Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2013 23:35:39 -0400 From: Silo Addict Subject: It Started at the Pool (Chapter 1) It started at the pool By Silo Addict (siloaddict@hotmail.com) Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of sex between a man and his preteen son. This story is entirely fictional and isn't true. Any characters or scenarios that share any similarities to real life people are events are purely coincidental. The author of this story is not minor but of legal age. Jeremy never had "The Talk" with his father, something he always regretted for some reason. Sure he'd figure things out eventually (a combination of sex education, gossip, the internet, and whatever porno his father stashed around the house), but the fact that he never talked with him about sex, especially during those awkward years left something missing in his life. His father always walked around the house in his underwear and Jeremy would always try to catch a glimpse of his penis whenever possible, what it looked, how big it was. One time in particular when Jeremy was around thirteen or so his father took him to the local indoor pool. It was one of the biggest pools in the city with an Olympic-sized swimming pool, a hot tub, sauna, volleyball net, even a waterslide. His dad took off a day from work to take him there, even called in Jeremy sick for school, which meant it was practically empty. After two hours of swimming both of them went to the shower room to wash off the chlorine. There were six showerheads in the room, three on each side. They entered just as the last man exited the room, a naked man in his fifties. Jeremy was heading for the private showers when his father called out to him. "Where are you going?" Jeremy turned to his father but remained perfectly still, "I'm going to wash off," he said pointing to the closest private showers. "Don't be ridiculous," he says smiling, "You're a big boy. You'll shower with me here." Jeremy's father was in his early forties. Of average build, skinny but not lanky, with short blonde hair and not much hair on his body. He stood at roughly 6 feet and easily weighed 150 pounds. With his back towards him, his father pulled off his wet trunks without hesitation and reached for the soap. Jeremy inches towards the nearest showerhead but slowly takes in the entirety of his father's body. To a kid, even a thirteen-year-old, his cock was huge, at least eight inches soft surrounded by a thicket a matted hair. By comparison Jeremy's cock was maybe only three inches soft, his cock and balls completely smooth, with not an inch of body hair on him save for some light peach fuzz on his arms and legs. What really captivated Jeremy though was his father's balls, how they hung well low beyond his penis swinging pendulously as he soaped his body. He seemed almost captivated by them, wanting to cup them in his hands, massage them, maybe even suck one if it could fit. Before he knew it Jeremy had been staring at his father for more than a minute. Being bashful about his body, Jeremy faced away but sure enough pulls off his bathing suit around his ankle. He felt vulnerable being naked, even if it was in front of his father, though there was something exciting able seeing his dad naked for the first time as well, something special like a rite of passage or a bonding experience. Jeremy hastily turned the knob before his realized no water was running from his end, when his young body was suddenly dowsed in cold water. "Ohh!" squealed Jeremy, flinching. His voice echoed through the tiled walls and instinctively Jeremy turned the knob to hot. His father chuckled, and it resonated just as loudly in the chamber. Still clutching his wet body before the water changes temperature, he craned his neck towards his father, and Jeremy caught his father looking just before he faced the wall and continued showering his massive jewels. Whether or not his father could see him was questionable. His father was nearsighted, his glasses rested comfortably on the ledge, but even the idea of his father looking at him caused young Jeremy to shiver. How he must've looked to his father, a lanky pre-pubescent less than a third his size, squirming helplessly to deaden the cold. His body was in full view of his father giving him full access. Was he looking at me? Jeremy yanked the knob to hot and his body slowly adjusted as the warm water cascaded down his body. There wasn't much soap on the ledge provided, just a little more than a sliver. He took what was left and rubbed it across his hairless chest, not knowing if his father was watching. Jeremy refused to look but decided to be a bit more brazen. He quickly built a foamy lather and proceeded to soap up his ass, even going so far as to tickle his asshole a little. What he hoped to accomplish even Jeremy doesn't know. The sliver is almost dissolved completely as it "accidentally" slipped through his fingers. As he sees the sliver get picked up with the current of water, Jeremy watched it disappear into the drain. He got down on his hands and knees, his ass conveniently aimed at his father. His legs were slightly spread, giving Hank full view of his son's ass, not to mention his swinging dick and his scrotum pulled up tight. "Darn!" says Jeremy. Water splashed from behind followed by a low gasp. His father remained silent as Jeremy absent-minded continued fishing for the soap, knowing full well it's gone. "What's wrong?" asked his father, more softly than deeply. "I dropped my soap down the drain." His father's footsteps approached from behind and Jeremy spread his legs an extra inch for good measure as his knees rubbed raw against the tiled floor. An outstretched hand entered his side-view with a full bar of soap in it. Jeremy craned his neck only to find his father crouched on his haunches beside him. Jeremy takes the soap and raises to his feet. It was here where Jeremy got his second surprise of the afternoon. As his father turned towards his corner his son takes one last glance, noticing his dad's cock was at least half-mast. For the next five minutes Jeremy watched his father soap his body. He washed more slowly than before with broader strokes. It wasn't long before Jeremy was sporting his own erection. He was about to scuttle out the room from embarrassment when he glanced at his father one last time and their eyes met. Jeremy looked away first but not before his father spoke. "Can I have the soap back son?" He tossed it right to his father when he wasn't expecting it and the soap quickly fumbled to the ground. Between his poor eyesight and the slipperiness there was little chance of him catching it anyway. Fortunately it offered him the opportunity to ogle his father bending over. He even got to his ass, the hole quietly winking at him. Jeremy didn't know where this knew found curiosity came from. Maybe it was the excitement from seeing an adult male for the first time. Maybe he was jealous. Maybe he wanted his body to turn out exactly like his father's. Whatever it was, he knew one thing, it wasn't going away anytime soon. Before he knew it Jeremy finished washing the soap off his body. He was about to leave when he heard an odd sound coming from the corner of the shower room. It's tough to make out with the water pouring around him, but it sounds like a low sloshing, harsher than the spray coming from their showerhead. After shutting off his shower, Jeremy turned towards his father. What he saw shocked him. His dad had left hand against the wall while his right hand moved back and forth along his crotch. It didn't take long to see his father was jerking off. Jeremy learned to do it a few months ago of his own accord. To him, there was no better feeling than stroking his dick, even tasted his cum on occassion, but seeing his father masturbating in front of him was something else entirely. Jeremy assumed men didn't masturbate after they were married, that's what wives were for but to see his father doing it now, with the very cock that made him no less, was a whole other experience entirely. Jeremy took a few steps to the left as quietly as possible, making sure the change room was empty but also to get a better view of his father, and sure enough there it was. His cock must've been ten inches hard, with a full purple mushroom head at the end, a decent size girth, and some unknown force continuously drawing him forward. The closer Jeremy got, the louder his father's panting became. "Dad?" His father clenched, stopping completely. Then slowly turned toward his son without embarrassment or shame. Jeremy's first instinct was to run but instead he stood there in the shower room staring down his father, his tiny cock standing proudly. When he stared at his father's cock he saw the balls were tight against his cock and it was leaking precum, visible even amongst the water cascading down his body. "I've forgotten how big you've gotten?" his father said, almost tenderly. Jeremy lifted his arm. His father quickly took it, their fingers intertwine. Jeremy guided him toward the private showers and once inside pulled the curtain closed. There was no going back at this point. He turned on the water, just enough to make some noise then lightly pushed his father against the wall opposite the shower head. Jeremy lowered to his knees wrapping his small fingers around his dad's cock. "Son, I don't think..." "Shhhh." Jeremy stroked his dick in his hand a few times as a single drop of precum came out the head. He licked it off with tongue and felt his father shiver. After lightly sucking the head he took as much as his little mouth could take in, realizing that this cum was the cum that created him. He worshipped the thing doing the best to please his father, and if he was going to get the cum out of the dick that made him he was going to do his best. He felt his father's rough hands grab the back of his head as he quickly pistoned his cock in and out of his son's mouth. "Oh God son! That's it! Suck Daddy's cock! Suck it good!" He was about to explode when at the last second he looked up at his dad and their eyes met one last time. His father threw his head back and Jeremy could feel the cock pulse along the shaft. Cum filled his mouth in droves. It came and came until it filled Jeremy's mouth and driveled out the sides. He had no choice but to swallow. It had a salty sweet taste to it, it was a taste Jeremy now craved. The more he swallowed the more came and just as it began to subside his father slide down the shower room wall until he was face to face with his son. Jeremy reached to turn off the water until it was nothing but a trickle. Jeremy took one final gulp looking straight into his father's eyes, now only inches apart. "God son, that was fantastic!" he said catching his breath. On instinct he brought his dad's face to his and they kissed passionately not holding back. He felt his father's tongue snake into his mouth, his own cum mixing his dad's saliva. After a few minutes of kissing they stopped, their foreheads touching. "I'd ask to finish you off but looks to me you're already done." His dad fingered Jeremy's cock. When his son looked down he was surprised to find he'd cum without ever touching his dick. "I love you dad!" "I love you too son!" They hugged each other there on the shower floor, Jeremy with his hand around his dad's softening cock, his dad with his hand firmly clenched around his son's ass. Feedback is always welcome as are plot ideas for the story, actually any story you would like to seen created. Feel free to share your comments and suggestions. Also feel free to share your experiences with family member at siloaddict@hotmail.com Remember, Nifty needs the support of readers like you to continue to provide you with the entertainment you enjoy. Please make a donation of any size to Nifty. Thank you.