Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2011 19:22:08 -0800 (PST) From: Dave Ledge Subject: Skinny or Scrawny? Chap. 2 DAD: It was all I could do to keep a straight face and play tough before I left our basement workout room. As soon as I was out of earshot I burst out laughing! While Keith's weird anger at me and aggression was unexpected, once I realized who caused it, I started to understand. I was just as serious as Keith was when we arm wrestled and bear hugged, but my violence was directed more at the asshole who had set Keith on edge and not Keith himself. But when I realized my sixteen year-old son was getting hard from rubbing against his naked Dad, my anger started to dissipate. I decided to let Keith do what "came" naturally, even though it was with me. I didn't molest him, I promise! He came after me after all! I just made sure our bodies rubbed in such a way as to allow him to enjoy maximum body contact once I realized he was turned on and you could tell by his moans and his cock that he sure as hell was! A guy who isn't having a good time isn't going to get as hard as a rock and is certainly not going to cum unless something is happening right! When he came, I came immediately after. I enjoyed the contact and physicality as much as he did, of course! I mean, after all, this was a guy who could have been my twin if he and I were the same age. Being the same height and weight means you're in exactly the right place to rub the other guy the right way with the same parts of your body as his. Think about it. And rubbing each other bodies while partially clothed was all we did! However, I couldn't help letting him know the asshole whose jealousy of me caused this whole thing had a pencil dick. And I probably shouldn't have reached into his trunks to feel Keith's still swollen and sticky cock to make sure he had his Dad's cock, but I let him feel mine, too, right and let him know that the asshole coach didn't have anything like our cocks. Grin. And the look on his face from that almost set me off totally! It was a look that mixed shock, horror, and absolute lust, all at once. I could visibly see him harden up again as he felt me. However, I knew it was time to let him recover and figure out how he really felt about what just happened. I'd be there and talk, for real, once he had spent some time alone figuring out how he felt about what happened. SON: What the fuck just happened? I came home totally pissed off at my Dad for giving me this scrawny body and we wound up fighting. He beat me in arm wrestling and then we bear hug fought. Then he told me the man I admire most in the world, my hairy muscle stud Coach, was an asshole that Dad beat constantly in every contest they had and they'd been competing for years. Finally while hugging him, I get hard, I cum, he cums, he tells me Coach has a "pencil dick" and gropes my cock and has me grope him. What the fuck? What is going on? My world is turned upside down. But I have to admit I feel pretty good. My cock is now totally hard again and throbbing. I've gotta jerk off. I'm pretty sure Dad's not coming back so I drop my trunks and standing naked I start to jerk off onto the floor. In fact, I'm so turned on I don't care if my Dad comes back in and sees me. In fact I sort of wish he were there to see his son's big cock cum all over the room. In fact I wish he were naked and we were bear hugging totally naked with his big cock fighting mine. And...and...and....oh shit, I'm cumming! Ahhhhh! I came so hard I shot across the room! I fell to my knees and panted as hard as after running the 1500 meters! OMG! A few minutes later I realized I was lying face down on the mats in a pool of my warm cum. It started to turn me on again. Not again. Slowly I got to my knees and looked down at my big, nearly hard cock. Well, if Dad gave me this skinny, tall body, at least he gave me his cock, too! For the first time all morning, I grinned. Let me give this all a rest for now. Literally. After long track practice, running home, fighting Dad two ways, and now cumming twice, the silent warm basement lured me to sleep. Within moments I was sacked out naked on the mats, fast asleep. DAD: I took off my cum-soaked Speedos and stood naked in front of the bedroom mirror upstairs, looking at myself. Yeah, thin body. 6'2. Definition in my very slightly hairy chest but small rack... I pumped my biceps. Not huge but strong. Thin waist, long and strong legs with good thighs. Long feet and long fingers on strong hands... Nice face. A man's body, for sure. I looked at my cock, which was starting to swell up from my self-admiration. I thought back over the morning... Well, I was glad Keith and I had had our fight and our bonding experience. We might never do that again. Once might be enough for him. But I was sure he felt differently about me now and I certainly did about him. I might even be grateful to that asshole Coach of hisÑsome day. Remembering our bear hug contest and Keith's toned, young man's, body against mine made me get hard for real. Well, I'm not cumming now, not yet. I took a long shower and enjoyed being hard in the shower. I felt up every inch of my body and edged myself for an hour until I finally couldn't stand it any more and blew my load all the way across the shower. I even heard it splat on the shower wall, even over the shower noise! Finally drained, in more ways than one, I toweled off and left the bathroom. I got dressed in a loose T shirt and shorts and went down to make lunch for us. After setting out dishes, glasses, and making soup and sandwiches I realized I hadn't heard anything from downstairs, from Keith. Finally, curiosity getting the better of me, I quietly walked downstairs to the basement. Damn, what a sight! There was my stud son, totally naked, with a near hard on, asleep, snoring, and still sticky with cum! Hmm. New cum, I guessed, too! Grin. Well, I guess we're even! Still being very quiet I took the time to look him over in every detail. Yeah, definitely a stud! His body matched mine almost exactly. Certainly his cock did! No hair on the chest yet. Biceps not quite as developed as mine... But his legs and thighs were even more ripped than mine. All that track was doing something good anyway. Similar face and hair but, while asleep, he had an innocence I think I lost some time ago. Almost angelic, and there was a very satisfied smile on his young man face, too. Good memories of this morning? I chuckled under my breath and let him sleep. I went back upstairs, ate, and then went out to do some errands. SON: I don't know how long I slept. I finally came to, looked down and realized I was naked and hard. I got some old towels and cleaned up the mats and myself as well as I could and threw them in the washer along with my Speedos. I didn't have any other clothes downstairs so realized I'd have to go upstairs naked to get to my room. Well, after this morning I thought I could brave that! I passed by the kitchen and saw there was food waiting for me. I didn't see or hear Dad. Guess he went out. Well, that made strolling through the house naked easy. I took a quick shower and got dressed. Damn I was hungry! I almost ran downstairs and wolfed down the food Dad had left for me. Well, I guess he wasn't angry at me? In fact he had never been angry at me, had he? Even when I was fuck angry at him he never lost his temper at me, had he? And why was I so angry in the first place? Why did I hate my body? If my Dad was right, his similar body was strong and could beat Coach's. Then I started to put a lot of things together. Ever since I started track two years ago, Coach had said small things from time to time to all of us about our bodies, about when we would grow up and get strong, etc. He hadn't said directly that we were weak and that we should all want to look just like him. He hadn't had to. It was implied. He would grin, then smirk. He would take off his shirt after saying some of these things, as if to show us what we should want to grow up to be. He would stroke his hairy body and muscles absent-mindedly (?) when talking about developing bodies. When we showered after practice, he'd walk by the shower room in just a jock and show off his tight bubble ass after he yelled some comments into the room and looked over our naked boy bodies. As for me personally, he seemed to look at me more than anyone else when he was talking about the need to eat right and exercise right, so that we could develop into men. His smirk had become a sneer at times when he looked at me. Shit. Why hadn't I seen any of this until now? I mean, I guess I saw it but I didn't get it. Oh shit. Dad might be right! Is Coach getting Dad back through me? Is there real jealousy working here? Oh shit, oh shit. Fuck, maybe I need to apologize to Dad! I turned red again, sort of ashamed. But then I thought about the rest of what Dad said. What if Coach really did have a pencil dick? Was that the reason we never saw him totally naked? He never took a shower with us. I thought that might be school rules, but now realized there could be another reason. The more I thought about this man who set himself up as the ultimate man having a tiny dick, the funnier I thought it was. Suddenly I burst out laughing at what his completely naked body might look like. At that moment Dad walked into the kitchen. He smiled at my laughter, put the groceries down and started to unpack the bags. After a moment's confusion I started to help him. "Uh, Dad", I said. "Thanks for lunch." "You're welcome." We continued to work together and finally got everything put away and cleaned up the kitchen. Finally when we were done, I faced him and said, "Dad, I gotta apologize. I've been thinking about everything, what you said, and I realize everything you told me this morning is true. Coach has been making me feel bad about my body for years, but always around about. When he smirked at me in the showers this morning that was the last straw. He won. He beat me down, didn't he?" "Yeah, I guess he did, the asshole," Dad replied. "But Dad, now I know better. He's gonna lose now! And every time I think about him with a pencil dickÑdoes he really have one?" "Yeah!" "I'm gonna laugh out loud just as I did when you came home." And I started to laugh. That made Dad start to laugh. Soon, we were both laughing hysterically. We reached over and held each other up as we rocked in gales of laughter. We kept yelling out, "pencil dick!" It made us start to laugh again each time we said it. Finally we calmed down and realized we were holding each other in a tight hug. Neither one of us let go. We started to stroke each other and squeezed each other tighter. Once again my prick got harder and harder. Shit I hadn't put on any underwear! It started to pop out of my shorts. But then I realized my Dad's was, too! We were both commando! We both started to breathe harder, but neither one of us let go still. I could feel my Dad's tight body against mine again. I deliberately turned my body so that the tips of our naked cocks, which had been forced out of our shorts touched. Damn! I deliberately rubbed my tip against his. He moaned out loud and I chuckled. Good! Turnabout fair play! The chuckle made him react. "So, you want more of your old man, do you?" he said in a husky voice. To my surprise, I said, "Yeah, man. I want you naked on your bed, now!" Where had that come from? Well, he dropped his hold on me and turned toward his bedroom. I followed him down the hall and we both approached the big, unmade, king size bed. He looked me in the eyes and slowly stripped until he was naked with his big cock standing straight out. I couldn't help it. I lusted after his body big time. I slowly returned the favor until we were both naked and steely hard. Enough of this! Suddenly I jumped at my Dad and pushed him to the mattress. I jumped on top of him on the mattress and grabbed his hands and tried to force him into the mattress with my naked body on his. Well, he didn't take this lying down (pun intended) and fought back. We struggled chest to chest, hands and arms and legs intertwined. My face was hot against his and our crotches dueled. Our hard cocks had nowhere to go and were throbbing between our hard guts and the other cock. Unintentionally, we were rubbing the cocks together in our struggle to see who would come out on top, too! Dimly I realized how hot this whole scene was as we rubbed each other's bodies, nipples and crotches and cocks as we fought each other. We were sweating in seconds but kept on at each other. Each time he seemed to be ready to reverse our positions, I managed to move just enough to stay on top of him. I kept trying to grab his legs in a grapevine and lock them in but he managed to elude me, just barely, each time. Suddenly he thrust his crotch up against mine as hard as he could from his bottom position! I responded by raising up as high as I could without losing my holds and slamming his body! Soon you could hear the thuds of naked flesh as we each slammed our naked fronts against each other! If anything this made us even sweatier. We started to lose our holds and could only grind every bit of naked exposed flesh against each other. After minutes (?) of wrestling each other naked, I could feel the familiar good feeling down below. Suddenly Dad let go of my hands and reached down and grabbed my sweaty hard cock! Two can play that game. While still on top of him, I grabbed his man cock. Now there was a new race to the finish! We jacked each other's big cocks off as well as we could while still grinding our naked bodies together and holding each other's right hand. I found out I could make Dad moan when rubbing my totally hard nipples against his and started to use my chest as a weapon against his. He forced my hand from his then and used both his hands on my cock and balls, no longer minding he was on the bottom but working as hard as he could to get me off! I went for his big balls, too, but kept on top and kept torturing his nipples with mine! I slammed my chest against his and then rubbed them together in our sweat and repeated and repeated. "Oh shit!" he said. My nipple play had won! I could feel his big cock get even bigger and harder in my hand and I jacked him as fast as I could! I was so going to dominate him and make him cum! However, just as I felt his cock throb one last time before pulsing and spraying us both with a huge load of hot cum, I realized I was in the throes of the hottest cum I had ever had and I came within seconds behind him! "Oh shittttttttt", I yelled, too! Within seconds we were both covered with what seemed like gallons of hot Dad and Son cum! We finally came down from our high...I was still on top of Dad, glued to him by our cum. I slowly moved my body against his, sensuously, reveling in the feel of it. I grabbed him and moved my arms under his back to squeeze him gently, to make us even closer and tighter together. He did the same. He started to move his crotch against mine, too, slowly and very, very, sensuously. Neither one of us was totally hard now, but damn close to it still! Seems like neither one of us had had enough of the other yet. I know I sure hadn't! Round 3 sounded good to me! "Fuck" we both said! We had both heard the sound of the garage door opening. "Shit", Dad said. Grab your clothes and run into the shower down the hall. I'll clean up in here quick and get into mine." He grinned. "Of course most of the cum is on us and the bed. Will be a quick cleanup!" I laughed out loud as I ran down the hall naked and got into the shower and started up the water. Within a minute or two I felt the change in water pressure and realized Dad had started up his. I heard a voice call out asking where everybody was. Dad yelled back, "Keith and I just finished a workout. We're in the showers." Well, that was true, wasn't it? However, unfinished business awaited me below. I grabbed my still nearly hard cock and slowly stroked myself to full hardness and went back through my fights with Dad today, our hard bodies and hard cocks grinding, struggling, and stroking...Yeah....Yeah...Yeah....YEAH!!!!!!!!