Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2016 15:11:02 +0000 (UTC) From: - - Subject: Back with Dad Part 3 I told you how my son is back living with me again and working with me too. It's been great having him around again. And then he threw his back out on the job, nothing too bad, but we've gone to see that buddy of mine who's a doctor, and he's got us doing these back exercises. Right off the bat, he's got us half-naked in his office and giving us this crash course on muscles and massages, so that's been taking it to a whole other level. He's very blunt about sexual stuff, so there's no secrets during this. Still, it's not exactly all out in the open. We've never been that open about any of that, so it's actually been pretty good to have him break the ice. I wouldn't have said anything, and my son's maybe even a little less open about that stuff, at least to me. Well, twice we've had something happen in the doctor's office, and again this guy's very straightforward if anything like that comes up. And it's one thing in that setting, but then afterwards we had this happen at home. We're having dinner, and I'm kind of trying to talk more. I tell him how it's been great to have him back with me and spending so much time together. It felt like we had really connected from it all. I ask, "should we go do that therapy now?" and we're kind of joking about clearing the dinner table and laying him out on it. The doctor had made a joke about that, and you know how the table is right by the big window, so we joked that the neighbors could watch and make sure we were doing it right. But so we go to my bed, because it's bigger, and I strip it off to the sheets. The doctor gave us this gel and made kind of a big deal about not getting it on clothes, like I guess it might stain or something. I wasn't too worried about the sheet I had on there, no big deal, but I say that maybe he should take his sweatpants all the way off. I guess I had caught a little of that bluntness at the doctor's office. Anyway, so he agrees but is a little shy still. I figure it's because he's not wearing anything under the sweatpants, but it's pretty obvious that he isn't. I keep seeing him and guys around his age that are just wearing sweats or shorts or a bathing suit, and you can tell pretty obviously that there's nothing else underneath. Hell, you could probably pick out their dick from a line-up, not that I'm staring all the time, but you can see everything on full display. Anyway, so he turns around and drops his pants, and lies down on the bed. So I had basically seen his butt at the doctor's, but this was a little different with him fully nude there. His little butt kind of flexed, and he has these dimples on each side. He's lying there, and I open up the jar to get started rubbing it on him, and he looks back at me and says, "What about your clothes? You don't want to get any of this on them, right?" He's a little sheepish, but also trying to be blunt. I just went along. I said he was right and I took off my shirt, and that wasn't any big deal. I undid my khakis, and he was watching, and I just let him. I kind of watched him watching me. Standing there in just a pair of white briefs made me feel a little exposed but also close to him, like we were sharing ourselves. I thought about keeping them on, saying that I wouldn't mind if they got stained from that gel, maybe keeping a little wall between us. But I wanted to just remove that barrier and put us on the same level, now both men. It shouldn't have been any big problem, but we had never had any shared nudity before. And I kind of felt him waiting for me. Anyway, whatever the psychology behind it we were in this situation with the question there, and I answered it. I slid my underwear down and set it with my clothes and stood there. I let him see me. I'm hairy. I have a little belly. My arms are pretty muscular. And from being out in the sun all day, my face and arms are dark, and my skin fades to very light around my center, but then my dick and balls are darker, just naturally. I found myself wondering how I stacked up against him, like I was back in high school or something, even with him being my son. I wonder if that's something other fathers wonder and if other sons wonder how they stack up against their dads. We didn't say anything. We just sort of let this new thing happen. We had let it become kind of a big deal, so we just let it be what it was. I reached out for his arms, and he lifted his hands up. I held them, standing in front of him, and stretched his arms out. At first, he stared at me and my body during it, but then he looked down and let his shoulders relax and his upper body pull apart from the rest of him. He slid forward a little on my bed, like I was dragging him around. Then I moved his arms down to his sides and started rubbing his shoulders. This was how the doctor had shown us to treat his back. I rolled my thumbs around and felt the muscles under his skin, and as I moved around his back I stepped in closer to the side of the bed, so I was also stepping closer to his arm. I noticed the wispy hairs on my thigh brush against the smooth skin on his tricep. I grabbed some of warming gel from the jar and rolled it around my fingers. It wasn't sticky. It was smooth, and I could feel it start to warm my fingertips. I massaged it into my son's upper back, and he moaned a little. I asked him if it felt alright, and he said it felt really good. I watched the dimples in his butt appear again as he seemed to flex into the bed. As I worked my way down his back, occasionally applying more gel, more of my legs touched more of his arm. Then the tip of my dick tapped his forearm. I stopped. He looked back at me because I stopped. A second or two or three went by, and then I just continued. If it happened again, I just let it happen. At a certain point, I noticed that he had moved his head to the side facing me and was just watching me. I smiled down at him, and he smiled back up at me. Then I noticed that a tiny thread of precum was connecting my dick, kind of plumped, and his hairy forearm. I couldn't tell if he could notice or feel it or see it, but I found myself deciding that we had already kind of gone there before and that whatever happens happens. I slathered more of the gel on his lower back and around his muscular butt cheeks. Then I remembered a step of the instructions. "Son... uh," I stammered, "if you have an erection, you can go ahead and adjust that to, uh, get comfortable." I stepped back and watched him push his ass up in the air and reach under himself and obviously move his dick up and a little to the side by me. I found myself saying, "that's okay, son, that's perfectly normal. It happens." I was just kind of parroting how the doctor had handled it. Then I remembered the next step, walked into the bathroom that was next to my bed, and grabbed a hand towel. As I walked back, I realized that I was also pointing up and waving side to side like a metronome with each step back. He was still watching me. I stood alongside him and folded the towel over, rehearsing in my mind what to say. The he rolled over, knowing I was going to prop the towel under him. He was showing me his hard cock. I looked at it and looked at him and smiled a little and reached down to put the towel next to it, and I wrapped the wet head with the towel and held it against his stiffness. I rolled him over again, now kind of propped up on top of his boner, and I went back to rubbing his back. I rolled my thumbs around hips, along his sides, down the center of his spine. I felt the soft hairs on his lower back, a sure sign that he was now a man like me, as if the hardon wasn't. I found myself feeling like I was welcoming him into my life in a new way, as an equal. It felt like I had been out of his life during that time while he was becoming a man, and now he was here with me, both as men. As I palmed his back and ass, rubbing and pushing, he cleared his throat and said, "uh, a little harder?" I leaned my body over his and pushed down, feeling his spine stretch under my weight and noticing my balls on his wrist. I stepped a little lower and then put a knee up on the bed. Then I got up on the bed, one leg on either side of him. I pushed down with both hands, letting my weight rest down. "Is this okay?" I asked. He said it was okay and that it felt good. Without thinking, I sat down, letting my ass touch the back of his upper legs. "Sorry!" I said, kneeling again. He said it was okay. I slowly rested down again, letting my bare ass feel his bare legs. I glided my palms up and down the length of his body, reached for more gel and rubbed it into his skin. "Dad, I'm... uh... " he said, trying to find the words to explain. I knew what was happening. I told him it was okay and just let him relax and shoot. As his body tensed and quivered below me, a big drop of precum oozed off the tip. When he was done, I stood beside the bed, took the towel from underneath him, wiped up and then wiped the gel off his back. Still hard, I told him I was going to get in the shower. I jerked off and shot pretty much right away. When I came out, he was downstairs watching TV. For a week, we did basically that same thing every night only right before bed. Then we had an appointment to do some work at the doctor's house. Always love hearing from readers, and check me out under Prolific Authors: mike.99999 And donate!