Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2005 21:14:49 -0800 (PST) From: Andrew J Subject: Using Dad's Razor - Part 2 Using Dad's Razor -- Part 2 (The red boxers) ***** This story is pure fiction. Do not read if you are not 18 or older, or if gay sex or incest isn't your thing. Otherwise, enjoy! ***** If you enjoyed this story, please let me know! All comments and feedback are welcome. Thanks! Andrew J (andrewbjo@yahoo.com) Things definitely changed between me and dad after that night. What happened between us seemed to bring us much closer together. Our shaving razor ritual still continued... he would shave, and then leave the razor in the shower for me, and replace it whenever it got too dull. I continued shaving my pubes on a regular basis, and got better at it, so I stayed completely smooth ever since the first time. We didn't spend any time together when he came to say good night though. No more massages or sitting on my bed anymore. I began to miss that, but was busy with my school work and stuff and so didn't really have time to do anything about it. I began to look at Dad differently. I began to notice how handsome he was. I'd always thought of him as a really good looking man, but now I saw him as hot... like I suddenly started noticing his masculinity and the rugged maleness of his good looks. His rigid, firm muscles, his square jaw, his 5 o'clock shadow in the evenings, his masculine stance... the way his tanned skin was generously covered with body hair... I think during the same period, Dad started seeing me differently too... though I'll never know for sure. I would catch him gazing at me in a very tender and protective way. My pale smooth skin and slender build made me feel ever so slightly more vulnerable in his presence, the way they sharply contrasted his physique. He looked at me with a sensitivity and lovingness I'd never noticed before. I really liked it. It definitely helped now that we spent more time lounging around in our shorts and shirtless. Mom generally disapproved of this, so we always made it a point to put on shirts for dinner and not flaunt our semi nudity around her. But when we were alone, we were one of a kind in our love for being semi clad. One evening after dinner, I was lounging around in my bedroom after school in my underwear. I was really enjoying the feel of not having any pubic hair, and loved the sight of my briefs riding really really low on my wiast. It made my abs look long and hard. I was standing in front of my mirror, casually running my fingers across my lower abs, when Dad walked in. He handed me a pair of dark red silk boxers, asking me if I wanted them. He'd had them for a while but never wore them, and thought I might like them. I told him wow, I really did like them, and wanted to try them on right away. He smiled, and, looking at me once over, left. I immediately put them on. Wow. They felt so good. Silk against my smooth skin felt so awesome. The only thing about the boxers is how low the rested on my waist. They were a men's size small, which is what my dad would wear, but my hips were much smaller than that. So the shorts basically hung right down to the base of my dick, completely exposing the top of my asscrack, and my entire pubic region.. I got an immediate hard on, and my lengthening shaft felt really good against the silky smoothness of the material. My dick now stood at full attention, tenting out the sorts. With a slight movement, it stuck straight out of the fly. I wasn't sure I could wear these around the house without completely embarrassing myself. After a while my hardon subsided, and I went into the living room. Mom had already gone to bed, and Dad was up watching TV. He was lying on the sofa, wearing nothing but a pair of white boxers. His gorgeous tanned skin and dark curly body hair looked so hot and I couldn't help but stare at him. He noticed me, and, commenting that the shorts looked good on me, asked me to come sit next to him. "Wanna watch some TV with me?" he said, sitting up on the sofa. "Sure, dad" I said, and went and sat beside him. He was sitting up at one end of the sofa with his legs outstretched, and I sat down at the other end of the sofa.. He casually raised his arms above his head in a stretch, and clasped them behind his head. I got a full view of his gorgeous, hairy armpits. I marveled at how hairy he was, in comparison to me, completely smooth. "Come over here", he said, patting a spot right beside him, but not moving his legs. I slid over next to him. "The shorts are kinda loose, huh?" he said, and, hooking his finger under the waistband of my shorts, traced the band around my side and front, and gave it a bit of a tug. "You like it that way?" he asked casually. I could barely speak and just nodded. His touch had started working on me, and I began to get very excited. His fingers touching my waist and cleanly shaved (and extrememly sensitive) pubic region was electrifying. Noone else had ever touched me there before. That, coupled with the general warmth coming from his near naked body outstretched behind me was more than I could take. My cock started growing again, much to my embarrassment. I also started blushing. "You're a little smooth guy, aren't you? Nothing at all like your old man": he said. "Look at this". He grabbed handfuls of his chest hair and his treasure trail and playfully pulled at it. "I'm covered with it from head to toe" I thought I could shoot a load right there. Mo cock was at full mast, and now beginning to menacingly poke out of my fly. I quickly hunched forward and covered myself by crossing my arms on my lap, hoping foolishly that Dad wouldn't notice I was aroused. Dad had definitely noticed though. Smiling reassuringly at me, he put one arm around my shoulder and pulled me back so I was leaning against his legs and the sofa back. He sort of gently but firmly held me there so I was leaning back and my groin was jutting out, with nowhere to hide. He then gently took my left hand in his, and held it. In a gentle and warm sort of way. The only thing covering my dick now, which had managed to fully escape from confinement and was sticking straight out of the fly in my boxers, was my right hand. And it wasn't doing a very good job either. The only thing I could have done was to grab it with my fist, which seemed even worse, and besides, I was afraid that would make me shoot. Dad looked down at my fully erect dick, then up into my eyes. I could tell he was feeling a bit confused too, as his expression was slightly clouded. But he managed to smile at me, one of the most beautiful and loving smiles I have ever seen, and said "You're very beautiful, son" He moved in closer to me, and pulling my head towards him, gave me a kiss on my forehead. Then, leaning back, he slowly drew me close to him. I weakly protested, not from not wanting to be drawn into dad's embrace, but at this point I was dangerously close to orgasm, and was afraid I'd make a mess everywhere. I was even afraid to take deep breaths as I didn't want to trigger it. He drew me close, and put my head on his chest. I stretched my legs out to meet his... the feel of his very hairy legs against my naturally smooth ones was almost too much to bear. His hairy chest felt so good against my cheek, and I could smell his wonderful dad smell. My cock was pointing upwards out of my boxers, and at this point extremely sensitive. As he drew me closer, it made electric contact with the curly hair on dad's muscular left thigh. Each tiny hair sent a jolt of electricity down the long, slender shaft of my dick, and as he pulled me in closer yet, my engorged cock was completely engulfed by his thick, swirly hair. The moment my shaved pubic region felt the first tickling of dad's hairs, I lost control. My cock erupted with a force I've never known in my entire life. Every orgasm before this one was like practice for this one... it was so intense... every wave sent a thunderbolt through my nervous system, and my cock erupted like a fountain, shooting my juice up dad's thigh, into the leg opening his boxers, over his boxers, drenching them all the way through to his cock, up to his abs and chest even, and drenching mine as well. I made a mess of the sofa, of both of us, and of our boxers. I don't know how long my orgasm lasted, I just know I was so exhausted I must have passed out, because when I woke up, Dad was still cradling me in his arms, slowly rubbing my back and gently running his fingers through my hair. I felt a warm, liquid stickiness all over my chest and pubic area, and my shorts (and dad's) were uncomfortably wet. I was so embarrassed I could have died. I couldn't even look up to face him. I was frozen in place, and felt like I'd ruined my relationship with dad, and somehow violated something unspoken. Dad, realizing I was awake now, put his hand under my chin and lifted my face towards his. I slowly looked up at him. His eyes were twinkling, and he had a mischievous grin on his face. "Got cum?", he said. I couldn't help but smile. In fact, I laughed out loud, and he laughed with me. We both laughed together, as he held me in his arms, for a long time. Everything was OK again. (to be continued....) If this story made you shoot a load, or if you just liked it, please let me know! Also, email me if you'd like to be notified when I add new chapters to this or any of my other stories on nifty. It's always a pleasure to hear from readers. Thanks, Andrew J (andrewbjo@yahoo.com) ***** Copyright 2005 Andrew J (andrewbjo@yahoo.com) All Rights Reserved.