Date: Tue, 5 Jul 2011 13:39:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Luke Hairyson Subject: My Dad's Hands -- Ch.01 Standard disclaimers apply to this story. All rights reserved by the Author. All events that happen are completely consensual between people involved in the story. If you are not of legal age, reside in an area where viewing such material is illegal, or are offended by homosexuality and/or homosexual themes, leave this site now. The author retains all rights to this story. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the permission of the author. My Dad's Hands--01 I lay on my bed and caress my left hand through the hair on my pecs and trace the line of it down my abs. The sunlight is streaming through my bedroom window, and I look at myself in the mirror across from my bed, my hard cock aching like I haven't paid him attention in days. I flex my cock, the blood engorging the head, making it look even more obscene as the sun highlights the precum that has begun to drip from the slit down to my furry treasure trail. I hear my father moving in the hallway and am thrown into a vivid memory. I developed early and was always horny, my cock going hard at inopportune times and my beard and body hair coming in before all the other boys. My mom worked long and crazy hours, and my father was often home more than she was, which was the reverse of when I was little. I always felt distant from my father and longed for a closer relationship with him. He is a retired military man, quite strict, and definitely not forthcoming with showing affection besides the occasional hug. Strangely, or maybe not so strangely seeing as how he used to be around men all the time in the military, he was really comfortable with me about nudity around the house, often walking around in only underwear or shorts, especially when it was hot out. He didn't mind if I ran around in only underwear, and sometimes when it was excessively hot during the summer he would suggest that I strip off and lay in front of the fan in my room. It was sort of an unspoken rule that this was only allowable when it was just the two of us at home. One of the things I fixated on, beside his hard pecs, lightly-haired belly, and heavily-muscled forearms, were his large hands. His hands were much bigger than my own then, and even now as a junior in college his hands put mine to shame. The memory that struck me as I looked at myself, throbbing and desirous, was of something I often used to do when I was a young teenager, something that I hoped beyond hope would get my dad to show me the kind of affection I always wanted him to. I would often come home from school and go to my bedroom to lay down for a while, being a straight-A student, an athlete and a musician I would often be rather tired after such a long day. My mother would still be at work, but my father would be home, and he would often say, "What time should I wake you?" This was a standard procedure, as I was prone to sleeping through alarms. I didn't realize the potential for such a regular wake-up call until I had an epiphany one day when I was about 14 or 15. I had taken a nap and woken up with a raging, teenage-boy hardon, that was incredibly persistent. I had woken up just before it was time for Dad to wake me in case I had slept through the alarm. I was just able to cover up with a sheet before he appeared in my bedroom doorway. I must have been flushed because he asked me if I was feeling alright, and he came in and felt my forehead with the back of his large hand. My arms, that were supporting me as I sat semi-upright, shook at his touch, and I thought I was going to pop and really freak him out. His check continued, feeling the back of my neck, and I could barely contain my ragged breathing. "You're burning up, why do you need a sheet in the summer? You really shouldn't use it if you're going to overheat," he said as he turned and retreated back into the hallway. I flopped back onto my head and felt air rush back into my lungs, but all the blood was still trapped in my hard cock. I reached down and pulled the sheet back, slipping my cock through the fly of my boxers and started caressing myself, wishing my smooth hand felt more like my father's big, muscled hand. As I pictured his hand wrapping around my throbbing six-inch cock, I gasped and came all over my stomach. Coming down from my orgasmic high, I looked toward the hallway, and the light bulb went off in my head. I could pretend to sleep through my afternoon alarm and Dad would find me with my throbbing hardon. My heart fluttered in anticipation of the potential outcomes...would he be angry? Would he say anything? Would he be proud of the man I was developing into? Would he come into my room and help me out? The next afternoon couldn't come soon enough, and I was barely able to rest at all, my mind filled with fantasies of my burly, muscled father coming into my room and him seeing his teenage son's monument to lust standing proudly over the sleeping landscape of his body. I figured that I'd make it look like my cock had slipped through my accidentally un-buttoned fly, and I positioned my head away from the door, afraid that I might betray my lucid state in some way. My cock was achingly hard, and I spread some of the precum that I had leaked over the head and the top of the shaft, leaving the rest to bead on top, hoping that it might be the icing on my popsicle that I wished dad would want to suck. I lay there and waited, and eventually I heard the footsteps of my father coming down the hallway. I could sense him in the doorway, just standing there for a few seconds before he called out to me softly, "Luke...Luke...It's time to wake up, buddy..." I acted like I had just heard him and stretched and made some groggy noises. "Oh, thanks, Dad. I must've been really tired today," I replied as I rolled over and tried to cover my hard cock, as if I had just discovered it. He left without even a comment, and my spirits plummeted, but knowing that my father had just seen my rigid member gave me new excitement and different thrills. I continued the same routine on and off for a while, with the same results, until it was the end of the school year and the temperatures sky-rocketed. I had turned 16, my chest hair had started to come in, earlier than all the other guys, and my stomach had a nice dusting of golden-brown hair that turned into a thicker trail at my navel and eventually traced into my bush. Even my young ass was hairy. When I came in from school and was about to go up and lay down, dad told me he was going to lay down too, and that I should feel free to strip completely due to the heat. My hard cock pressed uncomfortably against my cargo shorts with every step I climbed up to my bedroom. I took full advantage of my father's suggestion and threw all my sheets back, turned the fan on, and made sure to position my body so that he'd have an eyeful. I angled my body across the bed, one arm thrown over my head, exposing my armpit. I turned my head into my bicep and licked at the hairs peeking out and sniffed the sweat I had worked up between soccer showers and my walk home. I flung one leg over the side of the bed, exposing my entire ball sac and the curve of my bubble butt that disappeared into the mattress. My cock was so hard it wasn't standing at attention, it was throbbing rigidly against my abs and pointing toward my face, the precum already pooling in the fur of my treasure trail. Like clockwork, my father came to wake me up, and I heard him stand at the doorway, and I knew he was there for longer than usual without saying anything. My mind was reeling with the possibilities of his thoughts. I hoped that he was proud of my body, and I even allowed myself to hope that he was turned on. I longed for him to come into my room, to feel the mattress shift as he sat next to me, his heat radiating off his bare thigh and back. And, I longed for his big hand to caress my body, starting with my flexed bicep, tracing down into my armpit, playing with my chest and nipples, weaving through the hair on my abdomen, before slowly wrapping around my now-wet shaft and jerking me to a screaming climax. "Luke!" I was jarred out of my revelry by my name, being called louder than usual. "Luke, buddy, you slept long," Dad said from the doorway. I jumped and sat straight up. "And buddy, you better take care of that thing before your mom gets home," he said softly, and pointed one of his amazing hands in the general direction of my erection. He winked at me as he backed out of my room and closed the door. I jerked myself in to a frustrated climax and wished that I had just shot my load all over my chest while he was watching me. Those memories flooded back as I lay, looking at my toned and furry body, this afternoon. I was home for the summer, having turned 21 and finishing my junior year with a 4.0 at a selective college in the Northeast. I positioned myself as I had that other summer day five years ago while I stared at my hot body. "Fuck, I'm a stud," I thought...and I still wished Dad would recognize that. As I was moving my hand down my abdomen toward my shaft, ready for a lazy summer wank, my door opened unexpectedly and my father--still amazingly hot and still the object of many of my fantasies--appeared in the doorway. "Dad! I, uh..." I gasped out as I made to cover myself. Dad just laughed in the doorway, "Don't worry about it buddy. I used to find you like this all the time when I'd wake you up afterschool. I didn't mind then, and I don't mind now." It took me some courage to move my hand away from my leaking member and return it to behind my head. I took extra effort to flex my bicep and whatever muscles I could without making it look like I was trying. I looked over and met my dad's eyes, and watched as they trailed down my college-jock body, resting on my cock for a while before coming back up. I flexed my 7 inches of manhood and watched his gaze quickly return to my shaft. I smiled and whispered huskily, "Oh, I remember..." Thanks for reading guys. This is my first story on Nifty, and I'd love to hear your comments and suggestions. Be gentle. :-) You can email me at hairynhard25@yahoo.com. Happy reading! ~Luke