Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2023 05:53:20 +0000 (UTC) From: "nnof55@yahoo.com" Subject: Learning the Ropes with Dad Please support nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is fiction. The characters do not represent anyone in real life. George was sitting on the couch when his father came home. "Hey son, how was your day?" His father asked as he was rolling up the sleeves from his dress shirt. George was captivated and couldn't look away as the hairy forearms were revealed. Strong, thick, and covered in silky strands of blonde hair. Something about those hairy forearms always drew George's eye and he longed for the day when he could sensually run his hands over them. "Son? I asked you a question." George's father repeated. "Oh, the usual. Nothing eventful happened." George stammered a response. Embarrassed, George started blushing, hoping he wasn't caught staring for too long. Next his father started removing his tie and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt, slowly revealing the tufts of hair peaking out over the collar. George still couldn't look away and didn't care if he was making an idiot of himself. "Well, don't just sit there. Why don't you get started on dinner so we can eat this century?" "Sure Dad, whatever you say." George rolled his eyes and finally broke from his spell. George got started on the roast he was planning to cook for dinner. After searing the sides, he stuck it in the roasting pan and put it in the oven along with the potatos. "How long do we have until dinner is ready?" George's dad asked. "A little over an hour." George replied. "Great, that gives me time to get a workout in. I'll see you in a bit." This was the routine that George was used to since he finished college and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep going without giving away his desires. Currently living at home and a little lost before starting his career, George had a hard time giving up the comforts of home. See, George found his father irresistable. Broad shouldered, not too muscular, and a jawline to die for that was always covered in a light dusting of stubble. George wondered what it would be like to run his hands along his father's jaw and take in his father's scent. Just thinking about it started giving his dick a raise. George wondered if his father finished his warm-up yet and if his father broke a sweat yet. Was his musk getting stronger by the minute? Would there be a breaking point where the ripeness would be a turn off? He started palming his dick through his shorts in the kitchen. "What's gotten you all hot and bothered?" George's dad approached him with a smirk. "Dad! Aren't you supposed to be exercising?" George yelped. "I thought you might want to join me this time. Heaven knows what you actually do all day. It would be good for you to get some exercise." His dad explained. George couldn't believe it, his dad never asked him if he was interested in hanging out, even if it was exercising. Not wanting to act overeage, George rolled his eyes and said "Really dad? You think I sit on the couch all day while you're gone?" "Well that's always where I find you when I come home." George's dad grinned. Little did his dad know that George waited there specifically for the ritual of seeing his dad slowly reveal his forearms while he rolled up his dress shirt. "Give me a break." George finally answered his dad. "If you weren't interested all you had to do was say so." George's dad looked a little disappointed as his smile faltered. "That's not what I meant, I'd love to join you. I'm sure there's a thing or two you could teach me old man." "Oh, I guarantee I can teach you a thing or two." George's dad winked, causing George to blush again. George was eyeing the t-shirt that hugged his dad's shoulders. He could start to see the light dusting of hair on his father's biceps. His dad also changed into shorts, unfortunately they were baggy and he couldn't see an outline of his package. They started walking to the workout room. George set a timer on his phone to be reminded when dinner would be ready. "Let's start with the bench press. How much do you think you can do?" George's dad asked curiously. "In high school I could do 120, but I don't know where I'm at these days." "How about starting with 70 and increasing if we need to?" "That sounds reasonable, let's get started." George made his way to the bench and got himself in position under the bar. His dad setup the weights and stood in place to spot him. George really didn't think this through. His father was standing right above him and he got a strong whiff of his dad's body odor. George could feel his dick starting to react and willed it to behave. After the incident in the kitchen, George couldn't risk it in case his father caught on. George took the bar and started his reps. His father guided the bar down to see how George handled the initial weight. Once his father let go, George noticed his father adjust his dick through his shorts. Completely taken by surprise, George coughed and the bar started teetering. "Woah, be careful! Is this too much weight for you?" George's dad had a knowing look in his eye. Not liking this interaction, George paused a second to take a breath and started lifting, hoping to get his mind situated. Once George finished his reps, his father said "Not bad, let me try for a bit." George's dad added more weight to the bar and smirked in his direction. George and his dad swapped positions and now George had a view of his Dad laying on the bench. "Okay let's see what your old man has in his tank." George's dad started lifting and as he lifted, the bottom of his tshirt was moving upward revealing a sliver of his father's hairy torso. Enraptured by the skin on display, George completely missed his father's attempt to get his help in placing the bar back in its place. "Hey! The job of the spotter is to pay attention. Eyes up here." George's dad slightly admonished him. "Sorry! It won't happen again." George didn't know what to do with himself. As his father sat up from the bench, George noticed he was starting to sweat as his skin started glistening. "Okay, let's try some curls. Why don't you go first and show me your form?" George picked up a dumbell and started lifting with his right arm. "Not so fast, it looks like you're a little rusty. Here, let me show you." George's dad moved behind him and put his hands on George's hips. "Here, your back is slouched and you're not standing up straight." His dad moved one of his hands to the small of George's back and the other hand to George's front. He slightly pushed on his stomach and held his back in place with his other hand, trying to force George into a better alignment. "Can you feel the difference in how you're standing right now?" George's dad spoke closely to his ear. "Y-yeah, I see what you mean." George stammered. "Now let's work on your arms. You want your forearm to rest parallel to the ground, lift straight in the air to a 90 degree angle." His dad now stepped so close that George could feel his warmth from behind him. His dad glided his hand up George's forearm, manipulating it to the starting position. "Give this a shot." His dad breathed in his ear. George started lifting again, though he did it so exuberantly that his hips were going back and forth, causing his ass to rub against his dad's front. "Your form is getting better, but you're moving too much. Here, let me help stabilize you." His dad moved even closer, placing one hand below his stomach. His dad then sandwiched him from behind and George almost moaned at how close his father was. "With this position, you shouldn't be able to move." His father explained as his hand flattened against his pelvis. George started lifting again and heard his father say "That's it." Once he completed 10 lifts, George wasn't sure who was breathing heavier. He finished his reps and slowly lowered the dumbell. Bending over to place it on the floor, George's ass pressed firmly into his father's package. George could swear he felt a firmness back there. George was certainly nearly fully hard and didn't want to look down to see how revealing it was. Trying to buy some time before his hard-on diminished, George kept his eyes on the ground and couldn't look his father in the eye. Suddenly his phone alarm blared loudly in the workout space. "Saved by the bell, guess I'll show you how it's done next time." His dad chuckled. "Let's go eat and we can cleanup afterward." George's dad backed away and headed out of the room toward the kitchen. Dinner was quiet as George's mind was lost in thought. He couldn't believe how close his dad stood behind him and couldn't get over the scent. Why did his dad get so close? Was he starting to suspect something and testing the waters? Had George's stares been becoming too obvious? George's dad seemed oblivious at what was going through George's mind. Keeping up a chatter of mindless thing that happened to him at work today. Just hearing his dad speak started calming him down. "Okay kiddo, why don't you get the first shower while I clean up here. You made the meal, so don't sweat it." "Thanks dad." George mumbled, eager for a reprieve. George headed to the shower and started stripping while the water was heating up. Once he was lathering himself with soap, he started getting hard again. He still couldn't get over how close his dad had gotten behind him and the heat emanating off him. Thinking of his dad's musky smell while they were working out, George gripped his penis, slowly moving his wrist up and down his shaft. George groaned, nearing his climax as he could feel his balls tightening. "Hey, don't use up all the hot water!" George's dad knocked loudly on the bathroom door. Frustrated, George finished rinsing and quickly dried off. Angry at his dad for interrupting him, George ripped the door open ready to yell at his dad. He was not prepared for the sight before him and stood shellshocked. His dad had taken off his shirt already and stood in front of him with his hairy chest on full display. George tried to memorize every tuft of hair on his father's body and imagined running his hands through that curly blonde hair. "Well, are you finished and going to let me in?" His dad said bemusedly. "Whatever, shower's all yours." George tried to recover. Brushing past his dad on his way out, he couldn't resist and glided his hand across his father's hairy stomach, pretending he was just trying to squeeze past him. His father closed the bathroom door and George rushed to his room, got on his bed and started jerking his cock again. The slight thrill he got from brushing his father's torso was paying dividends as his release was close. Just as his first orgasm started, his father opened the door to his bedroom. "Hey, you used up the last of the soap. Do you know where -" His father stopped midsentence as George started cumming all over himself. Breathing heavily, George's orgasm finished and finally opened his eyes, landing on his father in his towel. "Nice one son, looks like those curl exercises are already paying off." His dad said jokingly. Mortified, George didn't know what to do. "However, it looks like your form is still lacking. Looks like we need to work on this as well." His father dropped his towel and George was seeing his dad's penis for the first time. Half-hard, George could tell it was thick at the base before it tapered near its head. George didn't know where to look, his father was completely naked. His glorious furry body was on full display as well as his dick. "Move over, let me show you how it's done." George's dad started walking towards his bed. George shuffeled over, going next to the wall, not believing this was happening. His father laid down next to him, both of them naked and George still covered in his cum. "Move your hand up and down like this. I like to add a little twist near the head. Don't forget to play with your balls while you're doing it." His dad said huskily. George watched enraptured as his father's hairy forearm was moving up and down his penis. He'd never seen anything like it and didn't know what to do, unwilling to break the spell. "Oh yeah that's it." George's dad breathed heavily. The tip of his penis started glistening with pre-cum. George was dying to lean down and lick it, wanting to breathe in the heavy musk of his dad. "Here son, why don't you help me out. Reach under my balls and press hard on my taint." George looked at his dad and saw his eyes blackened with lust. Would his dad regret this in the morning? His dad initiated it, right? Not seeing any signs of regret, George shakily moved his hand and felt his dad's moist groin for the first time. "That's it, rub a little lower and press hard." George found the sweet spot and as he pressed, he watched transfixed as his father's cock head engorged even larger. "Now I noticed you were jerking without lube. It feels so much better with a little friction." George's dad moved his hand and scooped off some of his cum from his stomach and spread it over his cock. "Oh yeah." George's dad sighed. George couldn't believe it. This was beyond his wildest fantasy. His dad was laying next to him jacking his cock and using his own cum as lube. George looked at his father's body and started seeing sweat pool in the hairy crevice of his pecs. The v in his collarbone was glistening. George gave one final push on his father's taint and his father groaned loudly. Cum shot from his father's penis and landed all over his father's hairy torso. His father was breathing heavily, washed in the afterglow of his orgasm. George was fully hard again. His father looked over and saw his hard-on. "Well? Let's see what you've learned." George collected himself, sat back and started jerking slowly. Deciding to be bold, he ran his hand through his father's sweaty torso and gathered his father's cum. "That's it, that's my boy." George's dad breathed in his ear. George took his hand, covered with his father's cum, and moved it to his own cock. The feel of his father's cum was unbelievable. "Forgetting something?" George's dad asked him. George looked at him in confusion, not sure what his father meant. His father leaned over and started massaging his taint. As his father was leaning over, his hairy forearm was rubbing against the arm jerking his cock. As soon as his father pressed hard on his taint, George groaned loudly and erupted a second time. His cum wasn't as powerful as earlier, but it dribbled onto his father's hand that was rubbing his taint. Coming down from his orgasm, his father removed his hand and brought it to his mouth. He looked George in the eye and licked George's cum. "Not bad. With a little more exercise and a little more training, we'll have you tasting like me in no time." With that his father slowly got out of the bed and started walking to the door, turning over his shoulder and winking before he made his way back to the bathroom. Please support nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html