Date: Mon, 29 Mar 2021 16:48:45 +0000 (UTC) From: - - Subject: Dad Shares His Toy "Hey! Can you grab me a new bar of soap?!" he yelled at me. I was brushing my teeth while he showered. I didn't know where he kept it. My bathroom was out of commission. I never used his, which was off of his bedroom. This was an early Saturday. I opened the drawers and the closet and looked all through his stuff until he finally yelled "Bottom drawer!" I opened a box and reached in to hand him the soap, and his wet hand felt weird touching mine, behind the curtain. I finished brushing my teeth and then went to close the closet, and I noticed something weird in the back in a shelf. I pulled it out and held it. Without thinking, I said, "What is this?" Dad had stopped the shower and stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. He looked over at me and froze. "Oh... " In my hands was a body, a fake body, part of a fake body, no legs or arms or head and just basically mid-chest and belly down to thighs, a little smaller than life-size. It didn't weigh much but it had weight to it and flopped in my hands like rubber or silicone, bendy. It had a bellybutton. The hips curved out. I turned it over and it had a butt. It looked like a mannequin from a department store, but just a little jiggly. It was like a big Barbie doll torso made of Jello. It was a little creepy and a little weird and really weird that my Dad had it. He's pretty manly and normal. He was always pretty relaxed about nudity and sex, but not weird. I had friends whose dads would make gross jokes or get too casual about what they'd discuss with me there, but my Dad is definitely the most boring and normal. At least, that's what I always thought. "Do you want to just put that away and not talk about it?" he asked. I just stared at it and him. Nobody said anything. "Okay... so, it's a sex toy." Hearing him say those words together kind of blew my mind. I just held the thing and looked at it and didn't say anything. "Now... okay, we've talked about sex and, uh, masturbation. And you know that it's a, well, that it's a normal thing. And I guess maybe you've heard of a vibrator or a uh, a dildo that a woman might use to masturbate. Right? Okay, well, now this is like that but it's for a man to masturbate with." "You fuck it?" He was still in a towel and with a little water on his shoulders, his chest hair slicked down. I was in just some cut off sweatpants and a white T-shirt, like an undershirt. I squeezed it between my fingers. It kind of felt like skin and flesh but also kind of like a water balloon. "Yeah. Yes, I fuck it. It was pretty weird at first, and uh, I don't go around announcing it, but yeah. It feels really good, and I don't think stuff like this should be something that anyone should be ashamed of trying it out, so uh. Yeah." He didn't grab it at from me or stuff it back in the closet or yell at me. He just stood there with his arms folded over his chest while I held it. "How?" I surprised myself with my question, with even still discussing it. I was, needless to say, overall very surprised in general. He said, "Are you sure? Okay, uh well it's got a pussy here. See? It's just a hole but see it's stretchy and tight. And look inside here it's got these ridges you can feel. And it has another hole back here, just, uh, well just like the real deal." I looked inside when he held it and stretched it open, in to where he shoved his dick I guess and I guess shot his load. I was thinking about it. I couldn't really imagine it. At that point, I didn't really watch a lot of porn, and what I did watch was more like posing naked not real fucking. And I was a total virgin. I held out a finger and touched the molded silicone crotch, right at the hole that he had just been stretching out to demonstrate. It almost looked real. It had a flesh color and shape. It was smooth but not the way skin is smooth, not exactly. As I pressed in, it almost looked flat like a statute; not that I go around trying to finger statues at a museum. But then my finger went in, almost like it got sucked in. It went deeper and the friction kind of pushed back against me and squeezed around, squishy but firm. I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror and looked over at our reflection. It looked weird, like a weird porn that you stumble onto but go ahead with. I got a little freaked out and pulled my finger out but it resisted, and I backed into the door, and we stepped out of the cramped bathroom, and the sun was shining in onto Dad's bed, and I sat on it. He stood next to me and said, "Okay, it's a little weird. It's totally normal for you to be weirded out by this." "No, I'm sorry. It's none of my business." He had set it down on the bed, ass up, and it looked like a hot ass. I reached out and touched the ass. I said, "It's more like I'm like... curious." He said, "Well that's okay. If you're curious, you can... you can check it out. I'd let you, I guess, borrow it?" "That's not like making a weird thing even weirder?" He said, "Look, it's just like I told you when we did that big awkward birds and bees talk. It's weird and different and new and maybe embarrassing but that's okay, and that's what it's like for everyone. Probably not this exact situation, that's for sure." By then my hand was feeling it like it was somebody but not, just like practicing, like looking at a photo or a video that's not really a person you're fucking. And my hand was back in the middle, my finger poking into the holes and feeling what it feels like. When I pulled my finger out, it kind of got stuck. It felt kind of dry and rubbery. I wondered if that's what the real thing feels like and if it hurts to fuck. I always wondered how tight it is compared to your hand and if it hurts or I guess it feels good, or maybe it feels good how it hurts. "You need this. I use this," Dad said, opening a drawer in his nightstand and pulling out a little black bottle. I took it and held it and looked at it as quizzically as the fake butt. He told me it's lube. He said it's good for regular jerking off, too. He said he'd get me lube or condoms or whatever I was curious about, or that he'd just give me the money for it if I didn't want to talk about it. I thought "the talk" was awkward, but Dad offering to buy me some lube... Anyway, I was still curious as Hell. And Dad is just really good at making me more comfortable with weird new stuff. It was the same with learning how to drive, just weird and new and different but he can help me. So he takes the lube out of my hand and opens it and puts some on his finger and kneels down in front of it next to me and wipes it on there and pokes in and smears around. I had seen that kind of thing maybe once in a video but it was like watching it really happen, almost. He said, "You know, uh, doing this, it kind of gets my imagination going. It kind of makes me horny. What about you?" I saw his eyes look down, and I saw my shorts tented out. I got embarrassed. He said it was okay. He said it was the same for him. I couldn't see because of how the towel was. "I could show you how it works? I'm not embarrassed really," he said. "If you're curious... and you want to borrow it some time." I said, "You'll really do it and I can watch?" He nodded. I thought about it. I nodded. I don't know what he was thinking. He undid his towel and set it aside, and I saw his hard dick. It didn't look like in porn. It looked more like mine, and that kind of made me relaxed in a weird way. I hadn't seen many dicks to compare mine to but they all sure seemed bigger than mine, but I knew that a regular guy like me or my Dad would just have a regular dick, and it just felt more okay. I had seen him naked before, like changing, but not really looking at it and not hard, so it wasn't that weird just to see it at all. And I'm there with this big bone standing up in my lap between us too. So he puts some lube on his dick too and wipes it on like almost stroking it, and then he lines up with it to push in, and he's holding onto the waist and grabbing the ass, and he slides in. And the other hole, the butt hole is kind of stretching out while he pushes in, and the lube is slicking it all up so now he's sliding in and out a few times real easy, and his balls are swinging forward and back each time and tensing up like mine do when I jack off with my hand. I'm looking down at the action and realize that he's looking at me. I look at him. "Is it weird to have me watch?" "No. It's uh, not too weird. I kind of like it. I feel like a real porn star like this, showing off." He flips it over from doggie style and moves it back and flat on the bed. "You can do it like this," he says. He shows how you can lie flat or with one knee bent or both like a frog, and he's really popping. His body is decent, and his butt is like flexing as he's going to town. Obviously really surprising to see. Then he gets on his back, flat, and starts bouncing it on his dick, like it's sitting on him. I don't know all the names for all the different positions, but that's a position. You're on your back and dick up and on the bottom. Each time it comes up, I can see the shaft appear and disappear. I realize that I'm holding my hard dick through the soft fabric of my shorts, a wet dot at the tip. Then he pulls it off all the way and gets up on his knees and sets it down between us. "You want to try it now or just borrow it some time?" "Uh, you mean... with you here too?" "Whatever you want to do. I know you jack off too. I walked in on you that one time, so it's nothing I haven't already seen, and it's, you know, same as me." I never knew if he actually saw anything that time or just turned around when I yelled, but I don't know, I kind of didn't care if he saw and kind of wanted him to see and kind of wanted him to tell me if I was doing it wrong so I didn't do it wrong for real. It was all just really weird but I was just going with it already. "Yeah okay." I stand up. I push my shorts off my waist, and hardon, and let them slide down to my ankles. And then I felt weird having a shirt on but nothing else so I pulled that off. And then I'm up on my knees on the bed. And Dad squeezes out some lube onto my finger. I paint my dick with it and then put my finger up against the silicone pussy that my Dad was just plowing. It feels warm and wet and tight as I slide my finger in and pull it out and, just before it's out again, push back in deep. Dad says, "Yeah, just like that. Feel how tight it is? You're gonna do that same thing, but uh... but with your... cock." It was weird to hear him talk dirty like that, but it also felt like we were sharing something more adult and private. I said okay and slipped my finger out with a pop and slathered my whole dick with my greasy hand, smearing the lube all along it. Then I leaned over the thing so my dick was aimed right on target, the tip kind of kissing into it and mushing. It slid in slow and slick. It felt tight, tighter than I ever grip, tight all over, and my balls tapped it when I got all the way deep. My face went weird from the feeling, and Dad grinned and said, "It's good, right?" I just felt it like that, just sunk deep in. I asked him if that's what it feels like for real. He said almost. I pulled back and felt myself slide out, felt this ridges like rumble strips on the underside of my tip as I slid back, and then I started to rock forward and back, trying to hold it in place with my hands so it didn't come back with me. It didn't do anything but sit there. It was just a lump. It didn't say anything or feel anything or even have much to it. But it felt really different from just tugging in myself. My whole body was involved, not just wrist down. It kind of felt amazing, and I really couldn't blame Dad at all after I felt it. "Do you only do this, or do you still just jack off too?" "Sometimes I just pull one out in the shower but if I have any time, it's like this," he answered. I couldn't really believe we were talking like that, let alone both naked and hard and taking turns fucking this thing. Then he reached out and put his hand on my back, low on my back. That made me sort of squat, bend my knees and flex my ass and push in from my thighs instead of doing push-ups over it. He said, "Yeah like that, fuck it. Pump into it, like this," and he held his hand in a circle in front of his hard dick and started grinding into his hand, not jerking or pulling. His hand stayed in one spot and he fucked it. We're side by side now, and both flexing our asses to push our dicks in and let them slide out, and we're matching our motions. I'm getting sweaty. It's harder than just yanking. It's like a workout. I pop out, and my dick feels sore and squeezed and red and hard and greased up wet but rubbed dry. I hold it in my hand. Dad lets go of his dick and moves around. He gets in position to take a turn but at the other hole and looks at me with a smirk. "This way's even tighter." He's pushing in slow, stretching open the hole to make way. The fake ass is really turning me on. It's crazy. And seeing some fucking like this, up close like inches in front of me, is really turning me on, even with it being this weird situation. I start touching and stroking the thing while he fucks it, kind of imagining that it's real. He holds it up between us, bouncing it on his dick. The other side is facing me. I'm holding it too and it feels real and looks real, and I touch the pussy lips while he works on the other side. I slide my fingers in as it is going up and down, and I'm not sure but I think I can feel Dad's dick poking through it. I pull my fingers out. Then he kind of passes it off from him to me, kind of guiding it onto me, and it feels great this way too, riding me. He pats my knee. That feels kind of weird, somehow the weirdest thing yet, but also like he's proud of me. "Oh, it feels so good, Dad. I can't believe it. Mmm yeah." "You can come in it. Whenever you're ready to. You can just let it go. It feels great." But I tell him I want to keep fucking it. He asks if I want some time alone. I tell him no. I tell him it's his turn. He sets it up and pumps really fast into it for a while. We're both getting pretty sweaty, and it's all wet with sweat and lube. I copy him. I stop, and he pokes a finger in from the other side, and I can feel him thorough the inside on my hard dick. I say, "Let's both do it together." He nods and laughs and leans back and sits it on his hard dick and slides it up and down, waiting for me to get into it from the other side. I slide in, and our dicks are both fucking it together and sword-fighting through it. He says, "I can feel your cock." I tell him I can feel his too. It's kind of fucking mine too, grinding against it, tight and hard. We're bucking into each other through it, holding it between us and parts of us are touching too. I feel his fingers grip under my butt like the strap on a jock. I notice that our balls are grazing each other, and I can feel the hair on his. I hold his sweaty back. It's muscular and strong and tense. "Dad... I" "Go ahead." I start shaking and moaning, and his face changes to a pained look but with a huge smile. We're both stifling screams as we cum. It was crazy but it was amazing. It was just for us. Tell me what you think and when your last donation to Nifty was.