Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2024 11:40:11 -0700 From: Keith Castello Subject: My Dad the Widower - Chapter 2 ----- This is a work of pure fiction. Check the URL of what you're reading--if any of the words in the URL offend you, stop reading. I don't condone or encourage recreating the acts in this story in real life--in fact, I strongly discourage it! Though I have no problems with people indulging their fantasies through fiction, where the people aren't actually real. Feedback welcome at ----- Chapter 2 It was starting to get bright out and I couldn't believe I stayed up all night staring at the ceiling. But after what happened, my mind was too wired to sleep. I had so many questions. Was I wrong not to have woken daddy up? What got into me that I didn't? Was daddy even really asleep? But, ultimately, those questions were just noise. Faint but incessant thoughts fluttering and buzzing around what was really on my mind: wanting. More than anything, I wanted it to happen again. Everything about last night got me to see daddy in a new light. And what happened *late* last night, when he was asleep, transformed much of what I felt about him up until that point. I had always been affectionate toward daddy, but in the aftermath of last night, that boyish affection evolved into something more intimate. I had always felt safe around him--when he would put his arm around my shoulder while we were out, or when I would wrap myself around him on the couch as he watched TV--but last night, at the height of his thrusting and when he was hugging me tightest, I felt the immensity of his strength, and I understood why I had always felt so safe around him. And I never doubted the love he had for me, but until last night, I had never known that love to be anything other than fatherly. But when he was giving me those kisses at the back of my neck the way he gave them to mommy once upon a time, I got a peek of what he was like, not as a loving father, but as a loving husband. It shed a whole new light on mommy's general behavior when she was around daddy--the way she would look at him, the way she smiled at him, the specific ways in which she was physical with him--I understood now where it emanated from. And in my growing understanding, I started to wonder if his love for me, which I always kept in my heart, could maybe morph into something else, perhaps into something that resembled more closely the love he had for mommy. My heart fluttered at the thought. I turned my head away from the ceiling to look at daddy. As I watched him snore, I felt my wanting grow in my chest. I couldn't push away the scenes of last night from my mind, and the thought that it might not happen again, that it was an accident, brought me dread. I snuggled up closer to daddy and wrapped my arm around his belly. I buried my face in his armpit to smother the thoughts inside my head. Although he was still snoring, he instinctively took out his arm from underneath me and wrapped it around me, and I snuggled up even closer to him, burying my face even deeper in his pits. I sighed and took a deep breath, inhaling daddy's scent along with it. I had known that scent my whole life, and it comforted me. It occurred to me that I hadn't slept yet, and perhaps this was my chance to get some shuteye. I started to doze off when the phone on the bedside suddenly rang. It was loud and shrill and it jolted daddy awake. He scrambled to take his arm off from around me and reached for the phone. "Hello?" he croaked, making me giggle. He often had this crude manner about him that just cracks me up. While the person at the other end of the line was speaking, I found myself glancing in the direction of daddy's crotch. Although he had his back slightly turned, I could still see that his cock was fully erect. It pitched a tall tent around his crotch and I started to wonder what would happen if I just grabbed it. "What?!" daddy exclaimed. I turned my attention to the phone, concerned with daddy's tone. "But couldn't you just wait for us to finish? I mean, I don't understand what the rush is-" I couldn't hear what was being said from the other end of the line, but daddy sounded quite irritated. "Alright, fine. But it better not be before that." Daddy hung up the phone with a slam. He swung his legs off the bed and stood up in an instant. "C'mon, sweetie. Get up," he said. "What's going on, dad?" I asked as I started to crawl out of bed. His panic and irritation was starting to rub off on me. "They're gonna shut the water off in 20 minutes so we gotta go shower." Daddy hurried to take off his shirt. He was just about to take off his pajama pants when he stopped. He furrowed his brows and inspected a stain in the crotch of his pants. He stood there for a moment as he scratched it. I had never seen a stain like that before but it occurred to me that it may have had something to do with daddy's emission last night. I grew nervous. "What? Why?" I asked, trying to divert his attention. "Something about the renovation next door- c'mon! c'mon! let's gooo!" I was just starting to stand up when daddy bent down and swiftly wrapped one arm around my shoulder and the other around the crook of my knees. "Let's go, slowpoke!" he bellowed. I laughed out loud as his arms lifted me swiftly, almost hitting the ceiling. "Dad! Put me down!" He looked at me playfully, drew in a breath and blew his cheeks up like a blowfish, and I knew what was coming. He called it the munchie monster. With his cheeks still blown up, he stared at me with widened eyes that he quickly turned into a snarl. In anxious anticipation, I blurted out, "Nooo!!" Then he slammed his face in my neck, vibrating it as he exhaled, making a gurgling sound. "Nomnomnom!" he blurted. I could never help but laugh and howl whenever he did that. His stubble tickled me unbearably. And he did it again, twice. "Are we finally awake? Yes?" he asked me with a beaming face. "Yes, daddy," I giggled. "Aaalright." He put me down and planted a kiss on my forehead. Then he spun me around to head for the bathroom. "Now get in there and start showering. Daddy has to pee," he said as we entered the bathroom. I hung up my clothes and stepped into the tub, closing the shower curtain behind me. I could hear daddy peeing as I was running the shower. I was just about to get the temperature right when daddy drew open the shower curtain. "Dad!" I squealed as I turned to look in his direction. "What?" he chuckled. I turned back around and fixed my sight on the shower knobs. I had just seen daddy fully naked for the first time and my heart was racing. It was only for a split second but I finally saw daddy's cock. He had a full log between his legs and it caught me by such surprise that I froze. That image of him holding the curtain open while getting in the tub, his flaccid cock dangling heavily between his legs--that image of him kept flashing in my mind on a loop. I started to get hard as it did, and I tried to focus on the knobs, trying hard to distract myself and think about something else. "We don't have time to take separate showers, so I figured we'd just take one together." "But you're naked!" I exclaimed, my eyes still set on the knobs. He let out a hearty laugh. "It's time you start getting comfortable with this, Daniel," he said in his lecture tone. I saw him grab the shampoo bottle as he continued. "You're gonna be a man soon, and sometimes, men shower together. In locker rooms, at the gym, whatever. No shame in that." I could hear him starting to lather shampoo on his head. "Alright?" he asked. My hand was still covering my crotch and I was still frozen. "If you say so, daddy," I replied. "Good boy," he said. He squeezed some shampoo on my head and started lathering it. Even his hand on my scalp aroused me, even though the sensation itself wasn't particularly exciting. I tightened my grip on my crotch, trying to get it to calm down. "Alright, come closer. I'm gonna show you a trick that saves water," daddy said. Before I could reply, he grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me right in front of him. The full length of his cock was now firmly pressed against my spine, all the way down to the small of my back. It was still flaccid, but I could feel the sheer heft of it and that excited me. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. "Now, I'm gonna start rinsing my hair and when the water flows down to your head, it'll rinse yours too." Before I could reply, he put his hand over my eyes and pushed my head down gruffly. I started to feel the water splash over me from dad's head. "Ain't this neat?!" daddy said, chuckling. He rested his forearms on my shoulders and clasped his hands in front of my face. The water splashing over my head instead of just showering me had an oddly calming effect. I started to chuckle, myself. "I guess it is, daddy," I said. Daddy grabbed the bar of soap as I rinsed out the rest of the shampoo with my hand. I felt him start running the bar over my back. He was doing it quite roughly and in a rushed manner; not sensual in any way. The shower was starting to feel all-business and that helped calm down my stiffy enough for me to stop concealing my crotch entirely. He gripped my arm to hold me in place while his other hand was rubbing my back with the soap in big circular movements. He started from my shoulder blades and worked his way down. I focused again on the knobs, trying to keep my cock from popping up. But then I felt the bar of soap make its way from my lower back to my butt cheeks. I was getting nervous and I started to tense up again, blushing. I put my hands over my crotch once again, trying to conceal my quickly stiffening penis. Daddy was still all-business about it, but I felt like my head was gonna explode. He put the bar on his other hand and, without warning, jammed his bare hand in my butt crack. In the same hurried manner, he started to rub soap over it, but he stopped abruptly. "What's this?" he said, under his breath. "Huh?" I replied nervously. "There's...a roughness." "A-a roughness?" I asked, but daddy didn't reply. He knelt down and held open my butt cheeks with his strong hands. It happened so abruptly that it made me gasp and hold my breath. I was gripping my crotch as tightly as ever. I felt daddy run his fingers around the area of my crack, as if to inspect it. "There's a roughness all over your crack..." daddy started. "Around here," he pointed by touching the general area. "Is it itchy, honey?" "Uhm-" "It doesn't look like a rash," he mumbled to himself. "Does it hurt?" "N-no, daddy. I don't feel anything." "Hmmm. Then what could this possib..." then daddy paused. I waited for him to finish his thought but all he said finally was, "oh." Suddenly, daddy fell completely silent. It felt like hours that all I could hear was the shower running. I stood there frozen, my hands still trying to cover up my hardon. Daddy still held open my cheeks but stayed there, frozen as well, saying nothing. "Daddy?" I called out. He said nothing. And he was still holding my cheeks open, as if paralyzed. "Dad...?" I called out again. "Huh? Oh, sorry," daddy finally said. Then he stood up in a jump and cleared his throat. "What is it, dad?" I asked. "Uhhh," he stammered, clearing his throat again. "I-it's nothing, son." My hardon quickly faded as I started to wonder what was on daddy's mind. "Honey, could you finish cleaning yourself up?" daddy asked. I heard him snap the bar of soap in two and he handed one half of it over my shoulder. "Okay," I replied. I started to run the bar of soap over my arms as my brows furrowed, trying to figure out what caught daddy's tongue. I was focused on that for a few seconds but something else occurred to me. "Do you want me to get your back too, daddy?" I asked. My brows started to furrow when a few seconds passed and I got no reply. Without thinking, I turned around to ask again. Then I saw it. Daddy's cock was hard and fully erect, parallel to the floor and aimed straight at me. In the same instant that I turned swiftly back around to face the knobs once again, daddy barked, "No!" as he grabbed my shoulders tightly to hold me in place. "I-I can get it myself," daddy said. My eyes were widened and fixed on the knobs, and my heart was racing. I quickly went back to scrubbing myself, to act as if I saw nothing. But I realized that my silence was giving me away. Still, I was speechless. I scrubbed away, more briskly, and I could hear daddy doing the same. After the initial shock, I started to wonder. *Why* was daddy hard, all of a sudden? His penis was fully flaccid just a while ago when it was pressed against my back. So, why would it be hard now? Just what was it that occurred to him when he fell silent moments ago? Or was he hard because of my pucker? My heart started to flutter at the thought that *I* could have aroused daddy. But what was that roughness he was talking about? I was deep in thought when I felt daddy push me forward gently to make room for himself to rinse. I stepped forward and heard the water start to splash. I scrubbed myself some more, waiting for him to finish. I wished at that moment that he would do the same trick that he did when we were rinsing our hair. I wanted daddy's cock pressed up against my back again, this time hard. I felt daddy step away and heard the shower curtain draw open. "Okay, honey, you finish up quickly, alright?" daddy said. "Before they shut off the water." I heard him close the curtain and I found myself alone in the tub. I breathed a sigh of relief. I started to rinse off the soap as I sat in my feelings. Despite the emotional roller coaster that was the past few minutes, only one thing was plastered in my mind in that moment. I yearned for daddy. I wanted to turn back time so that I could experience last night again. I wished I didn't freeze at the sight of daddy's erect cock just a moment ago. I wished I had done...something. ----- If you liked this story, please consider supporting Nifty by visiting -----