Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2009 17:44:00 -0700 (PDT) From: Mark Wolf Subject: Showering - 01 Please send your comments to: pdxwolf@yahoo.com. Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual language and actions between a father and his minor son. If material of this nature offends you, PLEASE do not read any further. Please note that you must be of legal age, where you live, to read this story. This is a work of fiction and any similarity between real people or events is purely coincidental. Showering - 01 The warm water did much to ease the soreness of my strained muscles. I worked out extra hard this morning getting my body ready for the International Male Leather event being held in a few weeks. I already had a body that my partners drooled over but wanted even more I popping definition wearing a leather harness. Along with my professional job, I'm an amateur body builder working out six days a week. My 38 year old body has won several competitions and I plan to win several more. As the last of the soap washed down my back and over my hard muscular ass, I felt a rush of cool air as the shower door opened. I turned to see Josh sneaking into the shower behind me. My little boy always liked taking a shower with daddy. Even before my wife died, Josh preferred showering with me than alone. He enjoyed the attention and it's was just the two of us guys all natural. Josh was now twelve years old and the parent in me felt he was getting too old for joint washings with his Dad. But the father in me cherished the time we spent together and I couldn't image not caring for him in every way. Since my wife's passing, Josh had become my whole world. My life was planned around his needs and wants. Though he never demanded anything from me, I was more than willing to devote myself to him body and soul. I looked down on my son, the water misting over his naked body. He was a deep brown from the summer sun head to toe, except his middle which his skater shorts covered. His bleach blond hair repelled the spray of water cascading over him as I stepped back to let the water rain down. He tilted his head upwards showing disappointment in his crystal blue eyes saying "You started without me?" Softly, I replied "I thought you might want to shower by yourself now that you're twelve." He looked puzzled before answering "Why?" I tousled his hair with my big bear hand saying "I don't know. But it doesn't matter." Josh moved into the full stream of water getting every inch of his young smooth body wet. He brushed past me as he moved towards the back of the stall. His hand touched my dick fully feeling its length and girth before moving away. My dick responded to his soft touch extending towards the floor another two or three inches. Along with building myself a hot muscular body, I was fortunate to have a ten inch thick cock which swung nicely between my legs. While working out at the gym, I can't tell you how many time guys would follow me back to the locker room. It was like having a big worm on a hook and some gym rat always wanted to swallow my bait. Josh stood against the shower wall with his arms raised over his head. I already had the soap in my hands and began sliding the bar against his smooth hairless chest. The white creamy lather was a stark contrast to his bronze skin as it slid slowly down his frame. After spending a good time on his chest and arms, I knelt down to continue my work. He rested his hands on my shoulders as I glided the bar over his most private area. I set the bar down so I could use my hands to gently lather his twelve year old balls. My large fingers were careful not to apply too much pressure to my son's young sensitive jewels. I grabbed the hard boyhood jutting out from his groin. It had grown fully erect under the touch of my strong muscular hands. A usual occurrence, but for some reason today I saw a nice uncut cock instead of my boy's little dick. My son had grown significantly over the last few months. Now at almost five feet tall, his cock had grown to a length of more than five inches. My hand no longer held a boy's dick, but an impressive member for any young man. I gripped his hard flesh pulling back the foreskin which barely covered the deep purple head. I soaped his glands forcing a low pleasing moan from my son's lips. For the first time since our showers began eight years ago, I found myself sexually aroused over my boy. I was unconsciously stroking my son's meat making it throb under my forceful touch. I looked up at the rest of Josh's body. It had become lean and muscular from his never ending sports activities. There was still soap dripping from his erect nipples and my fingers were pulled to the small brown spots like magnets. I caressed his chest, tweaking his nips, forcing a louder moan each time. As I continued stroking Josh's cock he moaned louder and louder enjoying the sexual assault from his father. In mid-stroke, I snapped back to reality pulling my hands off his smooth supple body. I was about to apologize when Josh turned around saying "Don't forget my back." I regained my composure picking up the soap with a shaking hand. I remained kneeling as I moved the bar across his broadening shoulders and the beginning "V" of his delts. The bar continued down the valley of his back until it rested on the perfect round whiteness of his boy butt. I slid the soap across each firm globe then down his tight crack. I again set the bar down so that my hands were free to lather his skin. I glided my large bear paws over his shoulders and massaged his back feeling each firm muscle as I did. As my hands went lower and lower, Josh jutted his firm round cheeks into my face. My hands nervously circled the white mounds, kneading them with my strong fingers. I spread my son's cheeks running my soapy finger down the hairless crack, cleaning the tight pink pucker hidden beneath. My cock was harder than I could ever remember stretching more than my normal ten inches across the tile. A stream of precum was flowing from my large mushroom head dripping noticeable on to the floor. As my fingers slid up and down, I couldn't help myself. My thick middle digit pushed against the soft pink hole forcing its way into my son's tight virgin ass. Josh let out a loud moan, not of pain but of pure pleasure. He relaxed the tightness of his fuckshute allowing my finger to glide easily all the way in. I moved my finger in and out hitting his young prostate with the tip eliciting sounds of sexual desire from my hot little boy. He clenched his cheeks each time his sensitive g-spot was touched saying "Ah, fuck daddy! That feels so good." After several more strokes, Josh screamed out "I need you to suck me daddy!" He turned around placing his hard boy cock on my lips. He looked down at me his eyes pleading for me to open my mouth and pleasure his cock. No longer in control of myself, I opened allowing his dick to slip between my lips. I tasted my son's flesh for the first time since he was a baby. He was no longer my little boy. He had become a young man with sexual needs and desires wanting me to bring him the physical pleasure that all men want. As the length of his my son's cock entered my throat, I could feel the heat pulsing through its shaft. "Ah fuck!" was all Josh could say as he ran his fingers through my hair and across my broad shoulders feeling the strong muscular man that was his father for the first time. My hand was still holding his tight little ass as I shoved my finger deep into his hole forcing his five inches further into my mouth. Lust had taken hold and I sucked on Josh's cock like a leather slave in a dungeon. Josh now had a firm grip on my head. He was fucking my face fast and hard yelling "Yeah suck me daddy! Fucking suck my cock!" The rest of the world no longer existed for him. He was engulfed in the erotic sensations of his hard boyhood caressed by my soft tight lips. The new found pleasure of the warm wetness of my mouth was making him dizzy. The expertise of my tongue was driving him quickly over the edge. I flicked and twirled it around his dick as he mercilessly slid in an out of my gulping throat. "Oh yeah, daddy! God I always hoped you would suck me!" Josh was thrusting his cock into my throat so hard, he almost knocked me over. In a few short moments, he gripped my head like a vise shoving his five inch boy cock as far down my gullet as he could. His whole body tensed as he exploded a load of young boy cream into my wanting throat. The warm sweetness of my son's cum was beyond description. I stroked his prostate with my finger milking every spasm of his throbbing dick. His boy cock shot for a good minute before the orgasm waned and his dick became over sensitive. I was still sucking hard when he pulled his groin from my face saying "Enough daddy, enough!" I reluctantly release his shaft letting the softening phallus slip between my disappointed lips. As the tip of Josh's cock fell from my mouth, the realization of what just happened hit me like a ton of bricks. I was awash with emotions trying to reconcile what I had done. I slowly looked up still kneeling in front of my son as if worshipping him. Perhaps in some way I had been. My eyes scanned his young skater body seeing more than my loving boy. He had become a hot young man with a firm toned body, a beautiful uncut cock and an ass to kill for. I finally reached his face gazing upon the most angelic boy in history. He had a broad smile showing appreciation and satisfaction for a job well done. "Josh, I didn't mean to..." He interrupted me pulling on my big strong arms. "Now let me do you, daddy!"