Date: Fri, 4 Dec 2020 03:26:56 +0000 (UTC) From: - - Subject: Growing Part 2 "Dad! DAD! My bathing suit doesn't fit anymore!" Dan and his dad were packing their bags to head up to the cabin, when Dan walked in and saw his father's bag already packed and sitting on his bed. Dan's cousin and uncle were already up there, his cousin's first year to get to go, and they turned two days into three, and then decided to take the whole week off. Dan had been too busy with other stuff to get up to the cabin the summer before, even though it was kind of a big tradition, and he wasn't really all that interested in going now all of a sudden, but when his uncle called and said, "Put Danny on the phone," he got talked into it, and they were gonna drop everything and drive up right away to join them. He didn't have anything else going on that week. "It doesn't fit?" his father asked. "You tried it on?" Dan answered, "No. It's too tight." He wasn't that interested in swimming. He played other sports, and his school didn't have a pool, and none of his friends had a pool. The last time he had gone swimming was at least a year before, and he'd done a lot of growing since then. "I guess I just won't go swimming?" His dad remembered being that age and how he would've just said "Fuck It" and bared all, and that's if they were even wearing swimsuits in the first place. His friends would just take a long bike ride, find some hidden pond or creek, strip off, and dive in. He wasn't from the generation that swam nude in school or at the YMCA, but he wasn't like his son's generation either. But he certainly didn't want Dan to miss out if everyone was swimming, and he really didn't want to add a clothes-shopping trip to the itinerary. He started opening drawers. "I think I have some old ones that you might fit into now, uh... maybe this one? What's your waist size now?" Dan shrugged and said, "I don't know?" and grabbed the plain red elastic-waist bathing suit and walked back to his bedroom with it. He shut the door, held the suit up to his waist, and set it down flat on his bed in front of him. He peeled off his shirt. It always felt weird to have nothing on but a shirt while changing into a bathing suit. He pulled his jeans and underwear down and stood naked, and he looked at the door that he forgot to lock. He quickly grabbed the bathing suit and turned around and slid it on, up his legs, and snapped it around his waist. When he walked into his dad's bedroom again, his dad said, "Wow, perfect fit. I can't believe it. I thought it was going to be too big on you." He looked at Dan and walked around him. The red swishy fabric was actually tight against Dan's butt. But it was loose and open around the leg holes. The legs were kind of short. He couldn't quite remember how it had fit him before he stuffed it in the back of the drawer. He couldn't tell if it was small or if his son was big. He asked if it felt okay to wear for now, and Dan said, "uh, I guess." That response either meant definitely yes, or definitely no, or I don't know and I'll change my mind later. "Let me just see what else you can fit into, just in case." Dan saw his dad pull out a blue pair that he remembered seeing his dad wear a couple years before. Actually, he was remembering seeing a photo from a trip to a water park, however long ago that was. He watched his dad hold it up against himself, sizing it up, and then holding it out. Dan said, "Okay, I'll be right back." "Just try it on here," his father said, before turning back to the back of his closet, where old clothes go to rest. Dan felt a little awkward changing in front of his father. They just never did that, and he was at a self-conscious age. He turned around and slid the red suit down, stepped out of it, and flung it onto his father's bed. He felt self-conscious about his naked butt being out but he was used to pointing his naked butt at guys when he turned away to change in locker rooms. A lot of guys, especially his age, wrap a towel around themselves and change under it, but he heard some older guys making jokes about that. Plus, it was kind of difficult anyway. So he pulled the blue trunks up quickly and felt them fit a little better. He turned around and saw his dad's ass, pale and hairy but pretty muscular. He was trying on the old red bathing suit. He turned around and looked shocked that his son was fitting into the same clothes as him. "Wow, those fit you great. I can't believe it. These red ones I could see being small enough. They're a little snug on me. Are the blue ones too loose in the back?" Dan turned around halfway, and his father expected to see them sagging down, droopy, showing crack, but they were tight. He hadn't noticed how much Dan had been developing, up in his room working out or out jogging around the neighborhood. "You're really, uh, filled out now, aren't you?" Absent-mindedly, his hand reached out and felt the fabric against his son's body, slid along the skin of the waist now getting those little ridged indents from the crinkled elastic. It was something he just hadn't done in years. The physical nature of their relationship wasn't there like it was when Dan was younger. But it was suddenly back and suddenly different. It was almost a real pat on the back, but just became a hand resting on Dan's shoulder, and then noticing the firmness of the muscle. But Dan was focused on the red trunks. They were definitely snug, and they showed a lot of thigh, and they lifted up what was between the things. They had felt tight on Dan, and now he was staring at how they looked tight in his dad. The same fabric was tight against his dad now, and had just been tight on Dan's dick and balls. And now his dad was pulling on them, adjusting himself. Dan watched his dad reach into the waist and rearrange his crotch. "Little tight, I guess I'm up a size now. What size are those ones?" Dan twisted and reached behind himself to get to the tag, but his father stopped him and reached down to pull the waistband out and look inside and see his son's ass, uncovered, firm, private. Dan just let him, waiting. "Huh. I guess we're both up a size now. Pretty soon you'll be taller than me." "uh... Dad, I think I'm already taller." His dad disagreed, maybe just about as tall, maybe. "Okay, back to back." They faced away from each other again, only now they pressed themselves against each other, first one heel each, twisting around. Then their backs knocked into each other, and then they gently pressed the backs of their heads together, just barely, and started to straighten up their posture. More back pressing, and then they each felt the other's butt push against his and not stop or pull back, frozen but locked backwards and firm, both only covered in thin, swishy, light material. They each took note of the feeling, while outwardly focusing on the measuring. They both looked sideways at themselves in the big mirror over the big dresser, and Dan reached up and back to put his hand on both their heads. His father noticed the bulge in his son's bicep and the hair in his armpit. His son was becoming a young man, and maybe even a quarter of an inch taller than his old man. "Okay then, alright. Getting pretty big. Had to happen eventually. Maybe I have some other stuff that you'd want." Dan wasn't big on clothes shopping. If he saw something that looked good, he'd get it and get out. He was easy-going. He was remembering one time when he wore one of his dad's ties, years before, and his dad tying it and retying it twice before having to stand behind Dan and reach around his shoulders. His dad said, "oh, that jacket; that never fit me right." Dan pulled on a gray tweed blazer, not something he'd wear every day, and not something he'd pair with a bathing suit and no shirt underneath, but it fit fine. They decided it would be his. It went back on its hanger, but onto the doorknob. "Try these on." A pair of jeans too comfortable to get rid of but a little tight to button. Dan stepped into one leg and then the other and pulled them up, bunching the legs of the bathing suit but reaching in to smoothe them down and closing the button. A drawstring hung out of the open zipper. Dan turned around for his dad, who clawed the back center belt loop and patted the back right pocket. "Alright, take 'em, still in good shape... just not my shape." Dan left them on, tucked in the drawstring, and zipped up, holding the crotch in place with his other hand. He thought about the ride up to the cabin, and whether it would be dark by the time they got there. He looked at the alarm clock next to his dad's big bed. But his dad was just looking at him, maybe with new eyes. Dan looked over at how his dad was looking at him, dressed up like him, him-sized. And then he went back to his clothes, what else he could pass along to his son. He remembered something. "I, uh... I bought these by mistake. Wrong size." He pulled out a package of white briefs, ripped open but never taken out of the package. They had just been left in the back of the underwear drawer for a long time. He set them down on the dresser. Dan used to wear that kind when he was younger, but not for years. He stopped himself from just saying no right away. Instead he reached out and held it, turned it over to read the table of size ranges on the back. Without saying anything, he stood at the dresser, facing the mirror, his father behind him, and slowly pulled the plastic open more to pull out one pair of white briefs. They looked kind of big and still felt crisp and new. They always look bigger held up than when you have them on. He looked in the mirror at himself and his dad behind him. "Should I... try them on?" "Yeah, I guess, if you want to." "Uh... well, yeah. I'll try these on." His dad stared. The red bathing suit felt tight. Dan opened the jeans and slid them off and folded them and set them on the dresser. Then he held the waist of his new bathing suit, paused, and slid them down, bending over to step out and then standing up with them held in front of his waist, shielding. His dad watched Dan's butt come out, and the mirror stopped just above Dan's pubic hair. His dad knew it must've been there, but they never had any kind of conversation about it. Dan found out on his own that he'd start growing it and what it meant, and then one day, and from then on, it was just there and normal, impossible to remember what it was like before. He held the bathing suit like a life preserver, scarily empty and open if he were without it, bare behind himself. Then he lifted it up and folded it and set it down, suddenly totally naked. He could see himself in the mirror, but he couldn't tell if his dad could see it. They looked at each other. Then Dan grabbed the underwear and turned around, facing his dad. They looked at each other. Dan watched his father's eyes disconnect and float down. Dan let them and then looked down too. Then he held the waistband up to look inside, carelessly hanging out. "You, uh... um... go ahead and try 'em on," his father said, not sure what to say or not say. Dan stepped into them and slid them up and on, pressing himself down into the cupping fabric. They fit close and snug and tailored to his body, holding him, showing a clear bulge with an outline of his shape. He stood there in them. They felt close and familiar but new and different. His father took a step closer and asked how they fit. Dan said they're tight but not too tight. Another step closer. A hand reaching out and turning him around and a finger into the ridged elastic in the back again and slipped sideways. Then a flat palm on Dan's butt. It felt like when their butts were touching. "Not too tight? Are they tight here?" And a finger and thumb found their way to where the thigh meets fabric and cradles underneath. The fabric pulled against Dan's balls and dick, but his father wasn't touching him directly. A bit of hair peeked out from the white waistband, pointing up to a firm stomach. "Snug, but it feels okay," Dan said, lifting up his arm and holding his package in his hand, almost grinning, an uncommon expression. "You'll stretch them out, looks like. Before long. Mine always start off tight, at first." "You're sure these won't still fit you?" Dan said, and just kind of stared. His dad thought for a few seconds. "Do you... you want to try on a pair too, to see?" "Yeah. I'm gonna try these on." He stepped back a step and held onto his red trunks for a second or two before sliding them off and then standing up, tossing them onto the bed, and seeing his son stare. Instinctively, they both did a bit of adjustment, nonchalantly looking around the room. Dan might have seen his father naked at some point, maybe even seen him with hand on dick, but it was a gone memory, and they were new people now, two men. The briefs came on quick and were definitely not the right size but easily stretched. The stitching popped audibly, and they barely contained him. They were both laughing, looking in the mirror, touching and tugging on the fabric. When they came up his thighs, they made his dick flip up and to the side, which is how he wore them sometimes, but the tip was out of the waistband. Dan laughed and turned his dad around, pointing at the crack in the back. "Don't rip 'em or that's one less!" His dad pulled them back down, now pretty stretched out, and set the carcass on the dresser. He was a little stiff now and casually held and tugged his member, half covering himself but half feeling how it was growing thicker and longer and firmer. Dan had seen that in the locker rooms too, hand shield turning into grip. But then they both looked down together and at each other, and then it was just out in the open, standing out and uncovered, unhidden. With hands on hips, his father walked back to the bed and picked up the red trunks casually,but didn't put them back on and instead folded them neatly. "You gonna wear those up there?" "I have a new pair but I'll bring these too. You gonna pack those blue ones?" Dan said, "Yeah. I, uh... maybe I'll wear these up there today." "Well, they're yours. Go ahead... uh, so... Should I put something on?" "No, that's fine. It's no big deal," Dan said, but they were both thinking that it is a big deal, some new change between them, growing to be more on the same level and on the same wavelength. "We both... get that." "Sure. You're fine with all that stuff? No questions you want to talk about?" He was pointing at him. "Nah, no questions. I'm good. I uh... guess I should, take these off and, uh... put them away, put all this stuff away and go pack for the cabin, right?" His dad just nodded and hung there weightless. Dan looked down at his wrapped mound. He slowly slipped the briefs down, bowing to step his feet out, and then stood up, still staring down. Without the restraint, he sprang up and out and long and large. His dad was even more shocked now. Just look at him. He's a man. What a man. They looked at each other from across the open empty bedroom, clothes strewn around them like wrapping paper, opened locks. They just stood on display. They checked each other out. His dad set the red bathing suit on his bag on the bed, all neatly made, and stepped over closer. When he got close, he looked in the mirror, angling himself. Dan looked at how his dad was looking at himself. They were about a foot away from each other, both boned. "We don't look half bad, don't we son?" They both looked in the mirror, showing off, flexing their arms and flexing their dicks. They looked hot and firm, and off and on each started holding his dick. Dan was feeling good that he looked like his dad and that his dad was feeling like they were two good-looking guys. "I guess I grew a lot lately." "Looks like you grew a few inches since you walked in here, that's for sure. I guess you're jerkin' off all the time now?" "Yeah, sometimes. You did when you were my age?" "All the time. Not so much anymore, but... sometimes you gotta take care of a situation like this." He was restraining himself from just starting, but Dan went ahead and started pulling slowly, once, twice, then touching himself, breathing and grinning. He couldn't believe it was happening, one surprise after another today. This was crazy... but he was into it. They were both really into it. Dan watched his dad whack off, touching the plump head and the stretched skin under the wet tip, the veins like a bodybuilder's arm. His dad watched Dan's thin waist flex and push, his soft skin, how he held his breath and let out a slow groan. They watched themselves together in the mirror, like a show they were doing and enjoying, inches only of empty space between them. Years had gone by since Dan's father had a buddy like this, close enough to share this, and now suddenly his son was with him and sharing. They were both stuck in this instant, holding and building, but also half thinking about the future and if they'd do this again and what else. It went on, starting out just casual stroking but turning into pounding, really jackhammering. And longer than each normally held it, getting to the edge and pushing, holding back and lasting longer. Dan had a stray thought that some people would pay a lot to watch a real dad and son porn like this that he was enjoying, that he was enjoying doing. "I'm pretty close... mmmhhh." "Oh yeah me too, go for it whenever. I'm gonna go too. Mmmhhh.... yeah." And a hand slid the stretched-out briefs across the dresser, and they both shot, aiming at the briefs and loading them up with hot jizz, jets and drops, thick from being teased up in their balls and waiting to spring out. It was so unreal and like a vivid dream, suddenly new and unraveling in your hands, just happening around you as you let it. With sweaty faces, they grinned and laughed. They confirmed repeatedly that they were okay and that it was okay, and they let it be new and different and weird. And they drove up to the cabin.