Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2011 20:05:20 -0500 From: quest myrick Subject: Naked Dad Naked Dad by quest47484748 I grew up seeing my dad naked more often than not. When I was old enough to understand he told me that since he had to wear a business suit five days a week the rest of the time he wanted to wear his birthday suit. It made perfect sense to my young mind since I had always loved coming home (first from pre-school then kindergarten), going straight to my room and taking everything off after giving my father a hello. After a few complaints from uptight delivery men he started keeping a robe (that barely covered his nine inch cock). I noticed the rest usually left with a fuller crotch than when they arrived and those who free balled you could see it firm up and snake down a pant leg as my dad signed for the delivery. He'd check out their dick as he handed back the clipboard and give them a smile and wink before closing the door. One lucky guy figured out that if he dropped the pen my dad would pick it up and he'd get a nice show because instead of bending at the waist my dad would squat forcing the robe open like a Broadway curtain on opening night starring a dick that was mighty impressive even when soft and almost touched the floor when he was all the way down. He groped himself when he thought my dad wasn't looking but my dad never missed anything and let the robe fall open as he closed the door giving the man one last look at real man's man (and you can be certain that after work that guy pumped a lot cum from that deposit in the spank bank). One day a FedEx guy showed up with two packages; the second one was in his pants and contained a dick that was already rock hard and leaking when my dad opened the door. It was the same guy who thought up the pen trick so he knew what hot cum inducing sight would greet him when the door opened and he had made an adjustment before getting out of the truck; he slipped his already hardening dick out his jock so it could reach its full length unencumbered and my dad would have visual evidence of how much this guy was enjoying the show. The shorts were snug and showed off what he had in great relief right down to the damp spot that was growing where the head of his dick rested just a few inches above the hem of his shorts. Dad knew this was a special delivery and invited the man in for coffee and to take a load off. The FedEx guy accepted the offer. Figuring his guest wouldn't mind dad took off his robe and hung it on the hook by the door. Seeing my dad naked for the first time almost made the guy cum in his shorts (in fact he had to grab his dick and squeeze it because he was just seconds away from pumping a load and making a hot mess. By any yardstick dad looked great naked, hairy, big feet, and just enough muscles in all the right places. Dad grinned broadly when he saw the FedEx guy grab his meat and asked him if he saw anything he liked to which the man replied "I see everything I like and there's a good chance I'm going to jizz in my pants in a couple of minutes." My dad, sensing the urgency of the situation advanced on the horny delivery man and went right to work on two fronts. With his right hind he started undoing the belt and unzipping the pants while he put the fingers of his left hand in his companion's mouth to coat them with spit. When the shorts hit the floor the delivery man stepped out of them and then dad really got to work on him. In short order he was knuckle deep in the guys ass and since he was sweating so much from from erotic fevor his rear tunnel of love was pre-moistened and like France in World War Two gave up no resistance welcoming the invader like a long lost friend. In the front dad was stroking him real slow so he'd have time to reach his prostate. Dad's finger found the button to make the delivery man fire and he blasted my father with a load of cum that coated dads entire torso with four or strong shots of a load that had been saved up for a few days just in case he got to deliver something more than a package to my dad. The FedEx guy thanked my dad many times as he got dressed and put his spent dick back in his jock before going on his way. Dad was a masturbation master (you could say he had a black belt in Jack-Fu) and now one more man in the world was privy to this knowledge and experience this extremely rare talent hands on. I learned how to masturbate from my dad but he didn't sit down and give me instructions. One Saturday morning when I was five I woke up too early to watch cartoons so I tip toed down the hall to my father's bedroom to watch him sleep. I was fascinated by the way his dick would get rock hard and wave around while the rest of him was completely still. This time he was awake but couldn't see me in the doorway because his left arm was over his eyes blocking the light while his right had was pumping his dick in a steady rhythm. By this age I had seen my dad hard plenty of times and he me but I had never seen him stroke it before and had never thought to stroke mine even though it got really stiff at times (usually when I sat in his lap for a bedtime story) but before I knew it my hand was on my dick matching my dad stroke for stoke. All of a sudden he stopped, arched his back, curled his toes and a fountain of cum shot out of his dick and hit the headboard before coating the rest of him down to the puddle in his belly button. Though too young to shoot I none the less joined my dad in the waves of ecstasy that washed over us and whacked off at least once a day after that. When puberty hit and I was finally able to shoot cum it was like Christmas and my birthday all rolled up into one. I proudly strolled into the kitchen where dad was (naked as usual except for an apron because he was cooking bacon) so he could see the fresh load of cum (my first ever!) on my chest. He beamed with pride and joy and smeared the load over both of us as he gave me a congratulatory hug and a few loving tugs on my hanging dick which caused it to plump up a bit which caused dad's apron to raise up a bit. I then wondered if dads and sons ever jacked off together (I was too embarrassed to ask my friends but was thrilled when dad suggested a father and son wank after breakfast and readily accepted). It was all I could do not to wolf down my bacon and eggs as my throbbing dick pointed straight up pulsed precum. We had a glass table in the kitchen so my eyes were transfixed by even the slightest movement of my dad's meat in anticipation of seeing the full transition from soft to fully erect. To ease the wait my dad lifted one his feet and place the sole of his foot on my chair right up against my dick and nuts bathing them in warmth. His toes tapped the part just below the head and he was rewarded with a small torrent of precum from my throbbing meat all over his toes and were it not for the position I would've been humping away and shooting again in under a minute. I was so turned on that dad started to laugh when he saw that I was frozen lust with a fork full of egg hanging in mid air. I couldn't help but chuckle too as I went back to eating and squeezing my dad's foot with my thighs. After breakfast we took our hard dicks to the couch in living room where dad had me take a seat one end with him at the other and we slid down under the soles of our feet were firmly placed in each other crotches. With both of us doing it it was ten times more erotic than at the kitchen table and I told dad I'd be cumming all over his feet in just a couple of strokes and he said the words that rung in my ears ever since every time I think about my childhood: "Cum for Daddy". And cum I did, all over the place: his feet, my face, the carpet and the couch as my mind went blank and my body was consumed with the best orgasm of young life. I spasmed so hard even my sphincter was a little sore. My eyes opened back up just in time to catch my dad's first cum volley go high up in the air one shot after another and bathe both of my feet in the batter that made me. After the refractory period we licked each others feet clean which boned us up again but instead of jerking off we caressed each others dicks with our feet until we dozed off. Some of my friends had dads that walked around naked (never when their mom was at home) but mine was the only one who was always naked at home. And the few friends I had that told me that they like walking around their houses naked I invited for sleepovers (and jackoff sessions if they were in the mood and since a regular topic of conversation was sex if you weren't in the mood chances were you soon would be after 10 minutes of talk involving everything leading up to and including shooting a load). One buddy was so stoked he stripped in the car when his dad dropped him off at my house for the night grinning from ear to ear when we opened the door and saw him naked as the day he was born. His name was Dick but everyone called him Boner because he was hard all the time. To tell the truth most of us were but Boner was one of the few guys who never wore underwear (he would proudly announce to one and all that he had a lot of meat that needed more room than underwear could provide), his one concession was to wear a jock to gym class otherwise at least half his meat would be on display due to the high cut of the shorts) so I had seen him naked at least five days a week in the locker room when we would change for wrestling practice or gym and never tired of seeing his swinging dick for a few seconds before he stuffed it in a jock or placed it across the top of thigh in his wrestling singlet. I was excited that now we would get to hang around all night naked, watch tv and talk about whatever came up. Boner's eyes lit up when he met my dad and his dick plumped up a little when they shook hands. During a commercial dad asked us how wrestling practice was going and if we had learned anything new and when we said we had he asked us to show him. Boner and I looked at each other, grinned and immediately got down in the middle of the floor and showed him everything we had learned which caused us to rub our dicks all over each other pretty much constantly and all that struggling produced quite a heady mixture of precum and sweat that permeated the room and had a predictable effect on dad too, he was rock hard and leaking precum like me and Boner. After showing the last technique we lay entwined exhausted both of us staring at dad's hard leaking dick. I got an idea and moved right under my dads feet and motioned for Boner to join me. Dad put one his feet on each of hard dicks and the feeling was so out of this world that without even thinking about it I reached over and pinched one of Boner's nipples which caused him to moan and squirm even more than he already was. Rubbing my feet against Boner's while my dad was getting us both off with his feet got me and Boner off in just a couple of strokes and we both coated our chest with hot cum at the same time as dad blasted both of us with his superman load. Years later I still rub one out thinking of that night. The End. If this made you hard and/or cum feel free to let me know.