From: D One Subject: Showers And Sex Date: 03 Apr 1998 00:00:00 GMT Ever since I saw my Dad naked in a shower, I loved naked men and showers. As a little kid I saw him there, tall, naked, his body hair wet, his tubular penis hanging down with that fascinatinly shaped acorn like tip mesmorizing me. I must have been eleven or so. I had seen him and my brother naked before, but from that moment on, it became something special. We all were at the YMCA and in a huge shower room with others. I remember it as if it were the moment my life changed. I had played with Denver's penis when we shared a bathtub as kids. I had even seen his penis get hard and watched as he showed me his new trick. His hard penis got real red and then spit out white stuff all over us both. But until I saw that tall man, who I loved and envied, standing there that day it was all harmless play. I realized that my Dad turned me on. As I lay on my bed masturbating for years, I couldn't keep the sight of him out of my head. Even when Denver and I jacked off together...my eyes were watching him, but my brain was recalling other sights. Other sights included kids at gym class, guys I saw on television or in magazine ads, men I saw on the street and of course always my Dad. I was home from college one time and went out drinking with my friends. I came home drunk enough to be obvious but not enough to be sick. I put my arms around my Dad and told him I loved him. He kissed me on the cheek and responded in kind. Then I pulled off my shirt and pants and got into bed with him. He didn't say anything. We were in bed naked together like that...my body against his. I had slept with him before..but when I was little. I took his arm and pulled it around me and we slept that way. In the middle of the night, I awoke...my alcohol having been processed so I woke without feeling drunk. But I was naked in bed with my Dad. His arm was still around me. His steady breathing and light snoring told me he remained asleep. Maybe I was still drunk..but somehow I had the courage to reach under the covers and touch his dick. I was amazed it was hard as hell! And I scared myself by going under the covers and putting it in my mouth. By that time, I had sucked a cock or two. I had been in a daisy chain blowjob session. I had been picked up by drivers who saw my thumb out and offered to give me blowjobs. And I had even shared a sleeping bag with a friend who introduced me to the amazing and tiring fun of butt fucking. Denver had been quite a ladies man. But he and I shared many fun times in our bedroom too. We rationalized that by acknowledging that brothers help brothers, etc. He was at college that night..Mom and sis were away too. There was only Dad and me....and my pent up, hidden, and commanding desires. I licked, and kissed Dad's dick. In my head I saw him standing in the YMCA shower the day I realized what I liked. He moved his hand. I froze. But it seemed as if he were still asleep. His dick spit stuff into my mouth and I swallowed it. When I went down to breakfast, he smiled and asked me how I wanted my eggs. Nothing was ever said. I time, I realized years later he knew what I did. When I introduced him to my lover, he smiled and seemed a bit anoyed. The man was older then me, looked somewhat like him too. I knew in my heart what I wanted..and what I couldn't have. And when Dad accepted the announcement I was gay, I wished for "it" even more. But that would not happen. I had several older men lovers but none matched the sight of my Dad naked in that shower years ago. When Dad died, Denver took charge of me. I was a mess. He stayed with me, shared my bed, held me and let me act like an idiot. One wine drinking night, I admited everything to him and he cried too. I never knew why. My current lover is an older man. He's not that much older that he would be a replacement for the man I loved, but he lets me call him daddy from time to time..especially during "special" moments. And most of all, we shower together.