Date: Sun, 25 Dec 2011 15:36:12 -0700
From: Dick Deliboy <deliboydick@gmail.com>
Subject: Making Sure I'm Doing It Right - Chapter 4: Learning to Shave

Disclaimer: My name is Dan and I'm a 21 year old Mormon living in Utah.  This
is a fictional story.  please feel free to e-mail me at
deliboydick@gmail.com for comments, or criticisms.  stay tuned for more
chapters


Chapter 4: Learning to shave


I awoke late Saturday morning in a daze.  Was last night a dream?  I looked
down at my knees and saw the dirt from the frontage road off I-15 caked to
them.  My dad and I got home from our midnight driving lesson around 2 a.m.
After the officer stopped us, my dad and I got back in the car and went
straight home.  We both were so tired that we said good night and went
straight to bed.  After shooting two loads with my dad I was exhausted and
was asleep in no time.

It seemed as though it was now almost 11 a.m.  While in bed I looked down
and noticed that I had quite the morning wood.  My 16 year old cock was
sticking out of my boxer shorts and I was surprised it was so hard after
emptying my balls twice last night.   I started stroking my dick as I
recounted the last couple of nights.  I pictured my dad's face covered in
my boycream when he taught me how to jerk off last week and the sounds of
my dad sucking my cock as he blew me down the freeway.  I also pictured my
dad's face pressed up against the officer's ass.   But then I stopped
stroking my cock. It hit me that I have never seen my dad's cock.  It was
too dark to take a look at it last night, and usually it was just me who
got off.  I didn't know if it was normal for a boy to think about his dad
this much and I was wondering if I was gay.  Was my dad gay?  Or was the
past few days just to teach me a couple lessons.  Was it only alright to
suck a guy's cock if it got you out of a speeding ticket?  I didn't care
much and shrugged it off.  All I knew was that today I would make it my
mission to see my daddy's dick.

I slipped on my pajama bottoms and went into the hall.  The shower was
running in my parent's bathroom and I wondered who was in it.  I walked
downstairs and kinda shouted, "Mom?  Dad?"

No one answered and with that silence I decided to go check the garage.  Sure
enough, my mom's Camry was gone.  She must have gone to get groceries or
something.  But my dad's Accord was still in the garage.  He must have been
upstairs showering

I walked back inside and noticed a note on the counter in my mother's
handwriting:

Dear sleepyheads,

            Its almost 10 o clock and you boys still aren't up.  I have to
go run some errands but I made some French toast for you two in the fridge.
Be back in a couple hours.


Love Mom

"Perfect", I thought to myself.  I wasn't hungry but I decided this would
be the best time to get a glimpse of dad's cock.

The shower was still running and I ran up the stairs to my parent's room.  As
I entered, I began to tip-toe towards the master bath.  I took a deep
breath and cracked the door open.  But as I peered into the bathroom, the
water stopped.

"Darn", I whispered as I closed the door.  My dad would see me if I was in
there as he exited the shower.  What if he saw me close the door?  I
decided I would knock on the door to seem less suspicious.  Without
thinking I asked, "hey dad, I really need to go to the bathroom, mind if I
come in?"

The moment the words left my mouth I realized how dumb that question was.  Not
only was there another bathroom down the hall and 2 more downstairs, but I
really didn't need to go.  But to my surprise, my dad said, "sure come in."

I entered the bathroom and could feel the moisture in the air.  Steam
covered the mirror and it seemed as though dad took a long shower.  He was
just wrapped in a towel and his chest hair was wet and matted down.  I
slipped by him to get to the toilet behind him.  He was digging through one
of the drawers looking for his shaving cream.  As he began to lather his
face, I decided that now would be a good time to take a leak with my dad
preoccupied.  I pulled my cock and balls out of my pajama pants and began
to relax.  I emptied what little liquid was in my bladder but stayed for a
while pretending I really had to go.  My dad finished lathering up his face
and pulled out his razor.  I decided now wouldn't be a good time to bother
him so a flushed the toilet and began to leave.  "Thanks dad," I said. "I
really needed to go," I lied.

"No problem kiddo."  As I put my hand on the door knob, my dad stopped me
and said, "Now wait a minute, you're becoming a man and getting quite the
stubble on your chin.  I think it's time I teach you how to shave."

"Er... um... sure," I agreed, hoping that maybe his towel might fall off while
he was teaching me.

"Really there is nothing to it," he began.  "Once you have lathered up, you
want to make clean vertical strokes down," he demonstrated.  "It's
important that you try not to swipe horizontally because that will slice
you up.  But also know that you probably will cut yourself a little
sometimes but that's ok."  He finished in no time and it was clear my dad
was a pro at shaving.  "See, nothing to it.  Now your turn"

He grabbed some shaving cream and rubbed some across my face.  He handed me
the razor and I began to hesitantly chip away at my chin.

"There you go," he said, "but you wanna do one long clean stroke.  That's
it."  His praise got me a little carried away and I began to rush as I
finished up.   I accidently nicked the top of my neck and cursed under my
breath.

My dad just chuckled, "haha, that's ok son.  You did great.  But the face
is the easiest part."

I didn't quite know what dad meant and I asked, "what's the hardest part?"

He laughed like that was a silly question and bellowed, "why the balls,
boy", as he patted me on my back.

"Oh ya." I mumbled.  "you shave your balls dad?"

"Haha, ya.  Don't tell your mom I told you this, but between you and me,
she doesn't really like much hair down there," he laughed as he nudged me
with his elbow.  "I prefer a more natural hairy look, but sometimes it's
nice to have smooth lowhangers."

"Really dad?" I said, trying to sound innocent.

"Well sure, see for yourself."  I knew this was the moment I was waiting
for and I held my breath as my dad reached for his towel and slowly
unhinged it, letting it drop to the floor.  His cock was magnificent.  Seeing
my dad's dick in the light was truly a spectacle to behold.  His bush was
thick and full but nicely trimmed around his cock.  Staring at my dad's
meat between his legs, I thought that if anyone was hung like a horse, my
dad was.  My dad's cock was thick and although his balls hung pretty low,
the length of his cock surpassed them and almost completely covered them.  He
wrapped his fist around the shaft and pulled is cock up towards his abs so
I could get a better look at his nuts.

"Don't be shy," he said, "feel how smooth they are."  I looked up to my dad
and he just smiled back as if to say "it's ok."  I cupped his two thick
balls and instantly noticed how smooth they were.

I didn't quite know what to say, but eventually I just said, "not bad
dad.  Mind
teaching me how to shave mine?"

"Sure," my dad replied, "strip down."  Without hesitating, I slipped off my
pajama bottoms and stood across from my dad, both completely naked.  "Mmmmm,"
my dad said, "your balls a nice and furry but I guess you'll have to learn
sooner or later how to shave them."

I couldn't quite read my dad's face but as I looked into his eyes I could
almost see the longing in them almost as if he wanted to lick my balls one
more time before they were shaved.  Almost like a dog salivating over a
bone.  My dad quickly snapped back into focus and began the lesson

"The first thing you want to do is get your cock nice and hard.  You don't
want your dick hanging low and getting in the way and it will be better to
shave at the base of your cock if it's stiff.  So don't mind me, get to
work."  He turned around to grab some more shaving cream and I began to
stroke my cock.  It didn't take long for me to get hard with the view of my
dad's white ass.  He bent down to grab a towel from the cupboard under the
sink and I stared into his perfectly trimmed hole.

He turned around and noticed I was done stroking.  He flicked my cock with
his finger as if to check the stiffness and said, "Perfect.  Good job son."
My dad began to lather up my balls with shaving cream as he said, "Now just
try to think about whatever you can to keep it hard."  With my dad handling
my cock and balls I knew that wouldn't be too difficult.   When he was done
applying the cream, he knelt down so he could get a closer look at my balls.
But as he did my hardon hit him right in the nose.

I mumbled, "sorry dad." But his eyes just stayed transfixed on my crotch
almost as if he didn't hear me.  He grabbed the razor in his right hand,
lifted up my cock with his left, and began to shave me.   I was a little
nervous having my manhood so close to a sharp razor but I felt secure with
my dad's hand wrapped around my cock.  Like a pro, he finished in no time.

"There," he said, admiring his work, "smooth as a baby's bottom.  Speaking
of which, lie down on your back."  Without questioning him I did as I was
told.

"Legs up in the air," he said, "it's time to trim your ass."

I kept my feet planted on the ground and said, "it's ok dad, you don't have
to do that."

"Nonsense," he replied.  "There is nothing wrong with a man trimming
another guy's ass.  Someone has to do it.  And besides, you are furrier
than I am down there," he chuck;ed.

Realizing that my dad had a point, I lifted my legs up in the air as my dad
grabbed the electric razor.  With his face inches away from my ass, he
turned on the razor and began trimming.  As he intently focused on his task
at hand he said, "and your cock doesn't need to be hard anymore.  You can
take care of it if you want" he said without looking up.

I couldn't believe my dad gave me permission to start jerking off, but I
didn't need to be told twice.  As I started stroking my cock I could feel
his cool breathing in my asshole.  I pumped faster and faster and knew I
would explode any minute.  I looked down in between my legs to see if my
dad minded if I shot my load but all I could see was the top of his head.  I
figured now was as good a time as any and I began to lift my legs higher
and lock my hips.  A second before I was about to shoot my dad but his
right hand under my left ass cheek and slipped his middle finger from his
left hand into my tight boy hole.  That pushed me over the edge and I began
to shoot my load as my ass constricted around my dad's finger.  My position
allowed it so my strings of cum landed on my face and I opened my mouth
wide trying to taste as much of my cum as I could.

When my orgasm subsided and I stopped shaking, my dad quickly slipped his
finger out of my ass as if I wouldn't notice it was ever there.

He stood up in front of me and I noticed his cock was hard as a rock and
jutting out 9 inches from his body.   As I peered up into his cock and
balls, he looked down at me with a grin and said, "You're a mess.  Hit the
showers and rinse off all the hair."

I quickly got up, trying not to let my cum drip onto the floor, and hopped
in the shower.  I let the warm water rinse down my body and I cupped my
balls and fingered my ass admiring dad's handiwork.  But as I soaped of my
body, I noticed that dad was still in the bathroom outside the shower
curtain.   And as I shampooed my hair I could swear I could hear dad
moaning as he jerked off into the sink.


End of Chapter 4


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