Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2022 16:46:37 +0000 From: BJ Jones Subject: Locked Down - Part 1 This story is about a father and son who work out their frustrations in an unexpected way (to them, anyway), during an extremely frustrating time. All of my writing is pure fantasy. I own all legal rights to my works, which are gratefully published here on Nifty. Feel free to contact me regarding any positives or negatives about the story you are about to read. We all love and get off frequently to Nifty. Please consider donating if you are able: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html - thank you. *** Part 1 - "Jack, you in there?" comes the gruff voice on the other side of the door. "Jack, come on mate, I can hear you from here" I'm kinda busy. Well, I'm not, but Shae is. After months of begging and pleading with her, I managed to convince her to try sucking me off. She's catching me with her teeth every now and then, she's not going deep enough for what I expected, she's not using her hands... and she's going way too slow. But it's the first mouth I've ever had on my cock and I'm not going to complain, to her anyways, about it. "Unf. Yeah, I'm here. I'm busy, go away!" I struggle out. She may not be that good at blowing me but... if she carries on and doesn't pussy out, I can get there. "No, kid. I know Shae's in there. She needs to leave." "What?! Ungh" She takes her mouth off of my throbbing dick. She has tears in her eyes from sucking my dick, she doesn't entirely look like she was enjoying herself, despite the fact that I never once grabbed her head and forced her deeper onto me. "She needs to get the fuck out of my house right now. Don't make me break down this fucking door, lad" He didn't yell, but he was using his low Dad-voice that meant he was completely serious. "What the fuck!?" I screamed out as Shae started looking for her shirt. As she bent down and had her big arse pointed in my direction, I see Dad barge through the door and he sees my near naked girlfriend trying to gather her clothes and me with a throbbing spit slicked boner laying on the bed. "Get out!" "Oh. I'm sorry, love. Didn't mean to see this" he said looking up at the ceiling, but glancing down slyly. "But you need to go. You know you're not allowed to meet up. At all." Shae ran out of my room and within seconds I heard the front door slam. I hustled trying to get some shorts on but the damage was done. "Sorry lad, I know you must be frustrated, but you're not allowed to see her. No one is allowed to meet up. You've seen the fuckin' news." He was right, I had seen the news. It's all that was on TV, online, everywhere. We were in lockdown. It was April 3rd, 2020. The fourth day of lockdown and I was going out of my mind. To make it worse, I'd put in all that hard graft with Shae and she'd relented and I wasn't able to cum from my first ever blowjob. I got up from the bed as Dad stared me down. I couldn't look him in the face as I put my shorts back on and stormed out of my bedroom. I couldn't really go far as I was confined to the house so I just stormed out into the garden, just to get away from him. *** I stayed out of Dad's way and snuck back into the house and straight to my bedroom. Mortified that he'd caught us. Mortified that he'd kicked Shae out. Mortified that he'd seen me naked, and hard as steel, and covered in spit. I just went straight to bed, angry and embarrassed. When I woke, it was late. My alarm clock said it was after 11.30pm. I'd been back in my room for over 5 hours. My stomach felt really funky. I wasn't hungry or anything, I just felt like I had a low level stomach ache. I sat up and it felt worse. Probably just slept funny, I reasoned in my head. I headed to the kitchen, just wearing my shorts from earlier and drank some water. The house was quiet and dark. Dad must have gone to bed while I was sulking. I absentmindedly scratched my balls and felt like I'd winded myself. My stomach felt worse than ever. I panicked, heavy breathing and didn't know what to do. I needed help. Clutching my stomach I went back upstairs and headed to Dad's room. He didn't usually let me in his room. He kept that super private for some reason. But it was just me and him in the house, ever since my brother moved out a couple of years ago. I didn't bother knocking, I just opened the door and saw Dad laying in bed shirtless, reading a book. "You come to say sorry?" he didn't look up from his book. I just stood there holding my lightly furry stomach, still breathing heavily. "Well?" "Dad..." "Come on kid, spit it out" "My stomach is killing me" He dropped his book. He leapt out of bed and came over to me me with haste. "What's up? You been sick? How is it hurting? Like a stabbing pain?" I shook my head. "I feel like I've been punched in the gut" I leant against the door frame. Dad made me tell him what had happened when I woke up and he looked confused. He guided me over to his bed to sit down and then he rummaged around his bedside table drawers for some painkillers. "Wait. You scratched your balls and you felt winded?" I just groaned in agreement. "Uh... kid. Did you, uh. This afternoon, did you, um. Finish?" "What?" "After I interrupted you and Shae. Did you... finish the job?" "What the f-" Dad didn't let me swear in front of him without him clipping me round the back of the head. I didn't fancy that at the moment. "What the hell do you mean?" Dad chuckled to himself. He turned around looking at me in discomfort on his bed. "Are your balls swollen?" I just looked at him in deep confusion. I slid my hands down my shorts and felt my slightly hairy balls. They felt bigger than normal, I guess. But they felt extremely sensitive. I must have accidentally squeezed them because the pain in my stomach flared up. I just nodded to him. Dad belly laughed. His furry belly jiggled a little but his pecs and arms were solid. "Lad. You've got fuckin' blue balls." "Huh?" "You didn't finish after Shae left. You got turned on by you and her doing stuff that your balls were ready for release... and then you didn't." He scratched behind the back of his head, showing off the thatch of hair in his right pit. "Go have a wank and you'll feel better. I promise" "Dad! What the fuck!" I groaned. "I'll let ya off with that one kid, but I'm serious. Go have a wank. Doctor's orders" He kept chuckling. Dad helped me back up and helped me get back to my room. It was at this point that I noticed Dad was completely naked. I mean, he had been in bed, so that made sense. But as he guided me, I couldn't help but taking notice of his swinging manhood. Dad was usually very covered up, I'd never seen him naked before. He didn't even walk around the house in shorts and was always fully dressed when he came out of the bathroom. I didn't even realise we'd made it back to my bed. I must have been in slight shock. I'd laid down and Dad just looked me over. "You good? Know what you're doing? You're 15, you should know what you're doing. I've heard you doing it for a good couple of years," "Dad!" He just kept chuckling. Evidently, he found the whole thing hilarious. "Oh, probably need help with these." He leant over and grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled down so that my soft cock was visible. "Lift your arse up, come on lad" I just wanted this over with, so I complied. My black shorts were then pulled down to my ankles. I laid there completely exposed. "Why'd you shave off your pubes kid?" I groaned in embarrassment and my hands instinctively went to cover my shame. "I remember you got all excited when your first big boy hairs came in!" He kept chuckling. Apparently, I was never going to live it down. Or stop blushing. My eyes darted over to his crotch. His long cock nestled over his low hanging balls and a trimmed bush that was starting to look a little unkempt. "Dad! Please, will you just go?" We'd never had a conversation like this before. We'd never even had the Birds and the Bees talk. I learnt all of that from porn and my big brother Jimmy. "Ok ok, I'll go. But if the remedy doesn't work, let me know and I'll call the Doctor." He patted my thigh and turned, baring his fuzzy arse at me. I'd never seen his bare arse before. Either he'd had a few drinks earlier or he was just really worried. As I contemplated this, I noticed my bedroom door close with a thump. I kicked off my shorts that were bundled around my ankles and thought that I might as well take his advice. I wasn't hard, or horny in that moment, but I've never needed to be in the past. Grabbing my soft three inch uncut cock, I started stroking my skin until I felt myself growing. It wasn't long until I was at full mast, a respectable 6.5" and I was stroking at a decent clip. I had to be careful not to bang my balls as they were very sensitive, but it was only a couple of minutes before I felt the need kick in. All my thoughts drifted towards getting my nut. I felt my crotch tense up, like my whole body was willing me to finish the job. My breathing got heavier and my dick leaked precum, I've always precum a lot when I'm having a wank. I took a moment to spread the precum around my head and slowly stroked the helmet without the skin, grunting at the intense feeling. After the fourth or fifth pang of intense pleasure, I decided I needed to finish. My left hand moved from my chest down to my balls to cradle them, not to mess around with them, just to keep them steady. My right hand grabbed my heft tightly and started stroking with purpose. I didn't realise that I was close until that point and I grunted on every exhale. I must have been super into it as I'm usually pretty quiet. The pressure as the base of my dick built and built, my hand moving at lightning speed. I couldn't focus on anything else. I grunted louder as I got there. I felt my shaft swell, my head expanded and my vision blurred. Every nerve in my body was on fire and I revelled in it. Spurts from my cock landed on my stomach and chest as my hand kept pumping to get the final tremors out. "Fuck!" I groaned as my legs stretched and I assessed the damage. Apparently I was a shooter now, as I'd hit my neck and chin. The unmistakable bleachy tang filled the air and all the tension in my body just melted away. I'd definitely needed that. I lay heavy breathing just reliving how good that cum was when I heard a creak outside my door. The hallways always creaked, made sneaking out fucking ridiculously hard. But they never just creaked by themselves. I needed to clean up anyways and i didn't have anything to hand. I got up out of bed and my stomach immediately felt better, which I was eternally grateful for. I opened my door, starting to feel the cum drip down my body when I noticed the smell of cum again. This time is smelt slightly different. Definitely cum, but not the cum from and on me. I stepped out and heard the creak of the floorboards, and then felt something wet on my left foot. I reached down and touched the small wet patch on my heel, and brought it back to my nose. It was cum. Only it wasn't mine. Did Dad just cum listening to me having a wank?