Date: Mon, 7 Jul 2014 08:02:36 -0700 From: - - Subject: Let's Take Off Those Pajamas - Part 5 It had been a long, strange, amazing day. I woke up naked in Dad's truck. We were in our driveway. I had hiked, been swimming, been in the sun, napped a few times that day, came a few times that day, seen some stuff. This was our weekend together alone, and we'd never been so close in such a weird way. I was loving it, loving being so close and getting to know each other, and of course it was so hot. "Wake up, Mikey. We're back home." I pulled my clothes on and went inside. It was late. I got in the shower and let the warm water trickle over me. I put some shampoo in my hair and felt the slippery gel come to a foam. My fingers felt good pushing into my scalp. I let that sit and smelled it. I grabbed the soap and lathered it on my body. I found myself feeling comfortable with my body. I didn't feel naked. I didn't feel exposed or vulnerable. I just felt my body, bare and wet and smooth and bony and long. I slid my hand under my armpit. I let my soapy fingers glide over my nipples and down to my navel. I felt the pert muscle of my butt stand at attention, and I flexed my butt cheeks, making dimples on the sides and lifting it all up. I slid my hand between my legs and felt the ridge under my balls, which hung closely to my frame. I felt the bone on my hip, jutting out. I leaned back and let the cool water rinse my face and my hair and down my neck, off my chest and falling off my butt and dick, the white soap racing and running down my leg hair. Dad was in the room, brushing his teeth. I watched his warped image, blurred by the shower curtain. He leaned over the sink. I stood there staring, feeling the water trail down my back and down. I wanted Dad to come in. I wanted him to bathe me. I wanted him to hold me, naked, in his arms. "I'll get in when you're done!" ... "okay!" I rinsed and yanked open the curtain. I was naked and wet. Dad was naked and dry. We looked at each other. The nakedness was normal. We were both more than fine with it. I stared at Dad. I noticed a crusty white glob on his thigh. He had jizzed, no hands, while we were driving. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. I was remembering when I was younger and Dad gave me 'the talk.' It was in the bathroom. Dad told me that my body was going through changes. I knew all of this from school, but I let him give me a little speech. "You sure you're okay with everything?" I snapped back to the present and told my dad that I was very okay with it. I leaned in and gave him a kiss. There was just a towel between us. He looked at my shoulder and then at my face. I was a little red from being in the sun, but also from the shower. Then he got in the shower and pulled the curtain. I watched his blurred body rubbing and soaping and leaning into the water. I went to my room, dried off, put on a fresh pair of underwear, looked at myself in the mirror, touched my body, slid on a light pair of pajama bottoms, and got into bed. I was lying on my bed, no sheet over me, and saw Dad come out of the bathroom, look down the hall at me, then go into his room. Thinking about what had happened, I sat in my bed. After a minute or two, Dad walked down the hallway wearing only a pair of pajama bottoms. His chest hair was fluffy. "Hey pal, you feeling alright?" "Yeah, I'm good." "Looks like you got a little color today. Does it hurt anywhere?" "Maybe just a little burned. I'm okay." "Okay, well... goodnight." "Goodnight Dad." Then he clicked off the light and walked down the hall into his room. Then his light clicked off. The moon was bright outside, and light came through the dark windows. I tried to close my eyes and get sleepy, but I just sat there. I rolled over onto my stomach. I put my arm around a pillow. I looked at the door, now wide open, not like it usually is. I decided I'd just leave it like that. I was watching the clock. Time went by in silence. My skin felt warm. I got up after a few minutes and opened a window to try to let in a breeze. I was lying in bed but wide awake. I thought about watching a movie or something. I stood up, and found myself walking down the hall. I looked in at Dad. He was lying on his back. He had one arm up and one knee bent. His pajama bottoms fit him nicely. They were striped and a soft cotton. Mine were too. He had a pair that were silk or satin and red. Anyway, I stood at the foot of his bed and watched him sleep. I found myself walking over to his side and holding out a hand and touching his knee, feeling the soft fabric and the bone beneath. I let my hand linger there, watching his chest rise and fall, his mouth open a little. I moved my hand to his calf muscle. It was strong. "What's wrong?" Dad woke up. I just looked at him. "Can't sleep?" I nodded. "Do your shoulders hurt? Did you get a sunburn?" I just looked at him. Then I nodded. He sat up and told me to get in bed and lie down. He opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of green goo. He told me it'd make me feel better. He said it had aloe. I got in bed, on my stomach, with Dad kneeling next to me. He got some of the gel and spread it on my shoulder. It felt cold, very cold, but that felt good on my skin. He moved to straddle me, instead of being next to me. His wide, strong hands smeared my back with cool lotion. He kneaded it in. His hands went lower, down to the small of my back. Each thumb slid along the line down the center as his fingers cradled around my sides. He rested himself on my legs. His ass was sitting on me. I felt a finger slide into my waistband and pull the pajamas loose. Dad looked down at my butt. "Did you get burned buns?" I didn't turn back to look up at him. "Yeah, I think I did." "Well, that's to be expected if they've never seen the sun before. Do you want me to get them too?" "Yeah, that'd be good." Dad slid my pajama bottoms down my legs, showing my bare ass on his bed. "Would you feel more comfortable if I took mine off too?" "Yeah" Dad stood up next to the bed. He dropped trou, and I watched. His dick was still soft, but he tugged on it. He climbed up behind me, and I felt his hairy legs on either side of me. I looked at the mirror over his dresser and saw his ass and back. I heard the lotion squirt into his hand and felt his touch and the cool, wet, sensation. He slowly leaned back to sit on the back of my thighs. I felt something dangle against my skin. Dad's hands squeezed and caressed my butt cheeks, rolling the flesh and smearing the gel onto the skin. It felt like when he had spanked me, only wet and smooth, like when he had put sunscreen on me. Dad's hand kneaded my ass. I felt one finger lightly explore and trail down the crack to my hole. It stopped there, and it stroked slowly, once, twice, again, again. It tickled, and I could feel the firm muscle between my legs expand and pump blood up to my dick, resting against Dad's sheets. "That feels good." I said it before I knew what I was saying. Dad pushed his finger forward and held his thumb against my skin. He squeezed. "Do you like that?" "Yes" Again, I answered without thinking. Dad stopped. He told me to get up. I did. We were kneeling and facing each other. Both our dicks stood straight up. I wanted to rub mine against his. "I want to show you how to put on a condom," Dad said. I looked at him. I said okay. It was dark, with just moonlight peering in at us. Dad leaned over and pulled two condoms from his nightstand. He handed me one. He unwrapped his, and I did the same. He threw the wrapper on the floor, and I did the same. "Hold the tip like this, and roll it down," Dad instructed. I copied him, and felt it tight around my cock. Dad placed his hand on my hip. His fingers wrapped around to my ass. Then he leaned back. His knees were up, and his ass was exposed to me. I was so hot for him. He pulled me into him, and my dick got closer. I let it graze against his ass. He let me. I was still kind of kneeling, but with my legs to the side. I pushed my dick up against him and let it slide in. It felt like he was squeezing me tight. It pushed in slowly. Dad pushed back against me and grunted. I reached out and held his dick in my fist like a joystick. I pushed all the way in and felt my balls on his butt. We stared into each other's eyes. I leaned my body in close to his. We kissed. I pulsed my ass back and forth, flexing my butt cheeks. I looked at my ass in the mirror. I pumped forward and back, forward and back, forward and back. Dad reached back for my ass and slapped it. The shock sent me jerking up and into him. He rode my dick like a horse. I bucked forward. Dad held my back, reaching under my armpits. His fingers squeezed my ribs as his ass squeezed my dick. The sliding in and out felt like jerking off but different. I felt my body tense and knew I was shooting. I gasped. Dad guided my dick out and pulled the condom off, throwing it into a wastebasket. I fell back, spent but energized. Dad's dick stood up at salute. He looked down at me. "Fuck me." I said it. I felt it. I heard myself saying it. "Are you sure you want me to," Dad whispered. "Yes." Dad rolled me over on my stomach as before. He rubbed my ass again. He spanked me, and I moaned. I yelled 'Yes' again. I had my eyes closed, and I let the experience be pure touch. I felt Dad's stubbly beard on my butt cheek. He kissed my ass as I had once kissed his. His finger stroked me again, and I felt it push in. I pushed back against it. He pulsed it in and out a few times. Then I felt his thumb do the same. His fingers grazed under my balls. Dad's body came closer to me. I felt the heat from his chest get near my butt and my back. He rested his thick dick in my ass crack. He slid it between my legs, and I squeezed it. He slid it in and out. Then he pushed into me, slowly. I felt myself open and pull him in. He pushed in and then let it rest there. I relaxed. I felt him pull back, and the sliding felt amazing. I felt him poke something inside me that jolted me awake. I pushed into the bed, arching my back, starting to hump the bed while he fucked me. He pushed in and out and started moaning and grunting. "Oh God! Mikey! Oh my God son, I love you. Ohh, ohhhhh." "Fuck me, Dad. This feels so good. I want you so bad. Oh God!" We moaned and groaned and grappled, as he straddled me and pumped in and out, hard, hard, hard. The bed bounced. We bucked and shoved. I was hard again and stabbing the mattress. I felt my dick wetting the sheets. He slid in and out. I felt him come. I felt his dick inside my pulse, as his body tensed and his foot jerked. He squeezed me. He reached a hand down, and when his hand touched my dick it exploded again. We stayed there for minutes, tangled. We cleaned up. We got back in bed. He held me from behind, his pubes on my butt. We eventually fell asleep. In the morning, we got pancakes. Support Nifty with a donation.