Date: Wed, 14 Oct 2020 23:45:59 -0700
From: Masturbation Bro <masturbationbro@gmail.com>
Subject: Jacking-Off-with-Dad-01

Gay/Incest (M/m, mm, Mmm)

Note: This is the first part in a fictional 9-part series mostly involving
a dad and a teenager masturbating together.

I have authored other stories on Nifty under different monikers, but the
ones I contribute here will only be masturbation-only stories. I like
characters that explore the ideas of primal male energy outside the realm
of sexual orientation - meaning that they are not necessarily attracted to
the men they jack off around, although they will be turned on my the
situations they find themselves in.

No one in my stories are tops/getting served/dom or bottoms/serving/sub. If
the top energy was positive energy and bottom energy is negative energy, I
am going for neutral energy.  It's hard for me to define neutral sexual
energy but for me it's the gathering/build up of sexual energy expressed
through male bonding and self pleasure. Dad/son, brotherhood, bathrooms,
locker rooms, roommates, camping outdoors, body odors are all themes I am
interested in writing about. I do not spend a lot of time describing what
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Jacking Off With Dad by MasturbationBro

Chatper 1

My dad was a home nudist. Every day when he came home from work, he would
stop and take off his clothes right at the door, pick them up and put them
in the hamper. The rest of the evening, and all weekend, he would watch TV
in the nude in the living room or hang out in his bedroom. My two brothers
and I didn't think much of it. When you grow up around it every day it just
seems normal. My mom was always clothed though, and for whatever reason we
were not encouraged to run around naked. It was not forbidden, it was just
something that wasn't done, and we just never talked about why.

My older brother is three years older than me, and at 15 he had long passed
his awkward stage. He would routinely walk around in his boxer shorts
unashamed, even more now that summer started. He was required to go nude to
shower after PE class, so maybe that helped. The kids in our neighborhood
were mostly his age, and he got along with them really well. In past
summers when we spent most of the day unsupervised, they would search their
dad's porn stashes and compare porn mags and VHS tapes. I am pretty sure
they all jerked off together. I think they were afraid I would tell on them
because of my age, so I was never invited to join. They did let me watch
the VHS tapes with them a few times. The first time was when I was 11. At
12, I knew all I thought I needed to know about how to jack off-although I
had yet to cum. I would play with myself on the toilet often, the only
place I had privacy. I shared my room with my younger brother who was five
years younger than me, and he was too young to keep secrets. I was also
just very shy.

My dad was the opposite of that. He had no problem being nude. He would
spend hours in front of the TV. He was a big, hairy guy with a beard and a
belly. He had fur covering his back, fingers, and toes. His dick was really
fat and hairy, too. To me, it looked huge. I tried not to stare, but I was
curious about other people's bodies. I would watch his balls change shape
while he watched the game. His cock was like a fat log. I had not seen it
ever get hard, but it would sometimes hide a bit, or hang softly down over
his furry nuts.

If he wasn't watching sports or the news in the living room, he was hanging
out in his room. My brothers and I learned that we weren't very welcome in
my parents' room. Usually if my dad was in his room, the door was
closed. We assumed he was watching porn. We had those Showtime channels
that showed soft core movies. It was mostly just tits and ass. My older
brother and I knew he was watching them because we would watch them in the
living room at the same time. We'd just listen closely to hear him walking
around and then turn the channel as quick as we could before he came out of
his room. Every now and then, we'd almost catch him, too. He'd forget to
lock his door and we'd walk in his room to ask him about something, and he
would quickly cover up his boner. Looking back, I think it was weird that
he just didn't watch them out in the living room with us, but that's how it
was.

Although I knew how to jack off, I hadn't had an orgasm yet. I had a few
friends at school, but there was no one in my neighborhood that was my age,
and the cousins my age were all girls. I didn't have anyone to talk to
about jacking off. Although my older brother showed me porn, we just never
crossed that line. It wasn't until my mom walked in on me when I had my
hand in my sweatpants that my dad decided to have the birds and the bees
talk.

A day or two after my mom caught me, my dad called me to his bedroom. It
was a warm summer evening and my mom worked a swing shift at the hospital,
so she wasn't home. I walked into his room, he was naked like usual and
sitting on wood chair they usually kept in the corner. He told me to shut
the door and have a seat on their queen size bed, he was just a couple of
feet away.

"So, son, I think it's time we had a talk," he started. He talked about
puberty and asked me what I knew. We already had those conversations in
school, and he didn't know I had already seen porn, so for the most part I
had a good understanding of how everything worked. He asked me if I
masturbate, but that was one area I had some questions about.

"Well, I know how to rub it, I think, but I haven't been able to sp-sperm,
yet. I'll play with it, but it just feels like I have to pee, so I stop," I
admitted.

My dad knew I was pretty embarrassed talking about it. My dad never really
talked about sex with me before so I wasn't comfortable at all. He laughed
a little, and said, "Well buddy, when you feel like you're going to piss,
that means you are getting close to cumming. That's what they call it when
you make sperm shoot out. If you keep jacking it, you will finally cum."

I could feel my face burning. I was probably beet red.

"You have to realize, son, that this is pretty typical guy stuff and it's
ok to talk about without getting embarrassed. You might be on the shy side
because you haven't been naked in the locker room with other guys, yet," he
said. It's true. For some reason, the junior high school I was about to
start stopped requiring that people shower after gym class. I was relieved
that I wouldn't have to. My dad had other ideas.

"Why don't you try hanging naked a little bit with me, to see if it will
help you get over it," he continued.

I was blown away! Me?! Hanging naked? In front of somebody else? Although I
can't remember a time when I didn't see my dad naked, the possibility that
I could hang naked at home was just unthinkable, but here I was being urged
by my dad to take off my clothes. I was pretty hesitant to strip down, but
my dad could be pretty intimidating when he's angry, so I started to do
what I was told. I was pretty nervous by the time I got to my white
briefs. I pulled them down and sat back down on his bed. I immediately
began comparing my cock to his. My much smaller penis was cut like his, and
I glanced at his fat, hairy dick and looked back at mine, before looking
back at my dad's face.

He was smiling at me. I could tell that he was proud of me, and I remember
feeling a lot better at that moment. Though I was still nervous, my penis
shriveled up into my body.

"Let's just try hanging in here for a bit. If you are anything like me,
being nude will start to feel natural. I think this will really help with
your self-confidence."

My dad turned on the TV and got onto the other side of the bed and laid on
top of the covers, with his back resting up against the headboard. I got
comfortable as well, and started to watch TV with him. My mind was
reeling. When I jerked before it was mostly just when I was on the toilet,
usually had my pants around my ankles, and I was always pressed for time. I
was always listening to my family outside the room, worrying that they
would be able to detect the strokes I made on my cock. I never went naked
to just be naked.

I barely knew what we were watching on TV. My dad was focused on the TV, so
it allowed me to just look around the room, and just feel what it was like
being completely nude. It felt so wild just lying there. I could feel the
fan blowing air on my balls, and the sensation was so new. After a little
while, I was able to pay attention more to the TV. At one point, my dad let
out a small fart, which made me laugh.

"Sorry, bud! Dangers of the game! That's why I usually set a blanket down
in the living room, so I don't fart all over the furniture!" He laughed.
"If you start hanging naked, be sure to lay a blanket or a towel down just
in case. You'll also have to pay a bit more attention to how you wipe your
ass so you don't leave skid marks."

I was cracking up, but also intrigued. Did my dad just say I can start
hanging naked in the living room?

"I don't know if I could just walk around naked like you do," I said.

"Why not? Afraid you might get a boner?"

I blushed red again, and nodded.

"Well you might be surprised. When you hang nude in front of others
sometimes you just don't think of sexual things. But then again, you are
going to be a teenager soon. When I was your age, I was boned up all the
time, and jerked off a couple of times a day."

"Really?" I was surprised he was being so open, he never talked about these
things. I was suddenly very curious about my dad. "How much is normal?"

"Oh, I don't know, I guess everyone is a little different. I jerked off two
to three times a day when I was in junior high and high school. Usually in
the morning when I woke up, it's normal to get a hardon when you wake up,
you know. Then I would jerk it when I got home from school. And then again
before I went to bed."

"The important thing about boners," he added, "is that they are perfectly
normal. Every guy gets them a couple of times a day. I know guys at school
tease each other about them, but they really shouldn't. It's just gonna
happen, buddy."

I tried to take it all in, but one thought kept nagging at me, "Dad,
well... if they are so normal, how come I've never seen you with one?
You're naked all the time!"

He scratched his balls and laughed, "Well buddy, partly it's because when
you get older you don't get so horny like you are when you are a
teenager. But most of it is because I take care of business a lot. You
know, jerk off. You don't bone up as much if you are jerking off
regularly."

Oh! So that's how that worked. I was excited to learn that that cumming
would reduce my boners. It would definitely help avoid embarrassing
situations at school. I'm just going to have to finally make myself
sperm. My brother and I had guessed my dad was jerking off already, so that
wasn't new but hearing it straight from his mouth was different. I felt
closer to my dad now that I knew some of his jerk off secrets.

My dad then asked me, "So it's been about a half hour. Are you feeling
better about hanging naked?"

I had to think a bit before replying, "Well, to be honest it's been a
little strange. But I think it's because we're also talking about jacking
off and that's a little weird."

I thought he was going to laugh at me a bit, so was surprised when he got a
bit serious. He said, "Well you know, Josh, boys your age talk about these
kinds of things. I'm a little worried that you are so shy about talking guy
stuff with me. Don't you talk about these things with your friends?"

I got a little miffed then. I wasn't a complete loser. I watched porn and
been jerking for a year! But I couldn't tell him about the porn my brother
and his friends found without getting them in trouble. I was also a little
irritated because it's not like I wanted to be shy. I wanted to have a
group of guy friends like my brother, but there wasn't a way for me to do
that was there? I decided to tell him a little bit of the truth. I said,
"Well, there are only girls my age in the neighborhood, and I can't talk to
them about that kind of stuff.  Promise not to get mad, but Kyle (my older
brother) and I have watched some of the porn on Showtime and have talked to
him about that kind of stuff. But only a little bit. I've been jacking off
for a year now."

He took a second to think about what I said and replied, "Well, bud, I'm
not mad that you guys have watched Showtime, but I want to make sure you
aren't watching it in front of your little brother. He's too young for that
stuff." Then he said, "so it's been a year and still haven't cum yet?"

I turned red again. He got up from his bed and started rummaging around his
dresser, showing me his hairy ass as he bent over to the lower drawers. He
pulled out a VHS tape that had no label on it.

"So, son, I know you are going to find this awkward, but this is something
you are going to need to get over if you are going to survive junior
high. No son of mine is going to fall behind! We are going to watch this
porn tape I have and we're going to make sure you finally cum."

"Dad!" I groaned.

"No buts! I know it's weird enough trying being naked the first time and
jacking off is a whole `nother deal. But trust me, your life is going to be
a lot better once you get confident about these kinds of things."

My head was buzzing I was so embarrassed. I could feel the heat on my
face. Although I was embarrassed, I was also curious about the porn tape my
dad had. We hadn't found his stash, yet. This must be a new video because
we checked that drawer a few weeks ago. Even so, there was no way I could
do this in front of my dad. My dick was so shriveled as it was.

My dad took his place back in the bed, and from where I sat, I had to look
at his body to see the TV. His fat, hairy penis looked heavy like it always
did. Because of the angle I couldn't look at the TV without seeing his dick
in view. My brain was working a mile a minute thinking about everything. It
was still early enough in the evening that there was sunlight coming in
from the blinds. My older brother was still outside with his friends. I
couldn't hear the TV in the living room, but I'm sure my younger brother
was taking advantage of not having competition for the TV, so was probably
playing Nintendo. My mom would still be at work for a few more hours.

My dick was still shriveled up. I didn't think there was any way I'd relax
enough to finally cum with my dad in the room. My mind wandered as the porn
tape went on. It was different than some of the other videos I've
seen. This one seemed to have a plot to it. I found myself paying attention
to it to avoid thinking about what was going on in the room.  At one point,
my dad filled me in, "So this one is actually a sequel to another
movie. Some porn vids have cheesy plots to them. They are always bad, but
it helps sometimes get in the mood. She's basically a spy that fucks guys
to get the information she needs to steal."

I continued to watch the scene. It looks like the spy was trying to recruit
another girl to help her out and they started making out. At this point I
notice my dad put his right hand over his dick. I couldn't tell if he was
getting hard because his hand was in the way, but I was sure I was about to
see my dad get boned up. I suddenly thought of my brother and his friends
and wondered if this is what they felt like when they jerked off
together. Did they get nervous around each other like how I was feeling or
were they completely comfortable like my dad?  I realized at that moment
that I was finally partaking in a male ritual that up to that point was
denied. I suddenly felt cool to be `a guy.' I didn't think I would have
ever done this with my dad, but was suddenly filled up with a sense of
pride that my dad would think I was mature enough to watch porn with him,
an adult man.

It didn't take long for me to realize that my dick had come out of hiding
and was starting to chub up.  I moved to cover up my dick and balls with my
hands, but then stopped myself. Wasn't this the reason why I was here
naked? To stop being shy? I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of my
dad and act like a little kid, especially now that he's trying hard to
treat me like an adult. I willed my hands to stay at my side, and I felt
the blood pulse into my dick with every heartbeat.

I kept my eyes glued to the TV and to lesbian action now happening on
screen. I couldn't help but see my dad's dick, and saw that he had moved
his hand lower on his cock to rest on his balls. His shaft was definitely
plumper. He glanced over at me and saw that me with my hands at my sides,
my dick hardening up in front of him.

"Doesn't that feel good, son?" He smiled, "Having your dick out in the
open?"

"Y-yeah, I guess it does." I wasn't aware of it at the time, but that was
the first time I ever told someone that I was experiencing a form of sexual
pleasure.

"Once I started hanging nude, I quickly found that I couldn't stand to have
my dick all bound up in underwear and clothes. It just feels better having
your cock swing free."

That was the first time I heard my dad say the word cock. Wow. For some
reason it made my dick hard hearing him say it.

"How did you start hanging nude?" I asked.

"Well, I had been naked in the showers at school, but I guess when I was 14
or 15, I would try hanging naked at home when no one was home. After I lost
my virginity when I was 16, I started sleeping naked. Never really had
privacy though so it wasn't until I moved out with your mother that I went
naked full time."

My parents got married when they were 18, but lived with my dad's parents
for about a year before they found their own place. I did the math; he has
been living nude for 17 years. I felt like I was getting to know my dad
more in the last 30 minutes than I have in the last couple of years.

I continued to watch the movie and my dick got painfully hard. My dad's
dick was getting harder. It pulsed and throbbed as it grew. I watched it
grow from half hard point down towards his feet, until it stood straight up
in the air and then turn to point toward his head. He gripped it then and
it was like he was giving me permission to touch mine, so I did. I
immediately started feeling relief from touching my aching rod. With eyes
on the video, we both kept jerking our cocks. My dad started to get into
his lecture tone that he often got when he was instructing me on something
new.

"So, most of the time when you are jacking off, you just touch your
dick. But remember your whole body is part of it, bud. You gotta let loose
and feel yourself up a bit.  Here, do what I do."

My dad left his right hand on his dick, and with the other he felt up his
hairy pecs. "Sometimes nipples are really sensitive, bud. You try now."

I copied my dad and felt up my body with my free hand. I lightly grazed my
nipples the way my dad was doing and reached down to cup my balls. I
lightly stroked my stomach with my fingertips. How did I never know that my
body could feel this good? I soon became aware that my dad was closely
looking at me working myself over.

"You should grip your dick a little tighter, son. Rub the tip of your dick
into your palm on your downstroke," he advised. I felt like I had
permission, so I stared at his penis and watched him show me what he
meant. I soon understood what he meant, and also noticed how he pressed in
with his thumb on his upstroke. My dad really knew how to work his cock. He
didn't leave any part of it untouched.

"It feels good, dad, but it kinda hurts when I rub it that hard."

"Here, son, I should have thought of that," he said. He sat up and reached
into a drawer and brought out a tub of some Vaseline. He opened the tub and
told me to grab a dollop. He did the same, sat the tub down and began to
rub the Vaseline into his cock. I copied him.

"Fuck!" I said.

Dad chuckled, "Yeah, buddy! Bet that feels tons better, right?" It was so
cool. He didn't even get mad that I swore. And he was showing me how to
really work my penis. I was so proud to be his son in this moment. I am not
sure I ever felt closer to my dad. "If you get dry again, just let me
know. Or just spit into it, too. Sometimes I only use spit to get it wet."

We both laid back and enjoyed the feeling of a wet rub. My dad started
moaning lightly, where I let out a few sighs. His eyes were closed while he
stroked and I looked him over and watched him work. He moaned and stroked
his penis faster and faster, his legs writhed around on the bed and his
toes curled, his left hand pulled on his balls while he jerked. I was in
awe of him as I watched him work his tool.

I could only hear the sounds of his low grunts and the slapping sounds of
our wet hands gliding over our cocks, and the faint moans of the porn on
the tv.

"I'm getting that feeling dad, like I'm going to pee," I said.

"Go for it, son, you're close!" His eyes opened then and we looked at each
other in the eyes while I stroked. He said, "Imagine one of those girls on
the screen is sitting on your cock. Her warm cunt is milking your cock. Her
tits hanging down on your face!"

I was so hot, feeling flushed all over. I had never been more turned on in
my life! My dad continued to encourage me, "That's it, son, fuck that
cunt. Squeeze those titties! Sperm her pussy, man!"

My vision blurred and I saw spots. I felt that pressure and suddenly I
blew! I gasped as 5, 6, 7 blasts of cum came shooting out my dick, spraying
me on my face and neck!

My dad grunted, "Fuck yeaaaaah!" And through my blurry vision I saw my dad
squirt. Thick ropes of cum shot out of his dick 6 times all over
himself. He grunted out loudly each time, I was afraid my little brother
would hear.

We both laid there to catch our breath. He eventually sat up, and grabbed a
towel, wiped himself up and tossed it to me. He watched me clean up my
loads.  "Damn, son. You shot pretty far for your first load. It got your
face," he laughed. I beamed. "I'm proud of you, Josh."

We took turns peeing in the bathroom that was attached to his room. My mind
was still reeling as I watched my naked dad piss. And then I took my turn
to relieve myself. This was the first time I pissed naked in front of
someone. We sat back on his bed, turned the porn back to regular TV and
hung out for a while. I never felt more like a man than I did that night.