Date: Fri, 30 Sep 2005 22:43:26 -0700 (PDT) From: Andrew B JO Subject: Using Dad's Razor Using Dad's Razor by andrewbjo@yahoo.com This story is pure fiction. Do not read if you are not 18 or older, or if gay sex or incest isn't your thing. Otherwise, enjoy! The sight of my dad has always made me horny. He is handsome in a defined and rugged sort of way... at 5'10'' he is very muscular, has a narrow waist, perpetually tanned skin and dark eyes. His powerful arms and legs are hairy, as is his chest. He has the most beautiful smile I've ever seen, and has a way of making people feel at ease. I'm the physical opposite of dad in many ways. I always marvel at how few of dad's features I got. While most people can tell I am his son by our facial resemblance, I am a few inches shorter than him, have much paler skin, a lean build, and am generally smooth. I have very little body hair, and, at 18, have no facial hair yet. I try to keep fit by swimming, so while my build is slender it is defined. I've always been fascinated by dad's body hair, and his morning shave ritual. As a kid, I would sit in the bathroom and watch him shave. He looked so handsome in his boxer shorts, I used to think he was so hairy, his strong legs and arms coated with dark hair, while he stood in front of the mirror and shaved. He used to smile at me and tell me jokes and ask me questions about nothing in particular. I used to watch him shave every morning, and would be very upset on the days I slept in and couldn't watch him. After he finished shaving he'd pick me up, give me a big hug and kiss, and I'd feel so happy in his arms pressed against his bare chest. Then he'd carry me to my bedroom, and go back to the bathroom and continue with his shower. We weren't a family that was generally comfortable being nude around each other, so I never got to see him naked. Dad was very affectionate all through my childhood and growing up, and would tuck me in every night, and sit on my bedside with me and talk about the day and tell me he loved me. Even when I was in high school. In the summer our house got hot so he would often just be wearing boxer shorts, which always turned me on. I recently started following his lead and shed my PJs to sleep in boxers. The first time I did this it was a bit awkward, but then it didn't bother him at all, in fact it sort of broght us closer together, as it meant i was growing up. He used to joke about how smooth my chest, body, and face were. We would laugh at each other because it seemed funny that we were so different in this regard. Personally, I found his body hair really really sexy, but didnt particularly want any on my body. I seemed happy the way I was. Besides it seemed like it would look awkward in the swimming pool. A few months ago, something interesting happened. One morning, on an impulse as I was showering, I thought how cool it would be to trim my pubic hair a bit. Then I thought why not shave it off completely. So, I took dad's razor from out of the medicine cabinet, soaped up my pubic region and balls, and shaved myself smooth. wow. It felt so good to be completely hairless I couldn't control myself. I rapidly jerked my hard dick off until I shot all over the place. After realizing what I had done, I washed all my hair off my body, cleaned up the shower, and towelled off. what I forgot to do was replace dad's razor, and accidentally left it on the ledge of the shower, with a few strands of my hair sticking to it!! The next morning, when I woke up, I overheard my dad asking my mom "Honey, did you borrow my razor?". I could have died, when I realized what had happened! His razor was missing from the cabinet, and he would find it in the shower, with my hair on it! I heard my mom say no, and dad just made a puzzled "hmm" sound and continued shaving with a new razor. I was so embarassed I just stayed in my room for a long time. After dad got ready, he opened my bedroom door and said "Son, you're going to be late for school of you don't hurry!". He gave me a very loving smile, and lingered for a second longer than normal. He must have noticed my embarassment, but didn;t say anything. When I went to the shower, I noticed the razor was still in the shower, but CLEANED. Dad used it, cleaned it, and put it back in the shower!!! That night, dad came into by bedroom to wish me good night. I was already in bed, and he came and sat beside me. I felt a bit scared, as I'm sure he knew what I had done. He was only wearing a pair of shorts and no shirt, so I could see his hairy body and his hairy legs were only inches away from me. He asked me how my day was. I was scared, but also turned on tremendously with him so close by. I started getting a major hard on, and then suddenly felt the new smoothness around my pubes. My cock pointed straight up my abs. I quickly turned around and lay on my chest to hide it. I wasn't wearing a shirt, and as I turned around the bedsheet slipped a little, leaving nothing between dad's hairy thigh and my side. I tried to reply that school was OK, but my mouth was dry and my voice was just a croak. He smiled, and patted me on the back. He didn't take his hand off my back. Dad asked me if I had been swimming today, and I said yes. He asked me if I had bought a new swimsuit, which was a really odd question. I said no... and wondered why he'd asked me that. Meanwhile, with the heat of his hand on my bare smooth back, my cock was pulsing underneath me, against my equally smooth groin. I felt the hair on dad's thigh brush against my side as he adjusted himself. Then, he started rubbing my back. I said wow dad that feels really good. He said good, and continued doing this. He smiled and said I'd forgotten how smooth you are son... isn't it funny how you are so smooth and I am so hairy? I couldnt respond, I Just moaned. My throbbing cock was close to bursting... I couldn't believe how amazingly good it felt to get a back rub from dad! He started working on my lower back, just above my PJs. He put both of his hands flat on my lower back, his strong fingers pointing outwards while he used his thumbs to massage the middle of my low back, just above my asscrack. He slowly and firmly slid his fingers around my waist, slighly lower down my ass. My god, I felt like Dad could almost encircle my waist in his strong grip. At one point his finger brushed against my freshly shaved pubic area and lingered there for a second. At that moment, I completely lost it. I was engulfed in wave after wave of powerful orgasm, right there with my father's strong hands around my waist, holding me down. I shuddered and pulsated as my cock spurted my cum underneath me. Dad didn't move... he just held my waist through my orgasm, and held his hands there for a while after it subsided, firmly yet very gently. Then he slowly rubbed my back a while. I was so mortified at what had happened I didn't know what to do. I was ashamed, but also felt terribly relieved and wonderful. Dad leaned down, gave me a kiss and smiling, said "I love you, son". Knowing everything was OK, I looked up at him, and wanted to say "I love you Dad", but the words didn't come. I just cried instead.