Date: Mon, 9 Nov 2020 12:05:15 -0800
From: Masturbation Bro <masturbationbro@gmail.com>
Subject: Jacking-Off-with-Dad-06

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Jacking Off With Dad by MasturbationBro

Chapter 6

A few weeks passed as I continued to explore hanging naked at home. It
became a nightly ritual to join my dad in the living room naked during
dinner. I would clean the kitchen naked when it was my turn to do
chores. My older brother started joining us, too, not to be outshone by his
little brother. Although he seemed more comfortable in his boxers and only
went naked every now and then. I thought he was just doing it to prove he
wasn't a pussy about it, not because he enjoyed being nude the way my dad
and I did. My little brother even tried it a few times. I could tell he was
uncomfortable, though. Perhaps he felt his penis was too small in
comparison to his older brothers. He said that he was too cold so I just
accepted that and didn't push it. The only time I didn't go naked was when
my mom was home or when my brothers had friends over. I did start going
shirtless in front of her, just wearing my basketball shorts. If she
noticed the difference, she didn't say anything.

My relationship with my dad kept getting stronger. Looking at porn
magazines together was our secret, and there's nothing like a secret to
bond two people together. He started making more of an effort to get to
know my interests. He was somewhat of a sports junkie and I just didn't get
sports. He started asking me more about the books I was reading to
understand what I was into, and he started renting more fantasy movies for
us to watch together. He even started renting a few low budget fantasy
movies that showed tits in them and we would watch them late at night after
my younger brother went to bed.

I wondered if we were going to jerk off again, but it never seemed to come
up.

He was less shy about showing his boner though. He often spent the entire
evening watching TV in his room, letting us use the living room TV for
videogames, and he'd often ask us to make him popcorn or bring him soda
from the fridge. So, every now and then I'd bring him a soda and notice
that his dick was hard or half hard. One day I walked in to ask him about
something for school and it was obvious that he just blew his load. His
cock was still hard, and the room smelled like spunk and sweat. His
forehead was sweaty. I didn't see the load on his chest. He must have wiped
it up, although I didn't see a cum rag nearby. He didn't cover up at all,
and even gave his cock a few squeezes while he listened to what I had to
say. The smell in the room made my cock bone up immediately. My face got
red a bit, but my dad didn't indicate that he noticed either
way. Afterwards, I almost ran to the bathroom to wank my cock on the
toilet.

The next time I had an experience with my dad was on a Saturday night. My
parents were arguing all day, about what I don't know. The environment was
tense all day. My older brother was gone at a friend's for the night and my
parents encouraged my younger brother to have his first sleep over at one
of his friend's house. I stayed in my room all day and read my book. At 9,
it was clear that my dad was going to sleep on the couch that night. He
brought his pillows and blanket to the couch. I wasn't too worried, they
argued like this every now and then.

I thought I should keep him company, though, and watch TV with him for a
bit until Saturday Night Live came on. I usually watched it with whoever
was up. I was obsessed with sketch comedy shows, and never missed a new
episode. When I came out, I could tell my dad was in a mood, he was
sprawled out on the couch, naked as always, with a beer in hand and some
empties sitting on the ground next to him. I sat in his recliner and kicked
back. He channel-surfed for a bit, never settling on anything. At one
point, he stopped on the Red Shoe Diaries on Showtime, and we watched those
for a bit. This was the first time I watched those softcore porn shows with
my dad. This show was pretty good because they set up the situation
perfectly and I started to bone up in my shorts right way. With the volume
low, we kept watching the show. He would switch back to the news if there
was a sound from my parent's room. At one point we made eye contact and
smiled at each other, enjoying our shared secret. He didn't bone up the way
I was, though.

I knew I wasn't able to jerk off in the living room though with my mom
home, and so I couldn't really get into it like I normally do. My dad must
have felt the same, because he switched it to another show and kept
watching it for a while. I heard the toilet flush in my parent's room, and
then I heard my mom turn off their TV and turn out the lights. She was
going to bed.

I started to feel like I needed to take a dump, so I thought it was a good
time to go to the bathroom and take a shower before Saturday Night Live
started. I was going to wipe my ass when my dad knocked on the door, "Hey
bud, are you wrapping up in there?"

I flushed the toilet and opened the door, by now being naked in front of my
dad was old hat. He was standing there naked with a magazine in his
hand. "I just finished dad, but was going to brush my teeth and shower
before watching Saturday Night Live started."

"Well I gotta take a dump bad, buddy, it just hit me!" I hesitated for a
second, "Uh, well I didn't really wipe yet, since I was going to hop in the
shower," I explained.

"No problem, buddy. Just clean up while I'm in here. It'll be like old
times," he laughed. It's true, when I was toddler, my dad's way of potty
training me was to take our dumps together. He would go first to show me
how to do it and then I'd have to try afterwards. My memory of it is fuzzy,
but I remembered him doing it the same way with my littler brother a few
years ago. Noticing my hesitation, he added, "Dude, after everything we
shared recently, this is nothing."

The look on his face was almost pleading, as if he was asking me to trust
him. I got the sudden sense that being open with me, the nudity and jacking
off was as important to him as it was to me. I nodded and moved aside. He
came in and shut the bathroom door behind him, and I felt his bulking frame
pass me as he walked to the toilet. He sat there, hunched over looking at
his magazine. "Damn, dude. You let out a stinker!" he sniggered.

I laughed. I reached under the sink and gave him the room spray.  He didn't
spray it right away, just sat it on the floor near his feet. I put tooth
paste on my tooth brush and began to brush. Suddenly, I heard him let out a
squirt and the telltale plops of his shit hitting the toilet bowl. The
smell permeated the room immediately and made me choke. Damn!

"Sorry, dude. I guess I couldn't let my son out-stink me!" He quipped. The
smell was intense, but after it wore off a little, I was kind of used to
it. I was suddenly struck with a sense of closeness to my dad, like I did
when I first hung out naked with him all those weeks ago. I wasn't sure why
that feeling came up all the sudden, but I liked it. Perhaps it was because
I just witnessed him do something he usually does in private, and he was
so... so... manly about it. He unapologetically, unabashedly took a dump
right in front of his son. I felt like I was being let it on another kind
of male ritual, like the casual way guys hang in the locker room
together. I wanted to hang with him longer to explore this feeling. I
finished brushing my teeth and looked around for something else to do so I
can prolong my time with my dad. I found some fingernail clippers and
started trimming my nails.

I looked in the mirror while I trimmed them, checking out my dad while he
read his magazine. "Wait. Is that a titty magazine?" I thought. I turned to
look more closely at the cover. It was a race car magazine cover, but when
I looked in the mirror, I could see that it was in fact a porn magazine!

My dad continued to grunt and squirm around on the seat while he finished
his dump, his attention fully on his magazine. He finally reached down to
the spray and generously coated in the room with a fresh linen spray.

"Whoa dad. Is that a porn mag?" I asked.

Unashamedly, he said, "Yeah, bud. It's going to be a lonely night out on
the couch for me so I'd thought I'd bring some light reading material," he
laughed.

"Right on!" I encouraged. "How come it has a race car magazine cover?"

My dad looked up at me, he couldn't help but notice my hardon point up to
the ceiling. "Well, bud, your mom wouldn't be too happy if she found my
porn stash laying around, so I removed the cover from the porn and stapled
my racing magazine cover to it instead." Ingenious, my dad was.

He sat up a bit and handed me the magazine. Now that he wasn't hunched
over, I could see that his throbbing boner was hard, too. The tip was shiny
like it was already wet. "Take a look, son. Tell me what you think."

The girls in this magazine were definitely hot, big tits and wearing black
heels. Many of them were wearing black leather get ups that seemed to push
their tits up.

"This is a fetish magazine, son. The women in this one are all wearing
leather outfits and dominate the men they are with. It's a thing some men
go for," he explained.

I just silently looked at the pictures. My dad motioned for me to stand
near him where he sat on the toilet and we turned the magazine so we can
both see it with the right side up. My dad had to turn his a bit on the
toilet to face it. I absorbed what I could from each picture as my dad
slowly turned the pages. I glanced down at his boner. It pulsed with his
heartbeat and was even wetter than before.

"Hey Dad, why is your boner so wet?" I asked.

"Oh, well that's just precum, son. When I get really turned on, I will leak
this out of my cock. It doesn't happen every time, but it's basically
lubrication used for fucking." He reached down with a finger and scooped up
some, and slowly brought it to his lips. "It tastes good, too," he smirked.

Oh. I was disappointed because I hadn't made any yet. I said, "Do you think
I'll make some eventually? I haven't made any yet and I've been jerking off
for weeks!"

"Oh yeah, son. Some people never do, but you still have a few years of
development left. Your dick will get a lot bigger and you'll probably start
to precum soon," he explained.

He hesitated for a moment, looked me in the eyes, and then looked back down
to his cock. He scooped up another finger of precum. The sticky fluid
created a string from his finger to the tip of his dick, like melted
cheese.

"Here, see what it feels like if you want." I touched my finger to his,
feeling his precum. My dad scooped up another fingerful and added it to my
finger. I moved the fluid around my two thumb and finger and felt it slide
around the surface of my skin. Curious, I moved it to my mouth and tasted
it. My dad's eyes widened when I did that. He must have been surprised.

"What do you think, son?"

I didn't even think that it might have been weird of me to taste my dad's
precum. I said honestly, "Wow, dad. That's great. I can't wait to make it
on my own!"

"That's my boy. I need your help buddy. Hold this magazine up for me while
I grunt out my load. I gotta nut something fierce and I'm going to need
both my hands."

I stood across from my dad and held the magazine up so he can see the
spread. He grunted and panted as he furiously jacked his cock, his precum
now coating his entire shaft. The whole thing was shiny. He gave me a nod
and I knew he wanted me to change the page. He wrapped both of his fists
around his cock and humped up into the air, the toilet creaked every time
he thrusted up with his hips. Suddenly he made eye contact with me and with
his mouth hanging open he leaned back as he silently unloaded. Thick ropes
of white cum flew in the air and landed all over. I felt a hot splatter hit
my feet.

He didn't take time to rest but instead motioned for me to stand to the
right of him where he was sitting on the toilet, so we were facing the same
way. His right leg was between my legs and he kind of maneuvered me around
with his right arm so that I was resting on his right knee. My left arm was
around his neck grasping onto his left shoulder for balance. He took the
magazine in his hands and opened it so I can see the pictures. I imagined
if someone else was watching us, it would look like I was sitting in his
lap and he was reading me a story, except we were on the toilet and naked
and sweaty.

"Go ahead, son, jerk it like your old man."

I grabbed my dick with my right hand and started stroking. I sat a little
harder on my dad's knee and leaned back to rest on my dad's shoulder. I
felt his furry chest rub on my skin and I could feel his wet dick, hanging
over the edge of the toilet seat, dripping down on my left leg.

I stroked faster. I stared at the photos but I was so hot I couldn't really
see what was in front of me. The friction was getting a bit rough, but I
didn't care. I had to nut! On an impulse, I reached to my dad's dick, and
gathered what cum I could find. I felt my dad tremble and shiver behind me
as I handled his spent penis. Now wet, I brought my hand back to my cock. I
was fucking humming! My nostrils were filled with my dad's odor, a mixture
from his earlier dump and the sweat running down his neck. The warm cum
felt amazing on my cock. The thwack thwack sounds of my jacking got louder
as his cum worked into a froth around my penis, coating everything
white. The chlorine smell of his cum overrode everything else. Seeing my
penis covered in my dad's froth did it for me. I collapsed back on my dad
as the cum came shooting out of my dick. Like my dad it shot straight up in
the air before landing back down all over my smooth chest and down my
leg. My dad dropped the magazine on the floor, and lightly grabbed my sides
and held me back up against him while we caught our breath.

"That's right, buddy." He whispered in my ear. "Enjoy that spunk."

My cock twitched a few more times as I sat there with my dad, letting out a
few more drops of cum that ran down my leg onto my dad's hairy thighs.

"Fuck." It was all I could say.

My dad chuckled. "Fuck is right. Damn, bud! I haven't cum like that in
ages."

My dad patted my butt with both his hands and lifted me off his lap. I was
still light headed. He told me to get in the shower and I quickly rinsed
off. I was still drying myself with a towel, in a daze, when my dad
finished his rinse.

As I came back to reality, I realized that I had grabbed my dad's dick and
used his cum for lube. That was crossing a line and wasn't sure how he was
going to react.

"Uh... Dad?" I asked.

"Yeah, bud?"

"I didn't mean to grab your dick earlier. I wasn't even thinking!"

My dad didn't say anything while he dried off, lost in thought. Then he
said, "Well son, you do realize that my dick is the one that made you,
right? That you are made out of my spunk?"

I didn't respond while I contemplated the enormity of what he was saying. I
was starting to wonder about the cosmic connection between my dad and
I. That I was made of the miraculous substance that came out of his cock,
the substance I had rubbed into my own shaft.

"What I am trying to say, son, is that it didn't feel weird to me that you
used my cum to jack your cock. I guess if anyone else had done it, I would
have thought `what the fuck' but I guess with you it's just more of
whatever you are already made up of. Do you get what I mean?"

I gave a small grunt as a reply, still absorbing what he was saying. We
missed the first 20 minutes of Saturday Night Live, but it was worth it.