Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2006 09:20:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Scorpiojames@yahoo.com
Subject: Smoking and Stroking 2: Shaving and Stroking

Author's Note: This is a continuation of my first story, "Smoking and
Stroking."  Thanks to everyone who wrote me about the story.  Again,
comments and suggestions are welcome!

Shaving and Stroking

I woke up and looked around.  It took me a few minutes to realize where I
was.  I was in our new house and was sleeping in what would be my sister's
bedroom.  My Dad was on the twin bed next to mine.  And then it all came
rushing back to me.

Last night, in the middle of the night, I'd gotten up and gone to the
family room to sneak a cigarette.  While I sat there, I started playing
with myself - I was 14 and it was a hobby, if not a vocation.  Anyway,
while I was stroking myself, my Dad caught me.  But, instead of being
reprimanded or punished, he joined me!  I kept telling myself over and over
and over, "My Dad jacked off with me.  My Dad jacked off with me" and I
kept seeing him sitting in a lawn chair (we didn't have furniture in the
house yet), stroking his dick.  It was dark, and the whole incident now
seemed like a dream, but I remember seeing his dick sticking straight up
with a nice, thick head and his hand pumping it.  All these thoughts and
images came rushing back to me in an instant.  I got up and walked to the
bathroom with a raging hard-on, in part because I had to pee, but mostly
because I kept thinking about last night.

I stood in the bathroom, trying to pee, but my dick wouldn't go soft
because I couldn't stop thinking about last night.  In desperation, I
turned around and started peeing into the bathtub.  I figured I'd take a
shower and it'd wash down.

After I peed, I walked out into the family room and saw the evidence from
the night before.  In front of each lawn chair, on the raw wood floor, were
dried white circles, of various sizes, where both of us had shot our loads.
I had told him not to clean it up, but leave the come on the floor, like we
were marking our territory.  This whole time, I still had a rigid boner and
knew I'd have to jerk off again soon.  I walked into the kitchen and
grabbed a small pan, added water and put it on the stove to boil water for
coffee.  I knew my Dad would want some and I figured I'd have some too.  As
the water heated, I started wondering what to do about the come stains on
the floor.  At some point today, my Mother and sisters would come over and
we really couldn't just leave them.  Something told me I'd end up mopping
the floors later and I cursed myself for suggesting that we not clean it up
last night.

At about this point, I looked up and saw my Father walking towards me.  I
froze.  How was he going to act after last night?  Was he feeling guilty?
Was he angry and want to punish me for making him do something he didn't
want to do?  I guess I would find out soon enough.  He came down the hall
toward me wearing his usual white T-shirt and white briefs.  To this day,
white briefs really turn me on and it's because I was always seeing him
wear them.  And he wore them well! I watched him walk toward me and
couldn't take my eyes off the big bulge that filled out those briefs.  I
could make out his dick head too.  He'd obviously woken up with a boner and
although it was getting smaller, I could still make out the outline of his
dick very well through the fabric.  My erection, which had gone down while
I was thinking about having to clean the floor, came back almost instantly.

"Mornin'," he mumbled.

"Uh... Hey!" I said, not really knowing how to act.  "Coffee's about
ready," I stammered out.

"OK." He said and went to the lawn chair he sat in the night before and lit
a cigarette.

There was a rather uncomfortable silence, but I decided I was going to let
him be the first to talk about last night.  I wasn't going to bring it up.
I put some instant coffee in a couple mugs, poured the water in them, added
some sugar to each, stirred them and walked a mug over to him.

"Thanks," he said, taking it from me.  He looked up at me and, seeing his
eyes, I realized he wasn't angry.  He was more likely confused and maybe
ashamed of what happened.  Did he blame himself?  Did he feel bad about
doing something that I'll remember as one of the best nights of my life?

I took my mug of coffee and sat in the other lawn chair, stepping on the
come stains in front of it.

"Want a cigarette?" he asked.

"No, I think I had enough last night, thanks," I said.

"Uh... yeah, about last night.  I think we need to talk."

"Do we?"  I began to get that feeling in my stomach, the same one I got
last night when he came out and caught me jerking off.

"Listen, what happened last night..." and he trailed off into silence.
Obviously, this was hard for him.  "I think we ought to..." and trailed off
again.

Suddenly, he leaned forward and looked at me.  "How do you feel about last
night?" he asked.

"Uh... well.  To be honest, I think it was one of the most amazing things
to ever happen to me."

"Really?" he asked. "You know what we did... fathers and sons aren't really
supposed to do that kinda stuff"

"I know," I replied, "but I'm glad we did."

"Well," he said, "that was something that can't happen again.  You and I
were here alone, and we both needed some... release.  I don't want you to
think that we're gonna do it again, OK?"

"OK," I said, and suddenly felt really sad.  Clearly he felt guilty about
it.

"And look at all this," he said, pointing to the come on the floor.  "How
are we gonna clean that up?  There's nothing here to wash the floors with."

"I'll figure something out," I said.

"Jesus, if your Mother found out..." and he again trailed into silence.

After finishing my cup of coffee, I got up and walked by him.  He wouldn't
look at me, but kept looking at the floor.  I rinsed my mug and put it in
the sink.

"I'm going to take a shower," I said.

"OK.  Save me some hot water." He replied

I went down the hall and into the bathroom.  I was feeling pretty weird
about the whole thing.  I guess the resolution I was hoping for wasn't
going to happen and I would never get to see my Dad's dick again.  I turned
on the shower and got in.  As I began lathering myself, I started thinking
about last night and sprung a rod again!  I began to stroke my dick,
replaying the whole night again in my mind: getting caught, sharing a
cigarette with him and having it end with us jerking off together in the
darkness.  I brought myself close to coming, but decided to wait.  I
learned pretty early that it could be fun to get horny and then ride that
energy for a while before really getting myself off.  So, I finished
washing, my hard-on bobbing in front of me, rinsed and turned off the
water.  I grabbed a towel, got out of the shower and started drying myself.
Then I realized it was Thanksgiving Day and I'd need to shave.

It wasn't like I had a thick beard or anything, but I had hair on my chin,
the edges my jaw and on my throat.  I opened the bathroom door so the steam
could get out and clear up the mirror.  Then I realized I was missing
something: a razor and shaving cream.

"Hey, Dad," I yelled.

"What?" he called back

"Can I borrow a razor and shaving cream?  I forgot mine."

He didn't say anything, but I heard him get up and start walking toward me
from the other end of the house.

"Yeah, hold on" he said and went into the bedroom.

He came back with a cheap Bic razor and a can of shaving cream and handed
them to me.

"I didn't realize you were shaving," he said.

"Oh.  Well, you know.  Only a couple times a week, but I have to do it." I
replied with a certain amount of pride.  There was something about shaving
my face that I found really masculine.  It was a ritual for men.  It was
something that made me feel like a grown man - like smoking cigarettes,
drinking coffee and jerking off.

I took the razor and can of shaving cream and went back into the bathroom.
I took off my towel and stood in front of the mirror naked.  I was a little
chubby, but not bad.  I didn't play any sports, but I was active and tried
not to eat too much junk food.  I had sprouted a little hair in the middle
of my chest and some around my belly button, and that was it, except for
the bush around my dick, which by comparison seemed pretty thick.  My dick
was soft, but because I had been hard recently, plus the warmth from the
shower, it looked pretty big.  I always got a kick out of seeing myself in
this state - like I was a porn star.  I knew once I got out of the warm
bathroom and got dressed, it would get smaller.  I suddenly realized that
my Dad was still standing at the door watching me.  I turned and looked at
him and smiled.

"I suppose I should shave too," he said.

The bathroom of the new house had two sinks.  Having grown up in a very
small house with two sisters, having a larger bathroom with two sinks
seemed like the ultimate luxury.  I was standing at the sink farthest from
the door, putting shaving cream on my face when my Dad came back into the
bathroom.  He had taken off his T-shirt, but was still wearing those white
briefs.  My dick began to stir and I looked at it in the mirror.  I began
to worry that I might get a hard-on and then realized I didn't need to be
embarrassed about it.  I'd jacked off with him the night before!  Why
should I worry about getting an erection this morning?

"Pass me that," he said, pointing to the shaving cream.

I handed it to him, then turned to the mirror and began pulling the razor
down my cheeks.  Between each stroke, though, I'd shift my eyes in the
mirror and watch him.  He splashed hot water on his face, pressed out some
shaving cream and spread it on his face.  Running his razor under the
faucet, he began to shave his cheeks.  So there we were, standing
side-by-side, shaving.  I was naked and he in his underwear. This, of
course, got me excited and my dick started growing again!

This time, I let my dick get fully hard.  As far as I could tell, he hadn't
noticed.  Because of my height and the height of the sink, I could actually
rest my dick on the edge of the sink.  So, fully hard, I let it rest on the
sink while I continued shaving my throat.

"Hey!" he finally said.  "What the hell?"

"Oh.  Well." I said, laughed a little and just shrugged my shoulders.  I
really didn't know what to say that wasn't completely obvious.  I was
excited!  But I really didn't feel embarrassed.  After last night, I
figured I could be hard in front of my Dad and not be uncomfortable.

So I tried to act nonchalant and continued shaving with a rigid dick.  My
Dad, probably not quite sure what to say, or what to do, also went back to
shaving and didn't say anything more.

As I finished shaving my neck, I looked into the mirror at him. Watching
him shave was so sexy to me.  Since I was a kid, I'd always been fascinated
watching him shave.  He wasn't in the best shape, physically, but looking
at him that morning just kept my dick hard.  He had a beer belly and his
size was impressive, but the front of his chest and stomach were covered in
thick, light brown hair.  His biceps were huge and his shoulders broad.  As
I stood looking at him in the mirror, my glance moved down to his crotch,
as it so often did.

I saw, once again, that it was getting larger.  His briefs were now
sticking out at a very unusual angle and I realized he was getting hard
again.  I moved my eyes up to his face.  He had paused, running the razor
under the water, and his eyes were looking in the mirror, right in the
direction of my dick.

Since I had stopped shaving, he looked up at my and our eyes met.

"You know," I said, nodding toward his crotch, "you might be more
comfortable if you took those off."  His dick seemed fully hard and the
angle at which it jutted out made it look confined by the fabric.

"Yeah, maybe you're right," he said, and slipped his thumb into the
waistband.  He pulled them out and down and out popped his dick.  He set
down his razor and with his other hand, slid his underwear down and let
them fall to the floor.  He kicked them out of the way and turned back to
the mirror.  And there he was.  My Father.  Standing a few feet away from
me, completely naked.

I was so overcome by the sight that I instinctively reached from my penis
and began stroking it.  I was looking in the mirror and focused on his
dick, which was now free and fully erect.  It was really the first time I'd
ever seen it, since it had been dark last night, and it was beautiful.  The
shaft had the same thickness all the way up, getting a little thicker under
the head.  His head was large with a prominent ridge separating it from the
shaft.  It was more rounded than mine, which was more egg-shaped.  In the
center of his head was a nice slit, probably a half-inch long.  There was a
nice band of dark pink under the ridge that went up maybe a third of the
shaft and the shaft emerged from a huge bush of dark brown hair.  And
hanging beneath this beautiful dick was the biggest pair of balls I'd ever
seen.  They weren't low hangers, but rather close to his body.  Still, they
were huge and the whole ball sac looked like a small melon!  His balls
weren't that hairy, compared to the rest of his crotch, and were covered in
thin blue lines.  I stood there, taking in this vision, for what seemed
like an hour, but was only a moment.  Suddenly, my Dad's hand grabbed his
dick and squeezed it, waking me from my reverie.  I looked up in the mirror
at his face.  He was looking at me and smiling.

"Nice," was all I could say.  My throat was completely dry, my heart racing
and I really couldn't think.

"Not so bad yourself," he said with a note of pride in his voice.  "Guess
you take after your old man,"

We stood there, jacking off, each looking into the mirror at the other.  I
reached out and grabbed the can of shaving cream and put some on my palm.
Then I squeezed my dick, letting the cream ooze through my fingers and
spread along the underside.  As I began to stroke again, the shaving cream
felt so good, I let out a sigh, a very quiet moan.  Turning my attention
back to my Dad in the mirror, I began to pick up the pace.  Thinking I was
onto something, he reached over and took the can, pumped some out, and
began stroking his dick with it.  So, in addition to watching my Dad
jerking off, I could now hear it.  There was this amazing sound coming from
both of us, almost in unison, a 'thwap, thwap, thwap," as our fists rode
over the heads of our dicks.

My Dad began to breathe heavier and also make some pretty interesting body
movements.  His back would arch, he would thrust his hips forward, he would
bend his knees and even at one point went up onto the balls of his feet.
He was into this!

And just like the night before, I became overwhelmed by what I saw.  It was
just too much.  Before I even realized it was happening, I let out a quick
yell, "UH" and come came flying out of me.  The first two shots hit the
mirror in front of me and the following four or five went into the sink.
My breathing was fast and heavy and I might have even moaned a couple more
times.  I was in heaven.

I was still looking at him, not paying any attention to what I was doing,
and he was watching me with a look of concentration and a half-smile.
Suddenly, he thrust his hips forward and let out a huge groan, like he'd
been holding his breath for a few minutes.  He stopped stroking for a
second and his dick head got huge, expanding like a mushroom and suddenly
white come poured out like thick syrup, dripping into the sink.  Then, with
another groan (almost a grunt), he started stroking again and, this time,
his come flew straight out, hitting the mirror like mine.  Spurt after
spurt after spurt followed.  My eyes were fixated on his slit as it
discharged all the come.  As he finished and the amount of semen coming out
lessened, I looked up at his face.  It was beet red, his eyes were closed,
his chest was heaving, but I could tell he was feeling as good as me.

He stopped stroking himself, his face relaxed and he opened his eyes.
There we were, standing side by side, having again jerked off together.
Our dicks were both still rigid, mine bobbing up a little with each
heartbeat.  And underneath the white shaving cream, our dicks were bright
red.  Looking at him in the mirror, I was overcome with happiness.  I had
once again jerked off with my Dad, this time in the light, right next to
him, each of us watching the other.  He seemed pleased too, though it may
have been more from getting off than doing it with his son.

"Wow!" was all I could manage to say.

"Yeah," was his reply, "Wow!"

Smiling, I said, "At least this time it'll be easier to clean up!"