Date: Sat, 4 Nov 2023 19:19:11 -0400
From: Jude St. Jude <judestjude2357@gmail.com>
Subject: Sean and His Dad - Chapter 6 - Closer

Sean and His Dad

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Chapter 6 -- Closer

My closeness with Dad continued just like that for what seemed like a long
while. I remember when the hair, first on my chest and then spreading onto
my belly, began to come in, how proud Dad seemed. He commented on it
practically every day and, since he had a hairy chest that I'd always
admired, I was happy whenever he did.

"You really are becoming a man," he would say one day, and then, "Look at
you, stud," the next. My heart would pound with pride and longing whenever
he said something like that.

One day, as we were winding down getting ready for bed, he said simply,
"I'm so proud of you, son." He put his hand on my shoulder, and we just
looked and looked into each other's eyes. As usual, we were naked together,
and I could feel myself stiffening up. That made me feel a little
embarrassed, because I still hadn't grown much down there, despite the
hormones that were obviously doing their work on the rest of my body. When
I got an erection, my small penis didn't really grow much larger than when
it was hanging down limp. It just swelled up a little, stuck straight out,
and pointed up like a thumb.

But then, as our eye contact continued for longer and longer, Dad's dick
began to pulse and lengthen. At first, it grew to twice its usual length
and started hanging way down in front of his low-hanging balls. But then,
it just kept getting bigger and bigger. As usual, I could see that my dad
was trying to fight the feeling. This time, though, his erection just kept
pulsing harder and harder until it was completely engorged and curving up
and away from his body, stiff and pulsating.

I could see in Dad's eyes how conflicted he felt, and I wanted to reassure
him in whatever way I could. So very slowly, I moved my body closer to
Dad's until my newly hairy stomach was just rubbing against the underside
of his full erection.

Involuntarily, Dad moaned, "Unnnnnhhhhh," and then tried to pull back from
me a little.

I rubbed my hand onto his chest fur and told him, "I'm really glad I'm
finally growing up like my dad in at least one way."

He took my meaning immediately and we both looked down at the obvious and
glaring size difference between Dad and Son.

In the next moment, I felt unexpectedly emotional and said, verging on
tears, "I just wish mine wasn't so small... I feel so ashamed in front of
you..."

"Son, no..." Dad said, pulling me close to him, his erection now pushing
fully up against my stomach. "Please, don't ever say that."

I went on, "I just thought by now that I would start to get bigger. I
really want you to be proud of me..."

"Oh, Son...," Dad said, and I'll never forget how he pulled my face to his,
kissing my cheeks and forehead over and over again as he said, "I'm so
proud of you... so proud of my boy... so proud..."

I burst into tears in that moment and just wept in Dad's arms as he held me
close. In that moment, all I wanted from life was to be safe in my dad's
arms, to be his little boy forever.

At some point, Dad led me to bed and we got under the covers together. He
turned out the light and continued to hold me close, with him on his back
and me curled up contentedly against him, his arm around me. I think we
both tried to sleep for a while, but without much luck. I let my hand rest
once again in the middle of my dad's hairy chest, and rubbed it for a
little while. It felt so good doing that, and again I could feel my small
penis start to stick out and poke into the side of Dad's leg. I felt a
little embarrassed about it, and tried to will it to go back down, but it
had been days since I'd had a release, and my erection, small as it was,
just wouldn't go down, and I was pretty sure Dad could feel it rubbing up
against him.

Without thinking much about it, I let my hand slide over to one of my dad's
nipples and started rubbing it a little bit. At first, it was soft and
smooth in contrast to the roughness of his manly chest, but soon I could
feel it start to harden up in response to my touch. Soon, I could hear
Dad's breathing change, getting a little shallower, and I was pretty sure I
could even feel his heart thumping in his chest. A couple of times as I
continued to rub on his nipple, I could even feel him writhing under me,
and finally he let out a suppressed moan from deep inside him.

Until that minute, I never considered that a man's nipples could feel good,
let alone erotic. When I finally figured out what was happening, I reached
my other hand over to my dad's other nipple and began rubbing the two of
them at the same time. Dad's reaction was immediate and intense, and his
breathing grew even more labored as I continued to rub both of his nipples,
first up and down, then side to side, as they both stiffened under my
touch. I could feel his body repeatedly rise up off the bed, and even in
the darkened room, I could see the outline of his big erection pushing up
against the blankets.

Still rubbing one of his nipples, I let my other hand slowly work its way
down Dad's chest and then further down, over the blankets, until I began to
feel the outline of his engorged penis under my fingers. Very slowly, I
began to trace the shape of it.

"Son, I..."

I kissed my dad's cheek and I could feel him turn his face toward me. In
the dark, he just looked at me in a way I'd never seen before. The man who
was always there for me. And I heard myself tell him, "I love you so much,
Dad,"

"I love you, too, Sean," he said, adding, "I love the man you're becoming."
Then he said, "But, Son...We just can't do this..."

I didn't say anything this time. I just moved my face closer to his until I
could feel his breath on my lips. We stayed that way for a long time. And
then our lips touched together.

Neither of us moved at first. We just both held our breath. The feeling
just grew and grew, more intense with every second. I could have stayed
that way for the rest of my life. And then, my dad made a sound that let me
know that all his resistance was starting to fall away, and he was helpless
to stop it. For the first time, we pushed our lips and, very gently at
first, shared our first kiss. Even so, I could still feel my dad's
reluctance, his conflicted feelings as he kissed me a bit but then kept
feeling the need to pull back.

"You know, Sean, we can't let ourselves... let go. You know what I'm
talking about."

"I know, I know," I told him. "I promise, I won't." I said, "I
promise. You're my dad. I love you so much."

I could feel him melt into me, "Sean, you're my son, my only son. I love
you, too." And we kissed again.

Not only that, but my dad turned towards me. I could feel him finally
allowing himself to touch me in a way that we'd never done before. He
pulled my body in close to his and I could feel his big hard dick rubbing
up against my stomach. And my smaller one was pushing in towards the base
of it, into his balls. I wasn't sure if he could even feel it, but to me it
sure did feel good.

Then, my dad pulled back for a moment and rubbed my newly hairy chest for a
moment, saying, "You're a man now, aren't you."

"Yes, Dad," I told him proudly, "I'm a man now just like you."

"How about that," he said playfully, "Two men."

All of a sudden, he pushed his lower body into mine, and I could that feel
our penises were touching each other. I pushed into him and the feeling
intensified, and without even thinking about it, I said, "Maybe if I rub my
small one against your big one, it will help mine to grow."

I could feel my dad shudder as I said that, and involuntarily push his body
again into mine. "Would you like that?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, and added, "Because yours so much bigger."

Again, I could feel my dad's passion rising as I said this. Then he said
almost shyly, "I... I don't really think it's that big..."

All of a sudden, I realized for the first time that my dad, like me, needed
reassurance, too. I couldn't believe it! So, I kissed him again on the lips
and then whispered in his ear, as if I was telling him a secret that was
just between dad and son, "My dad has got a big one..."

I could feel Dad's passion rising again. He put his hand behind my neck and
kissed me again, more deeply this time.

I started rubbing his nipple again and whispered to him, "I wish my friends
knew how big my dad was."

His reaction was immediate and so strong, as he pulled me closer and kissed
me more forcefully. My own dick, small as it was, was intensely erect, and
I pushed it into my dad, desperate for the contact. I felt so free, finally
being able to tell Dad things that I'd been thinking for years but had
never been able to say.

"Please don't tell anyone, Dad, but my penis is small. I wish it was big
like yours, Dad," I said, then added, "Maybe if I rub my small one on your
big one, it will help mine get bigger."

My dad took my face in both his hands and looked at me in a way he never
had before. "Would you like to do that, Son?" he asked.

"Yes, Dad, please," I said, "Is that OK?"

"OK, buddy," Dad told me, "You go ahead."

My small penis was sticking straight up and out, harder than it had ever
been. I adjusted it so that it was rubbing right up against the underside
of Dad's erection, just underneath where the big head of his penis met the
thick shaft. I felt for the first time like I was guiding things between
the two of us, and Dad was just holding back while allowing me to explore.

Lying side by side with my dad, I pushed my hips forward and felt my small
dick rub into my dad's way bigger one. The stimulation felt so good to me,
and I could see by my dad's reaction that he was feeling the same. Still, I
asked him, "Does that feel OK?"

"Son," he said, "It feels incredible. It's been a long, long time since
I've felt this good."

I wanted to please him so much! I continued to push my small penis into his
big one, and used my hand to continue to stimulate his nipple. Dad
responded by kissing me again, over and over, first deeply, then relaxing
into smaller loving kisses, and then more deeply again.

Then, suddenly, Dad pulled back and said, "Oh, God, I'm getting so close."
He caught his breath and continued, "Son, listen. I think the two of us
need to... go take care of ourselves separately, OK?"

"But, Dad," I said, almost breaking into tears, "Can't we just, kind of,
just maybe take a break for a minute and..."

Dad, still breathing heavily, kissed me on the forehead and said, "Buddy,
it's been a long time since I've done anything like what we're doing. And
listen, a man can only hold it back for so long, if you know what I mean. I
just don't want to let you see me lose control of myself in front of you,
OK? Now, Son, you go into your bathroom, and I'll go into mine, and we'll
take care of ourselves, and then go to sleep."

I wanted to protest, but I knew from Dad's tone that his decision was
final. Reluctantly, I got out from under the covers and slowly left the
room, leaving Dad where he was. A minute or so later, I circled back
quietly to see if he might still be in bed. But he was gone, and I could
see that the door to his bathroom was shut, and his shower was running.

The thought that my dad was, at that moment, in the shower with the door
locked bringing himself to completion got me wildly excited, even if I
couldn't see it. I practically ran back to my bathroom and shut the door,
turned on my own shower, and jumped in before the water was warmed up.

I thought about those moments tonight that I'd spent with Dad, sharing
secrets we'd never shared before, touching and kissing each other so
lovingly for the first time. I remembered how big and hard he had gotten,
how his arousal had almost made him lose control, and how much he had to
fight those feelings. And I thought of him as he was at that moment, alone
in the shower, as I was, leaning against the tile wall rubbing his own big
hard erection and I rubbed my smaller one, both of desperately in need of
release after all we'd shared together.

"Son," I could hear myself say under my breath, imagining what my dad was
going through at that moment, "I want to be with you... I love you so
much...

And I heard myself answer, "I love you, too, Dad... I love you... I love
you... Aaaaahhhhhh..." I could feel my small balls pull up tight in my
scrotum as my little dick squirted a man-sized load onto the shower wall.

And as good as it felt, all I wished for right then was that Dad and I
could have had that moment together in bed instead of apart in separate
bathrooms.


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