Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2002 10:58:42 -0700 (PDT) From: woogy bunny Subject: My Sexy Dad All my life I have held a special fascination with my father's body. I can remember being eager to take baths with him when I was a small child as that meant I would get to see his private parts, as I called them at that age. Dad was never too shy about his body. We had one bathroom in the house in the main hallway. Dad would often times undress in my parent's bedroom then stroll naked to the bathroom and shower and shave with the door open then stroll on back to the bedroom and get dressed again. He always sat around the house on weekends in his tighty-whitey underwear much to my mother's distress. She would often times yell at dad to go put some clothes on, quit walking around the house naked and to quit scratching himself. Dad and I always laughed but mom was always dead serious about it. Dad had an absent minded habit he would execute when he laid in bed in the mornings or when watching TV or reading a book. He would hold the book with his right hand and stick his left hand down the front of his underwear and twirl his fingers through his pubes and absent mindedly play with his dick. He would do this in front of me or when I would snuggle with him in bed. If mom caught him she would scream at him to quit playing with himself and act decent. Dad always yelled back for mom to shut the hell up and that he wasn't doing anything wrong. And that was my life growing up. I enjoyed seeing my father be so open. We would often wrestle and his nut sack often times fall out of the underwear or if dad moved his leg just right his low hangers would fall out while he was reading the newspaper. I would stop and just stare for as long as I could. They were so dark and hairy and hung so amazingly low. As a child it was just curiosity...something that was naughty but I didn't know why. Then puberty hit and everything changed. I remember the first night I lay awake masturbating and thought about my father. It was like a lightening bolt. After that night I began looking at dad differently. I actually paid close attention to his body, I memorized the pattern of hair as it grew on his chest and stomach, I made it a point to see him walk out of the bathroom in the mornings so I could see his dick and see how big it was and how big mine might become one day. This went on for many years. I finally reached a point where I couldn't take it anymore when during the summer before my senior year my father and I had a "run in." He was showering in the AM and I really had to take a dump. So I went in and said sorry and sat on the throne. I decided to wait it out like I had a tummy ache and waited for dad to get out of the shower. He did. The curtain was thrown back and not even two feet away stood my dad, naked and wet. He grabbed a towel and began to dry off while talking to me about the usual stuff. As he was drying his hair I took in the sight that was my dad's body. He was a gorgeous man. Oh he wasn't a sex god or anything and he wasn't some 250 lbs construction worker. He was a peace officer in his late forties. He worked out regularly and kept in decent shape and looked much better than most men his age. Dad stood about 5'11" and 180#. He was thin but his muscles were well defined on his chest and arms. He had a little pooch in his gut but that only made him that much more masculine to me. Dad had a very hairy chest that trailed down to a furry stomach and a dark, brown cock that lay buried in his thick bush. His nut sack as usual was long and pendulous and bounced on his thighs as he dried himself off. He dried off his hairy arms and legs and I began to remember when I was a small child and would cuddle his those furry arms and feel warm and safe. Dad's cock seemed heavier and thicker than mine. At 17 I was about 6 inches long but I could tell that dad's would be bigger. Well dad dried off and went to his bedroom. I quickly went to mine and shot off a load of cum that nearly hit the ceiling. I decided to start taking after dad. It was the summer, after all, and mom went to work early in the AM leaving dad and I alone most of the day until dad went on patrol. I would wake up and walk naked to the bathroom and shave and shower with the door wide open. Dad would often times walk by and day good morning or pass me in the hallway as I walked naked to the bathroom. He would smile and grin and I often caught his gaze checking out my own body as I often check out his. I was developing nicely. My dick had a nice bush and I had inherited my dad's low hangers. My legs were already becoming quite hairy, as were my arm pits. This went on for a while and I finally got the courage to try something else. Morning wood was no new phenomenon to me. I decided to wait and go the shower when I was sure dad was up and about. I played with my cock until it got hard and proceeded to walk slowly to the shower. I passed dad in the hallway and he just smiled, looked down and said, "I was going to see if you were up, but I seems you are in more ways than one." I laughed and feigned embarrassment and shrugged saying, "Morning wood. Not much I can do about it." Dad laughed and slapped me on my back saying, "It was fine. He was my age once as well." After that I had "morning wood" almost every time I went to take a shower in the morning and it seemed dad was always walking by or doing something in the bathroom when I got up to see my wood. One morning as I was walking to the bathroom I heard dad shouting, "hey boy come look at this!" I peered around the corner into the kitchen as saw dad in a towel looking out the window. "What is it?" I asked. "I'm naked." Dad just said so what and come look at this. I walked into the kitchen and looked at the herd of deer that was grazing in our back yard. We watched them for a while then they wandered off. Dad handed me a bowl and offered me some cereal for breakfast. I leaned against the counter naked eating my cereal as dad and I began to make hunting plans for the next season. While we were talking dad's towel fell to the floor. He just picked it up and swung it over his shoulder and went continued talking about deer leases and other such things. We stood together, father and son, naked and completely comfortable with our bodies. I looking at his and he looking at mine. This continued for some time. I would wake up right after dad took his morning shower and we both would have breakfast nude in the kitchen and shoot the breeze. Dad would often times hang about the house nude and watch TV or read the newspaper before putting on his uniform and going to work. I finally decided to try something new. Dad often times came home during the day to have lunch or type up reports. I waited until such a day and when I say his patrol car pull up I stripped off my clothes and went in the bathroom and turned up the little shower radio so that I would not be able to hear him come in. Then I proceeded to jack off. I still heard the door close quietly and squinted my eyes and jacked my cock for all that it was worth. In the hazy image I barely made out my dad standing in the doorway looking at me jacking off in the bathroom. I pretended to keep my eyes closed and jacked off until I came. Dad quickly walked back into the living room and pretended nothing happened. I showered then came out and said hello to him. Dad smiled back with a quixotic look and asked me how my day had been. The next day I woke up and dad was still in bed. I walked by the bedroom and said good morning. Dad was reading the newspaper and waved to me. "Want to read the paper?" He asked. Normally I would have cared less but dad was inviting his naked son to get in bed with him so I smiled and said thanks and slid next to him in bed. As I lifted the sheets I saw that dad was naked as well. We both lay in the bed and flipped through the paper. Dad as usual had his left hand under the sheets and was toying with his pubes and dick and I watched with quick shallow breaths. Our arms were touching and dad placed his right leg over my left one. We had cuddled like this before but in the past we were both clothed and it had felt different. My dick had begun to swell and there was no hiding the lump in the sheets. Dad looked at it and smiled, "Oh to be 17 again," he mumbled. I blushed and laughed nervously. Dad just said, "Boy you had better take care of that thing before you get blue balls. I must have turned pale as a sheet because then dad responded, "Boy it is okay. I already know you jack off. I've seen you. Besides it is a normal thing. I do it. We both sit around the house naked all morning there is nothing wrong if we see each other tug on our meats every now and then. We're both men. There's no shame, son." With that he stood up and stuck a tape in the VCR and turned on the TV and got back into bed. It was a porn of some girl getting fucked by a room full of hot guys. "Cool! Porn!" I shouted and dad lay back on this pillow with one arm behind his head and the other stroking his growing meat. Dad and I both watched the porn for some time as we stroked our meat and shot glances at each other. Dad's leg was once again on mine. Slowly he began to move his leg up and down and his knee was nestled against my nut sack. "Good to see you are going to get the family jewels, boy." As we watched the porn the chick was blowing some guy. Dad asked me if I had ever experienced a blow job before. I said no even though my cousin had blown me on several occasions. Dad said, "It feels great, son. You really ought to try it sometime. You will love it. Would you like to try it?" Dad asked. I mumbled some affirmative and dad's hand began to stroke my chest and twirl my nipples. Slowly he made his way down to my cock and began to pump it for me. I naturally reached over and began to jack his cock. Then dad slowly moved towards me and began to suck on my cock. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. My heart was pounding in my ears. Dad slowly ate my cock and slurped on my nut sack before pushing my legs back and burrowing his rough, unshaven face into my ass as he ate my asshole. I was in pure bliss. Slowly dad began to work in his fingers into my ass as he toyed with it with his tongue. After he had two fingers in he pulled back and reached over and grabbed some KY jelly off the nightstand and lubed up my ass. Slowly dad turned me on my stomach and began to work his dick into my hole. It hurt like hell and dad held me in his strong, hairy arms and kissed my neck whispering, "You're my boy. Be a good boy. Shhhh...daddy won't hurt you. Relax. How does that feel?" After some time dad finally got his 7" cock all they way into my ass and began thrusting into me. Dad would flip me over and fuck me in ever imaginable position he could thing off. Doggy, missionary, over the dresser, me on top. It was amazing. Then dad let out a loud yelp and I could feel his cock swelling inside me. Then he screamed, "FUCK" loud enough to wake the neighbors and shot load after load of hot cum into my ass. "Whooo, boy! Now you're a man! How do you like that?" Dad giggled. "I sat there fingering my ass and feeling the cum leaking out. "Don't worry about that, son" dad said, "It will put hair on your chest..." Dad stood up and motioned for me to come over to him. He picked me up and sat me on the tall chest of drawers in the bedroom and proceeded to swallow my cock. It only took moment and I shot my own load of cum down his throat. Shortly afterwards we both cleaned up and dad went to work. The rest of that summer was a lot of fun and dad taught me things about being a man that I am very grateful for. And poor mom was never the wiser.