Date: Mon, 4 Aug 2014 11:09:37 -0700 From: - - Subject: Stripped with Dad Dad picked me up at school to take me out for a birthday dinner. It was one of the rare times when we had to spend time together. We didn't talk a lot. We didn't hang out. My school is in the middle of nowhere, so it's always a long drive through dark country roads. It's quiet. It's downright awkward. "How's school?" "fine" "Anything new?" "no" "You keeping your grades up?" "yes" It wasn't all as one-sided as that. I'd occasionally get onto a story about something that happened, or he would, or it'd just be quiet. During dinner, we mainly just ate and talked about the food and the restaurant. Everything was good. On the long drive back, the car started rumbling and making some noise. "Let me just pull over and see if we hit something." Dad pulled over, got out, looked under the car for a while, looked under the hood for a while, got back in, turned the key, and ....nothing. The car was dead. It didn't rev up. It wouldn't turn over. It wouldn't shake hands. All it would do is sit and play dead. We were in the middle of nowhere and just pulled off to the gravel. There was a streetlight every 150 feet or so. There was no town. There were no other cars. There were trees and fields. We sat for a minute in total silence. Dad tried again after a minute, and he got the same result. He pulled out his cell phone, and got 'No Service.' He looked at me. "Yeah, I was going to tell you that my phone broke last week." We sat in silence for a while. It was kind of funny, but really just annoying and awkward. Dad said, "Well, let's take a walk and see if we can get some help." We got out and started walking down the road. It was dark and quiet. It was peaceful. I was kind of thankful to get away from everything for the night, but I just didn't know what to say. I think Dad felt the same. We'd occasionally give each other a weird look. Occasionally, Dad would give a little sigh. "Well, maybe I can get my phone working if we walk a little," Dad said. "We might be in a dead spot." "Yeah, or maybe a car will come along," I answered. Another awkward silence passed, and then Dad continued. "I just hope it's not some weirdo. It sort of feels like we're in a horror movie out here." "Yeah" We walked for maybe a half-hour. "Somebody's got to come along at some point." "Yeah, there's people who live out here." As we came to that conclusion, we spotted a farmhouse. It was down away from the road. We decided that we'd walk through the field and over to ask for some help. We trudged through the corn stalks and across a big lawn. We came to the back of the house. There was a big tree, a clothesline, a picnic table. Then we both spotted the second-floor window. Standing there, by the window, was a woman. She was young, and she was pretty, and she was getting undressed. She had her shirt off and was standing in her bra. Dad and I stopped, staring. We looked at each other, and then we looked back at the window. She was undoing her jeans and sliding them down. I couldn't see much, but I was pretty sure that she was now almost naked. "Should we walk around to the front door?" "Uh... no, let's just stay here for a second. This might make the car breaking down worth it." We looked at each other and smiled and laughed like two little peeping toms. As we looked up again, laughing, she took her bra off. They were big tits. "Nice," Dad said. And then we noticed that we weren't alone. The back screen door was open, and a shotgun was pointing out. An older gentleman was pointing it at us. We were frozen in place and said nothing as he stepped out, let the screen door smack closed with a bounce, and walked a few steps toward us. He stared at us. He seemed scared and surprised and mad. He glanced up where we were watching, and I guess he figured what we were looking at. Madder now, he walked towards us. "Uh... we just, our car..." Dad started. The man with the gun interrupted. "Just you walk right back the way you came." We walked backwards in step with the man, still at the end of his shotgun. We came to the edge of the field, next to the stalks of corn and a fence. "We really didn't mean to..." "I don't care. I don't want you here and I don't mind shooting some idiots who come around looking in my windows." Dad took a breath and kind of stepped in front of me. "We'll go. We're sorry." "You like what you see up there? You take it all in?" "We're going. Sorry." "Stay right where you are, mister." We held our place. "Strip." We stared in silence. We looked at each other. "You heard me, boys. Those are some nice clothes you're wearing there. Just take 'em right off and lay 'em on that fence. Then you can get the hell out of here, and I might not shoot you in the ass as you're leaving." We slowly, calmly, began unbuttoning our shirts. I slid my arms out. I held my shirt in my hand, as I watched my dad untuck his shirt and hang it on the fence. His chest was big, and his arms were big. I guess he'd been working out lately. "Kick off those fancy shoes, gentlemen." We did. I was realizing that I was about to say goodbye to my favorite sneakers. Dad said, "Let's just do what he says, son. And then we'll leave, and we won't bother him anymore." The barrel of the gun motioned towards our pants. There was yet another awkward silence for a second or two. Dad started undoing his belt and unzipping his slacks. He slid them down his legs. I found myself watching as he did it. He took his keys, wallet, and phone out and held them. He was wearing just a pair of white briefs. They both looked at me. I looked back. "Um... I'm not wearing any underwear." "I don't care! Strip off and get the fuck out of here! You think you can peep through my windows! You deserve to walk out of here bare-assed!" As he yelled, I was quickly taking off my jeans as instructed. I stepped back. I was wearing only socks, standing in the dirt. I had my wallet in my hand and was also trying to cover myself. I felt the night breeze on my butt. I was chilly. I turned away a bit, trying to hide my front but really just pointing my naked ass at my Dad. Dad held his arm up against me and walked us backwards into the corn. I could barely see anything in what little moonlight there was. I felt the leaves scrape along my bare body. I was clenching my dick and balls in my hands. I felt my dick against my leather wallet. We cleared the field and got back to the road. I stayed back. Dad was ahead of me. He turned around. "Are you okay?" "No, I'm naked." "Well, there's nobody around to see." "Dad! What are we gonna do?!" "Let's just get back to the car. I think I have something in the trunk that we can put on. Let me check my phone again." "You can't call anybody now!" "It'd take a while for anybody to get to us, and anyway, I still don't have a signal." Still clenching my junk, I walked over to him. I could see his muscles. I could see the outline of his junk in his underwear. I looked away. There was an awkward silence. Dad said, "Let's just walk back." I followed. After a few steps, I stopped, and turned my back to him. I opened up my wallet and checked that my key card was in there. It was, so I re-established my crotch-holding set-up. I turned around, and my dad was watching me. "You ready?" "Yeah" We walked. He was a few steps ahead of me. I realized that he had been staring at my butt. I looked at him, and again I recognized that he had been building up muscle. His back was bigger and wider. I found my eyes looking down at his ass as he walked. His butt muscles were bigger and higher. Each step clenched a cheek, and they kind of bounced. The ground was hard on my feet. I was thankful for the socks, but I could still feel the road through the fabric. Dad stopped and waited for me to catch up. We looked at each and said nothing. We walked side by side. "That sure was crazy, wasn't it?" I replied. "...yeah." "But she was hot as hell!" "yeah" I kept looking around, over my shoulder, thinking that a car was going to come along. "Maybe we should walk over in the field, Dad." Dad looked at me. "Why?" "Well, I'm a little embarrassed here." "No, you're just bare-assed." There was another awkward silence. "There's nobody around. That's the problem. If a car comes before we get back, we can run off. It'd probably just be some trucker who'd get a kick out of the story anyway." I stood there, naked except my socks, in the middle of nowhere. My dad and I had argued before, but this was without a doubt the weirdest argument we ever had. Dad looked down at my hands. "And you don't have to cover yourself like that. It's nothing I haven't seen before and nothing I don't have myself." I stood there. I was embarrassed. Dad walked to the center of the road. To my surprise, he yanked his underwear down to his knees. His dick flopped out. He raised both arms in the air, and started jumping up and down and in circles. "There's! Nobody! Around!" he yelled. I watched his dick flop up and down. I watched his butt clench with each jump. It was funny. I smiled and laughed and bent over. He looked at me, still with his junk out and his legs spread wide to keep his underwear from falling to the floor. He froze and looked at me. "Can we go now?" There was an awkward silence. His arms were still up in the air. I lifted my arms up in the same position, now exposing myself. "Yes! Let's go!" I walked up to him, no longer covering myself. I felt my dick bob back and forth as I walked. I stood in front of him, about two feet away. Both our dicks were out. We laughed a little. "Would you feel more comfortable if I ditched these?" he asked. "Now that you've seen it." "No, let's just go." Even as I said it, I still looked back to see if any headlights were coming. I half wanted them to, and I half desperately wanted them not to. We walked down the center of the road towards where we left the car. It was really something. I was shaking my head. "You got a pretty big piece there, son," Dad said, surprising me. I didn't say anything in response. We just kind of looked at each other. "You must have inherited that from somewhere else in the family tree." I felt embarrassed but not really. When I was younger, we were a lot more open about this kind of stuff. I remembered Dad teaching me how to shower by getting in with me. We walked in quiet. I stared down at my dick as we did. I guess it was pretty big. As I focused my attention on it, it kind of got bigger. Then I started thinking about that girl again, her boobs, her getting naked. I imagined her stepping into a shower and soaping up. I realized I was getting a semi. I looked over at my Dad and found him looking over at me and down at my dick. "I said it was big, but you didn't have to show off," he said. We both laughed. "I think I know what's on your mind, and I don't blame you one bit. Hell, if I had been alone before, that guy would have found me jerking off in his back yard. He probably would've blown my dick off." I laughed, and I realized that I was talking about jerking off. We never talked about that. It was a little weird, but it didn't really weird me out. Then we got to the car. We got in and sat, a little heated up from our adventure and our hike back. It was nice to sit. As I leaned back, my dick flopped back against my stomach. I got it going and couldn't turn it off. "I'm just as boned up as you are, son," Dad said. I looked at his bulge in his briefs, and again he surprised me by pulling his dick out and squeezing it. It was curved up against the steering wheel. The blue lights of the dashboard illuminated it. I figured he'd put it away and that we'd look for some clothes to put on, but we just sort of sat there in silence. "Did you ever jerk off with any of your buddies?" Dad asked. I had. Lots of times. "Uh, yeah, once or twice." Dad nodded and looked at me, and then we both looked back down at our stiff rods. "Yeah, yeah.... I guess that's pretty common. Put on a porno with a buddy and stroke it. I used to do that, too." I was holding my dick. Dad was holding his dick. I still figured he'd say we should check the trunk for his gym bag or something. But we didn't. We just sat there together in the dark. "Would you want to do that with me, son?" he asked. I didn't look up at him at first. Then I did. We smiled and sort of laughed. We were kind of goofy with each other again. I took a deep breath like I was jumping off a diving board. "....yeah" We both started slowly pumping up and down on our dicks. I tugged up. I watched as Dad squeezed his hand down his hardening cock. Then I thought maybe I shouldn't be staring. I looked up at him, and he smiled and looked at my hand. I gave a few quick pumps and looked up at him. We laughed. Dad reached to the side and reclined his seat a little. I did the same. It sort of felt like we were at side-by-side dentist's chairs or something. I was fucking my hand, really grinding up into it, and I noticed that Dad was doing the same. I guess that's maybe something that you pass down. I held my hand flat around my thigh, and started sliding it up and down my body slowly. I touched my chest. I liked how that felt. "I'm not usually naked when I jerk off," I said. Then I thought twice about talking while we were doing this. "Uh... except in the shower." "Yeah, I usually just pull my pants down at the computer," Dad said. I think we both kind of realized how much we were sharing. We laughed a little as we were heavily breathing. I was picturing those tits and a porno I had watched recently, but I was also picturing my dad jerking off in our home office. I guess we jerked off in the same place before, just not at the same time. I was really getting going and just letting loose. It was a little exciting to be sort of out in public. "You sure you're okay with this?" Dad asked. "Yeah, I'm okay," I answered. "I'd do this any time," he replied. I didn't say anything. There was an awkward silence. "Yeah, me too." Did we just agree to jerk off together again some time? I couldn't believe we were jerking off together now. We were going for a little while. I watched as he slid his hand along the length of his fat cock, tight and slow. I found myself comparing our dicks. They were similar, but a little different. I realized maybe I was staring too much. Dad interrupted my thought, "You don't mind me watching you do it, do you?" I didn't. I was totally okay with it. I was surprised at how okay with it I was. "No, it's okay. I like it." Dad licked his hand, and for a second I thought he was going to reach out and grab my dick. He didn't though. He just slid his wet hand along his dick. I stared. I closed my eyes to think about that girl again, but after a second or two I just opened them again and stared back at us. He pumped his hips up against his hand. I felt the fuzzy fabric of the seat against my bare ass. I wondered if we'd jack off in the car together. Maybe we'd just do it in my room. "You shoot a lot, son?" Dad surprised me. I had a lot going through my mind. "What?" "When I come, I shoot a whole lot. Do you?" "uh... yeah" "You ready to show me?" "...yeah. mmmm almost" "Oh fuck yeah, son. I'm almost there. I'm gonna shoot it." "You can shoot it. I want to see it." "Oh yeah... here it comes! Ohhhhhh..... oh god" He shot a huge volley of jizz up in the air and onto his chest. Then another smaller one and another. It drizzled down his fingers. "Oh God! Dad! Here I come! OH! mmmmmm Fuck Yeah!" I shot a load like no other. It came up and got on my face. I hadn't jerked off in a while. I was loaded up. "Holy shit, son! That's a fucking gusher!" We moaned and stroked and breathed out and laughed at ourselves. With globby hands, we opened the doors and stepped out, flicking wads of cum onto the dirt and grass. Dad opened the trunk and pulled out a gym bag. He pulled a towel out, wiped off his stomach and then wiped me down, holding my dick in the towel and squeezing for a second. He pulled out a pair of shorts for me to put on. He also had some sweatpants in there. He handed me a wrinkly, smelly shirt. He left his chest bare. We sat in the car again. "Hey maybe it's had a chance to cool down now," Dad said. He turned the ignition and it started up, a little shaky but running. We got to a garage with a motel close by. That night, well... maybe I'll tell you some other time. 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