Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2023 13:21:44 -0400
From: Jude St. Jude <judestjude2357@gmail.com>
Subject: Sean and His Dad - Chapter 5 - Manscaping

Sean and His Dad

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Chapter 5 -- Manscaping

Sometimes as we lay in bed watching a movie or TV show, I would snuggle in
close to Dad and he would put his arm around me and invite me to cuddle
closer. That always felt good, but now that we were spending just about all
our time together naked, the feeling started to intensify.

I know now that a lot of this had to do with the fact that I was growing
up. I still thought of myself as a boy -- more so because I was spending so
much time with my dad, who would always in some way see me as a boy no
matter how old I got to be. And I think also that when I lost my mom, the
clock kind of felt like it stopped for a long time.

And, of course, being naked with Dad still always made me aware of how
small my equipment was in comparison with his. As long as I was still a
boy, I still had plenty of time to grow.

But the truth was that I'd been growing all along, even if not exactly as I
would have wished. I was taller. My voice was deeper. And if my penis
hadn't broken any size records, one look at it would have told you that it
didn't really belong to a boy anymore. My pubic hair, which had started
growing in before a lot of my classmates had started getting theirs, was
now dark and thick enough on its own that my small dick could get tangled
in it.

One day, my dad noticed it and invited me into the bathroom for a first
lesson in manscaping. He showed me, first on himself, how cropping back the
hair around his penis made it look even longer and thicker than it already
was. By the time he was done with me, I still had a pretty nice bush of
hair, but now my dick seemed to stand out twice as far as it had before. I
couldn't believe it!

Dad left me in the bathroom and shut the door behind him, and I must have
stood there for an hour just looking and looking at it as it seemed to hang
off my body lower than it ever had. I felt so grateful, but also so turned
on, that I at last had what began to resemble a man's equipment. I wanted
the feeling to last forever, so even though all that attention had given me
a boner that ached for release, I kept pulling back from the edge, not
wanting to let go of the feeling.

"You OK in there," Dad asked, knocking on the bathroom door.

"Um, yeah," I said nervously. "Um, I won't be that much longer."

"Could I just grab a couple of things from in there?" he asked.

"Sure," I said, "Just a second." I started to throw a towel around my
waist, and then realized that it had been weeks since I'd hidden my
nakedness from my dad inside the house. So, instead, I opened the door to
him without attempting to hide my erection.

At first, Dad just started to gather the items he needed. But then, he put
them down next to the sink and said, "Hey, Son, looks like you've done some
growing." As he did this, he put his arm around my shoulder gently, just as
he'd done that time in the shower room. Again, I beamed with pride.

"Do you really think so?" I asked, holding my erect penis in my hand as we
both examined it. I was already very aroused from all my time in the
bathroom by myself. Now, standing naked and erect in front of my dad, I
could feel it getting stiffer and stiffer by the second, and my balls
really started to ache in a way I'd never imagined they could.

"Oh, yeah, Son," my dad said, "You've grown up a lot for sure." As he said
this, I could see that his own breathing was starting to get more
intense. He added, "I think you're becoming a man."

We just stood there for a while not talking. I could hear Dad's breathing
become more and more labored, and I felt my own breathing fall in sync with
it. He still had his arm on my shoulder and I could feel myself lean into
it, not wanting to move or break the spell. Finally, I said, "Yeah, but I
mean you're still way bigger than me."

I could feel my dad react to those words in a way I'd never noticed before,
his breathing even more shortened. But all he said was, "I don't know, do
you think so?" As if it weren't obvious. As if he wanted to hear me say it
again.

"Yeah, Dad," I told him, "Yours gets really big, way bigger than mine."
Then I added, "I wish mine got as big as yours."

As I said these words, I could feel Dad leaning into me more, us leaning
into each other. For a few seconds he had this pained look on his face, as
if he was trying to fight a feeling that he'd been keeping down inside
himself for a long time. And then he just shuddered and I watched as his
dick started to pump up, lengthening and thickening, bigger and bigger,
until it was standing straight out and curved upward, harder than I'd ever
seen it.

"Look how big it is," I said, because the words were true, but also because
I somehow knew that my dad needed to hear them. Then I said again, "I wish
mine got as big as yours."

My dad hesitated, then held his hand just under his balls and said, "Oh
yeah?" I could hear his voice trembling, "Why... why do you wish that?" And
as he said it, his body started to tremble, too, in a way I'd never
seen. He seemed so vulnerable in that moment.

I could feel myself start to tremble, too, not wanting to let the moment
go. It took courage, but I answered his question with the whole truth:
"Because I wanna be a man," I said, "I wanna be a man like you when I grow
up."

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Cause you're my dad," I added. I put my arm around his back, wanting to be
closer. But I didn't know what his reaction would be. I felt so grateful
when Dad put his arms around me, too, and pulled me in for a hug. I could
feel us both hesitate for an instant because, as we moved in closer, our
erections both kind of got in the way. But then, both at the same time, Dad
and I let our bodies press together so that we could hug fully. Dad's
erection stood up long and thick, pushed between my chest and his
stomach. It felt hot and I could feel it pulsating against me.

My own smaller penis stuck up hard just under Dad's big balls, as he pulled
me in closer and closer for a long hard hug. Until that moment, I hadn't
realized how close the two of us had grown over the last year, and
especially over the summer. We both held on so tightly to each other,
neither of us wanting to let go. Dad's body was warm and a little slippery
with sweat, and I guess mine was the same. His penis felt so hard against
my stomach, and mine felt so good pressed under his balls, almost between
his thighs, that pushed it into him further.

And I said again, "I wish mine was as big as yours, Dad." As I did, Dad
groaned a little and I could feel his whole body react. For the first time,
Dad pushed his hips forward a little, and his rock-hard erection pushed
into my chest, sliding on the accumulated sweat between our bodies.

"My Son," he said, "My Son."

"Please, Dad," I could feel myself almost begging, "I want to be a man like
you."

"Oh, Son," he said, "It feels... so good to hear you say that. But listen,
Son," He pulled back from me a bit, saying, "I'm starting to get very...."
He took his erection in his hand for a minute and tried to catch his
breath, adding, "I don't know how much longer I can keep from..."

I started to reach my hand out to touch his erection, wanting desperately
to know how it felt.

But Dad intercepted my hand, brough it up to his lips and kissed, and then
held it close to his chest. "Please, Son, I need to calm down or..." Then
he added, "Listen, Son, I think we should... take care of ourselves
separately, OK."

"But Dad," I said, hearing my own voice break, "Can't we just... I mean,
can you show me how you..."

"Oh, Buddy," he said, a little desperate now, "I can't let you see me when
I... lose control."

"But Dad, why not? Why can't we just..." I could feel myself practically in
tears.

"Son, it's OK, but we need to... be by ourselves for a few minutes, OK." I
felt him pull away from me and leave the bathroom, shutting the door behind
him.

But in my mind, even through the tears, Dad was still there with me. He was
holding me close the whole time, kissing me and letting me kiss him back. I
pictured us with our naked bodies pressed up against each other and our
penises -- his big one and my much smaller one -- pressing into each other,
giving each other pleasure. I imagined my dad giving himself over to the
feeling he was so much trying to suppress, allowing himself to press his
penis into mine until the feeling in his balls overwhelmed him and cried
out, finally giving himself relief, "Son, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

And as I did, my small penis shot sperm into my hand. But not nearly as
much as I imagined my dad would squirt if he'd only let himself.

Exhausted, I wiped myself off and crawled into bed for an afternoon
nap. When I woke up, Dad was also under the covers with me. As I often did,
I snuggled in next to him, not sure what his reaction would be after what
had happened earlier. As usual, though, Dad wrapped his arm around me and
pulled me in closer. As contented as I could be, I fell back to sleep in
his arms.


To be continued...


Thanks for reading! If any of this story speaks to you and you've thought
about writing to me about it, please do: judestjude2357@gmail.com. I
promise to do my best to answer, especially if you're feeling alone with no
one to talk to about this stuff.

You may already know the narrator of this story, Sean, as a 22-year-old
friend of Jared and Tom, the main characters of another story, Inadequate
Men, in the Nifty "Beginnings" section Inadequate Men:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/inadequate-men/ This is Sean's
backstory, and you'll see how it connects up as you continue reading both
series.

Also, if you're interested, please check out my story, Corey's Struggle, in
the Nifty "College" section:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/coreys-struggle/

Thanks again,
TJ