52 -0400 (EDT) From: A. Iku Subject: Lazy Day Lazy Day My dad and I have never really been that close... I wouldn't exactly say that we didn't get along or anything, or had tension, but just that we didn't really see each other. I don't know, I guess my dad and I sort of just see through each other. Like we aren't really there. Like we don't really exist to one another. My dad and I just don't connect. We never have. He's like a stranger to me. But I swear I'd do anything, anything just to get to know the guy a little. I just wish I knew what that anything was. At 14 I was a bit of a mature kid. Most of the childish things I had once loved, were long since behind me. But one of my childish vices that still remained, one of the only childish things about me anymore, was my Saturday morning routine. It was still the 90's, the good old days. When Saturday morning cartoons ruled the mornings of every kid. It was the one childish thing I still allowed myself, but of course, in secrecy. My Saturday morning routine was as follows, and I never deviated from it, not even that day. I woke up promptly at 5am, way before my parents would ever be up. I made my way down stairs, clad in nothing but my tightie-whities, sporting quite the full tent might I add. Then I made my way through the house and into the kitchen, where I poured myself the biggest bowl of cereal I could find. Then I was out to living room, where I plopped down on the sofa, flicked the tv on and began to submerge myself in the mind-numbingly awesome world of my viewing pleasures. That morning, I had sat down just in time to catch on of my favorite programs. When suddenly, I hear the front door fly open. I jumped, spilling a bit of milk on the floor. I was so shocked because before I knew it my dad was walking into room. I quickly grabbed a pillow to cover my, what I said before, quite full tent. My dad was a bit on the strict conservative side, and one thing he always got on me about was me walking around the house undressed--uncovered, especially so in front of my mom. And now that things down there are changing, and ever more obvious when I'm excited, he really finds issue with my lack of modesty. Well anyway, I was expecting to get an earful. It was nearly the only time my dad ever really spoke to me, when he had an order or a complaint. But this morning he shocked me. He surprized me."Hey buddy" he greeted me, as he took a seat next to me on the couch. "Hey dad." I greeted him, a bit taken aback by his warm uncharacteristic words to me. "What are you doing up so early?" I asked seeing the obvious exhaustion in his face, as he yawned. He then began to explain to me the events that transpired earlier in the morning. Apparently he had just dropped my mom off at the airport. Hours earlier, in the middle of the night, they got the call that my mother's aunt had died, and without a second thought my mother took the first flight out. My dad told me that she thought it best we stay behind, since I had school and he had work, the following Monday. So it was going to be just "us men" for the weekend, my dad said. I was still shocked and taken back, by the fact that my dad hadn't yet complained about my mess or the fact that I was sitting here half naked. I figured it must have been so early, and he was so exhausted from being woken up so suddenly out of his sleep, that he didn't care enough to complain. But what happened next, was really a shocker. Suddenly out of nowhere, my dad sits straight up, quite enthusiastically, with his hand coming down hard on my bare thigh and says, "This ones my favorite," as a commercial for the next program flashed across the screen. He was so excited. I had never seen him show such emotion, such excitement. Then he jumped up to his feet. "Hey son, why don't we go watch this upstairs in my room on the big tv." He was so excited, I didn't want to disappoint him. Bonding moments like this didn't usually come this easily for the two of us. "Sure dad." I said. "Ok. Clean up down here, and I'll meet you upstairs" my dad said to me as he nearly raced to the stairs. After cleaning up my mess, I wasn't far behind him. Before catching up to my dad, I decided I had better put something on. Though he didn't say anything about the way I was dressed, or wasn't dress for that matter, I thought I had still better cover up before he noticed. At 14, a boner could pop up at any moment, for any reason, and I didn't want my unpredictable erections to ruin a rare moment of bonding with my dad. So I ducked into my room and grabbed some shorts and a t'shirt to put on. Then finally I went to join my dad in his room. When I got there, I was shocked at what I was seeing. My dad was laying there, sprawled across the bed, with his exceptionally round ass just sitting there on display, with nothing but a thin pair of tight white briefs [much like my own] covering his cheeks. I had always thought my dad to be boxers type of guy. But in all honesty how could I have ever known. I don't think prior to this, I had ever so much as seen my dad without a shirt on. My dad was beyond a modest man, but apparently I guess that was only so when my mom was around. When my dad finally noticed me standing at the door, he stood up. For the first time I was able to get the full view of his impressive physique. Now, my dad, he wasn't all that big and muscle bond, but at 40, his body rivaled guys half his age. I was shocked especially considering how much he complains about not being able to go to the gym as much anymore. But fit doesn't even begin to describe my dad's body. Hell, he was hot. I can't believe I'm saying this, but it's true. My dad was fucking hot. He had a naturally solid build, not too ripped, but just the perfect amount of manly muscle. He had dark brown hair running down his chest and stomach, that seemed to make a trail down and around his naval and then into his briefs. And until that very moment, I never really realized it, but my dad was like exceptionally handsome. He had like the perfect amount of scruff on his face [something new, he must not have shaved yet], dimples and green eyes. Again I can't believe I'm saying this, but my dad was fucking hot. For a moment he just stood there staring at me, as I ogled his hot body. Then I looked up, and he seemed to have this really disappointed look on his face. Then he spoke to me,"You got dressed?" "Oh, yeah dad." I said. "I know how you don't like me walking around like that, and I didn't want to upset you." "Now, why would it upset me? We're all men here right. Besides, there's nothing you got that I don't, cept much bigger." Then he winked at me and padded the bed for me to come over. I just laughed. I had never heard my dad talk like that before. I don't think he's ever said a funny word to me my entire life. I quickly dropped my shorts and headed over to the bed. Then as I started to climb on, he stopped me. "We gotta lose this shirt too. No shirts allowed", he said. Then he pulled my shirt over my head and gave me a football pat on my ass, "Get up there" he said to me and I got on the bed. For the next few hours, my dad and I lay there beside one another, in nothing but our tightie-whities, watching cartoons, talking and laughing like we were too old best friends at a sleepover. It was the closest and the most fun I had ever been with my dad. By noon, the last shows had gone off. I was a little sad, because I knew now our father-son bonding time was over. I got up and headed for the door. "Where you think you're going son?" My dad asked. "Shows over." I said as I picked up my clothes from the floor. "Oh yeah, you must have some plans or something. It is the weekend. You are a teenager now. You probably got better things to do, then to hang with your old man, huh." My dad said, with a lump of disappointment in his voice. "No dad, I don't have any plans. I figured you probably did." I said. Then as the words came out of my mouth, the biggest grin came up across my dad's face. "No plans here either." he said stroking his chin with one hand, and inadvertently his crotch with the other. For a moment though, I thought maybe, just maybe, it wasn't inadvertent. That maybe he knew I was watching, and he wanted to entice me. Needless to say, either way he had my attention. "Well son, how about we make a day of it. Just me, you, the tv, and the bed. A lazy day." My dad said with a laugh, and a bit more enthusiasm than I'd imagine he had. "Ok cool. Sounds great" I said, as I raced back over and dive bombed onto my old man. He promptly lifted me up, turned me around and pulled my arms above my head into a full nelson. "Ok I give. I give." I said surrendering to my superior opponent. Like I said before, at 14 lots of things about my body were changing and growing, including hair under my arms. And with them raised above my head, in the position my dad had me in, my pits and their smell were more than noticeable. "Ew man you rink." My dad said to me, nearly putting his nose directly into my pit. "Sorry dad, I hadn't showered yet." I said, a little embarrassed. "Its nothing at all to be sorry for son. That's just the smell of you becoming a man", he said. Then he let my arms drop back down to my sides, but only so he could now put me in a headlock. He had his arm clinched tight around my neck, with his much hairier, much smellier pit right over my face. "Now that's the smell of a real hard working man." He said, grinding his pit into my face. I thought to myself, "working man, dad you're an accountant." But I didn't dare say it out loud. I didn't want this fun to end. But then suddenly, I don't know what came over me, because all of sudden the smell of my dad's pits were becoming intoxicating to me. My heart was thumping, my dick was throbbing, and with no blood in my head, I was definitely not thinking straight. Then before I knew it, I was licking sweat directly from my father's pit. Immediately he moved away and let me go. I thought now it's all over. Just as quickly as our bonding began, it was over. And all because of my stupid teenage hormones. But oddly he didn't say a thing about it. He didn't mention it at all. "Why don't we see what else is on" he said, suddenly changing the subject and the channel. Then he laid back down on the bed and his stomach, and grabbed the remote and started flipping through channels. I just sat there in shock. I couldn't believe what I had just done. And more, I couldn't believe how quickly and easily my usually strict dad shrugged it off. When he finally did found something to watch, he patted the spot next to him for me to join him. And like nothing, we went back to our lazy day. For hours, my dad and I just laid there in bed, and before long we both drifted off to sleep. I don't know when, or how, but somehow in our slumber, I ended up in my father's arms. Then for just a moment, I woke up, only to take in the splendor of us finally being close, finally being connected, finally being comfortable enough to really be father and son. And all it took was one lazy day. The comfort of being in my father's arms was all it took for me to fall back to sleep in no time. It was hours later, before I was reawakened. I was still sleep, still in my father's arms. Only now he wasn't just holding me--caressing me, he was groping me. We were both laying on our sides spooning. My dad had each of his arms under mine, and crossed over my chest. My hands and my arms were laid on top of his. But suddenly his hands started moving. He started rubbing my chest. His touch, it felt so amazing. His hands were both well at work. He started playfully tweaking at my little pink hairless nipples. I never knew just how hard a man's or a boy's nipples could get, until my dad played with mine. At first I pretended to be sleep. But before long, his hands weren't the only part of him that were active. I started feeling something that could only be described as big, and thick. Something that, despite the way we fell asleep, was now free and roaming. I could feel the very big and fleshy, naked helmet of my father's dick rubbing up against my bare ass. I don't know how or when but both of our briefs were long gone. The only thing between our naked bodies was opportunity, space had long since gone too, right along with our underwear. If we were any closer, my father would be inside me. Which shortly he would be. Suddenly my dad started placing kisses on my ear, my neck, my shoulder. And his hands were drifting lower and lower. My breathing started getting slower, as I prepared for what was next. Though young I knew what was coming. My father's big manly hands were having there way with my body. One stayed caressing my young chest and tweaking my nips. While the other had more direct intentions. No one other than myself had ever been anywhere near my prick, but my father was bout to change all that. He grabbed hold of my dick. He started rubbing, and stroking, and sliding his strong hand up and down, my young throbbing shaft. The sheer touch of father's manly hands, were enough to send me over the edge. Barely a stroke or two, before I moaned and released my load into the sheets beneath me. But my father didn't stop there. His kisses continued. And soon he was biting my ear. "I made you feel good, didn't I sweetie," he whispered in my ear. My father had never talked like that before, he had never spoken so sweet to me. "Now why don't you make daddy feel good too." At that point there was no denying him. There wasn't a thing I wouldn't do to make my father feel good, to keep this closeness we now had. "Do you love me sweetie?" My father asked me. "Yes I love you dad." I said "Well do you trust me?" he went on. "Yes with my life." I replied "Then do exactly as I say, and we both can feel good together, ok sweetie" he says to me as he kisses me on the forehead. "Ok dad." I agree. "Now lay on your back" he says. I do as he says and I lay on my back. My erection immediately returns. Then he climbed between my legs, laying flat on his stomach. My prick began to throb even more. Then suddenly he began to lift my legs, pushing my knees up nearly into my shoulders, my prick pointing right at my face, precum glistening on the tip. Then he grabbed it, and gave just the tip a little lick. And that was enough for me to shoot another load, only this time in my own face. It landed somewhere between my nose and my chin. Then I felt all the weight of father's body as he climbed on top of me. His hard hairy pecks pressed into my smooth young chest. Then with his tongue, he licked from my chin to my nose, cleaning every drop of cum from my face. Then he kissed me on the lips. Thrusting his cum soaked tongue into my mouth. I didn't know what to do, so I just followed his lead. After all he was the pro, I was just the beginner. When our lips finally parted, he crawled back down my body, untill he was between my legs again. And this time when he lifted my legs, he went straight for my little rosebud, for my little untouched virgin hole. To say ecstasy, wouldn't even begin to describe the feeling of my father's thick wet tongue inside me. If I died at the very moment, I'd die a very satisfied boy. It felt all so amazing, while he took his time down there, getting my hole all nice and wet. Then he replaced his tongue with two fingers, and started probing and stretching my hole. The pressure was intense. I didn't know how much more of that I could take. I was definitely working with a virgin hole. Then with one last lick, he climbed back on top of me. I admit, I was relieved that the probing was over. But little did I know it was only just beginning. Once again my father kissed me on the lips, with is heavy man's body laying on top me. Then he said, "Son, do you love me?" I nodded my head yes. "Do you trust me?" Again I nodded yes. Then one more time he kissed me and said, "Now its time for daddy to feel good." And that was the only warning he gave, before he pushed the thick, hard tip of his cock inside me. PAIN, is way more than a four letter word. The feeling of my father inside me was ten times, twenty times, a hundred times more painful than anything I had ever felt before. All I could do was scream in anguish. "Shhhh, be quiet sweetie, don't you want daddy to feel good." "Yes, but it hurts." I cried. "It wont soon enough. Just trust me sweetie." And I did. I trusted him. I knew there was no way my father, no matter how strict and cold he had been in the past, would ever hurt me intentionally. But the pain didn't so easily subside. My father was literally pounding the shit out of me. Then suddenly, I started feeling something wet and warm ooze down his dick and out of my ass. I reached down to feel what it was and when I brought my hand back up, I learned that it was blood. I couldn't believe it. My father was destroying my hole. "Stop." I said. And he did. "I'm bleeding daddy, I'm bleeding." I cried out hysterically. "Oh don't worry about that sweetie. Thats just cause its your first time." Then like nothing, he went back to fucking my ass. As if my concerns didn't matter. But as painful as it felt, and as scared as I was, I didn't want him to stop. And he didn't. He kept going. He kept fucking me. My father kept fucking my bloody hole. But the longer he went, the more I got used to it. Before long, the pain was gone. It was like it had never been there. And suddenly that feeling of ecstasy returned. I moaned, "I love you so much dad. I don't ever want you to stop. I want you to fuck me forever." Then once again he kissed me, "I love you too son", and he continued to fuck me. Until I felt his body go limp on top of me and his seed, the seed that made me, begin to seep into my stretched,, no longer virgin hole. Then suddenly, the bedroom door swings open. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO MY SON RICK???" "Uncle Rick?" I said, looking into the eyes of the man that was still inside me, Rick, my Uncle, not my dad. My actual father, who was outraged, stood there fuming at the door, as he watched his identical twin brother fill his son's destroyed hole, with family semen....... -------------------- Needless to say, our family was never the same after that. But at least now my father has a reason to be so distant from me.That night, both my father and my uncle were arrested. My uncle for fucking me, and my father for nearly killing him over it. My father though was let off easy. The judge understood why he did what he did. All his charges were eventually dropped. My uncle though, ended up spending the next 10 years in prison. When my mom returned home, finding out what had happened, she couldn't bare to be around my dad or me anymore. She ended up divorcing him, and sending me away to boarding school. I rarely get to see her now anymore. I never saw my dad again. Years later though, once I was all grown up, my uncle was released from prison. One day he showed up at my door. Oddly, he still looked the same. I don't know why, but for some reason or another, I was happy to see him. And on that day, and on many more to follow, we shared with each other a Lazy Day in bed. Don't forget to Donate to Nifty... And be sure to leave your thoughts about the story at iku_iku227@aol.com And check out my site for more stories http://eroticwordsofiku.weebly.com/