Home for the Summer: Perfect Storm

Rather than getting into a bad habit of oversleeping I was regularly up around 6 am. Today was no different but Dad was already at the job site. A potentially violent hurricane was expected to hit our town sometime later that morning and he wanted to get an early start in case the weather shut everything down. The sky was dark gray, and the heavy dark clouds were on the move. I stepped outside in my pajamas, which were basically my striped Jockey bikini briefs (it was the '80s, after all). I felt the intense weight of the air. It was about 85 degrees with 98% humidity. I was sweating just standing there. Instead, I did what any red blooded college athlete would do. I decided to go for a run.

As a college wrestler I and my teammates wore masks when working out. It restricted the airflow and made you concentrate more on getting the most out of every breath. It was supposed to improve endurance. Running in this weather would have the same effect without the mask. I went inside to get ready, but before going to my room I decided to be ultra responsible and throw in a load of laundry.

I went to my dad's room and started gathering his underwear from his bedroom floor and dropped an armful of briefs into the hamper in his bathroom. Something hanging in his closet caught my attention. I clicked on the light and looked around for more laundry. I picked up two towels and a pair of shorts. Hanging on a hook, on an upper closet rod, in between his suits that he never wore, was a jock strap. It was hanging upside down with the crotch draped over the hanger hook. I felt my cock swell. No one wore these anymore. I wondered if he even knew it was here. I took it down and inspected it. It was a well worn white Champion swimmers/runners style, medium. The pouch was stretched, the white material was now grayish brown with some yellowish spots. Like his briefs, apparently dad liked his jocks two sizes too small.

While I had no intention of washing it, I threw it in the hamper and headed to the laundry room. I threw in a load, dropped my briefs and threw them in the machine. Everything but the jock. That I held out before me and stepped into it. The elastic pouch stretched across my balls and hugged my erect cock like a glove. God, why was this so exciting? My cock snug in the material that also hugged my dad's cock left me breathless. I headed to the back door and stepped outside again. The air was warm, still, and thick. I went back inside to my room. I thought about jerking off in it, but I thought it would be more exciting to wear it on my run.

I pulled out a pair of black shiny, loose fitting nylon running shorts. They were a small so they were very tight, and the sides were split open to allow for maximum range of movement. They were good shorts for me because I had thick, muscular thighs. When running, they looked like a small bikini. Not gonna lie, they were great show-off shorts. The leg straps of the jock were clearly visible as I moved. That was even more of a turn on. Whoever saw me running would see my jock, too. My dad's jock. If they only knew.

I pulled on my running shoes and headed out the door. After 1 mile I was drenched in sweat. 2 miles, even worse. Every step I took pushed my body through the thick, humid air that summer morning. At mile 5 I was almost home. It was a loop path and there was less than a mile to go. Normally I could do this in under an hour, but conditions were oppressive. I was probably closer to an hour twenty. The wind was picking up now and the black and gray clouds in the sky were moving rapidly, like they had a life of their own. With half a mile to go, the sky opened up and the rain fell hard. I was glad to make the turn into our driveway.

The rain continued and the wind picked up. I was home just in time. I went to the laundry room and moved the clothes and towels to the dryer and then went to my room. I stared at myself for a few minutes. I probably put on a few pounds at home this summer, despite my workout discipline. I could still see my six pack. My biceps and pecs popped, my shoulders and triceps were nicely defined. My thick legs made it look like the shorts were straining to keep me contained. The leg straps of my dad's jock were clearly visible and framed my meaty glutes nicely. I noticed I was covered in short dark hair. It was about midway through summer break and I hadn't trimmed anything since my last competition and that was two weeks before school ended. Too much hair for my liking and in wrestling season I would be completely buzzed. I decided that today was the day I was going to trim... everywhere. I dropped my shorts, squeezed my terminally swollen cock and headed to the bathroom.

I opened the medicine cabinet to get my buzzer and adjusted the mirrored door so I could see myself as I stood in the shower and trimmed. I started at the top of my chest and worked my way down. Tufts of dark pubic hair tumbled down my body to the shower floor. I gave special attention to my quarter-sized nipples. The pink areolas were a stark contrast to my olive skin. I cleared my shoulders and my torso, and then pulled down the front of dad's jock. As I was trimming my pubes, the bathroom door swung open. It was my dad, standing there in his white soaking wet tank and jeans. The ribbed cotton wife-beater clung to his pecs. He looked kind of like a superhero.

"Job site shut down 'cause of this damn storm. Supposed to be bad." He looked me up and down and I think was distracted by my trimming to notice I was wearing his jock. "What are you doing?" A blast of thunder clapped down hard outside.

"Ah, the coach wants us always to buzz our body hair. He requires it. He says hair makes us look sloppy." The truth was that I honestly liked it.

"Oh damn. That's right, I remember. Well, make sure you throw your hair in the trash. It will clog the drain. And I mean in the trash, not down the toilet. My blue eyes locked on his. I could see he noticed the jock."

"Got it. Will do." He left the bathroom without closing the door for some reason. I saw him head to his room. I dropped the jock and stepped out of it. I continued buzzing my pubes, shaft and balls. I looked so much bigger, even half hard, without the hair. I stepped toward the door to close it when he reappeared.

"Hey.'

"Yeah?"

"Is that my jockstrap?" My blood went a little cold and my cock went soft.

"Yeah. It is. Sorry."

"Why are you wearing my jock?"

"I don't know. I saw it in your closet when I was gathering your laundry. I was curious. I haven't worn one since Little League. So I tried it on and went for a run. I didn't think you even knew it was there."

"Oh I did. I wear it sometimes when my balls are chaffed and I need extra support. That happens too often. I only have one and that thing is like 20 years old. Make sure it gets back in my closet."

"I will. I'll wash it and put it back." I was standing there naked and hairless in front of him for the first time ever. The only body hair left was on my legs.

"No, no, no! You don't throw it in the wash and definitely not in the dryer. It wouldn't have lasted 20 years that way. The heat from the dryer destroys that material. You just wear it in the shower and wash it with soap. Where is it?" I gestured toward the floor. We both bent to pick it up but he got to it first. "Eww why is this so wet? Did you shower with this already?" He sniffed it, grimaced and threw it at me. Did my dad just sniff my ball sweat?

"I went running. I was just about to shower and I decided to trim down."

"Okay, well, do the right thing with it, and that hair. And by the way. Your back is still hairy. Want me to get it?" Loud thunderclap, and the rain was really crashing down against the windows. The trees outside were starting to scream in the wind. The lights flickered briefly.

"Sure. I was gonna let it go, but it's always better to keep it even." I stepped in the shower. He picked up the buzzer. He started at the top and worked his way down. I could feel the tufts of hair tumble down my back.

"Looks like it was too small for you. I can see the waistband marks,"

"Dad. Seriously... if it is too small for me. How do you wear this?"

"When you need ball support, the tighter the better."

"I guess."

"Okay. All done. Get this hair cleaned up and wash my jock." With that he smacked my naked ass. He walked out of the bathroom and shut the door all the way. I buzzed my legs, scooped up all my hair with a piece of toilet paper and threw it in the trash. Then I turned on the water and let it get warm from outside the shower. I stepped into my dad's jock and pulled it up. I adjusted the pouch, and I was hard already. I got in the shower and let the hot water warm my sweaty body. I soaked the jock and soaped it up with the rest of my body. The elastic felt so good on my fully engorged cock. I rinsed and repeated. Then washed my hair, face and body and repeated the whole process again. I was so hard throughout the shower that I was clearly leaking precum, right into my dad's jock. I stood blissfully under the stream of hot, cleansing water and rinsed thoroughly. Then there was a booming clap of thunder, the lights flickered again and I shut off the water.

I stepped onto the bathmat and dried myself with a towel, still wearing the jock. Then I took it off and my hard on sprang free and seemed to become even more engorged. Without hair I looked so much bigger. My piss hole was open and round, like a hose instead of a slit. My balls were aching for some relief. It had been 5 days since my time with Uncle Nick. I haven't jerked off once.

Just processing all I learned about his relationship with my dad. It didn't bother me and every day I was more okay with the whole thing. I opened the door and exited the bathroom completely naked and hard, holding my dad's jock. I headed toward my room to get dressed and the phone rang. I turned right instead of left and went into my parents' room to answer the phone. Dad was in the bathroom with the door open just a crack. It was my mom.

"Oh hey mom. Nice to talk to you."

"Hi Ernie, my love. I miss you. How is everything there?"

"Oh, its all good mom. The storm just started about an hour ago. It's crazy. I was out for a run before it began. It was so humid."

"I'll bet." We continued to exchange pleasantries. She sounded really happy. I wonder if she would be so happy if she knew Uncle Nick sucked my cock last week.

"When are you coming home, mom? I'd like to spend some time with you before I head back to school."

"I know sweety, but Nana and Papa need me. You know I caught him out in the yard the other day, watering his garden buck naked! He could have gotten arrested."

"Come on, mom, you're making too big of a deal about things." I was talking about a lot more than her situation with Papa.

"I don't know, honey. Is your father home yet? He can't work in that weather."

"Yeah he's here. Let me get him for you." With that I walked over to the bathroom door and pushed it open. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was my monster of a dad, 6'4 250 pounds easy of pure strength, standing in the shower shaving down. He had no hair on his torso and had all his pubes shaved. "Uuhh... Dad. It's mom." and I approached to hand him the receiver. I couldn't believe my eyes. Every part of his body, every muscle, popped.

"Okay. Don't go too far," he whispered to me and took the phone from me. I nodded.

"Close the door," he barked. "Hey Marie. How's my love?" I closed the door and went to my room. I still had his jock in my hand. I hung it on my closet door knob and went to my dresser and pulled on a pair of all white Jockey briefs. I looked at myself in the mirror. My cock was noticeably heavy. The loud thunder clap shook the windows and the wind threatened the integrity of the glass. The rain hitting the window was intense. I still looked at myself. I liked the way my balls stretched the briefs were almost see through. My shaft was clearly visible and pointed at 9 pm. I heard my dad raising his voice. He was clearly frustrated. "Do what you want!" and he slammed down the phone.

A second later his door flung open and he was in the hallway headed to my room. Still naked and now his torso was mostly shaved. I imagined it was hard for a big bulky guy to reach everywhere he needed to reach. "Come on. I need your help." he said going into the bathroom. He stepped into the shower and said, "Can you help clean me up? Now I know why I don't shave my body. I need you to get my back." I took the razor from him and went to work on his back. Starting from the top down to his massive glutes. This man, in his late 40s, who never went to the gym and barely worked out at home, had massive thighs and glutes from bending, squatting and lifting heavy shit at his job nearly every day of his life. He had rugby legs. I let the trimmer do the work and I methodically uncovered every inch of his expansive back. He let out a hearty sigh.

"Sorry dad. I know you're stressed about mom. I can tell." I buzzed his triceps which were always taught and defined. I stood back and admired my work. "Turn to the side and lift your arm. Let me clean up some of the spots you missed."

"Yeah, I couldn't get everywhere for some reason. Too hard to change the angle of the razor."

"I got you. It's easier with help."

"You're mom is unhappy with me to say the least. She is making a mountain out of a mole hill."

"I know, Dad. I agree."

"What do you know? His deep blue eyes locked onto mine. "Exactly what do you know."

"Uncle Nick told me. He told me everything. Turn and face me. Lift your arms." I started trimming around his pecs. He missed patches of hair every where. Another slow, rumbling boom starting. Boom, BOOM! I shaved his belly too, right down to his impressive man root. I thought about grabbing his shaft and pulling the skin, like I did when I shaved my own, but I didn't.

"What did he tell you? What do you know?" His tone was getting deeper and more serious.

" I know it all, Dad. How you guys jerk off together and stuff. I don't think its a big deal at all."

"Whoa... what? How did that come up? When?" I told him the story from start to finish. Well, almost. I left off the part when Uncle Nick blew me. He was quiet. I finished the trim job. We stood in my shower, just staring at each other. Me in my Jockey briefs, him completely nude and shaved smooth. He looked away in shame.

"Dad. It's cool. I am good with it and I think mom is over reacting." I put a hand on his shoulder. "It's cool. All men do it. Why not together?"

"Yeah that's the way I see it. I didn't cheat on her with another woman. It was Nick for Christ's sake. We just helped each other. And, my whole life I had to be cursed with this monstrosity that no woman could take. You know what that's like? Many men think this is blessing but I say its clearly a curse." He was referencing his massive cock. "Your mom is so small I could seriously hurt her."

"Dad, I get it. You're huge." I said, looking down at his cock. It looked even bigger without hair. "There are two sides to every situation."

"That's very mature of you to realize that. You must be learning something in that school of yours." He grabbed the back of neck and pulled my head to his. Our foreheads touched. I was looking down at his manhood.

"It's cool. And dad, you gotta trim your balls, too. It looks ridiculous." He had big tufts of hair sticking out of the crevasse formed between his legs and his sack.

"Oye... I never should have started this."

"You'll like the way that feels, Dad. Promise." And with that I left the bathroom and went to my room to lay down. It struck me that I was being so much more forward with him than I would have been two weeks ago. My time with Uncle Nick really changed me. I could hear the buzzer and I could hear him groaning and breathing loudly. After a few minutes of that he was in my doorway, showing me his bald junk.

"Better?" He asked.

I inspected his smooth balls and nodded. "Better." I saw him look over at his jock.

"Oh did you wash this?" He took it off the doorknob and flung it around his finger.

"Yeah, I did. That's why its wet this time. I still can't believe that fits you."

"Oh it does. Watch." He stepped into his jock and pulled it up. The top of the pouch barely covered the root of his cock. The elastic pouch material was stretched to the limit across his ball sack and the straps looked like dental floss against his massive frame. The waist band and leg straps nearly disappeared under the voluminous ass cheeks. I am pretty sure a jock was not made to fit like that.

"Come on, man. Barely. That barely fits you." I laughed through that response.

"What do you know." Then there was an excessively loud thunder boom. A loud clap, Louder than all the others. There was also a crashing sound from the other end of the house. I jumped up and we both ran down the hall. A massive tree came down and landed across our deck. It did no significant damage but some pretty big branches were pressing up our sliding glass doors.

"Holy shit!' My dad barked and we ran toward the door to inspect it closer. The wind and the rain were shifting the branches every minute or so.

"We gotta get those branches away from the door. They could crash through any minute." He gently opened the door just enough to squeeze his body through. I fit through no problem. The rain was coming down hard and we were soaked instantly. Thankfully it was still pretty warm. We assessed the situation quickly and got to work.

In his bare feet and soaking wet jock, my dad hopped over the trunk and crouched down to lift. I grabbed the trunk just opposite from him. "Let's just pull this back and get it off the deck."

"Got it!" I braced myself, ready to lift with the legs. "Ready!" I yelled.

"One, two, three..." and dad flexed every muscle in his body. I did the same. We moved it pretty effortlessly and dragged it onto the warm wet grass that I just cut the day before. We got it about 10 feet from the deck. A solid move. Then Dad dropped his side a second earlier than I dropped mine, and I lost my balance. I fell back and was instantly covered in wet grass. Dad had a hardy laugh at my expense.

I thought he was coming over to help me up, but instead he came at me, diving on me and we started wrestling on the wet grass, covered in grass clippings, and pouring rain. The sky was as black as night, even though it was only about 10 a. m. Lightening was flashing even without thunder, and then the thunder would get caught up and every molecule would vibrate.

I was now wrestling with my dad, who had 50 pounds on me and 27 years of muscle. He was wearing only a jock, and I was in my white Jockey briefs. Not much coverage for either of us. We had both trimmed down completely so it was skin to skin, muscle to muscle, man to man.

He was strong for sure, but I was able to keep it interesting. I was scrappy for my size. I barely noticed that I was rock hard. What's more, I barely noticed that Dad was also rock hard. We both stood in a grappling pose, ready to go at it. We both had big smiles on our faces, but we made it look like we were growling at each other like animals. It was all in good fun.

For some reason, I wasn't at all embarrassed about my hard-on. It was kind of freeing. I was having an amazing experience with my dad, wrestling during a hurricane! I mean, who does that? And if this happened a month ago I would have went inside the house and hid in my room and beat off alone. Then later I would pretend nothing happened. Now, given everything I knew, I couldn't have not stayed. I didn't care. It was wonderful. I dove across the lawn and threw my body across his. We both fell to ground with me on top.

His arm was between my legs and I instantly felt his big paw grab the back of my briefs. With a whole handful of my briefs, and his other hand on my chest. He lifted me off of him. He let out a "Yaaarr" at the same time as a thunder boom. Since he was tugging on the back of my briefs, the front came way down below my balls and my raging hard-on sprung free. Dad threw me forward, off of his chest. He held on to my briefs as best he could and they came down even further. I was now naked, rock hard, and laying across my father's legs. I looked toward him and saw the stuffed and strained jockstrap pouch. Before I could stop myself I reached up and grabbed the jock from the bottom, where the pouch is sewn to the leg straps. With all my might I pulled it down. I yelled, "This is TOO SMALL!!" His boner sprang free and I heard the slab of meat spring back and slap into his belly. I held the straps tight and rolled my body off his legs down toward his feet and on to the lawn. I lay on the grass on my back looking up at the storm clouds. spread eagle, completely hairless, clutching my dad's jock.

To my left I could see my dad's size 14 feet. It was too dark to see past them. I got up on all fours, and I could see my dad lying there, looking up at clouds and he was slowly jerking his cock. I crawled up and laid next to him and slowly jerked my own cock. He looked over at me and we locked eyes. "I need this," he said in a growly whisper. Then I closed my eyes and stroked harder. I opened them again to see that he was matching my pace. I was working my head with one hand and tugging on my balls with the other. My dad had a similar style. Isn't that interesting?

I saw him start to thrust his hips some, grinding them against the stormy sky. I did too, and I called out. "Aaaagh. I'm gonna cum!!" And dad let out a loud growl. We both exhaled hard as our cum simultaneously shot from our cocks as the thunder boomed from above. We each finished by stroking our shafts.

"I don't know about you, but, man. I needed that." Dad said to me as we lay side by side in the rain. Enjoying the moment.

"Dad, more than you'll ever know." I said. Then we heard the back door open and Uncle Nick was standing on the deck. "Huh? Everything okay out here?" He took in the site of our naked muscular, completely smooth frames, laying on the lawn. He knew what happened. The three of us were here now. It was the perfect storm.

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