Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2019 00:43:48 -0400
From: BAALEX LAYMAN <videodromatic@gmail.com>
Subject: In the Shower with Dad and Brother

"In the Shower with Dad and Brother" (gay, incest)

by Alex Black (videodromatic@gmail.com)

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Some other nifty stories I have written under various names:

/nifty/gay/urination/the-math-teacher

/nifty/gay/urination/brians-adventures

/nifty/bisexual/incest/incestuous-life

/nifty/bisexual/incest/gay-kids-story

/nifty/lesbian/incest/nina-and-gwen

/nifty/bisexual/young-friends/erin-and-i

/nifty/bisexual/young-friends/travis-story

/nifty/bisexual/young-friends/sexlib

/nifty/lesbian/young-friends/one-time-transgression

/nifty/bisexual/incest/pauls-adventures

/nifty/lesbian/incest/taxi-ride

/nifty/gay/urination/ian-and-his-father

/nifty/bisexual/camping/the-other-camp

/nifty/bisexual/encounters/gina-at-the-gloryhole

/nifty/gay/encounters/gloryhole-first-time

/nifty/gay/incest/manipulating-dad

/nifty/gay/young-friends/moving-in-with-dad

/nifty/gay/military/story-of-glory

/nifty/gay/encounters/sex-with-daddy

/nifty/gay/incest/legacy-seduction

/nifty/gay/incest/frank-and-will

/nifty/gay/incest/clay-and-garrett

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I'm going to write a story based upon what I believe to be is an actual
memory from my childhood.

I remember taking a shower with my father and brother, all at the same
time, in the small shower stall at our house. At the time, Dad was in his
early 30s, still athletically slender with dark hair all over. I think I
was about nine and my brother was about seven. In my memory, all three of
us are rock hard, dicks standing straight up, and somewhat sudsy.

I think I remember giggling, and Dad making a joke of some kind.

But that's it. That's all I remember.

Now I'm going to try to weave a story around this memory.

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It was an ordinary Saturday morning in late spring. My father, my brother
and I were all out in our midwestern suburban backyard. My father Carlos,
an Italian-American in his early 30s with black hair and a slender build,
was mowing the lawn. My brother Jon, a pale seven-year-old with black hair,
was playing by himself in the sandbox. And I, Ben, a lanky ten-year-old who
had inherited my mother's chestnut hair, was watering the garden.

My mother stepped through the back door and onto our concrete patio,
rubbing her hands on her apron.

"Carl, I'm going to the mall, and then over to Susan's," she reminded my
dad, who had to turn off the lawn mower and ask her to repeat herself.

She did, and went back inside. Dad restarted the lawn mower, but not before
gesturing to me to spray him with the hose. I pressed my thumb over the end
as he had taught me so that the hose would spray a thin hard fan of water
instead of a wide stream, and aimed it at my dad.

He smiled at first, but then gestured for me to point the hose elsewhere
after just a second or two.

As my father turned away to finish mowing the lawn, I aimed the hose at my
little brother, who like Dad appreciated the cool spray at first, but then
yelled at me to stop.

I ignored his demand, and this led to a little tussle between us. We ended
up wrestling in the wet dirt, the hose forgotten, until we heard the lawn
mower stop running. We separated and looked up, expecting Dad to be angry,
but instead he was looking down at us with a grin on his face.

"You've really made a mess, boys," he said. "Ben, go turn off the hose, and
then both of you get in the shower."

I obeyed, ignoring the dirty looks and murmured threats from Jon, and then
went through the garage to the mud room and stripped down. Jon was right
behind me, followed by my dad.

"Strip off, boys," Dad said cheerfully. I was already naked and Jon was
halfway there. This wasn't too unusual in our house. We weren't nudists or
anything, but we also weren't uptight about nudity. We were all circumcised
and as far as I knew we all had average size dicks.

Naked, Jon and I watched our father remove his dirty, sweaty clothes. His
hairy, slender body came into view, glistening with sweat and streaked with
dirt. Bits of grass clung to his muscled calves and thighs. My dad had been
a track and field athlete in college, and although he had a bit of a beer
gut now, he was still in pretty good shape and enjoyed jogging for fun.

Dad peeled off his boxers and stood with his hands on his hips. "Let's use
the shower in my bedroom, okay?" he said.

The three of us traipsed through the kitchen and down the hall through the
master bedroom and into the master bathroom. While Dad started up the
shower, I took the opportunity to poke my brother's butt. This was a silly
little game we had started playing a few months ago, where one of us would
poke the other when he wasn't looking. The rule was that you couldn't poke
someone while they were looking at you, so Jon immediately spun around and
glared at me.

"All right, enough horseplay. Get in the shower," Dad commanded. We stepped
through the big glass door and he came in right behind us, closing the door.

The shower was easily big enough for all three of us. Mom could have even
fit in there with no trouble. It had two shower heads (one was removable
with a hose attached) and a long tile bench. Some built-in shelves held
shampoos, soaps, and other items.

Dad pulled the removable shower head off its bracket and started spraying
us down.

"Too hot!" I yelled, but it wasn't really. I closed my eyes and pretended
to writhe in pain.

"Oh, so you don't like getting sprayed, eh?" Dad said, chuckling.

"Poke!" Ben said, poking me right between my butt cheeks.

I opened my eyes and turned to face him. "Hey! That was my butthole!"

"Jon, did you just touch your brother's butthole?" Dad asked.

My brother explained the "poke" game to him. Dad nodded, looking serious,
and then said "Son, hand me the soap over there." Of course, as soon as Jon
turned to grab the soap, Dad poked him right between the butt cheeks. Jon
shrieked and jumped and giggled.

Since Dad wasn't looking at me, I thought I'd take advantage. I reached out
to poke him in the butt, but right as I did, he turned to face me and I
ended up touching his circumcised dick.

Dad's dick was surrounded by a nest of black curly pubic hair. His balls
were pulled up tight, and although his scrotum had some hair on it, it
wasn't nearly as hairy as his pubic area. I poked him right in the area
where his cock head rested on his balls.

I thought he would be mad, but instead he grinned and flicked water in my
eyes. "Hey!" I yelled as I closed my eyes reflexively. As soon as I did,
Dad reached down and cupped my balls in his hand.

"Hey!" I yelled again. I laughed but I wasn't sure if it was funny. This
was getting weird. But then Jon poked Dad in the butt, and soon we were all
trying to step around each other in the shower and poke each other in the
dick or balls or butt.

I think Jon was the first to get hard. It happened pretty quickly. Right
after I touched his dick for like the third or fourth time, he reached down
and held himself between three fingers, and when he let go to poke Dad
again he was rock hard. His little boner was poking up at a 45 degree angle.

When Dad saw it, his eyes got wide and he got a kind of smirk on his face.
"Looks like you could poke us with your penis, Jon!" he said, and so of
course Jon started doing that, laughing the whole time.

Dad grabbed my arms and Jon stood behind me repeatedly poking my butt
cheeks with his dick. Dad pulled me closer so that his dick was right below
my chin and my chest was pressed against his upper thighs. Jon was holding
onto my hips from behind, poking and poking, giggling like crazy. I felt
myself getting hard too. And I felt Dad's cock swelling too.

"Are you gonna give me a poke too, Ben?" Dad asked when he felt my boner
pressed against his leg. He let go of my arms and I took a step back.

As soon as I did, Dad started to tug on his cock until it was fully erect.
I copied him, and soon Jon was imitating both of us.

The three of us jerked off in silence in the shower for what must have been
only a few minutes, but felt much longer.

At some point Dad kind of snapped out of it, handed us a bottle of body
wash, and told us to start getting clean. Then he turned away to grab his
own soap. I guess he thought we would knock it off, but Ben and I started
goofing off again and pretty soon we were soaping up each other's bodies,
paying lots of attention to our dicks, balls and asses. When Dad glanced
over his shoulder and saw us rubbing each other, he looked away, but then
turned around and stared at us.

"Get each other nice and clean, boys. Then it will be my turn."

Dad was still very hard. His cock was about six and a half inches, standing
straight out from his hips, twitching, and covered in suds.

Jon reached out and batted it aside as a joke, but then Dad grabbed his
hand and put it on his dick.

"Wash me," he murmured, and Jon started stroking Dad's dick while I was
stroking his.

"Let's all wash each other," I suggested, and so Jon and I rubbed Dad's
cock while he rubbed ours and we rubbed each others'. In a low voice, Dad
gave us pretty clear instructions on how to actually jack him off (and
ourselves), and he warned us that some white cream might shoot out. He said
that it was his sperm and that it comes out when men feel really good and
that this all had to be a big secret, even from Mommy.

I let go of my brother's dick and devoted all my attention to my father. I
stroked his cock with one hand according to his directions and played with
his balls with the other. Dad also told Jon to let go of my dick and rub
his finger against Dad's asshole, so he obeyed.

"The white stuff is gonna shoot out, boys," Dad said in a deep and strained
voice. "Watch out."

He pushed our hands out of the way and finished himself off. We stood to
the side and stared in awe as several strong spurts of semen splashed
against the shower tile and ran slowly down to the floor. Dad gasped and
groaned, and when he was finished, he brought us in for a fierce hug.

Then he sat down on the tile bench and said he was going to do something
else very secret. He washed all the soap off and then leaned over and took
my hard dick into his mouth. I held my breath and put my hands on his head
-- this was the best thing I had ever felt in my life. Soon he stopped and
gave Jon a turn. Dad went back and forth on our dicks like that for quite a
while, but when the shower water started to get cold, we all rinsed off one
last time and got out of the shower.

"Remember boys, you cannot tell anybody about this. Not your friends, not
your grandparents, and definitely not your mother," Dad said as we all
dried off in his bedroom. He explained about good and bad touches, child
molestation, prison, and so on. Jon and I listened carefully.

"Can we still do that stuff?" I asked.

"Yes, but only when no one else is around," Dad said.

Jon held his little penis in his hand. "Can me and Ben do it together?"

"Yes you can, but only when you're alone."

"Or with you."

"That's right."

My brother and I shared a bedroom, so for the next several years we played
with each other extensively. When Mom wasn't around, Dad taught us about
everything: 69, rimming, anal sex, watersports, toys. We took several "boys
only" vacations that were filled with hot incestuous sex. Dad also took
dozens of Polaroid photos of us. To this day I wish I knew where they were.

Around the time I started high school, I became more self-conscious about
my family sex play. I grew less and less interested in playing with Dad,
though I would still swap blowjobs with Jon occasionally. Dad and Jon still
played together, but I kept the secret. When I started dating girls in 10th
grade, I stopped playing with them both.

Mom and Dad got divorced soon after I started college in another state. I
kept my distance. Mom went back to college and eventually got a masters and
then a Ph.D. Jon stayed in town for college, but when he graduated he moved
away.

Jon came out as gay when he was 17. I came out as bi and got married to an
amazing woman I met in grad school. Dad didn't really come out, but when he
let a young college twink rent out the basement, both Jon and I understood
what was really going on. The three of us stopped having sex with each
other, but I look back on our experiences very fondly. Dad never forced me
and my brother to do anything. He answered all of our questions and let us
explore and learn at our own pace.

Dad passed away unexpectedly when I was 28, right after my first son was
born. I miss him so much.

THE END

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