The Hideaway

Author’s note: If you’re looking for a quickie, this may not be your cup of tea. If you need to get straight to the exciting stuff, it starts about a quarter of the way in, after the swimming. But I hope you stay to enjoy the slow simmering build up as well, to me that’s half the fun…

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When I woke up Friday morning, I had a hard time believing what had happened last night wasn't a dream. I lay in bed getting instantly hard thinking about having my dad trapped naked under the blanket, and only grew harder remembering his revenge. I just hoped it wouldn't make things weird between us, now that the heat of the moment was over and the light of another day had come.

I got up and walked out to the kitchen in my boxer briefs. The coffee pot was full, and a mug sat in front of it with a note leaned against it. Fearing an apology or a guilt filled explanation, I prepared my coffee before sitting to read it.

Arthur,

Sorry I had to run off early this morning. Maybe we can plan to go out someplace for dinner tonight, if you're free. I can meet you after school's out and we can choose a spot. I'd love to chat more.

Love you,

Dad.

I had a quick breakfast and got my stuff together for school. It was going to be a long day, but dinner with Dad was something nice to look forward to. I had a few things I'd love to chat about myself, and it was tough concentrating on classes with daydreams about what might be on Dad's mind for tonight. The day was a scorcher, making me wish the classrooms were air conditioned, not just the offices. By the end of the day, I was looking forward to a nice, cool shower.

Dad was waiting for me in my office. He was dressed formally in a shirt and tie with a nice suit coat, so I figured he had something fancy in mind. My school attire was similarly professional, though my suit jacket was a little more casual, with elbow patches giving me a professorly vibe.

He stood when I came in and gave me a bear hug -- it was the first contact we'd had since last night, and it felt good to be on normal footing with him. We both were a little shy with eye contact, though.

"Do you need anything from home?" he asked, while I organized my desk and backpack for the weekend. I considered a quick stop for a shower, but my stomach growled in response.

"No, I'm good. I'm starving though, do you have a place picked out for dinner?"

"I do, but it's a bit of a drive. Think you'll be able to make it without trying to eat me on the way?"

I promised to behave if he agreed to get us an appetizer, then grabbed my bag and followed him out to the parking lot.

"So where are we going?" I asked, settling into the passenger seat after tossing my bag in the back seat.

"I thought I'd keep it a surprise," he smiled, raising his eyebrows impishly.

As he drove out of town, I loosened my tie and adjusted the seat to maximum leg room and recline. It was nice having Dad drive, taking me back to my childhood days. He was heading out to the nearby city where we did most of our shopping. We chatted a little, but seemed to have reached an unspoken agreement: wait till dinner to discuss what had happened last night.

I relaxed back into my seat, interlacing my fingers over my belly and closing my eyes. Blood started to flow into my penis knowing my body's profile was on full display for my dad. I fought the urge to readjust, to hide anything that might be growing, and instead let the delicious feeling of a growing erection meld with the thought of what Dad might actually think if he glanced over and saw a tent growing in my pants. I felt the shifts in fabric as my penis thickened and started to grow, the head turning over and the underside brushing along the underwear that was holding it down. When it was fully grown, I gave it a final little flex to stiffen it completely, and from what I could imagine it was tenting the fabric of my pants noticeably. Dad maintained his silence as we drove on, and I let my mind wander and doze.

Eventually the car slowed and turned onto a gravel road. I sat up and raised the seat back upright. The sun was getting lower behind us, and we had turned off the main road before getting to the city. The road climbed and wound back on itself into steeper forested hills. A few minutes later the land flattened, the woods thinned out, and the Hideaway came into view on the other side of a wide valley. It was half a mile away, surrounded by rolling hills and scrub forest.

I whistled. "When you mentioned a night out at the Hideaway, I didn't think it would be so soon."

"You don't mind, do you?" He looked at me earnestly.

"No, this is great! I only wish I had brought a swimsuit; I love the pool here."

He smiled knowingly. "Well, I did sneak into your room to grab your bathing suit just in case, so we're covered there. As long as you don't mind being out late tonight."

"Sweet!" I enthused. I got out and stretched. It was a perfect evening, thin clouds scudding across the slowly deepening blue sky, heat rising in waves off the asphalt. School had been especially busy, but I had finished some big projects and had nothing big coming up, so I didn't have any work to make up on Saturday.

I put my arm around Dad as we walked across the parking lot. "You couldn't have picked a better night for this."

As we approached the front door Dad took my shoulder and turned me to face him, reaching up to readjust my tie that I had loosened in the car. "It's been a while since last time we were here, eh big boy?" He smiled and adjusted my suit coat, then led the way inside.

Dinner was the best I'd had in years. As promised, Dad got us an appetizer to split. We made small talk about our days until it came, then Dad broached the subject of what had happened last night.

"I had a real fun time with our little game last night," he started. "I just wanted to check and make sure you were all right with it."

"Oh goodness, yes," I assured him. "I had a great time too. But to be honest I was worried it would get weird today."

Dad laughed. "Me too! I let my Little Head do the thinking for me, and that can lead to regrets when the morning comes. I planned tonight to make sure I hadn't ruined the good thing we've had living together this year. You're precious to me, and I would hate to make things uncomfortable."

"Not at all," I assured him. "If anything, it makes me feel more comfortable, talking about it."

Knowing that things were in the clear, I realized just how nervous I had been all day. I settled in to enjoy the rest of the evening, looking forward to a leisurely meal and a swim.

Dad got burnt end spare ribs, and insisted that I get steak. I am no wine expert, but what we had with the meal was spectacular. It warmed me and I felt confident enough to bring up some of the questions left un-answered from last night.

"So Dad, you brought up some things last night that got me curious, are you OK if I ask a question?"

"Of course." He set down his napkin and took a sip of the wine, leaning in to be fully engaged.

"You mentioned at one point that you had stopped taking showers with me as a kid, but didn't say why."

Dad blushed and looked down at his plate, adjusting his wine glass on the table and wiping his mouth with his napkin.

"I did agree to tell you about that, and that's partly why I wanted to take you out to dinner here and have a man-to-man chat, like we did back when you turned thirteen. It's just always harder than you would think talking about these things."

He was looking down, his face still red, and I realized how tough this was for him. I was flooded with love for him all over, and reached out to cover his hand with my own, giving it a brief squeeze. He looked up and smiled at me, then took a deep breath.

"Well, when you were little your mom and I always used to take turns giving you baths. But at some point, you wanted to start taking showers, so the responsibility switched over to me.

"This delighted you, and I'll admit it was fun for me as well. I guess grown men like playing with toys in the shower just as much as little boys do. So, we started a new routine, and after playing with toys for a bit I would soap myself up and then soap you up. I'd wash myself completely, then wash you up."

I was feeling movement in my underwear again as Dad described the scene, and I noticed Dad was a little red in the face as well.

"Eventually, you wanted to start washing yourself, so we would each use our own face clothes, and I would walk you through it, body part by body part. It was around this time that you started to get curious about my body, and you would ask things about my, you know... (my penis)" he whispered.

"Your what?" I asked in my normal voice, pretending not to hear.

"My penis," he said.

"I know," I laughed, "I just wanted to make you say it louder."

Dad chortled, then swatted me with his napkin, clearing his throat and getting his composure back.

"Anyway, you would want to know why mine had hair on it, or why mommy didn't have one, the usual stuff. So, our showers became a time for you to ask those kinds of questions too. Of course, sometimes little boys get erections, which had happened to you in the bath plenty, and your mom used to joke with me about it, but you had never noticed. But now in the showers you started to take notice of it when it happened, and at one point you asked me if my penis ever got hard."

I had seen the waiter coming up behind Dad at this point and tried to tilt my head and raise my eyebrows to warn Dad of his approach, but Dad didn't pick up in time. The waiter arrived just as Dad was saying "... if my penis ever got hard."

Dad saw him arrive at his side just as the words came out, and I don't think I had ever seen him turn so red so quickly. I cleared my throat to try to cover it up, and the waiter made a manly effort at pretending he hadn't heard, but his pink face and poorly hidden grin made it obvious he had. Still, he was able to describe the desert special without any unseemly giggles.

Dad was having a harder time of it, beet red throughout the dessert recital and totally unable to make eye contact with me or the waiter. When the waiter asked if he would like anything, my dad forced himself to meet his eye, but immediately snorted in embarrassed laughter, then descended into a fit of giggles. He covered his mouth with his napkin, and was able to compose himself just enough to say "Sorry!" before falling into a giggle fit again. He lowered his head and gave up, snorting and giggling into his hands.

I forced myself to hold it together long enough to order for both of us, and of course I ordered the Cannoli, always a favorite here. Giving the waiter an impish smile, I asked him to make sure my dad's cannoli was nice and hard. He nodded, before rushing away pink faced to deliver our orders to the kitchen, and probably share with them the conversation he had walked in on. I swatted Dad with my napkin as he settled down, recovering now that the waiter had left.

"Real mature, Dad," I ribbed him, "can't even say 'penis' without giggling like a ten-year-old."

He shook his head and took some deep breaths to recover, his face still pink with embarrassment.

Dying to get back to the story, I pressed Dad to continue. "So, I asked if you ever got a boner. What did you say?"

"Well, you were still real little, too young for a description of the birds and the bees. I'm not sure exactly what I said, but I admitted that it got hard too, and that yours would get bigger as you got older and get hair on it too. You of course wanted to see mine get hard, but I said that as you get older that kind of thing is private. 'Even with family?' you asked. 'Yes, even with family.'

"The next time we showered you asked if you could touch my penis. I was trying to be as natural and normal as I could, and didn't want you to feel like you had to be ashamed of asking. Yet at the same time, your question had sent an electric jolt through that area, and I felt an erection coming on fast. That in itself caused me to panic, and I said no, that wouldn't be appropriate, knowing I didn't want to get an erection while you were touching it. Turning the water cold was the only thing that saved me getting an erection that time, which made us both hop around shrieking until the water got warm again. It was enough to keep me soft, though.

"Every time we showered now you would come back to these types of questions, and I could feel you watching my... penis... all the time, probably hoping to catch it getting hard. The thing was, now that I was thinking about it too, it was starting to grow a little just from having your undivided attention all the time. I was struggling not to let it grow, and it was starting to be a losing battle. I actually took to masturbating right before our showers, hoping my refractory period would kick in and keep it soft, but even that wasn't fully effective, and I found myself rushing through the end of the shower hunched over hoping you wouldn't notice anything growing down there. Once I was out and drying off, and could cover it up with a towel, things would settle down, but eventually I made up my mind that you would just have to start showering on your own; I couldn't trust myself not to spring a woody."

I pictured my dad naked with me in the shower, with blood flowing inadvertently into his manhood while he tried his manly best to keep from getting an erection. It was a titillating thought.

"Trying not to get a boner never works for me," I confessed. "If anything, it makes it come on harder, so to speak, and faster."

"I know, same with me," Dad agreed. My dad and I were talking about getting erections - this was surreal. "You know, conversations like this are hard for me, but I know they're important, and I wish now we had had more of them while you were growing up. I feel that's one thing I would do differently if I could do it over, have more of these open conversations, maybe you would have felt more comfortable talking with me about these kinds of things."

It was true, I hadn't felt free to talk much about sexual things with Dad, and I had been too ashamed to bring things up, especially since a lot of my thoughts at that age were about men, not the usual girls that other boys my age were obsessed with. But I had never blamed Dad for that.

"In fact," Dad said, "I had another surprise, if you didn't already have plans for tomorrow."

"Nope, I'm free all weekend."

"Well, I talked with the front desk and they have plenty of rooms available. We could spend the weekend again, and maybe have some of those conversations I wasn't brave enough to have back then. If you're interested, that is."

"Of course!" I agreed.

"Great!" Dad looked genuinely pleased as well. "You know, the Perseids meteor shower is happening this weekend. If we stay up late enough, we should try to catch some of it."

The waiter returned with our desserts, and I broke into a fit of giggles when I saw what he was bringing. Dad turned to see what I was laughing at, and grinned, shaking his head as the waiter lowered our plates onto the table. Mine had a regular large cannoli lying flat, filled with cream, drizzled artfully with a crisscrossed lacing of dark chocolate and white chocolate.

Dad's cannoli was the same, only his had been propped up by something underneath it, causing it to rise upward at a jaunty angle. Whether by art or by coincidence, a small pool of white chocolate had formed under the tip of the raised end. When the waiter left, we both agreed he had earned himself a very large tip. That of course sent us into another paroxysm of giggles. We were acting like a couple of teenagers, and I was loving it.

When dinner was over, Dad went to the front desk to arrange for our room and get dinner put on the bill.

"I asked for the room we had last time," Dad confessed, "but it wasn't available. I got a bit of an upgrade though, one of the luxury suites."

"Mom's gonna flip out when she sees the bill."

Dad laughed mischievously. "It was her idea for me to take you out some weekend, so I can put that right back on her."

We went out to the car, as these luxury suites were all separate bungalows with their own parking reached by long paths through the woods. We rolled down the windows to let the warm are breath through the car as we wound along the packed dirt road.

We parked and Dad went to the trunk, pulling out a carry-on bag for each of us. I chuckled -- I guess he had gone on the assumption that I would be game to spend the night.

"Hope you don't mind: I packed some stuff for you, hoping you would be up to staying for the weekend."

"You know me too well," I smiled.

"Your bathing suit is in there as well. You wanna get changed here and walk back for a swim?"

I was looking forward to it very much, until I saw what Dad had grabbed for me. It wasn't his fault, I guess, how would he have known? But what he had grabbed was not something I had ever planned on wearing in to an actual pool. It was kind of a gag I had got for myself, a white speedo with a paw print in the Bear Pride colors. I had taken some pictures of myself with it, my body hair dripping after coming out of the shower, and loved to jerk off to them. But no -- not something I would ever have worn in public.

"Uhh.... Dad? Is this the only bathing suit you brought for me?"

"What do you mean, is that not it? I didn't see another one..."

"This was in my underwear drawer; my bathing suit is in my shorts drawer!"

"That's not a bathing suit?"

"Well, it is, just... I got it as a gag, not for actual swimming." I held it up for him, showing him the bear paw. "This is kind of a gay pride symbol."

He blushed at that. "Yeah, I kind of thought so, but I wasn't sure. I was going to ask about that later. Do you not want to wear it?"

I blushed, not wanting to hurt his feelings but not brave enough to openly wear a bear pride bathing suit in public. Especially with my dad. But he had prepared all this for me, I couldn't disappoint him.

"Let me see it," he reached for the bathing suit, held it up, turning it to look at both sides. "How about this," he offered. "You wear my bathing suit, and I'll wear this one."

"Dad, you can't wear that! Everyone will think..."

"What, that I'm gay? I think I can handle that. I know who turns me on and who doesn't; it won't bother me if some guy wants to feast their eyes on a manly specimen like me." He looked at me and smiled. Was that a hint of mischief in his eyes? Was he teasing me?

"Come on, let's get changed and walk down to the pool, we can rinse off at the waterfall." Dad found his bathing suit and handed it over, keeping mine for himself.

I can't remember getting undressed myself, but I can replay the scene of my dad getting undressed in minute detail, from the way his blue tie drifted in a river of silk to lay across the pillows of the bed, to the play of shadow over his chest hair as he pulled his undershirt over his head, the highlights in the backlit white hair of his armpit as his body eclipsed the lamp behind him before he lowered the shirt to let it fall to the floor. Shirtless he sat on the bed and bent over to untie his shoes, then pull off his dress socks. He stood, unbuckled his belt with two hands, framing his belly with masculine forearms, his belly button just visible peeking through the thick fur as his abdomen moved in response. He was looking down, concentrating on his own hands as he unbuckled his pants. He was not moving in slow motion, but it felt that way as his zipper lowered to reveal a triangle of shadowed white cotton, then he turned away and lowered his pants, revealing his bottom wrapped in the white cotton of his briefs, his solid, thick, muscular, fur covered, tantalizing legs appearing as the pants lowered until his feet stepped out and he lay his pants over the edge of the bed. Turning back to face me, yet not looking up, he lowered his underwear nonchalantly, stepping out of them and tossing them down on top of his socks.

I was falling behind and still getting my own socks off at this point, totally distracted by watching the sexiest strip tease imaginable, made twice as titillating by the fact that it was totally unconscious and unadorned.

"I'm gonna pee before putting this on," Dad said, and his naked form flowed by me leaving a wave of sexual heat washing over me in its wake. I had to catch my breath as I continued to undress myself, then pulled Dad's bathing suit on. I enjoyed the thought as the inside mesh cupped my genitals that the last genitals it had held were my father's. The shorts fit me perfectly. They were a pale sky blue with little cartoon clouds scattered around here and there, and a white tie crisscrossing the front to cinch them tight. They were a little on the short side, not like the long board shorts I favored for swimming, but they were not at all provocative, just maybe a little more playful than I had expected for my dad. I glanced in the mirror and enjoyed how they made me look manly and mature, yet still a little fun.

When my dad came out of the bathroom, I tried not to ogle too obviously. But he drew my attention with a little flourish of his arms and did a slow spin for me, allowing me to ogle him anyways.

It looked as amazing on him as I could have hoped in my wildest dreams, and I instantly knew that I had to find some way to get a picture of him in them for myself. Unlike his bathing suit, the speedo had no mesh liner for modesty. Like a speedo it was skin tight around the hips and buttocks, but the pouch in front was just loose enough that Dad's genitals were not squished flat against his body, but held tantalizingly out from his body, the shadows contrasting against the white fabric to make his phallic outlines obvious. I could see that he had pushed the soft thick flesh of his penis sideways, pointing to his right hip, and his testicles were hugged by the fabric like another snug white scrotum. Unlike the standard speedo it had just a hint of leg material, making it look a little like very short boxer briefs. The whole front was white, with a row of brown and tan stripes going straight down his right hip. And opposite that, on his left hip wrapping around to the left buttock, was a large clawed bear paw.

We each took a towel from the stack in the bathroom and walked out into the darkening evening. The overall effect of seeing my dad in that speedo was almost more than I could take, and I was fully erect before we even walked out the door. His thick white chest and belly fur matched the speedo, and the brown and tan highlights and paw made him a top pick for any Bear magazine out there. I had my phone with me to ensure getting a pic with the two of us in all our bearish glory.

The evening was hot enough that we were both looking forward to cooling off in the water. The clouds had disappeared completely, and the stars were starting to come out. The waxing sliver of a crescent moon was already close to setting; it would be a great night for stargazing.

We swam and lazed around in the pool for a good hour. There were several couples and even a few families who must be staying the night. I noticed a good number of eyes following Dad around, and could see that one of the family dads kept looking our way and checking dad out. Maybe he knew what the bear paw meant.

At one point that dad came over and chatted with us for a bit, and I could tell he enjoyed looking at the two of us. I fetched my phone and asked if he would mind getting a picture of us. I was hard in my bathing suit and hoped it would show, and hoped Dad's manhood was visible in some form for the picture as well. I snugged up next to him with my arm around his waist, and he hung his arm comfortably around my shoulders. When we were ready to leave, we rinsed off in the manmade waterfall and dried off.

Walking back, I put my arm around Dad and hugged him to me. "This is great, Dad."

He hugged me back and we walked like that up the path to our bungalow. The entrance was lit by a pair of iron lamp posts, and we took a few selfies sitting there on a low stone wall. I was sure to get our bathing suits in the shots for maximum exposure. I even convinced him to let me take a few shots of him modeling my speedo at the front door. He of course insisted on getting a few shots of me modeling his bathing suit. Yes, I would have ample material for fantasy viewing.

Back inside, Dad doffed his speedo and hung it on a towel rack to dry. "I'm heading into the shower. We can soak in the hot tub out back later and maybe catch some shooting stars."

He walked into the bathroom and I peeled my trunks off, hanging them next to my speedo. Naked, I puttered for a minute, grabbing my clothes off the floor, folding and stacking my socks on top of my underwear, my shirt on top of my pants, lining up my shoes beside the bed. I did the same to dad's clothes, stacking his on the bedside table, his tie folded on top. I was stalling, I realized.

I heard the water come on in the shower, and now I stood naked in the middle of the room, irresolute. I adjusted my soft penis, unsticking skin still damp from the pool and bathing suit.

"You coming in?" called my dad. I took a deep breath.

There was no door on the bathroom, but a large arch leading into a kind of bathing suite with a wide-open plan. A water closet was closed off by a sort of greenhouse looking glass wall with plants hanging randomly giving a little privacy but allowing partial views of the toilet. Almost half of the room was made up of the bathing area, with a wall to ceiling sliding glass partition giving no privacy but keeping the steamy air inside. One side of this was taken up by a huge shower area with an oversized rainfall style shower head, the other side with a jacuzzi. Dad was getting the temperature right with one hand stretched out under the water. The sight reminded me of when I had walked in on Russ showering at the gym.

"They've really ramped this place up since we were here last; what was that, almost 15 years ago?"

"I know," I agreed. "And I thought it was the fanciest luxury hotel even back then."

Satisfied, my dad stepped under the shower and beckoned me in. I stepped in next to him; there was enough room for both of us without jostling elbows. We didn't even have to turn in circles to soak our whole bodies. It was like being in a warm summer rain shower.

Dad wasn't averting his eyes or turning away, and seemed completely at ease looking me over. It took a concerted effort, but I did the same, allowing my curiosity to take over, drinking in the first extended viewing of my dad's fully naked body, at least that I could remember. We openly watched each other spreading the water through our fur, bending over and exposing all of ourselves to the warm rain from the luxurious shower head.

I compared what I saw with what I had seen of John and Russ, and Dad's body was not lacking in any manner in the comparison. He was really a combination of the two, blending all their best parts and making them even, in my opinion, better and more masculine. His body hair was like a polar bear's version of John's brown bear pelt, pure white giving way to blond on his arms and legs, his beard mostly white with some hints of blond still visible in his hair, mustache, and under his lower lip.

He was not quite as large as either John or Russ, even with me in height and in a little better shape -- a little less of a beer belly, more compact but still a perfectly rounded armful. And his genitals were probably the most perfect of all of ours combined. Looking at them an idea began to form in my mind, and before I could overthink it or chicken out, I spoke.

"So, I know it's been a while since the first time I asked, but..." I paused, not sure if I could go through with it.

"Would you like to touch my penis?"

I took a shuddering breath in and looked up at him. He was smiling a warm fatherly half smile, his cheeks chubbed up and his eyes relaxed. I wished I could have a video of him saying that, I would play it on an endless loop and be forever content.

"You don't mind?" I asked.

"No. Like I said, I want this weekend to be a time when you can ask anything, explore anything with me. I kind of feel like it will be a re-do of our visit here last time, only now with you as a young man, not a kid."

He was facing me, his arms out to his sides, relaxed. I reached down with my right hand and touched the underside of his penis with my curled forefinger, lifting it gently and letting it fall. It was soft, and the weight of the head let it fall back down to nestle against his scrotum.

"Well, you touched it," he said dryly, and his tone said I could probably do better. He put his hands on his hips and spread his feet apart just a little bit, indicating he was patiently available. The warm shower continued to rain gently over us.

I took him up on the implied offer, squatting in front of him to get a better view and better access. I curled my fingers under the length of his flaccid shaft so that it lay there flat on my fingers. I wiggled them slightly to settle the weight in my hand, my index finger against his scrotum and the head of his penis just laying over my pinky finger. I curled the fingers around it and felt the texture of his skin, gently squeezed it to feel the girth and sponginess. It was still completely soft, but as I held it there, I thought I could feel the beginnings of inflation. Using my thumb I wrapped my hand completely around his penis, and squeezed a little more to test if I was right. I heard Dad take a deep shuddering breath.

I looked up and he was staring off into space with his mouth slightly open, but when he noticed he looked down at me and smiled. I looked back down and let his penis drop again against his balls, and this time it stood out ever so slightly, just noticeably thicker than it had been.

His penis was thick like Russ', and a bit longer than mine. His pink head matched his pink shaft, and the pink skin of his scrotum showed through as the thick white fur soaked through and laid flat. The skin was loose with the warmth of the water. His testicles looked heavy and thick, just lower than the tip of his penis as it hung there, water dripping off in small rivulets.

Now that I had felt it, I wanted to see it grow. With my left hand I reached under his scrotum, wiggling the fingers back and forth and brushing the skin there, then adding some pressure, enough to move the loose skin around and feel the testicles themselves. It was not lost on me that I was playing with the organs that had borne the seed that made me. And now I watched, entranced, as my dad's organ of reproduction grew slowly to its fully erect potential. Fondling his balls in their soft pouch I watched as the head of his penis thickened, then started pointing further forward pulse by pulse. The shaft itself was thick and getting stiffer, raising the head up now by degrees. It stalled when it was pointing straight out away from his body. With my right hand I reached up with my index finger and traced a line along the underside of his penis, from scrotum to glans, and Dad gasped in delight, raising up on his toes and flexing his leg muscles, his fully erect penis jumping up to full attention where it stayed, now pointing just slightly upward, bouncing as he dropped back onto his heels.

I stood up. "Well, I guess I got my answer to whether your penis ever gets hard."

Dad put his hands behind his head and stretched, raising his face to let the water flow over it.

"It's been a while since I got to wash you up in the shower," he said, smiling hopefully. "How about it?"

I could hardly believe this was actually happening. "Sure!"

There was a wooden stool in one corner. Dad brought it over and had me sit in the center of the rain shower. He pumped some shampoo into his hands and spread it through my hair, ruffling it gently with both hands, standing behind me. Then he did the same with my beard. It was a strangely beautiful feeling having someone run their fingers through my beard, something I had never experienced. Normally having Dad's penis brushing against my back would have been at the center of my attention, but the feeling of his fingers weaving through my beard and massaging my face was so wonderful I hardly noticed anything else. Dad stepped back and let the water flow over me, rinsing the shampoo off his hands, then rinsing my hair and beard as well.

I started to stand, but Dad directed me to stay seated, and pumped body wash into his hands. He coated my chest and belly with it still standing behind me, then gently pulled my shoulders back, having me lean back against him. I let out a soft moan of pleasure as he started to run his hands across my chest. I noticed his penis had become soft, and I could feel it pressed back between my body and his, feel his testicles as well behind it. My dad was soaping up my stomach now, reaching forward all the way to the bottom where it curved down to my waist, then drawing back in slow circles coating all of me in suds. His hands passing over my nipples caused a shiver, but he was not purposefully playing with them or trying to arouse me. His soft genitals were testament to the fact that he was performing a loving task for his son, not playing an erotic game.

That did not change the fact that his ministrations were sending a heat wave of blood to my own loins. My balls seemed to squirm with pleasure in my scrotum, and my penis was filling fast. My dad spread his fingers through my chest fur in much the way he had through my beard and hair, and suddenly I felt an orgasm grow and bloom before I even realized I was fully aroused. Semen started pumping out of my penis and I half sat up in surprise, but Dad kept his hands on my chest, holding me back against him and watching as my orgasm flowed through and out of me. I didn't shoot far, as I wasn't even fully erect when I had started ejaculating, something I had not even known could happen, but there it was, semen flowing out to pool on the tiles between my feet.

"I'll clean that up" said Dad, holding me gently. "Just let me finish with you first."

As my dad finished lathering up my belly and chest, my penis gave a few more soft twitches. I watched it sticking up between my legs, still not fully erect. It was still strange not trying to hide this obvious sexual arousal from sight. Dad had me sit forward while he soaped up my back. I tucked my feet back to the sides of the stool, and as he washed me, I watched my semen and the soapy water slowly being rinsed toward the drain. I wasn't thinking much, just enjoying my dad washing and massaging my back, reaching under my arms to include my flanks and hips.

"Raise your arms up for me," he said, and I interlaced my fingers over my head while he soaped up my armpits and the undersides of my arms. I giggled a little as he massaged his fingers in my armpits, washing the hair there. Stepping to my sides he took each arm and washed it. I giggled again as he washed my hands, surprised to find the palms of my hands to be ticklish too.

"Stand up and I'll get your legs."

Dad used his feet to make sure all my semen was washed down the drain. After getting another handful of soap he squatted in front of me and proceeded to wash my legs from top to bottom. I parted my legs slightly to give him room to get all the way up between them. I'm not sure how I managed to stay soft during this part, but when he reached up and spread soap through my pubic hair, my penis was cutely nestled just over my scrotum. Beyond that I could see my dad's manhood where he squatted below me, and it was poking slightly outward. As he washed my pubic hair and then started washing my scrotum, I saw his penis growing outward and stiffening.

My penis had lengthened in response to all the attention to my scrotum, but remained soft. Dad wrapped his hand around it, soaping up the length with a few squeezes, then tugging at it gently, drawing a yelp out of me as I squirmed to pull it free. It was fully sensitive after my recent orgasm.

"Just let me finish here," Dad laughed and grabbed it again. A few more gentle soapy tugs made me shudder but I resisted pulling away. I could see between his legs his own penis was at full erection, waving back and forth lewdly with each movement. Mine was just starting to plump up again in response to its latest stimulation.

Dad stood to relieve the stress on his knees, shaking his feet alternately to loosen his legs. "Turn around and I'll get your backside."

"Looks like washing me still has the same effect on you as it used to," I said, reaching down and playfully giving his stiff penis a gentle swat, sending it on a quick arc left and right before standing at attention again. I turned around quickly.

"You little brat," he laughed, and swatted my backside -- playfully, but not quite gently. "Now bend over. Lean on the stool, if you want."

I did so, and Dad spread soap over my whole bottom, from lower back to upper thighs. "Spread your legs a little." He reached between them and washed from the backside of my scrotum up until he reached my butt crack. Then he washed both cheeks, his thumbs reaching tantalizingly between the cheeks but not enough to brush my anus. He ran his hand up inside the crack, gently scrubbing up and down from top to bottom and side to side, using his fingers and cleaning my anus along the way. I took a deep shuddering breath.

"Stay there for a second," he said, letting the water run over my back and down across my butt, rinsing all the soap away including between my buttocks. I saw through my legs that he had crouched behind me, and he reached forward, placing his hands on each butt cheek.

"It just occurred to me that there's still one part of you I've never seen before," his thumbs positioned themselves together at my crack, "even after all these years." He slowly drew my cheeks apart, and I felt the air on my hole, felt a little stretch there as he pulled my cheeks open. I was breathing heavily now at the sexual tension Dad's actions were creating: no longer just a simple bathing ritual, but a clear act of enjoying an intimate view of his son's body. He held my cheeks open while the warm water ran down over my whole body, sending random rivulets to pass tantalizingly over my most intimate and private parts. I could feel my dad's gaze, felt my anus twitch a few times as it was stimulated, and my fully erect penis twitched with it below my stomach.

"Do you mind if I touch it?" he asked, and my penis jumped hard in surprise at the suggestion.

"Sure," I said, and time seemed to slow down. I forced myself to relax, and felt my anus loosen up. I imagined a little rosebud spreading slightly while my dad watched it. Readjusting his right hand, my cheeks were spread again, and after a few long seconds I felt the lightest brush of a finger across the sensitive tissue. I gasped at the intimate thrill it sent through me, and my penis tensed fully along with my anus. After a few seconds I was able to relax all those muscles again and breathed deeply. My anus relaxed, opening its tight rosebud, and again I felt the light brush of my dad's index finger across the pink opening there. It tensed, and I focused on letting it relax as soon as I could. He repeated this little game with my back door a few more times, and I felt a small, brief flow of warm semen leak out like a mini-orgasm. He stopped, and I took a few shuddering breaths.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," Dad said with a chuckle.

I stood and stretched my arms out wide, then behind my head, rising up on my tippy toes for a whole-body stretch. I had never felt so relaxed being naked with another man.

"Well," Dad said, "bathing you is even more fun than it used to be. Would you like to return the favor?"

My dad sat on the stool. I repeated the same process he had followed, massaging his hair and beard with shampoo, then rinsing it out. I coated his chest and belly with body wash, and soaped up all his fur. Running my fingers through the fur coating his body was a delight greater than I could have imagined. I also enjoyed the intimacy of holding his body while I pressed my own body against his back. I was still not erect, not having fully recovered from my recent orgasm, and I savored the feel of my soft genitals pressing against his skin.

At one point he reached his arms up and back to caress my sides and hold me against him. I reached down to stroke his chest and ran my hands out to the sides of his chest, our arms intertwining, him holding my shoulders while my hands stroked his armpits.

He looked up at me, "I love you, Son."

"I love you too, Dad."

I bent down and tentatively brought my lips to his. He kissed me softly, brought his hands to my head and held me gently. My hands absently caressed his stomach. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was a moment that still glows in my memory: my first kiss.

I finished bathing my dad in the warm glow that comes after a very satisfying orgasm. We didn't talk much, but the conversation was gentle and comfortable. Dad stood up, and I gave his genitals the same treatment he had given mine, only he was already chubbed up pretty good when I soaped up his pubic hair, and became fully erect while I washed his scrotum. I made a sudsy tunnel of my hand for his erect penis to fit into, and we both laughed while I basically masturbated for him with soap. I left him hard and probably yearning, getting back to my feet and letting the water rinse his thick erection clean while I rinsed out his pubic hair and the fur coating his scrotum.

I had him lean on the stool while I washed his backside, marveling at the silky coating of white hair on his pink buttocks, thickening to a furry forest along his crack. I felt his crack as he had mine, sliding fingers across his hidden anus. Then, when the soap had all rinsed off, I spread his cheeks wide for my own first viewing of anyone's rose bud. I held his cheeks open for a long while just staring at that mesmerizing sight. I loved that it was a view of a part of my dad that only a rare few had ever seen.

Without asking I touched the soft, pink, wrinkled opening with my own index finger and saw it immediately cinch itself closed as he sucked in breath in response to my touch. It opened again after a few seconds of relaxation, and this time I massaged it a little, feeling the softness of the wrinkles and feeling the tightening of his sphincter under my finger as it closed. I left my finger there, noting the loosening again as it relaxed and feeling the texture of it, soft and pliable. I took my finger off and watched again as it briefly clenched at the sensation of the air, and now more quickly relaxing again.

Not really thinking about it, I gave in to a whim and pushed my face forward, pressing my bearded chin in against my dad's anus, my nose touching the top of his crack as I slid by beard downward across Dad's most intimate spot.

Dad yelped in surprise and his hands slipped; he lost his balance and sent the stool skidding to one side, falling to the floor with me on top of him. Laughing, we disentangled ourselves and helped each other back up.

"Sorry Dad, I probably should have asked first."

"No apologies necessary," he squeezed a shoulder. "Just a little warning next time; I did NOT see that coming."

"Me neither," I admitted.

"Well, that's what this weekend is about. I mean it when I say you're free to try anything."

We proceeded to rinse ourselves off, then went over to the dry area to grab some towels. Drying someone else off isn't as easy or efficient as drying yourself off, but we did anyway, wanting to complete the routine for each other. After the towels we finished with the hair dryer, fluffing each other's fur up with our free hand so that the recipient didn't have to lift a finger. We each bent over to let the other air dry between our butt cheeks and up between our legs.

It was nearing midnight when we walked back out to the main living area with its single king-sized bed. I followed him around the bed to stand in front of the double French doors looking out into the private, walled in courtyard with several trees and a large, in ground, stone rimmed hot tub.

I stepped behind my dad and put my hands on his shoulders, brushed them down the outside of his hairy arms. "Your body is really hot, Dad," I said, moving my hands to his back to run over the hair there, which was patchier than on his chest and belly, with some mostly hairless areas along his flanks and lower back, furring up again over his buttocks. I brushed it all, then stepped up close behind him and wrapped my arms around him. My chest and belly fur brushed against his fluffed up back hair as I settled against him, skin to skin. I turned my head to rest a cheek on his shoulder.

"I'm glad you like it, Son, because it's all yours for the weekend."

He let me brush my hands around his chest and stomach from behind, running my fingers through his fur. I settled my hands on the upper ledge of his stomach, and he placed his hands over mine, interlacing our fingers and pulling my arms tight around him in a close embrace.

My penis had been soft when I pressed against him, but the full body contact sent a rush of blood that way, and I could feel it chubbing up. The glans was pressed right against my dad's furry crack, and with nowhere to grow I could feel the shaft bending and thickening.

I tried to pull back but my dad held me there. "It's alright," he said, knowing my predicament. "Let it grow."

It was a different feeling, letting it grow thick and full, but not straight and stiff, the pressure of it pushing into his crack but unable to grow to its full length, its full erection stalled. After a minute Dad reached back between us with one hand and pushed my shaft downward, then drew us together again to let the full length of it nestle up against his crack. I clenched my butt muscles and felt it fully engorge, stiffening, the head pressing up against the bottom of my dad's bottom. It sent goose bumps across my whole body, and I shivered.

After a minute Dad let my hands go and I disentangled our arms. Moving to the side I stroked both his buttocks with my right palm, letting my fingers brush up and down his crack. He sighed.

"I've got to admit I've been pretty happy with my body all my life," Dad said, as I stood beside him. "And you're quite the specimen yourself, a whole lot like me in all the right places." He reached over and brushed my own buttocks in an echo of what I had just done.

I sidled up next to him, both of us sporting full erections, and put my arm around his waist. He put his around my shoulder, and we gazed out at the dark hills visible across the valley and the cloudless sky studded with late summer stars.

"The meteor shower will be getting better as the night goes on," Dad said. "We could start the weekend off with a video again, like we did when you were thirteen, then go soak in the hot tub and watch for shooting stars." We had done much the same during that other visit, though in our swim trunks. I was looking forward to being in there naked this time.

He walked over to his bag and rummaged through it. I felt butterflies stir in my stomach when I saw him pull out The Beauty of Life.

"Russ just watched this with his son a few months ago and they really liked it," he said. "We could watch it in here, then head to the hot tub."

"Sounds great," I agreed.

I sat in the love seat facing the huge TV screen and admired Dad's legs as he bent over to put in the DVD. He came back and sat next to me on my right and tucked up his leg like he likes to do. He scooched up next to me so our hips were touching and his left knee rested on top of my thigh. Then put his arm around me and turned on the TV.

Without an orgasm my erections usually take a while to settle down, but Dad's had already softened back up and lay cutely nestled over his scrotum, its head just peeking out of his snowy pubic hair. I lay one hand down on the inside of his thigh and ran my palm up and down from knee to groin a few times, enjoying the hair there like the comforting down of a teddy bear. As Dad was figuring out the remote, I brushed my fingers around his scrotum and enjoyed the different textures of the hair there and the bush surrounding his genitals. I pressed in feeling his testicles roll around freely in their loose sac, then moved on to feeling the texture of his penis, wanting to feel it as it grew erect.

"Not sure if I can figure out these controls if I can't concentrate," Dad mused, not sounding at all annoyed.

"Take your time," I said, "I can keep myself entertained while I wait."

Dad huffed, and I reached over with my other hand, holding his soft penis in one hand and tickling the fingers of my other hand down below his scrotum and along to where his butt crack disappeared underneath him.

"OK, you're gonna have to figure this out," Dad dropped the controller next to me. I continued my exploration, and felt his penis plumping up now that he wasn't distracted by setting up the video. I held it softly in my hand as it grew, savoring the texture as it thickened and stiffened, growing a little bit longer until it was fully hard. I placed a thumb and forefinger at the its base and pressed back towards its root, stretching the skin the way I liked so much for myself, and saw dad flex his pelvis muscles and arch his back in pleasure, letting a low rumble escape from his chest.

"OK, I think you're ready to watch now," I laughed, and picked up the controller, turning the TV and DVD player on and getting to the menu with no problem whatsoever.

"Brat," was all he had to say.

Watching the video with Dad was just as enjoyable as I could have hoped. I chuckled to myself remembering how I had fantasized about watching this with my dad in our underwear -- I hadn't aimed nearly high enough. I shared my attention half and half with the video and the parts of Dad's body that were easily accessible. I brushed a finger over his nipples until they were hard, combed my fingers through his beard and chest fur, and for a while just brushed my fingers up and down the inside of his thigh or outside of his leg and hip. In this way I kept him good and hard throughout the video.

At one point midway through my own penis softened, so Dad reached over and rolled my testicles around in my scrotum with the fingers of one hand, then grasped the base of my semi-soft penis with two fingers to wiggle and wave it around until it hardened up itself. He stretched the skin tight down to the base like I had, and almost caused an instant orgasm right then and there. After that the masturbation scene came on, followed by the men's ejaculations, so we both stayed hard till the end.

Dad turned off the TV when the credits started to roll. "Well, I can see why Russ and his boy liked that one so much. Quite a bit more exciting than the one we watched way back when."

"Yeah, plus we were wearing clothes, and this way is a lot more enjoyable." I brushed his nipple.

"I know," he laughed, "but look at the two of us, our members at full mast, and we're both even leaking a little. I don't know about you, but I hardly ever leak much pre-cum."

"Me neither," I admitted. "I don't remember the other video even mentioning masturbation, much less showing it. And seeing the guys ejaculating was something else. Which one was your favorite?"

"I think the last one," Dad said, "the one who looked most like you."

I chuckled, "Funny, same here. But I was thinking he was the one who looked most like YOU."

He ruffled my hair with his hand, "I know, we're two hot specimens, us two."

We stood and stretched, both of us raising hands high before lacing fingers behind our heads and stretching on our tippy toes. We both chuckled seeing each other follow the same routine, each with a full erection sticking out.

"I could definitely go for a soak in the hot tub," Dad said, lowering his arms, "how about you?"

"Absolutely, but I want to take care of something for you first." I looked down significantly at his erect penis.

Dad blushed. "Well, I won't stop you. I'm yours to command this weekend."

"Well, you go sit on the bed; I'll go out and start filling the tub."

It was a beautiful night, still warm but having cooled just enough that the hot tub would feel delicious. I turned the faucet to fully hot and caught the strong scent of sulfur, the water piped direct from the nearby hot springs. It was a very large tub, and would take a good ten minutes to fill up.

I had a giddy sensation in my belly walking back into the room where my dad sat on the edge of the bed, hands on his knees, with his erect phallus standing at full attention between his legs. All he was wearing was a slightly embarrassed smile, probably anticipating what his son was about to do for him.

I approached and stood between his knees, putting my hands gently on his shoulders. "Lay on back," I said, leaning forward to guide him back on the bed.

When he was on his back, he raised his arms up to lay above his head. This stretched his body out deliciously. His feet on the ground made his whole body extended -- his belly held upward by his arm position, his groin as exposed as it could be with his legs apart and stretched downward. His fully engorged penis stood pointing straight up at the ceiling out of a furry white bush, his testicles hanging low below it. I brushed my hands around the skin to either side of his pubic mound, enjoying the stretched and exposed skin over his hips and across the underside of his belly where his body hair was thinner. He moaned with pleasure.

"Can you scooch to the edge of the bed?" I requested.

When his butt was right at the edge, I had him lift his legs up. I helped him by pushing under his thighs once they were raised, and he grasped his own legs just below the knees. The backs of Dad's legs weren't quite as furry as the front, but his bottom was. I knelt below him at the foot of the bed, and pressed my palms into the bottom of his thighs, making his work easier for him. This separated his butt cheeks and opened up his crack to expose his rosebud to me for the second time that night. It was clean and dry now, a darker pink rose amid the pink skin of his bottom. It twitched once or twice from the exposure as I just watched.

Pushing a little higher with my hands lifted his butt up slightly as I pressed my face ever closer, until my nose was inches away and I caught the scent of my dad's skin -- clean but infused with a musk that was intoxicating.

"I can feel your breath there," my dad said, "its driving me crazy."

I could see the truth of this as his anus puckered occasionally, just from the erotic proximity of my face to his secret parts. I looked up to see his erection twitching in time with his anus. I stuck out my tongue and made one solid lick, covering his whole anus with my tongue, then drawing it upward to end just below the beginning of his scrotum. When my tongue touched his anus Dad actually whimpered, and I glanced up as I reached his perineum to see his penis fully flexed with a small flow of pre-cum making its way down the head, then dripping onto the white pubic fur below.

"If you keep that up," my dad growled, "you're gonna make me cum real fast." His voice was husky, and his heavy breathing wouldn't let him talk in complete sentences.

I kept it up a few more times, drawing more moans out of him, deeper and more growl-like after that initial whimper. I could tell he was getting close by his ragged breathing, but I wanted to have my hand around Dad's penis when he ejaculated. I let his left leg down with his foot resting on the ground, and kept his right leg up over my left shoulder, my left arm wrapped around his thigh to rest on his lower belly. My face maintained access to his perineum and scrotum, and I reached my right hand up to wrap it around the shaft of my dad's penis. I held it gently and slid my hand up and down the length to get a feel for all the skin, feeling the tight sponginess of his glans, the taut skin of his shaft and the soft, tight fullness of his erection.

I wrapped my left arm fully around his thigh to grasp the base of his penis and pull it taut, forming a ring with my right hand's fingers to pump up and down over the upper half of Dad's penis, focusing on stimulating his corona on every pass. I felt Dad's body squirming and his buttocks tightening, and I dove my face and beard into his nether regions, my beard rubbing his buttocks and perineum and my nose pressing into his scrotum between his testicles.

I breathed his scent in deep as he entered his orgasm. I could feel the spasming muscles at the root of his penis with the tip of my nose as he started to ejaculate, and could feel the pulsing flows of his semen as it rushed through his urethra under the thumb of my left hand. His hips were thrusting, his thigh pushing down on my shoulder as his pelvis rose and fell in time with his semen shooting out past my hand and up onto his chest and belly. Some of it got on my fingers and I continued to masturbate for him with his own seed for lubrication.

Dad's body shuddered as he reached the end of his orgasm. I spread my fingers around and coated my palm with his seed, then continued to masturbate for him, holding his penis steady with my other hand. His full body shudders increased as I continued to stimulate him past his completion, and he started to whimper again. Feeling wicked I made a fist and started to focus on the head of his penis, twisting back and forth, which made him kick his feet straight out to either side of me as his whole body stiffened with the overstimulation. After a few twists and tugs I relented, simply holding his tortured penis pointed straight up with my left hand at the base.

"Don't you dare stop," Dad growled, and I looked up in surprise to see him glaring down at me, up on his elbows.

Without thinking I wrapped my hand around his penis again, noting that it was slightly more pliable now, the head not as fully engorged. I started pumping again, enjoying the sensation of his soft erection sliding through my hand. Dad's legs shot out again to either side of me, hovering in the air off the edge of the bed, as I squeezed his penis in my fist and pumped up and down hard.

Dad's head was flung back again against the bed, just visible above his heaving belly. His eyes were clenched tight, the bright red of his face accented by the surrounding white of his beard. His arms were flung out wide with clenched fists. He had asked for this, and I was determined to maximize his pleasure from it. I twisted my fist back and forth around the head of his penis, his semen beginning to froth into white foam. With my other hand I scooped some semen off his belly and started alternating fists -- a few twists with my right, a few with my left, and Dad shook back and forth above me, his breath coming in gasps. His head had become fully engorged again, and the shaft was as erect as ever, possibly even harder than before.

Reaching my left hand underneath his bottom I used the lubrication of Dad's ejaculate to slide a finger up between his cheeks to find his hole. I searched around with the tip of my middle finger while pumping hard on his penis with my other hand. When I found his hole I rubbed around the edges, then moved in and pushed at the center.

My dad clenched his legs and butt cheeks tight, trapping my finger there, then suddenly bent his knees and drew them up in the air toward his belly. Without warning my finger slipped right inside, all the way up to my second knuckle. Before my shock could fully register, I felt my dad's penis stiffening and he yelled as a second orgasm took him over. He shot his second load of semen out through my hand and up onto his belly. My middle finger, lodged in the entrance to my dad's rectum, could feel the pulses of his anal sphincter in time with his ejaculatory spasms.

When he finished, he immediately relaxed his whole body and his legs flopped down to either side of me, his belly jiggling and his head lolling to one side as a deep groaning sigh escaped his lips. I pulled my finger slowly out of his hole and felt a spasm of his hips. My hand was still wrapped around his penis, and it was already getting softer. I squeezed it to feel the texture of it, inadvertently drawing another shudder out of him. Then he just lay there, completely spent.

I hadn't realized in the heat of the moment, but my breathing was just as heavy and ragged as Dad's had been a moment before, and my own penis was so hard it was throbbing with my rapid heartbeat. Bringing my dad to orgasm, then having that control over him while he squirmed with sensations that he could barely handle, tormenting him with pleasure and then seeing the inevitable results as he ejaculated and squirted his seed all over his stomach: that was such a turn on for me that I was not far from having an orgasm myself.

Leaning forward now I could smell the same musk from before, mixed with the smell of his frothy semen and a little sweat. I lay my arms up on either side of Dad's stomach and put my face right down into his pubic mound, my beard over his testicles, my nose nudging at his soft penis. I inhaled deeply. It was a new smell for me, and one I instantly liked.

My dad chuckled. "You like that smell, Son?"

I raised my head and saw him smiling down at me. I straightened back up, nodding. He raised himself up on his elbows. "Have you ever tried tasting it?"

"I tasted a little last night, when you shot some on my face. That was the first time."

"You develop a taste for it." He blushed. "Or so they say. Did you like it?"

It had not occurred to me to like or dislike. "I don't know, it wasn't bad."

He reached down and scooped some semen up on his finger, then held it out to me. I leaned forward and he raised his hand up for me. He had a large frothy glob of it on his index finger, and I tentatively touched it with my tongue, brought it back in for a taste.

"Hmmm," I said, pleased. I leaned forward and sucked the rest off his finger, and he sat up all the way, leaving his finger in my mouth while I cleaned it, a strangely sensual gesture.

"Oh shoot, the tub!" I yelped, pulling back to jump up. Instead, Dad grasped me by the shoulders and pulled me to him. He reached under my arms and hugged me, then heaved himself backwards, pulling me right on top of him. My belly dragged through his semen, spreading it between us. My own erect penis dragged over his testicles and came to rest next to his soft penis, sliding through the semen there to coat itself with my father's seed for the second time in two days.

Before I had a chance to fully appreciate the sensation of our slick bodies sliding across each other, Dad reached up with his hands, held my face, and drew it to his, locking his lips on mine. This was not the chaste and tender kiss we had shared in the shower: Dad pressed his lips hard to mine and drew my lips apart with his own. I spread my knees to either side of his hips and tried to hold myself steady as his tongue pressed into my mouth and started pushing my own tongue around. Our bodies slithered around as he pulled himself up further onto the bed and I stayed straddled over him. I moaned around his tongue, my breath coming heavy as I started to breathe through my nose. Instinctively I started to move my tongue along with his, then he was sucking my lower lip between his own and pulling on it, then we were back to tongue wrestling. My hands had found their way somehow onto his face and I was caressing his beard, his hair, his ears, while I felt his hands caressing my back, my flanks, the outside of my legs.

I lowered myself down so we had full body contact again, my legs open and draped to either side of his. I don't know how long we were at it, but the semen coating our chests and bellies was getting thick and sticky when I finally came up for air, sucking in a deep breath and staring in surprise into my dad's eyes. He laughed at my expression.

"What's the matter, first time kissing a guy?"

I chuckled and blushed. "More like first time kissing anybody."

"For real?" he seemed genuinely surprised. "You could have fooled me."

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"Mine," I said, pointing up to a streak of light disappearing behind a tree. The water in the hot tub sloshed with the movement.

We had gotten out to the tub just as it had started to overflow, carefully lowering ourselves into the hot sulfurous water and settling in on the bench. It hadn't been long until we had seen the first meteor of the night. The hotel intentionally kept all lights to a minimum for night sky viewing, even turning the path lights out after full dark, so views were spectacular. The band of the milky way seemed almost as bright as moonlight.

And the meteor shower was no less impressive. Soon we were claiming the shooting stars as we saw them, and our massage game had developed soon after. Whoever spotted a meteor got the massage, and for each consecutive meteor the massage got more... intimate.

Dad and I switched places, and I stood while he sat on the contoured stone bench that wrapped around three sides of the hot tub. A breeze brushed across my bare chest, and even though it was a warm one, goose bumps rose on my arms. Once he was seated, I lowered myself back into the steaming water and onto Dad's lap, spreading my legs to dangle on either side of his knees. I sat up straight, and Dad moved his hands up to my shoulders, kneading his fingers into the muscles there. The auto pump kept the water coming fresh from the hot springs, so it was still steaming, even though we had been in for almost 20 minutes. Our noses had acclimated to the initial punch of sulfurous odor.

Less than a minute later I spotted another meteor. Claiming it, I leaned forward and Dad moved his hands down to massage my lower back. His hands roamed to my flanks, then down to my buttocks and back. We both kept our eyes up, roaming the sky for the next shooting star.

"Mine!" I called happily, and Dad pulled me back to recline against him, rubbing his hands over my chest and belly. The mineral water made our skin slick as we slid over each other. So far neither of us had made it to four in a row.

While we played, our conversation had ranged far and wide, until Dad brought us back to the theme of the weekend: body exploration.

"So, what are some of the things you're into sexually?" he asked.

"Well," I responded slowly, and a bit of a chill churned through me. But I pushed ahead. "You probably know by now I'm a bit turned on by guys..." Even in the hot tub, I could feel myself blushing.

"A bit?" Dad teased, reaching down to investigate the hardness of my penis, which was mostly inflated at that moment. It grew completely hard in his hand while he chuckled. "Well, you may be surprised that I've had some experience in the 'turned on by guys' arena."

I was surprised. "You mean it's not just me?" I rubbed my butt up and down over his penis, feeling it harden between us.

"No, but you really do have a way of getting me hard these days," he growled, reaching up to pinch both of my nipples, making me squirm. "Do you like having these pinched?" he asked.

"Not so much," I confessed. "I prefer the gentle brushing and tickling."

He obliged for a minute while we continued our conversation.

"So, what can I help you experience this weekend?" he asked. "Anything you've been curious about that you'd like to try?"

"Kissing was pretty fun," I confessed, "which was surprising."

"Yes, that was enjoyable." He continued to caress all of the front of me, letting silence draw me out.

"I guess... well, I've gotten a blow job," it was still weird telling my dad this. "But, I've never..."

He let the silence draw out a while longer, then supplied the words. "You've never had another guy's penis in your mouth?"

"Uhhh, nope," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Duly noted," he said, I could hear the smile in his voice. Again, he let the silence grow, then finally: "So what's your type? What kinds of guys turn you on?"

"I don't know..." I said lamely.

"Oh, come on," he countered, "I know you're a grown man. I just want you to feel comfortable talking about it. To start with, I'm already pretty sure you're into John."

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Well, I am your dad, and I've known you since well before you hit puberty. He and Julie were good friends with your mom and I, so we hung out a lot. I saw you watching him since you were a young boy, and I could tell those kinds of feelings were brewing. The way you took every opportunity to peek his way anytime he was changing, the way you loved to be close to him any chance you got. I also, kind of... know about those pictures of yours he found when you were in high school..."

"Oh..." it came out very quiet. Dad's hands had settled over the upper curve of my stomach, his thumbs gently stroking back and forth right at the valley between chest and belly.

"What you probably don't know is that regarding attraction to men, you and I have very similar taste. I've always had a bit of a man crush on John. We even... messed around a few times back when we lived here. That's why he came to me after he developed your roll of film and saw what was on it. He had me come and develop the prints with him; he didn't feel right doing it himself. And we talked about your meeting with him afterwards; he wanted to make sure he was handling things appropriately."

I was only half listening at this point, going back over that formative experience in my mind with this new insight shedding a whole different light on it. How strange, the heavy fear I had felt that John would tell my parents about the pictures, and Dad had known all along.

"So, you developed all those pictures of me in the darkroom with him?" Just the thought of him with all those prints of me naked, developing in the chemical baths, was churning up waves of pleasure in my loins.

"And, wait: you two... fooled around? Like, gay stuff?"

My dad laughed out loud at that, shaking me up and down slightly on his heaving belly.

"Yes. Like, gay stuff. And in the interest of full disclosure, after our little incident last night I didn't know what to do, so I called John this morning in a bit of a panic. He took the day off and we went out to coffee, then lunch. That's where I was most of the day. I worried that maybe I had ruined my relationship with you, weirded you out or something. It took some doing but John calmed me down, convinced me that you wouldn't be freaked out. He shared... some of the stuff you guys have been up to since you came back."

"Oh, my goodness..." I moaned, though why I should worry after the activities of the day so far...

"It's OK, bud," Dad wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. "We obviously have more in common than either of us knew."

"Does Mom know?" I asked, a new sort of anxiety starting to grow. "About you and John, I mean."

"KNOW?" Dad laughed. "She's the one who pushed me through that door. She saw the way I used to ogle at John and try to get close to him at every chance, just like I saw you doing later as you grew up. She would tease me about it, and I would try to deny it, but it was no use. She started pushing us into situations where we would be close: sending us to the gym together, fishing trips to the beach, camping. And I didn't have the will to resist.

"We were all out camping at a lake once - you know, the one with the island, you've been there. It was just your mom and I and John and his wife. Your mom and Julie dared us men to go skinny dipping one day after lunch. I had never been naked around any woman other than your mom, so I was pretty shy, and so was John. But I think we both wanted to see each other naked, so we made ourselves do it.

"Up till that point we had only seen each other nude occasionally and it was always brief and innocent, like changing at the pool or showering at the gym. This felt different from the start, and I had a hard time getting to the water before I got a full on erection in front of the girls. I had snuck a peek at John's dick and figured he was having the same problem. We swam around and floated in the water chatting while the women watched and had their own mysterious conversation, giggling occasionally and looking our way. We started letting our bodies brush against each other, a foot here, a leg, a hip. At one point the insides of our knees brushed each other, almost to our inner thighs, the most intimate contact I'd had with another man.

We even wrestled a little in the deeper water, where the women couldn't see our arousal, and we both giggled like little boys anytime one of us touched the others' privates, or when a good grappling brought our genitals in contact with each other. We were both erect, and we both knew it, having pressed them against each others' legs or hips while wrestling. We agreed we had to stop the wrestling and float for a while before coming out of the water, or our arousal would have been obvious to our wives.

"When we came back to dry off, they had swiped our clothes and towels and wouldn't give them back. We had to sunbathe to dry off, and the women stayed right there where they had a good view. They had a grand old time teasing us when either of us got an erection, and that game carried on right through supper and at the camp fire later on. That night they made John and I sleep in one tent while they were in the other one. I remember thinking it was cruel of them, providing that erotic stimulation all day, then making us go to bed naked and with no way to satisfy our urges.

The next day they still wouldn't give our clothes back. After lunch they agreed we could have them back, but only after each of us made the other cum while they watched. It was the first clearly gay thing I had done in my life, same with John as far as I know. We each used our hands to get the other one off, and we both thoroughly enjoyed it. Although it was a little humiliating at the same time, having our wives watching on.

Julie took John to their tent when we had finished, and your mom took me to ours. She rewarded me with a romping good time that lasted most of the afternoon, and I imagine John got a similar reward, based on the noises we heard coming from their tent. So yes, your mom knows that John and I mess around from time to time."

My mind was spinning. I was learning as much about my dad as he was about me. "So, how much did John tell you about our... activities?" I asked.

"Oh, no real details, for sure, just enough to know that he's not the only one you've had fun with. He did confirm that you are mighty sensitive after cumming, and that he may have taken advantage of that fact."

"Another thing we have in common," I mused, thinking about the hot way Dad had ordered me not to stop torturing his penis after he spent his first load of the night. "Only for you it really seemed like something you were craving."

"Oh yeah," he growled happily at the memory, and I caught the same tone of intense masculine pleasure in his voice. He rubbed his hands in large circles around my stomach.

"How did you first find out?" I asked, shamelessly fishing for more scenarios to fantasize about involving my dad.

"Well, you remember how I promised to tell you about the night you were conceived?"

I nodded, a little confused by the seeming non sequitur.

"Well, that was the first time I experienced it. We had been trying for a baby for over a year, with no luck. We had just started to talk with our doctors about infertility, but everyone said it was too early to even start worrying about that. My doctor checked my own equipment out, including a semen sample and sperm count, and everything was fine. Unfortunately, I had to travel a lot for work, and at one point three weeks went by without any opportunities to, you know... seal the deal."

I nodded and kept making polite noises. Dad probably sensed I was feeling a little weird hearing about my mom's sex life. But I didn't want him to stop.

Dad pointed up -- "Mine!"

I had almost forgotten about the meteors. Disappointed, I got off his lap and sat back down. Dad moved in front of me and lowered himself down on my lap, his legs spread to either side of mine.

"Go on," I encouraged him, my thumbs kneading into the thick muscles of his shoulders.

"Well, when I finally came home your mom threatened to tie me to the bed and have her way with me until I had produced an heir. We had never done any kinky play like that, and I was wildly turned on by the suggestion, even if it was only in jest. So, I called her bluff, went down to the basement, and brought her a big coil of soft rope. I was pleasantly surprised when she took it and told me to take my clothes off. And that was the beginning of one of the most memorable nights of my life.

"I got naked right there in the kitchen, and she took my clothes to the laundry room and left them there. She took one of my hands and tied the rope around it, then reeled me in for a long kiss. I was already hard as a rock before we even got to the bedroom. She tied one arm to a bedpost and had me lay myself out spread eagled. She tied each of my limbs down, gave my belly a good tickle, and then left me!

"I heard the front door close and the car start in the driveway, and kind of panicked. What kind of joke was she playing on me? What if her parents walked in and found me like that? They had a key to our house, and the bedroom door was wide open. If one of them came in to use the bathroom... And let me tell you, your mom was not messing around with those knots. I genuinely tried to escape from the ropes, but they were too secure."

"Mine!" he said, pointing, and he leaned forward so I could move my hands lower down his back.

"When she finally came back, I was sweaty and spent from the struggle, and, well... completely soft again. But she fixed that straight away when she took a feather duster out of a bag she had brought in and brushed it under my..." he paused. "I'm sorry, is this getting too weird for you?"

"No way," I said. "I definitely want to hear more."

"Yes, I can feel that you're enjoying it," he said, sliding his butt up and down over my obvious erection, "not something you can hide in this position. Mine, by the way," he pointed skyward again, then slid down and leaned back against me while I wrapped my arms around him.

"Anyway, she brushed the duster under my scrotum, and I didn't stay soft for long. She brushed it other places too, and she did other things as well for quite a while, keeping my all riled up for over an hour."

"Other things?" I pressed.

"Well, she had also bought a couple vibrating tooth brushes, massage oil, a hairbrush for tickling my feet, and for brushing the hair all over my body. She said she wanted me to work up a big load before she would let me shoot. And boy did she take her time. I almost couldn't hold off a few times when she got me too close, but finally she asked if I was ready to make a baby with her. By that time, I was begging her to let me finish. But she had one more trick in her bag of toys."

"Mine!" I pointed this time, and we made our switch. But before I had even settled, I saw a double shooter and claimed them, so I lay back to let him wrap his arms around me and work on my chest and flanks again.

"So, what was in the bag?"

"A dildo, if you can believe it."

"What?!"

"I know, I could hardly believe it myself, but I was also so worked up and horny I would have let her do anything at that point. We had never done anything like this, and I was a little anxious, but turned on at the same time. Have you ever tried it?" he asked.

"A dildo?" I replied. "No, but you've got me curious now. How was it?"

"Weird, at first. It was a small one, pink fleshy colored and realistic, with testicles and all. She brought it up and had me... I don't know Arthur, are you sure you want to hear this?"

"Yes!" I assured him.

"Well, she had me suck on it... she put it in my mouth, and played around with it in there for a while, pumping it up and down, seeing how far she could get it in before I gagged. And the funny thing was, even when she was making me gag, I stayed as hard as ever. It was the weirdest turn on for me. Whenever I started tearing up, she gave me a break. But I was really loving it all the while.

"Eventually she got undressed herself and lubed up the dildo. She pressed it up between my butt cheeks and moved it around, searching for my hole. I confirmed when she had gotten it at the right spot, and she started pushing at it, gently at first, then pulsing with a little more pressure. I was still totally erect, and breathing hard with the effort to relax as well, enjoying the pure strange eroticism of what was happening.

"She eventually got the right angle, and the tip slid in through my sphincter. She didn't pause but pushed on, real slow and steady until it was completely inside me, with the plastic balls pressed right up under mine. I'll tell you; it was a sum'bitch of a weird feeling, but one I've come to love. Before I had a chance to acclimate to it, she had pounced up over my legs and lowered herself right down onto me, sheathing me all the way to the hilt. The warm wetness welcomed my member that was throbbing and aching for release. That, combined with the odd sensation in my rectum, and I could already feel the pleasure centers all through my body starting my inevitable orgasm. Steadying herself with both hands on my stomach she started pumping herself up and down on my pole.

"She didn't even bounce twice and suddenly I was cumming hard, and I remember yelling out as I came inside her like I had never done before. Then she was riding me like a cowgirl, one hand on my stomach and one in the air, and I was still cumming, and I don't even think she pulled off me, I think I may have passed out -- the build up was so long and hot, and the dildo up my butt, and me being tied up -- it was all just too hot to take.

"The next thing I remember was her still sliding up and down on me, and me still hard. She had both her hands on my stomach and was sliding up and down on my penis real slow, not quite coming all the way off, then going back down, and the overstimulation was starting and I was squirming and trying to get her off me. She must have seen my discomfort but kept her slow torment going. I told her it was oversensitive, that I needed to stop, but she just laughed and started tickling my belly as she rode up and down on me, making me gyrate and shout and kick and pull against my ropes to no avail. My squirming only made it worse, but she told me later it was turning her on big time having me at her mercy, and having my big head squirming around inside her with my wild contortions. I couldn't keep still with the stimulation, and in no time the fire spread to my balls and I could feel something coming on again.

"Shouting out again I ejaculated and this time the intensity was even greater and I remember the whole thing. Even then, when I had finished she kept squirming around on top of me, in quick little circles now rather than going up and down on me. With two loads of cum inside some of it must have escaped, and I felt a little bit trickling down, making a cold trail past my scrotum and along my butt crack.

I couldn't believe it but I was still hard inside her as she spun around on top of me, and the burning was out of this world, and my whole stomach and chest were churning like I had the butterflies or like I was going over the top of a roller coaster and the long plummet downward. My thighs were jelly from struggling and my penis was the center of a cyclone of joy, and she kept spinning herself around on it and it was twisting around inside her. Then she was crying out with her own orgasm and I was growling like a bear in heat and somehow I was cumming a third time, and this time I only squirted maybe four or five times and then I was so spent I couldn't even move as she slowly spun to a stop. She pulled up and my soft penis flopped out of her and I couldn't even feel it.

"When I woke up she had untied one of my arms and wrapped it around herself. Finding myself still spread eagled and the cool air on my damp genitals made me rise up to hardness again, which made your mom laugh that my little guy could never get enough. She did eventually let me go, but not before making me cum inside her again and then tormenting my poor penis one more time, trying to fend her off one handed. When she had me squirming and begging for mercy she made me promise to let her tie me up again sometime soon. A promise I was more than happy to make."

We had both seen multiple shooting stars by then, but I hadn't wanted to break the spell of the story. I was intrigued by the parallels to my own experience with John, with the little torment game he played to draw a promise out of me.

"So how about you," Dad asked, "is bondage something you're hoping to try out? Or something you've already dabbled with?"

"Yes, I've had a little experience with it. Did John say anything about that?" Not for the last time, I wished for a transcript of their conversation about me.

"He really didn't give any details. He just mentioned that if I we ended up coming here for the weekend, it probably wouldn't hurt to have some rope handy."

"Well, ropes have always been a bit of a turn on for me. Even back in high school I used to try tying myself up naked or in my underwear. Sometimes I tried to get pictures using the camera's timer. I even used your video camera a few times -- I swiped one of your old tapes and filmed a few scenarios."

I paused - Dad was chuckling underneath me. "What?"

"Umm... it's just... I kind of found that tape too. You weren't all that clever with your hiding places."

"Seriously?!" All my childhood secrets seemed not to have been secret at all.

"My favorite was probably the one where you tied yourself to my office chair and used my own belt to make yourself cum."

I found that I was getting close to cumming myself right there in the tub, thinking of my dad watching that video of me and seeing me ejaculate. It had been one of my favorites too. I wondered how many times he had watched it.

"How about in real life, ever been tied down by someone else?"

A thrill of embarrassment churned with a thrill of excitement as I said "Yes. By John actually, twice."

"Lucky man," Dad growled.

"Me or him?" I asked.

"Both, I'd say. And did you return the favor? Tie him up?"

I shook my head.

"What a shame," Dad said. "You would have seen a side of him that may have surprised you." He wouldn't give any more details though, saying I would have to find that out myself.

We lay for a while like that. The meteors had slowed down, and the night was silent. Dad played with my nipples.

"Mine," Dad said, and I opened my eyes to see the end of a streak across the sky. I had almost drifted off while he was rubbing circles around my areolas with his forefingers.

I roused myself and we swapped spaces again. I started in on dad's shoulders, digging in deep with the balls of my thumbs and eliciting groan of satisfaction.

"Mine," he moaned as another star shot across the sky, and I moved on down, focusing on his butt this time.

"It's been a while since I felt you flaccid like this" he said, wiggling his bum over my genitals to demonstrate the softness of my penis as it slid back and forth under him. Just talking about my soft penis sent blood flowing back in, though, so it wouldn't last long.

"That's better," Dad said, feeling it thicken up under him. "Mine, by the way."

As he leaned back into my arms I whispered "Yes, it is."

He chuckled.

"So what happens if I catch the next shooting star?" Dad asked, reaching back with his hands to gently tickle the sides of my belly, making me wiggle under him. "Are you interested in some oral exploration?"

I thought about it. The times I had felt someone else's mouth on my penis had been exquisite, and the thought of doing that for my dad was intriguing.

"Yes," I said, "I think that would be nice. I'm assuming it wouldn't be the first time for you?"

"No, your mom likes to suck on me once in a while, though honestly she has many more exciting ways to get me off. John and I have both sucked each other off as well. But honestly the thought of having you suckle on your own dad's penis, like a calf on its mother's teat: that intrigues me."

"I guess I'm worried it might not be as good from me, being my first time."

"Nonsense. That's actually part of the excitement for me, having you try something out for the first time with me is a pretty big turn on. And it's an honor for me as your dad to help you experience some of this stuff."

"OK, then I'll be your humble student."

As we lay there silent in the hot tub, waiting on the next meteor to show up and lead us into new territory, I was keenly aware of my own erection as it lay pointed toward my feet by the pressure of Dad's bottom pressing down on it. The length of the shaft was sandwiched between Dad's cheeks. My hands rested on the upper curve of his belly, my fingers brushing back and forth through the damp hair there. A streak of light bled across the sky, seeming almost to move more slowly than the rest had, and it extended almost the full length of the sky.

"Mine," whispered Dad, and even as he spoke another shorter streak joined the first. My hands drifted down over my dad's stomach to land either side of his groin, my fingers swirling around the smooth triangle of skin between hip and stomach and pubic mound.

"Don't do too much of that," Dad instructed softly. "I want it to be soft when you first put my penis in your mouth."

"All right," I said, and let him up off of me.

We stood and dad stepped up onto the seat, then turned and lowered himself to sit on the wide ledge of smooth cut stone surrounding the lip of the tub. He spread his legs and I stepped forward, my chest at the level of his knees. I looked between his legs and saw that his penis was full but soft, hanging loosely over his scrotum, which was also loose due to the heat of the tub. His testicles hung low below the tip of his penis.

I was about to lower my head to it, when he leaned forward and took my face between his hands, drawing me in for a long kiss. Our beards mingled, and our moustaches swirled around each other. I was falling forward into him, and reached out to steady myself on his thighs. Finally he pulled away, and I had to take a few deep steadying breaths. Who knew it would be so hot to kiss another bearded man? He smiled down at me.

"You're getting pretty good at that," he said. "I'm gonna lay back here, and let you get to work." Walking himself backward on his hands he lowered his back down to the ground, laying flat on the grass that surrounded the hot tub. I moved my hands off his thighs one at a time, placing them to either side of his hips, supporting my upper body weight on the stone lip. My knees pressed against the ledge we had been sitting on as I bent at the waist and lowered my head between Dad's knees, approaching his groin.

I moved slowly, staring at the slightly damp skin of his penis and the wet pubic hair matted down around his scrotum. The skin was a deep, dark pink from the heat of the tub. His hips were fully extended by the way his butt was lifted up slightly above ground level and his feet hanging down in the water, making his stomach stretch above me. I could just barely make out the forest of chest hair above it, and the bottom of his beard was just visible where his head rested back on the grass.

"You'd better hurry," he said, "I can't keep it from getting hard for much longer."

That was all the encouragement I needed, and I reached my head forward, sticking my tongue out to lift the head of his penis forward tenderly - the only parts of us that were touching. I wiggled my tongue to bring the penis forward, so that the full soft length of it was supported on my tongue, and let my lips close around it. I could feel that it must have been partially engorged, but it was still soft and supple. I explored the length of it with my tongue. I pulled back a little to feel the glans with my lips, running my tongue around the ridge of his corona. I licked the tip, and was surprised to feel the slit of his meatus, which was slightly open. I flicked the tip of my tongue up and down there, and Dad giggled.

"That feels so weird," he said. "No one's done that before."

I was pleased to have surprised him with something new, and this gave me a little confidence to keep exploring. I sucked the full length of his penis into my mouth again, and noticed that it had grown longer with my stimulation. It felt thicker and was starting to get firm. I reveled in the joy of awakening arousal in my dad's loins.

It was also starting to get uncomfortable having the whole length of it in my mouth, pushing toward the back of my throat, where I was afraid it might stimulate my gag reflex. I pulled off a little, and kept exploring with my tongue and lips, feeling the textured head, the smooth shaft, the veins starting to stand out along the length of it. I sucked in hard, like pulling on a straw, and Dad moaned happily. I could feel that his penis was very solid now, and I moved my head up and down, left and right, drawing the hardened length of it back and forth to feel how taught it was.

It felt like he was fully erect now. Looking up with my mouth still on him I could see his belly rising and falling with slow, deep breaths. I enjoyed the sight of the under-curve of his stomach, with the fur there starting to dry a little now that it was out in the warm night air.

I decided to see how much of my dad's erect penis I could fit into my mouth, and slowly started lowering my head down, stopping before it got uncomfortable. I raised back up till my lips felt the ledge of his corona, then lowered back down to the same spot. I guessed I had maybe half of the length of it in my mouth. Up to the corona and back down and this time I went till it just started to feel uncomfortable.

"Take it easy," Dad coached. "If you're trying to see how much you can fit in, try going down slowly, rather than bouncing. Shift the angle around, see what feels good."

I followed his direction, slowly advancing until I felt full, turning my head slightly, lowering it, changing the angle that his penis was pointing and where the pressure was coming on my tongue or the roof of my mouth. I was able to slowly advance, taking deep breaths through my nose. I held there. When it no longer felt uncomfortable, I pulled back up a bit and started exploring the surface of his penis again with my tongue and lips. I was starting to enjoy the distinct taste of my dad's penis, a clean skin taste reminding me of my own smell coming out of a shower.

I tried to tilt my chin so that my beard would start to tickle his testicles. I could feel the fur of his scrotum brushing slightly across my beard, and heard an appreciative moan from Dad for that.

Taking all my weight on my left hand, I pulled my right hand over and between Dad's legs, reaching up to cradle his balls in my fingers. I pulled them forward and pressed them into my beard, pulling them left and right to drag through my it. Dad gasped in pleasure at the sensation, so I kept it up, at the same time moving my head up and down slightly on his penis, then swirling my tongue around his glans, back and forth across the meatus, drawing a full body shiver out of him. I could hear him taking big calming breaths after that.

"I'm not going to last too much longer with that kind of attention," Dad said in a pleased sort of growl.

I moved my hand back to support my weight again, and carried on with my quest to lower my head onto Dad's phallus as far as I could. I was surprised to find when I reached the same level again the feeling of fullness was almost pleasurable. Knowing how good it must feel for Dad, I pushed on further and felt the beginnings of a gag coming on. But I also felt a little bit of hair with my lips as I pulled back up. I must have been close to having the full length of Dad's penis in my mouth.

I slowly went down to the same spot, and focused on letting the gagging sensation pass. I reveled in the sensation of his mushroom head sealing off the back of my mouth, from roof to tongue. I squeezed the head of it with the back of my tongue against the roof of my mouth, and was rewarded with another groan of delight from Dad. Rising back up, I noticed a new taste, and realized Dad was giving me some of his pre-cum as I suckled on him. I sucked greedily at his penis like a straw, squeezing up his urethra with my lips, and squeezing his glans with my tongue against the roof of my mouth, and was rewarded with a growl and another taste of what his body was preparing for me.

Dad shuddered again. "I'm getting really close. Do you want to pull off before I cum?"

I shook my head, drawing his stiff erection back and forth with my mouth, and started pumping my head slowly up and down on his erection, moving my body closer to his to point his erection higher up. I was focusing on giving him as much pleasure as I could, and this helped me squash the gag reflex as I pressed a little further down on his shaft. I could feel the change in the texture of his skin as my lips reached the base of his penis, my upper lip pressing into his pubic hair while my lower lip was starting to feel the looser skin at the beginning of his scrotum. I thrilled at the thought that I had my dad's fully erect penis all the way in my mouth.

Excited, I bobbed up and down the full length twice, but on the third time I felt a gag coming on. On the fourth and fifth bounces my throat automatically spasmed. My dad let out a moaning growl as my eyes watered and I felt my face reddening with the strain of overcoming the reflex. I retreated a little, slowing down and not trying to go so far down. I rose up to hold just his glans tight between my lips, and flicked my tongue up and down his meatus, tasting more precum there and making my Dad squirm. I felt his feet rise off the bench from either side of my knees, and he straightened his legs out to either side of me, his thighs bulging. I sucked hard and bobbed up and down again, focusing on the corona and glans with my tongue. My Dad let out a wild growl and I felt his semen flow once through his urethra as it ran over my tongue, then I felt and tasted his spurts of semen start shooting into my mouth. Without thinking I pushed all the way down till my nose pressed into his pubic mound and my chin pressed against his testicles. I sucked and swallowed as each new spurt came out, and I savored the novel flavor of it.

I had worried that I would gag at the taste of it coming straight into my mouth, but instead I found it a thrill of connection with Dad, coming straight from his body to mine as his orgasm peaked and he roared his pleasure. I continued to suck slowly on his erect penis after his last pulses slowed and stopped. I sensed a softening of his glans first, and squeezed his head between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, then squeezed the length of his still thick penis with my lips and tongue, feeling it slowly become spongy and soften in my mouth.

I sucked and swirled the head of his penis around in my mouth, pulling up and then sucking it back in, working on that sensitive skin in the way I knew he loved, and I was rewarded as his body spasmed and I heard his feet kicking behind me, splashing water on my back.

"Okay, okay! I give!" he cried.

I pulled off him and let his penis flop back down in front of his scrotum, which had pulled up and was slightly hidden by his drying pubic hair. I scooped some hot water in my hand and splashed it over his genitals, making his whole body jerk in surprise, then used the wetness of my hand to pull at his penis again.

"Had enough already?" I teased him as he jerked again and reached down with his hands, half sitting up, his feet flailing behind me as he tried to rise up to defend himself. Finally he gained his balance and sat over me, hands on his thighs, but he didn't stop me while I continued to splash water on his genitals and tug at his penis, rinsing it off and drawing more full body spasms from him while he tried to control himself.

When I finished he smiled down at me. "Wow, you really swallowed my whole load?" he asked, stroking my beard with one hand. "Did you like that?"

I nodded in the affirmative.

"Well," he said, "I'm good for one more dunk here, then I'm going to head in and rinse off." Without warning he pushed forward into me and wrapped me up, sending me backwards and submerging me completely in the tub underneath him. Before I even thought to panic, he had pulled me spluttering back up out of the water, and we both floated there, our hair and beards dripping, both of us smiling.

We pulled the plug from the tub and turned off the pump, letting the water drain slowly while we sat side by side, feeling the slow drop of the water level as it traveled in a tactile ring down our bodies from upper chest to lower, across our nipples. The hair coating our bodies floated while under water, then lay down flat to our skin as the water receded. The ring slid slowly down over our stomachs and soon had exposed both of our belly buttons. We let our fingers explore each others' areas of skin and fur that had been revealed, half watching for more meteors. When the water had almost revealed our thighs the head of my still erect penis was exposed as a tiny island between my legs, and I giggled as the circle of water slowly lowered along the length of the shaft, a sensation like a ring of insect antennae slowly traveling down the length of it. Meanwhile the lowering water allowed Dad's floating pubic hair to lower and flatten over his thick, soft penis, then both of our scrotums were revealed together. It was an especially odd feeling as the water retreated below our buttocks, drawing the ring away all at once from our backsides like a delicately popping bubble.

I took the time while the water drained out to describe some of the activities I had been involved in with the other bears at school. Dad mostly listened quietly, asking for details occasionally. He was particularly intrigued by the challenge game, and he had a gleam in his eye when I described John's way of roping me in for that game to start with. "That's a bit of a role reversal for John," he said cryptically, and I thought he mumbled something about the "need for a lesson."

It was quite late, and the air was getting chilly, so we headed back in to the shower. Dad had decided that I wasn't going to bed without being rewarded for my first blow job, but he wanted to take things slow and make it memorable for me. We dried each other off again with the blow dryer, and Dad made sure to keep me well stimulated all along with brief tantalizing brushes of my fur, reaching down occasionally to roll my testicles around in my scrotum. He avoided touching my penis itself though.

Back in the bedroom he had me lay on the bed and explored my whole body with mostly his fingers, talking over which parts really turned me on and what he could do to those parts of me. Reaching over to the bedside table he picked up his tie where I had folded it. I crossed my wrists and he used the soft silk to bind them. He had me lay back and he lay on top of me, full body contact with my erect penis sticking up between his legs right under his scrotum. He held my hands over my head and kissed me hard and soft and long until I felt so turned on I might just have cum right there.

He rolled me over face down. Standing at the edge of the bed he grasped my ankles and drew me slowly down until my legs dangled over the edge. When my penis popped out from under me and pointed down over the edge of the bed he let my legs down and spread them wide. He now had access to the underside of my penis where it pointed out below my hanging scrotum. My hands were still tied and stretched above my head.

He knelt behind me, spreading my cheeks apart to explore the hidden treasure between them. He tickled my anus, making it pucker and relax, and did that alone with one finger for almost five minutes, until I thought I was going to cum again. When he had me close to the edge he stopped, and held me there with my cheeks still spread, occasionally blowing a stream of cool air over it, until my breathing calmed. Then he started the same routine, but with his tongue, and started brushing his beard up and down over the hole and all the way to the top of my crack and back to the bottom of my scrotum, even brushing the underside of my penis where it was exposed, again getting me perilously close to the edge. A stream of precum oozed out to trickle down the bed spread.

He turned me back over on the bed belly up, with my legs dangling off the edge and my feet just off the floor, and gently tickled his fingers around the triangle of skin to either side of my pubic hair, below my belly, which made my legs twitch. It wasn't tickling really, just a very sexually sensitive part of my body and he had me almost cumming again just from that in under a minute. He brought me to the edge that way twice. Then he lightly swirled his fingers around the surface of my scrotum, sometimes just enough to brush through the hair, sometimes enough to slightly move my testicles around in their pouch, and I was moaning and had my legs out straight and almost came again.

I was trying not to cum too soon, basking in the strange duality of being at my Dad's mercy as to when he was going to make me cum, and being in his tender hands that were bringing me to the edge of orgasm and keeping me there for my own pure carnal pleasure.

Dad waited until I had backed off the edge and lowered my feet back down to the ground, then said "Are you ready to cum for me, now?"

I moaned an affirmation, and he helped me slide back up on the bed. He had me bend my knees and set himself up laying between them. "I'm gonna suck the seed right out of you, just like you did to me," he said, and lowered his mouth right down to the base of my penis with one gulp. I felt the head squeezed by the back of his throat as he pushed his lips right down to my scrotum, and felt a slight spasm as he fought off a gag reflex. Then he was bobbing up and down from top to bottom aggressively, and I was overcome by how quickly he was driving my pleasure centers crazy. I felt like I knew an orgasm was coming on but my body had been caught off guard and was still catching up to Dad's surprise attack of my penis. I felt my orgasm grow like it was in slow motion as Dad's arms gripped my thighs and squeezed while his head flew up and down, his lips and tongue and throat all wrapping my penis in a hot furnace of ecstasy until it exploded in his mouth. My hips started pumping after I realized I was already ejaculating inside him. Even as I was pumping my own semen into my father's mouth I was marveling at the strangeness of that thought.

Dad continued to bob and twist around on my penis after my last thrusts and the final pulses, until I shuddered to a stop, squeaking and squirming to escape the overstimulation. Dad looked up at me but didn't stop moving up and down on my slick erection. I did my best to resist the urge to struggle, forced my self to keep my hands back above my head. I moaned and wiggled but kept eye contact with him while he slowly bobbed up and down on my tender penis, causing little tremors to run through me and sending my belly wobbling between us. It was an odd mixture of oversensitive stimulation and slow sultry eroticism, and Dad knew just what he was doing, keeping me in that zone right between needing to escape and needing him to go on, because I could feel the tide turning slowly toward another orgasmic build up as he slowly slid up and down on me. He moved his arms up beside me and started running his fingers over my skin, from flanks to chest, down to my groin on either side of his face. As his fingers flickered deftly all over my body the ecstasy swelled again into a growing mound inside me as I squirmed through moments of overstimulation at the head of my penis. Then my legs were wrapping around Dad's upper body and I half sat up as Dad pulled another shattering orgasm out of me, sucking another load out of me while I roared my own pleasure, my whole body bucking underneath him.

Finally I flopped back on the bed and my legs unwound and fell to his sides. He held still then with my penis in his mouth while it softened, and I gasped for breath, my hands flopped above my head. Dad climbed back up on top of me, his legs straight between my spread knees, our chest and belly fur mingling as he kissed me again, hands to either side of my face, fingers in my hair and thumbs brushing through my beard. I could taste a hint of my own semen on his tongue, which I sucked on. Our mouths separated, and we looked at each other silently, both with contented smiles.

Dad reached above me and unbound my wrists, and with one more gentle kiss rolled off to the side and onto his back. I rolled toward him and snuggled next to him on my side, my head resting on his chest. I lifted my right leg up to drape over his.

"You know," I said, brushing my fingers through his chest fur, "I'm never going to be able to see you wearing that tie again in the same way.

Dad chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll never be able to wear it without imagining it wrapped around your wrists."

He turned and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, then rolled to face me. We wrapped each other in a sidelong embrace, my head resting down nuzzled into his shoulder. Our legs interlocked and our genitals nestled together, two soft penises resting side by side in our mingled pubic hair, balls pressed together making it hard to tell whose testicles were whose. We drifted off like that, until Dad roused me enough to climb under the sheets and blanket. In a warm cocoon of soft linen, we wound our limbs together again, chest to chest, belly to belly, penis to penis, scrotum to scrotum, my leg thrown over his thigh, my cheek pressed against his.

Sometimes when I drift off to sleep, I'll imagine some fantasy to fill my head with, hoping to conjure some sweet dream to enjoy. But that night I had no better scene to make up than the reality of our intermingled bodies exactly as they were. I can't imagine a better way to drift away, one sweet reverie fading into a deep and dreamless sleep, with the promise of waking to the same sweet world tomorrow.