Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2014 15:27:23 -0000 From: dgg Subject: Shaving Dad (Gay, Incest, Adult/Youth, WS) Fiction Hi, I'm Paul and I'm nearly 11, I wanted to tell you about my Dad and I and what happened recently. My Dad has a workshop for his woodwork hobby, he makes all sorts of things, often to-order. I think he must be really good at it as there are always new things he's being asked to make. I'm not supposed to go into the workshop when he's not around because of all the sharp tools, he says. I do though because I love to look at what he's making. I guess I idolise him a bit. Ever since Mum left us a couple of years ago I have been drawn really close to him, he seems to like me around him too, he's always giving me a hug or ruffling my hair. Best of all though is when I get to sit on his lap and rest my head on his chest which is smooth and firm. Most evenings he only wears boxers and once I've had my bath I copy suit and lounge around in my briefs. So getting on his lap is really nice because my skin is touching his all over, well nearly. It makes me feel so nice inside. My Dad is 31 and handsome (well I would say that, but others do too), he keeps in shape mainly by cycling and swimming and I like to join him on those pursuits when I can. I've seen him naked loads of times in the pool changing rooms and showers and I always seem to be drawn to staring at his body. I love his penis its thick and floppy with a little bunch of foreskin gathered at its tip. It makes my willy go hard when I see him naked, he doesn't comment though so I don't get embarassed, I just sort of ignore it. I've seen lots of other naked men too at the pool, but they don't affect me that way. What I have noticed though is that compared to other men, Dad's willy seems to be a bit bigger than average and he has very little pubic hair in comparison. I have come to the conclusion that he must cut it short. I have also come to the conclusion that I don't like body hair and don't want any when I get older. There's a wooden box in the workshop, obviously made by my Dad. I guess one day it'll be put on legs and made into a sort of cabinet. I want to see inside it but it has no handles, no key hole, nothing obvious. I've been looking at this cabinet for a while now, really perplexed by it. One day recently I got out a stool and climbed up to see if there was anything along the top edge. I studied it but on first inspection found nothing. Then I carefully ran my fingers along the top edge and I found a small section which felt different. I looked closely and it just looked like another section of wood. I pressed it and it moved, but nothing else happened, so I pressed it hard and 'click' the front of the box popped open a little. I got off the stool and set it to one side. Rather gingerly I opened the front, it opened smoothly and easily. Inside was a couple of shelves on which was stack of magazines and a large envelope. I took the first magazine from the pile which was slightly above my eye-level, and was amazed to see that it was a nudist magazine. I turned the pages one by one and studied the pictures. There were men, women and children out in the open, naked, enjoying the sun. I was envious, it looked wonderful. I didn't bother reading the articles, I was just interested in the pictures. My eyes were particularly drawn to the penises, both the mens and the boys, I seemed to have no interest in the female anatomy at all. I felt my own penis getting hard. I rubbed it a bit through my shorts, it felt good. Toward the end of the magazine there was a page with a corner turned over. On that was page was two pictures of a man, not dissimilar to my Dad and a boy about my age. I immediately took them to be father and son. The first one had them playing a ball game, and I studied both their penises closely. I realised that the man had no pubic hair at all and I liked the way it looked, I'd never considered that a man might shave down there as well as his face, but he clearly had and I thought it looked great, I wondered what it felt like. The next one picture the boy sitting on his Dad's lap and leaning back against his chest. The caption read "Father and Son, Special Time". I was moved by the picture, I so wanted it to be me and my Dad. The boy had his legs draped either side over his Dads, his testicles hung down a bit like mine in their smooth skin bag. His penis was sticking out, it wasn't fully hard but it was getting there. It looked about three inches long, rather like mine. Beneath was his father's penis, it was pressed up to the underside of his son's balls with his own two hefty balls hanging down behind. I looked back at the first picture and then returned to the second, the Dad's penis was definitely much bigger in the second picture. I studied it closely. I could see that at the end of his penis at the 'eye' was a teardrop of clear fluid. I wondered if it was wee and wished there was a third picture of him peeing. That's another thing, I really like watching men while they are peeing. Recently I have found myself trying to get a look at men's penises while they peed in the toilets at the pool or the toilets at the local shops. Everytime I go to the shops I go into the toilets and stand by the urinal trough and wait, my stiffie between my fingers, pretending I am going to pee. I came to the conclusion though that the father must have at least a partial stiffie. I just kept staring at this picture wistfully, studying the father and son enjoying close conact. My eyes kept going back to their penises though, obviously they were both aroused by their bodily contact. I wondered what the father's penis would look like fully hard. I've never seen a man's penis hard. I've seen a couple of teen ones at the pool though. I wondered why Dad had turned the corner of that page of the magazine. Maybe he also wanted to be the man in the picture. I picked up the second magazine and it was similar, portraying family nudism. There were a couple of photos which I really liked so I studied the penises in them carefully. I took the next magazine which was a different size. The text looked like it was German. The pictures in this one were much better quality with quite a few solo shots of men and boys and they got in much closer so I could study the penises better. I was a bit disappointed that there were no father and son shots. But I knew that my time was running out so I put the magazines back in the right order closed the box and went back into the house. The evening was a normal one but I couldn't help thinking about the magazines I'd seen and some of the pictures were burned into my mind. Having both bathed we were on the sofa, both in our underwear as usual and I climbed on my Dad's lap. He hugged me close and I put my head on his chest while we watched TV. I wished we could have been doing it naked. I said "Dad, why to we have to wear our undies when we're sitting here." He said, "I don't know really, I guess its just that we are all conditioned by our parents to cover up our privates." I replied, "But why Dad, we see each other naked at the pool so why can't we be naked sitting here." He said, "Do you enjoy being naked then?" I replied quickly, "Yes, I wish I never had to wear clothes." He was quiet for a while and said, "Some people live what is called a naturist lifestyle, where they try to be naked most of the time, there are clubs, holiday camps and beaches all dedicated to that way of life." I pondered for a moment and said "Have you ever been to one of those?". Clearly he was thinking about his words before he spoke, but he said "I've been to a nudist beach when I was younger and before I was married and I wanted to go again with your mother but she wouldn't, she thought public nudity was a rude thing." I asked "What was it like being on a nudist beach Dad, did it feel odd not wearing anything?". He said, "It felt the most natural thing in the world, I felt liberated by it, I loved it." I said "I wish we could go to one Dad but I'd be embarassed by my willy getting hard in public." He said "All boy's willies get hard occasionally and mostly they can do nothing about it, nobody on a nudist beach would be phased by that at all." I said "Do men's willies get hard on a nudist beach too?" He replied "Some do, but normally adult guys try to be discreet about it because nudism is supposed to be non-sexual and when a man has a hard-on it's possible that some people might think he's there for sexual reasons rather than naturism." I said "I bet it feels nice though." He laughed and said, "I suppose it does, some guys get turned on by being naked and showing off their bits, they are called exhibitionists, some people just get turned on by being naked." I said "Did your willy get hard on the beach?" He was very quiet for a bit then said "Well to be honest, yes it did, and I got embarassed and sat down to hide it, then, when it had calmed down I dashed into the water for a while and everything was quickly back to normal." After a short silence while I was thinking about what I wanted to say, I said "I'd like to be a naturist Dad, when you aren't around I run around the house naked, sometimes I go in the back garden in the nuddy too". He laughed and said "You are amazing and so much like me, when I'm here alone I go around naked and I also like to go out into the garden like that too when I can." I was about to continue when Dad told me it was getting late and it was time for bed. I was a bit frustrated. I think he used it as an excuse to get off the subject. The next evening before Dad got home from work, I explored the magazines again working my way systematically though the pile. I was anxious to keep them in the same order. Most were of the type I had already seen but one called "Totally Nude" had nothing but pictures of either adults who had shaved off their body hair or youngsters who hadn't started growing it yet, many pictures contained combinations of adults and youngsters. I was enthralled by this magazine, I just loved the smooth bodies. As I dug deeper I discovered another magazine called "Smoothies" and it had much the same sort of material in it, but toward the back there were several pages dedicated to shaving techniques. I skipped the pictures of women being shaved and studied the men. One man was being shaved by another man and the second man held the first man's penis while he did it, as the pictures progressed the man being shaved was getting harder and harder and his penis was leaking out some clear fluid from its slit. The final pictured showed the shaved man cleaned off and totally erect with the second man kneeling by him. His face was only inches away and it looked like he wanted to lick the big stiff penis in front of him. I thought that if it were me, I would lick it, but I didn't know why. But again, my time had run out and I went back into the house. We had our tea and bathed and I decided to be bold so I went back downstairs naked. After Dad had bathed he came down in his boxers, I was really disappointed. He looked at me and said "So you've decided that you are a naturist then." I replied, "Yes, I've made my mind up that I'm never going to wear clothes if I don't have to, but what about you Dad, I thought you were going to come down naked too. He said, "I don't know, I'm still not sure that you and I should be cuddling naked on the sofa." I said "But that's silly Dad, we cuddle nearly naked all the time, its not all that different." He said "But it is, at the moment there's a decency barrier to remind me of the boundaries, I'm not sure I'm ready to lose that." I continued badgering him but he wouldn't relent. We cuddled on the sofa like normal and I ended up on his lap. His arm was across my tummy and I could feel my stiffy prodding the underside of his arm, but he said nothing. Underneath me I could feel the bulge of his man bits against my bottom, they seemed fuller some how, more noticable than normal. All too soon it was time for bed, as I got up to leave I kissed him on the lips (I always do) and stepped away. I looked down at his shorts and the bulge was certainly much bigger than normal. In bed, I layed there for ages fiddling with my stiff willy, dreaming of my Dad and I naked on the Sofa all cuddled together. The next afternoon I returned to the workshop and studied more of the magazines, I found more with some page corners turned, on every one was a picture or pictures of a man and boy, in various situations, none though were as good as the first ones I'd found. I started looking at the small ads in the back of some of the magazines, just curious to see what people said, most were just trying to meet like-minded people or get information about beaches or resorts. Some intreagued me as they were 'looking for fun' and I wondered what they meant. As I went through the magazines I found one with an advert which had been circled, it read "Single father with young son seeks similar to explore naturism, body shaving, and naked friendship." I was puzzled, why did Dad circle this advert?, could it have been his advert? I wondered. My time was out and I went back into the house just in time for Dad's return. He suggested that we went on a bike ride and that excited me, it meant I would see my Dad in his lycra cycling shorts which left nothing to the imagination. I loved to cycle behind him and study his hard bum too. He went to his room to change and I went to my room and got naked. I walked in on him naked with his shorts in his hand, but before he put them on I went to him and put my arms around him and hugged him. I could feel his penis pressed against my tummy. I held him tight with my hands resting on his bottom. He returned the hug and said "Hey, what's this for." and I replied, "Its just because I love you Daddy and I wanted to feel my skin against yours." He kissed my head and said, "You are sweet, come on let's get going". As we parted I looked at his penis, it was bigger than usual, but not hard at all. He hurredly pulled on his lycra shorts and adjusted his penis so it laid to one side. It certainly looked bigger than normal. He said "Come on, don't dawdle you need to get your shorts on, you can't go biking like that." I looked down and my willy was totally stiff, I replied, "I wish I could." He laughed and said "Maybe one day". I ran to my room and pulled on my lycra shorts. My stiffie pointed upwards. I quickly slipped on my shoes and shirt and went back to meet Dad on the landing. His tee-shirt came down nearly to the level of his penis, but not quite, I could still see it lying horizontally, and I was convinced that it was even bigger still. I think he realised I was staring at it an he hurried me down the stairs and out to the garage where we collected our bikes. We had a great ride, really long and did some country tracks too. When we were out in the middle of nowhere Dad pulled off the road onto a bridle way and I followed. A couple of minutes along the track he stopped and dismounted. I copied. He rested his bike to one side and I did too. He climbed over a gate into a meadow and I followed. He sat on the grass and I sat beside him. He put his arm around me and hugged me to him and said "Isn't this wonderful." I agreed and was totally happy, but I thought I'd try something out. I said "I'm going to get naked and enjoy the nature". He didn't comment. so I got up and shucked my shirt and shorts. Dad only took off his shirt. I said, "Come on Dad you get naked too, let's take a walk around the meadow in the nuddy". He seemed hesitant but I pestered him. He slipped off his shorts. He held my hand and we walked, it was the best feeling I've ever had. I kept taking sideways glances at his penis and balls as we walked, I just loved the way they bounced around. I realised then that I wanted to touch them, very much. My willy got stiff. We stopped at the far side of the meadow to admire the view and I put my arm around his waist and said. "This feels so fantastic Dad." He replied, "Yes, its amazing isn't it, I'd forgotten how liberating being nude out in the open country could feel." I turned and wrapped myself around him in a hug. Nothing was said, we just hugged. I could feel his penis against my tummy and I held tight. He ruffled my hair and said "Does doing this make you happy?" I replied, "Daddy, I feel so happy I could cry" and then I did, I sobbed against him and he held me. After a few minutes, I had calmed down and looked up at him, his eyes were wet too. He said "I love you so very much Pauly." I squeezed him. We stayed hugging for quite a while and I was sure that I could feel that my Dad's penis had swollen. I released my hug and stepped back, his penis was indeed bigger and it seemed to be rising. He tried to turn away and I said "Don't Dad, please just let it happen, I feel brilliant standing here with a stiffie, you will too." He said "I'm sure I will Paul, but it isn't right that a father gets aroused in front of his son." I said "Thats silly Dad, you told me that stiffies were a natural thing." He was quiet and his penis was rising more, he said "Our secret?", I said "Sure Dad, let's just enjoy feeling so good." We started walking back hand in hand, my Dad's hard penis pointed forward and bounced as we walked I couldn't take my eyes off it, it seemed huge to me. The head looked like it was trying to push its way out of his foreskin. All too soon we were back to the gate and our disgarded clothes. His penis was less hard but still much bigger than normal. Before he could dress I wrapped myself around him again. His penis felt hot against me. I loved it. He ruffled my hair again and said "Doesn't seem like you can get enough of me today son." I said "I can't Dad, I want to be touching you all the time." He went quiet. I could feel his penis getting fully stiff against me. I looked up at him and he smiled, he said "Our Secret". I nodded and he lent down and kissed my lips softly. We dressed in silence, my eyes remained fixed on his manhood throughout. Our cycle home was enjoyable, going through some country lanes I'd never seen before. All the time I studied my Dad's hard buttocks, wrapped in skin-tight lycra. I was so in awe of him. We got home and stowed the bikes before heading for a shower. He said that I should go first, but I said "Hey Dad let's shower together, It'll be nice." He said "Maybe, but I need to start getting a meal ready or we'll be eating at midnight." I felt quite deflated but headed for the bathroom. As I showered I thought about what I had seen this evening, Dad naked and hard, it aroused me. I thought about our bodies pressed together with his partially stiff penis pressed against me. I soaped and rubbed my willy feeling great but disappointed that it was not my Dad's hand doing it. After I'd dried I went downstairs, naked. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my still stiff willy. After a few moments he seemed to suddenly break away from his thoughts and said that dinner was in the oven and he was going up for a shower. I said "Dad, please don't wear your boxers, let't be naturists tonight." He said "I'll think about it while I'm showering." A few minutes later I heard him moving around overhead and the floor creak in the bathroom. I don't know what possessed me but I wanted to watch him shower. Knowing that he rarely shut the bathroom door tightly, I knew that I stood a chance. After a few minutes deliberation, I went upstairs as quietly as I could and crept along to the bathroom door. It wasn't properly closed. I could hear the shower running. I peeked through the crack in the door and pushed it open a little bit more, I could see him quite clearly in the shower. He was soaped all over but was concentrating on his penis. It was stiff and he was sliding his hand up and down it vigourously. I could see his foreskin rolling on and off the head, it was magnificent. His rubbing seemed to be getting faster and although he was groaning I'm sure I heard him say "Oh Pauly" as spurts of white stuff shot out of the eye of his penis and all over the glass, it must have shot five or six times. I was amazed. I'd heard about semen from males impregnating females at school, but I never imagined it would be like that. All the time I was rubbing my stiffie and felt really tingly. Then he just stood under the shower letting the water run over him. Rivulets of water ran along his subsiding penis and off the end. It looked like he was peeing. But then he did start peeing, his pee was washing the semen from the glass, but then he did something that surprised me, he pushed away the shower head and point his penis up his stomach so that a fountain of pee was raining on his chest and stomach. He rubbed it into himself and then most amazingly licked his hand. I was stunned. He then turned to the nozzle back to himself and began to rinse off. I crept away. He came down naked and without a word attended to our meal. I set the table while he was serving up and nothing was said about our nudity, but I couldn't help stealing glances at his penis. After our meal we settled on the sofa, as usual, the TV was on and after all the newsy stuff which Dad liked to watch he suggested that we caught up with a movie that we had recorded. We soon got into it and I was by Dad's side on the sofa. I gradually snuggled into him and he put his arm around me. I kept looking down at his bits, studying them. I so much wanted to explore them with my hands. As the drama progressed it got quite tense and I climbed up onto Dad's lap. He wrapped his arms around me and it felt wonderful. I could feel his penis against my bum and it gave me a stiffie. It made me think of that picture of the father and son. Later in the movie there was a love scene and some partial nudity, I felt Dad's willy stiffen against my bottom. I turned my head up toward him and said "That feels nice". He smiled at me and kissed me softly on the forehead saying very quietly "Yes, it does." before directing my attention back toward the film. His penis stayed firm for quite a long time, eventually though it softened, much to my disappointment. Finally the film was over and it was past my bed-time. I lent back and kissed dad softly on the lips and his ran his hands down the length of my body as I stretched. I said "Being naked is the best Dad." to which he responded, "Yes it feels pretty good doesn't it, but that doesn't mean its not time for bed." I giggled and got off his lap. I looked at his penis one more time and the end was wet. I lent in to kiss him on the lips and held the kiss a bit longer than normal. He looked into my eyes and there was something there which was different, he broke away and said "off to bed you". The next day after school after I had gotten out of my uniform I went to the workshop and straight to the magazines. I turned through the pages of the remaining ones and was disappointed that I'd got to the bottom of the pile. Then I remembered the envelope and carefully lifted it out, it was quite light and at first I thought it empty. Inside there was a couple of smaller envelopes, which I took out. I lifted out the first one, which was addressed to Dad and clearly posted recently. Inside the envelope was a letter, inside which was a couple of photos. The photos were of a man and boy, both naked and posed. The man looked nice and probably in his early thirties, his pubic hair had been shaved. The boy looked a little bit older than me. I opened the letter, which was dated about a month ago and read it, it went..... Dear James, Thank you for replying to our advertisement and enclosing the picture of yourself. If you don't mind me saying, you're a handsome guy and if your son has inherited your good looks, he's a lucky boy indeed. We'd love to see a picture of you both - naked. I appreciate that this is all new for you and that you and your son don't yet enjoy naturism together, I expect though, from what you say, that it won't be too long before you do. Perhaps you'd like to hear about my son and I. I won't bore you now about how I ended up a single parent, that can all come later, if you decide that we could be friends. I'm 34 and my son, Jamie, is just turned 13, puberty hasn't kicked in yet, all that's still to come. Jamie doesn't want it to come ever because he hates body hair, that's why I got into body shaving really. I've been a secret nudist for ever and have bathed with my son ever since he was born, we both enjoy that a whole lot, always have. After his mother left the wannabe nudist in me was liberated (well, gradually, at least). As Jamie got older I introduced him to nudity around the house and he loved it, just like me. We now spend most of our time naked at home. We have a private garden so when the weather's good we sunbathe nude outside too and we've just installed a hot tub outside too which we really enjoy together or with friends (hint, hint). I've taken my son to a couple of nude beaches and he loves it, perhaps even more than I. We've made a few naturist acquaintances through a local nude swimming group, but to be honest, nice as they are, they aren't quite what we're looking for, we really need a father and son couple just like us with whom we'd have so much more in common. Its difficult to explain to others how our relationship feels, even to naturists. Ideally we want to find a father and son team like us and socialise naked together and go to nude beaches together, we'd also like to arrange a naturist holiday with such a couple to somewhere like Le Cap d'Agde. So, James, if you like the sound and look of us, please do respond. Yours hopefully, Michael I was excited and then anxious to find out what was in the next letter. The envelope was in the same handwriting so I knew it was from Michael. I opened it. A picture was enclosed of Michael and his son, they were naked and on a beach somewhere, lying cuddled together on a big beach blanket. Jamie had his head on his father's tummy and appeared to be looking at his Dad's penis, which was lying across his thigh. When I compared it to the first picture, it was certainly a lot bigger. Jamie's penis was pressed up to his father's thigh, although it couldn't be seen fully, it looked like it was stiff. The letter read.... Dear James, Thank you for your reply, which Jamie and I were really delighted to receive. Your idea is a good one, yes indeed we would be pleased to introduce you to the nude swimming group that would be a great way for us to get to know each other. Looking at your address, it would appear that we are equi-distant from the pool where the group meets, which is in Benton at the municipal pool. The swim meet is at 7pm on the first Wednesday of each month, so when you feel you are ready, just let me know and we can make proper plans. As you can see my phone number is at the top, so feel free to call if you want to chat or make some plans. I understand your concern anbout getting an erection in front of your son, but you should not worry, really. Enclosed is another picture of us which was taken last summer. You'll notice that Jamie seems to be focussed on my cock, it never seems to ceases amaze him how a man's cock can change in size so much! When he was younger he didn't seem to notice if I got a stiffie, even if he was sitting on my lap at the time which was fortunate because I used to be really worried about that and it seemed to happen a lot. Over the last couple of years though, such inhibitions have gone and me getting a stiffie in front of him is now just a matter of fascination for him. I guess its curiosity, but it might be more. It doesn't trouble me at all now. As I mentioned before, Jamie's dislike for body hair was an instigator in me taking up body shaving. I'd always kept everything trimmed short before, but when we met a guy at the swimming group who was totally shaved Jamie commented how much he liked the look, so I took it up properly. Over time and at his request, Jamie has learned to shave me. It was a bit awkward at first as I kept springing a stiffie (I do find it quite an erotic procedure), but we learned to accept that as all being a fun part of the deal. He now shaves me most of the time and is not at all shy about handling my hard cock in the process. We really do hope that you want us to meet and hopefully we'll hear from you before too long. With very best wishes Michael & Jamie p.s. If it would help, Jamie would be delighted to share his fellings about nudism with your son, either by letter or by phone. I was so excited to discover that Dad was contemplating joining a nude swimming group and even more so that Dad had found a guy to relate to, even to talk about stiffies like that was amazing. In my mind I knew I must encourage Dad toward joining the swimming group and meeting up with Michael & Jamie. I was already naked when Dad got home and when he walked in he chuckled and said "Wow, couldn't get those clothes off fast enough eh." I nodded and ran into his arms for a hug. He squeezed me tight and kissed my head, he ran his hands all down my back and squeezed my buttocks. He then said "Well nudie boy, how do you fancy nipping to the pool for a quick swim before dinner?" I was excited by the idea, as I always am, and said I'd go and put our swimming things together. He released my and I ran upstairs to get our swimming kit. When we got to the pool we changed quickly and entered the pool, it was quiet, which I liked. Dad and I quickly got into swimming lengths of the pool, timing ourselves. We love racing up and down like that. Dad's a much stronger swimmer than I and I just let him plough ahead. After about 15 minutes we stopped for a breather and I wrapped my arms around Dad's neck and hugged him. He held me tight. Calculatingly, I said to him, "I wish we could swim naked" he thought for a moment and said "it is possible, there are nude swimming groups, would you really like to try it." I kissed his mouth and said "Oh Dad I would just love it." He said "You don't think you'll get embarassed, there would be women and children there?" I shook my head and said "No I won't, I'd probably prefer it if it was just guys, but please let's try it Dad." He said "Ok then, I'll make some enquiries." He kissed my lips and said, "Just a few more lengths then and we'll be off, I'm getting hungry." I agreed and we recommenced our lengths. Ten minutes later we were in the changing room and rather than showering with my trunks on, which was the norm, I dropped them on the bench and went across the changing room naked toward the showers, I was pleased to see that Dad copied me. There was nobody else in the showers and as we soaped up I asked Dad to wash me. He did and I just loved the feeling of his hands sliding over my body. My willy was stiff immediately. As he washed my bottom I felt his fingers slide over my anus, it made me gasp with pleasure. He did it again, this time wiggling his fingers a bit. It felt awesome. He avoided touching my stiffie, so I washed it myself, I slid my foreskin right back and rubbed my soapy fingers over the head, I made a deliberate show of it. He stopped washing me and I looked down at his penis, it was half hard. I wanted to touch it and said "Do you want me to wash you too?" I was disappointed that he said "No its okay, I'm alright thanks, we ought to get moving". We walked over to the bench where our clothes were and began to dry. I couldn't help but keep looking at his penis, which had stayed in the same state. I wanted to touch it so much. A couple of nights later I was sitting with Dad on the sofa and he said "I've made contact with one of the members of a nude swimming group and if you still want to do it we can go next Wednesday evening and give it a try." I was so excited I couldn't hide it and my willy got stiff at the thought. Dad looked down at it and said "Well there's a good indication of your feelings" and chuckled. I climbed on his lap and kissed his lips. I manoevered myself so I was sitting astride him and my stiffie pressed into his stomach. I put my arms around his neck and hugged myself to him. His hands stroked my back and my buttocks. I was in heaven. I felt something warm and firm pushing up between my buttocks and realised that Dad had got a stiffie too. I murmered "Mmm Dad that feels so nice." He didn't say anything, just carried on stroking me. After a while I sat up and could feel the full length of his hot penis between my buttocks. I kissed his lips again and held the kiss a bit longer. He broke away and said "Slow down Pauly." I wasn't sure what he meant. I looked into his eyes and said "But I love you Dad and I feel so good." He smiled at me and said "And of course I love you too, more than you could know, but we still have to remember that we are father and son. If anyone even knew that we were sitting like this, with me in a state of arousal, I could go to prison." I replied "But nobody would ever know, I won't say anything." He said "I need to speak with the guy at the swimming group, he has a son too and it'll help me to know how he deals with stuff like this." I said "will his son be coming to the pool too?" Dad said "Yes he will. I think it'll also be good for you to have a friend with whom you can share your feelings about all this." We cuddled like that for ages until I started to drop off to sleep. Dad carried me up to bed and as I looked at him while he was tucking me in I saw that the end of his penis was all wet. I just knew that I wanted to lick it, I didn't know why. I said "Why is your willy all wet" He sat down and stroked my hair and said "When a man gets aroused his body secretes a clear fluid which is supposed to act as a lubricant in love making, women make similar secretions also." I accepted his explanation an must have drifted off to sleep. A second chapter will follow soon. *** Links to my other stories can be found in the Prolific Authors section, under 'DGG', thanks for reading and for your messages. David Please support Nifty, donations are needed to keep this service going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html