Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2024 21:41:20 +0000 From: Jack Pearce Subject: Jaxon seduces his dad -- 4 This series is a fictional work of adult erotic fantasy, involving consensual sexual relations between men who are closely related. It is intended for adults only. This story is in no way an endorsement of such relationships in real life, and this author adamantly rejects any justifications for such relationships or activities in real life. Copyright, Jack Pearce, 2024. Nifty is a free service that depends on your donations to survive. Please give generously at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can email me at JackTomPearce@hotmail.com with any constructive feedback or ideas. I'd love to hear from you. Jaxon seduces his dad -- chapter 4 Morning 4 -- Skinny dipping I stretched and yawned when I woke up, I was really enjoying waking up to the fresh air and hearing the birds chirping and how quiet everything was, not even any traffic hum. So different from waking up in the city. I lay still and let my thoughts wander back to last night -- which wasn't hard as I could feel the dry crust of cum on my belly and my foreskin felt tight where it was stuck to my helmet... Fuck! I could hardly believe it, I'd got dad to masturbate me and make me cum. As much as I'd thought about the possibility there was no way I'd been able to imagine just how awesome it would feel... and it had been amazing.... I'd just let myself go, squirming and writhing and moaning like crazy as dad's steady strokes had brought my orgasm closer and closer.... God alone knows how much I'd shot -- I could only remember one warm splat after another landing on my skin...my body jolting as dad's hand had continued to work my knob... until it became so painfully sensitive that I'd had to move his hand away... Maybe it was that I just hadn't had a man's hand round my cock in months that it felt so amazing, or was it really the fact that it was dad's hand? The fact that it was my own father was mind-boggling, I knew that this was taboo even in the bubble of my own gay world, where most sexual activities were considered acceptable. Had any of my mates had the same experience? Somehow I doubted it. Maybe they had but it really wasn't something you could talk about was it? Even to them. But how could something judged so wrong, feel so good? Whether dad was secretly gay or bi he certainly knew his way around a guys cock... which kind of bore out my theory that only another guy could handle another guy's dick in such a perfect way... knowing where to hold it... how to vary the strokes... how to concentrate on working the frill slowly up and down over a helmet... just how to do it RIGHT... something I'd never felt women really understood... For sure they just pumped up and down, and if you were lucky you got a bit of ball play which was ok I guess but and this was a huge BUT.... with dad there had been a masculine sensuality... the feel of his big arms around me... his breath on my neck...the scent of his own post-climax sweat... it was real gay sex... except... I knew dad wasn't gay... Maybe he'd just done it to me as a favor for doing the same thing to him? Afterall with a lover you curled up together afterwards... but with dad? Nothing... just the embarrassed silence as we'd mopped ourselves down, then sleep. I knew I just had to talk it out with him. I needed to hear how he felt, what it all meant to him... if anything. Our chats had been limited to drunken confessions in the middle of the night when it seemed that the real world didn't exist and there were no rules. I wanted more than that now, to talk while we were sober and could see each other, no matter how awkward it might get. I didn't want it to feel like it was a bad secret. Even if it never happened again, I wanted to know what he thought. When I was growing up he'd always had the right answers to all my questions... simply because of his life experiences... I guess he remembered when he was my age... but this was all new to him so perhaps this time he had no answers.... I turned round to see if he was still sleeping but I was surprised that his sleeping bag was empty. I wasn't really worried, maybe he'd gone for a pee in the woods or was even getting breakfast going. I sat up and opened the flap of the tent expecting to see him there. Instead I heard the distant sound of splashing and when I had my senses together and got used to the morning light, I saw him doing the breaststroke in the river. That felt like a great idea and I was about to search around for my undies so that I could go out there and join him. But just as I was about to close the flap, I saw him getting out of the water and pull himself up onto a nearby pontoon. I couldn't help admiring his body as he rose out of the water and then bent over to climb onto it. I got a full eyeful of his ass cheeks and the slightest trace of curly ass hair sticking out from between them. It wasn't the first time I'd seen him like that. Dad had never been the sort of father to cover up... he just accepted that nudity was a natural state and I guess it was thanks to that approach that I'd never had any hang-ups about my own body. I kept watching, peering through the tent flap as he turned round to sit down, he spread his legs and I saw his lolling cock between them, all shrunk because of the cold water with his balls hanging down lower and squashed between his thighs. Again that was nothing new except that something had changed and I knew I was looking at him in a new way, and so did my cock which had begun to stiffen without me even thinking about it. The way he sat, leaning back, his legs apart enjoying the sun's rays gave me a chance to really look at his body. In ten years, it had changed. These days he had a bit of a tummy, and the thick dark hair that had always covered his chest was now turning grey. But he was still in good shape, he was tall which didn't make the extra weight seem so bad and he had strong thighs and even though his cock was shrivelled up, I remember how it felt like from last night - strong, proud, and erect with those big low-hanging cum-filled balls. Had I looked at him like that before? I don't think so. Back then he'd been nothing more than the fascinating blue-print for my future. The hair and the muscle were all what my own skinny bald body would look like one day... his big swinging dick and balls were my body's own destiny. Kind of like the pictures in the textbooks at school except this wasn't a picture, it was a real live example of who I would be when I was grown up... But now? I ended up with a full boner as I continued to stare at him, trying to fight my imagination from losing control. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it -- I knew I was looking at dad as a sexual human being. Images of his body fucking women, expertly making them moan, that big hairy ass clenching, rising, falling, thrusting, his mouth munching their pussies, having them suck his cock just filled my mind, I couldn't shake it, imagining his body in all kinds of sexual positions. Why was it wrong to think about him in those terms, not as a father, but as a sexual man? It wasn't right but I couldn't shake those images from my mind. Maybe I was just desperate these days, I hadn't had a physical lover in a few months, so maybe the whole idea of being out here in the wilderness so close to another man, was bound to make me horny. Or was I just making excuses? Of course, one thing I didn't know was how dad was feeling. He'd let me masturbate him twice and last night he'd wanked me off. It was exciting. Beyond exciting. Surely, he couldn't have cum if he wasn't fully into it, orgasms aren't something men can fake. I felt like a voyeur, staring at his naked body as he sprawled out in the sun. I knew that if he realized I was watching, he'd immediately sit up and cross his legs or something, but for now I could just savor the sight. I tried to fight my explicit thoughts, but the more I tried to put them out of my mind, the stronger they seemed to become. The simple answer was to close the flap, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I felt like I would never get this chance again, just to admire his naked body and let my thoughts run out of control. I imagined I was sitting naked next to him, being warmed by the sun. Both of us leaning back and letting our cocks stiffen up side by side. I'd finally be able to see in the flesh what I'd only felt in the darkness. I knew how thick and big it grew -- I'd so love to see that in daylight. And then he'd look over at mine and be proud that I was his son, almost as big and solid as he was. I did have one nagging doubt though. How had dad looked at me when I was younger? Did he see me beside him in the shower and remember his own youth? Was it just a fatherly curiosity and pride in his slowly maturing son? Or had it been something else? I remembered when I started sprouting my first pubes, shit I was SO proud of them. I was on my way to becoming a man! I didn't exactly hide the fact and I knew he'd noticed because he'd smiled and said... `Growing up eh?' And that was all... so surely if there had been anything beyond a father and son showering side by side something more would have been said, something more would have happened? I tried not to imagine it, but I couldn't help it. My cock was playing havoc with my thoughts... I imagined leaning over and putting his cock in my mouth, tasting him, and starting to suck him. He would just stay leaning back and let me work my magic. I knew I was able make Darren cum in less than 10 minutes, I bet I could do the same to him. What would that be like? How would it feel to have rope after rope of my own father's warm seed filling my mouth? Would it lead to kissing? Would it lead to more? I really had to shake the thoughts out of my mind. It was amazing that we'd gone as far as we had. What was the point of hoping for more? And I STILL had no idea what was going through his mind. If only I did, who knows what might be possible? By now my cock was leaking. As usual it had a mind of its own. I so could have just sat in the tent and had a morning wank looking over at my naked dad and just fantasizing... but I forced myself to get sensible. This was just another morning... except I knew it wasn't... this was a morning like no other in my life... or his. I thought if dad could go skinny dipping, I could too. I just had to get in the water without him seeing my solid pole. I knew once I was in, the coldness would kill my hard on and I'd be able to swim up to him. I was careful crawling out my tent, making sure that dad wasn't looking. He was still sitting back, eyes closed, and face turned up to the sun with his cock and balls on full display. He looked so fucking sexy. I thought if I was lucky, I'd be able to swim up to him without disturbing him and maybe even get a closer view of his body. I felt a bit stupid walking to the water's edge with my hands hiding my erect cock, just like I had in the shower as a kid, and he must have known then that I was sporting a three inch bullet behind my hands but he'd never said a word. Shit! I was 25 years old and still behaving like an embarrassed child, but somehow, I managed to do it and I stepped into the cold water. I held my breath as I got deeper, felt the sudden icy hand of the river wrap itself around my raging dick, slowly squeezing the life out of it, and then I and only then could I concentrate on moving to keep warm. I swam in dad's direction, and he heard my splashing. He looked over and saw that I was aiming for him. I was disappointed when he reached for his towel and wrapped it around his waist. That already told me heaps. There would have been a time when it wouldn't have mattered that he was naked with me around and he would have happily sat there, all exposed, but now things were different. Was it that I was now a man? Or did it have something to do with what we'd been doing at nights? So much was a mystery. I rested my arms on the pontoon only a few inches from his barely covered thigh. I could just about see the tip of his frill still bunched up after the shock of the cold water. I wondered if dad had woken up with a stiffy and tried to imagine him hurrying towards the river bank, his magnificent cock bobbing up and down as he ran... the light breeze stirring those thick brown pubes... his heavy sac swaying... I said he was up early and he replied that he`d wanted to get out and enjoy a morning swim... whether that implied I was interrupting a private moment I didn't know. J I wondered where you'd gone and then saw you lying out here D Oh you were watching? J Yeah I didn't want to disturb you but then it got too tempting D What did? J The water, so I wanted to come out and join you. It's a great feeling, swimming naked isn't it? D Yeah, so rare to get the chance Well, he was right about that. This was something we'd never done before, but then I guess, well, maybe back then he hadn't felt it was quite right. I remembered the first time I'd ever skinny dipped. Four of us at church scout camp had snuck off to swim naked from a secluded part of the beach. But we'd been seen and boy oh boy did we EVER get into trouble when we got back. Nudity, it seemed, even with boy's your own age was not right... but I never forgot the sense of freedom, the sensation of the cool water washing around my balls and between my cheeks and every time I did it now my mind always went back to that day. Somehow, I got that dad felt awkward, it was the way he held his towel tightly around his waist as if he was worried I was going to pull it off him. I mean if he'd have let me, I would have for sure but we obviously weren't going there! Because of the way he was, I didn't feel I could jump out of the water and sit next to him naked. It wouldn't have bothered me, but I felt it would bother him. Why couldn't things be like they used to be -- when things weren't complicated? Dad used to regularly hug me and was never shy to be naked in front of me and it never bothered us. Why did it feel so awkward now? Deep down I knew the reason - I was now seeing him as a sexual object that I wanted to explore and take things further, and I bet dad somehow knew that is what was going on in my mind and whether or not he felt the same things, he wasn't going to give in...it wasn't who he was... or was it? Had those loud groans when he'd cum in my hand been just the sounds of pent-up frustration or.... I accepted he wasn't in the same space as me and I didn't want to push it. The bond between me and dad had got so much better this holiday, and I didn't want to do anything to ruin it. I knew I should just be happy with what we'd done. There can't have been many dads and sons out there who had masturbated each other. If that was the end of it, I'd accept it and remember what we did for the rest of my life. I heard him take a big breath and say, D Son, I think we need to talk about the last couple of nights J (My heart leapt) Sure thing dad. I was waiting for him to open up but all he said was that he didn't really know how it happened. His only explanation was that it was just two horny guys who let things get a little bit out of control. I said `Well that's all it was,' which I knew was a lie as far as I was concerned... D So we don't need to talk about it again? It's all history son. J Is that really what you want? D Well yes!! Isn't that what you want? J Dad, you made me feel real special D Well you are son, you know that J But I mean, really loved D Son, you know that as well J No dad, I mean, I really liked what we did, it felt amazing D Yeah it did, but you know we got too carried away don't you? J Do you really think we did? D Yes. He looked away, pulling his towel tighter around his waist and I thought he was about to get up and head for the tent, so I asked him point blank... J Didn't it feel good for you? D Of course it did and maybe out here in the wilderness out on our own, it wasn't such a big deal. But it all has to stop now -- you know that as well as I do.. J We still got one more night dad D Son, you can't plan these things, they just happen, you know... after a few beers J But dad..... D No son, no plans. That would make it seem intentional. My mind was racing, I wanted it to be intentional, to talk about it, to look forward to it, to talk about how it made us feel, but dad kept shutting me down. I knew I had to accept the reality of the whole situation, or I might start upsetting him. J It's Ok dad, I get it, but you know how it made me feel? D How? J Well it was the best kind of relief you could get from a wank D (Laughing) Well you're right there -- a HUGE relief J You know what I wanted to do afterwards? D What's that? So I told him. Straight up, that I'd wanted to hug him, hold him close to me and fall asleep in his arms. For a moment he started silently out across the water, and I wondered what thoughts were forming in his mind, thoughts he had no words for. Had he wanted to do the same? Eventually he looked at me and said, `Look son, I never want you to feel you can't hug me, it doesn't matter what age you are, you'll always be my boy and I'm so pleased you still want to do that' And then as always came the dad `but'... `But.... well I guess, we both felt a bit awkward afterwards' J I didn't dad, I just wanted to feel your arms around me D Oh son... I can't explain... any of this. J Please dad, if it happens again tonight, don't just fall asleep, please hug me like you used to D Son, we can't make plans, you must see that I knew he was struggling but what with? The fact that now that cuddle wouldn't just be an innocent hug between a father and his son? That the arms holding him belonged to a guy who was no longer a child? That the body in his arms was that of an experienced gay man? Or even...that had we cuddled after sex it would be some sort of afterglow? Some sort of admission that our connection went deeper than he wanted it to... J We've only got one more night and then it'll probably never happen again, please love me like you used to I could hear myself -- almost whining, sounding like I had when all the boys at school had a certain brand of trainers and I didn't, hoping that Santa would bring me a new bike, that we could go to the fun fair... but I knew this wasn't about shoes or bicycles. This was about something much deeper. D SON, I've never stopped loving you, you just don't understand J But I do understand! Just remember those nights when I was young and couldn't sleep and you stayed with me stroking my hair until I fell asleep. I'm not too old for that dad -- not tonight. I could almost feel dad struggling to answer. Really it was such a basic request, and I knew I was making it difficult for dad. I didn't want to keep on but I wanted to plant the idea in his mind -- maybe I could work more on it later on. Dad's only answer was to say D Son, we don't want to waste the day, I'm gonna get back into the water. And with that he dropped his towel and dived straight in. Beyond seeing his hairy butt before it disappeared under the water he didn't give me a proper chance to see him naked as he swam away. I remained sat on the pontoon, watching dad's powerful strokes cut through the water. wondering what I'd expected him to say. I knew what I'd wanted him to say... that us having sex, getting to know each other's bodies, sharing those moments of intimacy, had been the best thing that had ever happened to him... that he'd never had such amazing orgasms... or felt so free and that he wanted it to happen again and again... But he hadn't and I didn't really know what the outcome of that chat was, but maybe I'd got dad thinking and if the same chance came up again tonight, perhaps things would go further, and that left me thinking.... What did `further' mean?