It was the second to last game of the football season, of my sophomore year. I was running the ball up the field towards my first ever touchdown. A guy jumped at me from my blind spot on my side and plowed me over. I landed on my arm the wrong way and it snapped. The crack was so loud that even some people in stands could hear it. The pain was instant and unbearable.

I woke up in the hospital, after they had knocked me out and reset my arm. It still hurt like hell and was throbbing in the cast they put on me.

“Oh, Jason, you're awake.” I heard my Mom say. I looked over to see her standing next to my bed with moist eyes. “How do you feel?” She asked on the verge of more tears.

“It’s fine, Mom. It hurts, but it’s nothing to cry about.” I gave her a smile.

“You shush up; I can cry if I want to.”  Then she tried to smile to me.

I looked over at my dad standing on the other side of the bed. He stood there smiling and looking almost proud that I had broken my first bone.

“Almost made it to the end zone, Champ. That was a good run,” he said with a beaming smile.

“I know — right, until that cocksucker hit me.” I stopped myself, and looked at my Mom. “Sorry, Mom,” I said. My Mom frowned and my dad laughed.

“Don’t worry Champ. You’re drugged up; we’ll let that one slide.”

We got home later that night and I went straight to bed without showering. I didn’t care how dirty I was, I was so tired; I think I fell asleep two seconds before my head hit the pillow.

I woke up late the next morning, and walked down stairs in just my boxers. I found my Dad sitting at the kitchen table in his boxers, also. “How’s it feel, Champ?” he asked.

“Not too bad, actually.” I tried to make myself some breakfast but I’m not used to using my left hand. “Where’s Mom?” I asked.

“It’s Saturday, She’s at work. You need some help?” Dad got up to help me.

“Thanks.” I said. “Why couldn’t it have been my left arm?  I can barely take a piss with my left hand.”

My dad laughed. “You’ll get used to using your left arm, for things.” He made me some toast. And I sat at the table and realized for the first time just how badly I stank. I sniffed myself, “Damn, I need a shower.”

Dad sat back down at the table. “I was thinking about that. We can cut up a plastic bag and tape it over your cast.”

That’s what we did. After breakfast, He wrapped a bag around my cast and taped it up. I walked into the bathroom and Dad poked his head in.

“If you need help with anything just holler.” I said ‘Ok’, and closed the door. I pulled my boxers off and checked out my limp uncut cock in the mirror, and for the first time I realized how impossible it was going to be to even just jerk off. At this point I did it about three times a day. This sucks.

Our bathroom was huge and had a huge walk-in shower about eight foot by four foot that had two sets of shower heads on either side.

I turned the water on pretty hot and let it flow over my aching body. I grabbed the shampoo and realized I didn’t have another hand to squirt it into my hand or onto my head. Shit. I was going to need Dad’s help after all. I yelled his name, and he came to the door.

“What do you need? champ?” he asked through the door.

“Help.” I said.

He opened the door and came in. It was kinda weird because my dad hadn’t seen me naked since about six, way before I hit puberty. He had never seen me with pubic hair or a dick that would get hard at the drop of a hat. That was a scary thought.

He poked his head in the shower. “What’s the problem, Champ?”

I held up the shampoo bottle. “I only have one hand, and it’s my friggin’ retarded one; just can’t work alone like my lame one used to.”

He laughed and said, “Hold on.” He glanced down at my cock as he stepped back. He pulled down his boxers, and for the first time I realized that he would have to be naked to help me or get completely soaked in his boxers and t-shirt. Oh yea, they were going to turn semi-transparent anyway, so why bother keeping them on I thought to myself.

I don’t know why that hadn’t dawned on me earlier. I mean it’s not that big of a deal. I’ve been showering with other guys in the locker room for several years now, but they were all my own age and around the same size, if you know what I mean, and they weren’t my Dad with his schlong hanging out.

But lately I’d fallen into this weird habit of checking out other guys both in the locker room and in the gang showers. At first it was just for the size thing to see where I fit into the pack; and to see if the other guys had hair or if their cock was cut or they had a foreskin like me and what theirs looked like.  Because I had a foreskin, I felt that those of us that had one were, well… special, because more guys than not were cut at birth, so having a foreskin made us special from the rest of the pack.   Most guys were cut so I felt kinda special being uncut. The other guys in the locker room would stare at mine more. I guess it was kinda alien to them. But lately I started enjoying them staring at me or my junk and I didn’t know, and couldn’t figure out why.

I got back to washing yesterday’s mud and sweat off my body with only my left hand… How the fuck was I going to jack off left handed?

I lost my train of thought when Dad stepped into the shower completely naked. He looked pretty hot.  He’d taken care of himself over the years and he still looked pretty hot for 38. He’s 6 foot 1 inch tall and about 170lbs. Not buff, but rather fit for his age and occupation. He worked to be this fit and have a body like this standing naked in front of me.  He had a rather thick five inch cut cock, with a rather large ball-sack hanging fairly low behind his cock. I had forgotten that he was cut. I’d seen him naked a few time’s growing up, when he was trying to teach me not to be ashamed of my body, but I was too young to be comparing my cock to his while we showered together when I was maybe 4 or 5.

Why does my dad look so good to me now? I was getting a bit nervous and feeling a stirring down between my legs; originating in my balls I think.  And we all know, when your balls get stimulated, that pumps testosterone to the phallic member between your legs

He caught me checking his out. “What? You’ve never seen another guy’s cock that was cut before?” He said with a chuckle. I turned red and looked away.

“Sorry. I just forgot you were… cut… and so big.” I looked down at my own cock.

“Don’t worry about it, Son,” he said. “It’s not that big. You can check it out if you want.”

I looked back towards him, and he was smiling at me. “When I was 16 I was checking out every guy I could to compare their cock with mine.”

Then Dad grabbed his cock and balls and gave them both a good shake and released his balls and stroked his cock a couple of more times. It grew and grew.

We both laughed. But I could feel the blood flowing to my cock. What the fuck was going on? Am I really getting turned on by my own Dad’s cock?

Dad took the shampoo bottle from me. “Put your head under the water and get wet, son.”

I turned around and put my head under the water. Dad turned on the other shower and wet himself down. He put some shampoo in his hand and walked back over to me. His cock just wagged in front of him. In some way it felt good to be naked with him. My cock was getting a little bit of a chub, but I was still in the safe zone, and still hanging downward.

“Turn around, Jason,” he said. He put the shampoo in my hair and used both hands to rub it in.

“This is silly.” I said.

“Just relax. Everybody needs help sometimes.”

“I guess.” I said. I tilted my head down and looked at my Dad’s thick-cut cock. It was bigger flaccid then mine was hard. It looked so good hanging right next to mine almost touching it.

“Dad?” I said softly.

Dad continued scrubbing my hair. “Jason?”

“Why are you circumcised and I’m not?” He stopped scrubbing, and told me to rinse my hair. “Because I was raised by crazy religious people who mutilate little boy’s penises. And you were raised by normal people who don’t cut off pieces of their children’s bodies for sadistic or ritual reasons.” Dad laughed and splashed me with water.

He washed his own hair, and rinsed it under the other shower. While he washed his hair, I noticed he had kind of a tight ass. He soaped down his body. I watched him the whole time without even realizing it.

“Does it mean my penis will be bigger than yours?” I asked.

He laughed again and turned around, as he was rinsing off, He looked at my dick. “From the looks of it you will. I don’t know if your foreskin has anything to do with it, but you’re welcome.” He smiled at me. “Really, just the amount it’s grown since I saw it last shows it’s going to be big. Remember when I showed you how to pull your foreskin back to clean it right?”

“Oh shit, I didn’t even think about that. How am I supposed to clean it with one retarded hand?” He looked my cock over.

“Don’t worry, Champ, we’re both guys. I can help.”

He grabbed the soap and told me to turn around. He lathered the soap in his hands and started on my shoulders and moved down to my back. With his soapy hands moving over my naked body I really had to concentrate on not popping a boner.

“Turn around,” he said. My dad put more soap on his hands and rubbed down my shoulders and chest. He gave me a look then moved down to my dick. He rubbed soap on my nut sack, then laughed and told me “Turn your head and cough”.

“Dad” I said, as my face turned red. He soaped up my dick and pulled back my foreskin and rubbed soap on my sensitive glands. A small moan escaped my mouth and my dick grew in my Dad’s hand to its full four and a half inches. I was so horny and embarrassed.

My dad looked me in the red face. “Don’t worry about it,” he said softly, “When I was your age I popped boners all the time. It’s just because somebody else is touching it.” He smiled at me, and I tried to smile back.

“I’m sorry.” I said. “Don’t be.” He said. “You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. It would happen to me if you were washing my cock, I bet.”

“Really?” I asked. He moved his hand down my cock and I moaned again. He finished washing my shaft and I was a little disappointed when he moved his hands down to my legs. He had to bend down, and his head was right next to my hard cock.

I looked down at him. “Can I wash yours, Dad? You know — just so we’re even?”

He finished my legs and stood up. “Jason, that wouldn’t be right,” he said, looking me in the eyes.

“Sorry,” I said. “It’s just I’m really embarrassed and wanted to see if it would happen to you, too.”

My dad looked at me and made a decision. “Ok, rinse off first. Against my better judgment I’ll let you do this. But you can’t tell anybody.”

I smiled “I won’t.” I rinsed the soap off my body, and my Dad squirted some soap in my hand. I looked him in the eyes, then down at his cock. I moved my hand towards his crotch and rubbed the soap into his pubic hair to get it lathered up. I moved my soapy hand down to his ball sack like he did to me and started rubbing his huge balls. They were about three times bigger than mine and they felt nice in my hand. I moved my hand up to his shaft and slid my hand up and down it. My Dad’s cock felt so hot and thick in my hand. A small moan escaped from him. I smiled up at him. His dick seemed to be getting thicker in my hand, and within a few seconds it grew to a thick six and a half inches.

“Jesus,” I said. I kept moving my hand up and down his shaft just fascinated with it, not realizing I was pretty much jerking him off. My Dad started breathing heavy and moaned, then he grabbed my hand, to stop me. “See! I told you it would happen to me too,” he said.

“Sorry,” I said, “I guess I got carried away. It’s just so big.”

My dad laughed. “It’s not really that big. But it’s ok. It’s normal to be curious and experiment at your age.”

“Really?” I said with some relief, “Did you ever experiment when you were my age?” Dad smiled, “Ya, me and your uncle Ray did some experimenting when we were teenagers.”

That sounded so hot, my dick just kept throbbing out in the open. “What did you guys do?” I ask shyly.

Dad soaped up his hands, “I’ll tell you about it some other time, but now we’ve got to finish getting you cleaned up. Turn around.” I turned around and my dad squatted down and rubbed his soapy hands on the back of my legs, moving up towards my ass.

“I’m never going to get rid of this boner,” I said.

“You jerk off don’t you?” he asked from behind me.

“Do you?” I asked.

He laughed, “Every chance I get.” I laughed too.

“No it’s hard for me to do it with my left hand,” I said.

“You were doing fine with me a second ago.”

He moved his hands to my ass cheeks and massaged the soap into them, His thumbs moved into my crack rubbing my ass hole. My cock got even harder if that was even possible. “That’s different,” I said, “That was your cock, not mine. It seemed easier to do it to you.”

He moved his thumbs even deeper in my ass and massaged my hole.

I spread my legs wider and bent over a little and put my hand on the shower wall. I moaned loud. “That feels so good, Dad, Please don’t stop.” I felt like I was going to cum at any moment.

“So you’ve never done anything with your friends?” he asked, as he massaged his thumbs deeper into my ass.

“No.” I said with a moan, “but please don’t stop. I won’t tell anybody.” My breathing was getting heavy.

“Jason …I don’t know… It wouldn’t be right.” he said in a tone that almost betrayed him.

Horniness had taken me over, “I don’t care about right; it feels so good. I feel like I’m going to explode.” I said.

He took his hands off my ass and stood up. My heart sank, and I thought we were done.

He turned the shower head so the water ran down my back and over my ass. I could feel the soap being washed away. I froze with my legs spread and my hands on the shower wall, not knowing what to do next.

He moved the shower head away then I felt his hands back on my ass. “I guess I can relate, so just relax, Kiddo,” he said in a soft lusty voice. He squatted down again, and spread my ass cheeks apart.

“Thanks Dad.” It sounded so weird when I said that.

Then the most wonderful feeling hit me. My dad spread my ass cheeks apart and drove his tongue into my ass hole and started licking in a gentle but vigorous way. I moaned so loud it echoed in the shower. I thought I was going to shoot my load all over the wall, the floor and even the ceiling.

I spread my legs even further apart, as he ran his tongue in and out of my ass hole. I moaned “Oh, Dad that feels so fucking good.” He moved his tongue lower, in between my legs and tongued my taint and the back of my ball sack. I wanted to jerk my cock, so bad.

And as if my Dad could read my mind, I heard him put more soap in his hands. He removed his tongue from my ass and replaced it with his soapy hand, and gave my hole a deep massage. He reached his other hand around a grabbed my eager cock, and slid his soapy hand up and down my shaft.

I moaned so loud. “How’s that feel?” My Dad asked from behind me.

“Oh, God. Don’t stop, Dad!  Oh Fuck!” I gasped.

He stood behind me rubbing my asshole and taint while he jerked me off. He got close to me a few times and I felt his cock brush against my hip. He was hard too. I threw my head back and moaned. I was so close to cumming. Then my Dad stopped and told me to rinse off, good. I did what he said a little disappointed, thinking my Dad was chickening out and going to quit on me.

But once I rinsed off my Dad squatted down again and started licking my ass hole again. His tongue felt so great. He grabbed my hips and turned me around.

‘Oh, God’ I thought, ‘I’m going to get my first blow job, and it’s from my Dad’, But at that point I didn’t care.

When I turned around He smiled up at me. “Have you ever had a blow job?” He asked.

“No. I…” I said, with pleading eyes.

“Sit down on the floor,” he instructed. I slid down the wall and spread my legs wide.

My cock laid on my stomach. Dad moved towards me and got on his knees. He moved his head towards my crotch. The anticipation was killing me. He took my cock in his hand and stroked it up and down a few times, moving the foreskin over the head of my cock. It felt so good to have somebody touching me in that way.

He licked my balls and I threw my head back and hit the wall hard, with a loud thud. My dad laughed and looked up at me. “You ok, Champ?”

I looked down at him and smiled. “Never better.” He laughed again, and then looked back at my cock. He stuck his tongue out and slid it in-between my cockhead and my foreskin and moved it in a circular motion. I twitched and moaned. I was leaking pre-cum like crazy and it was glistening on my dad’s tongue.

He slowly pulled my foreskin back and took my cock head in his mouth. It felt so good; I had to fight the urge to cum in his mouth right then.

He moved his mouth all the way down my cock. I threw my head against the wall again and moaned. I put my left hand on the back of his head and ran my fingers through his wet hair. “Dad, that feels so fucking good, I’m about to cum.”

He started sucking my cock faster and harder. My hips involuntarily started humping, like they were fucking his face. I felt so dizzy with lust and want. I looked down and saw that Dad’s cock was still hard as a rock. I wanted it in my mouth so bad, but I couldn’t do anything but feel my cock slide in and out of his warm oral cavity.

It’s not the same as jerking off and my orgasm snuck up on me. By the time I yelled “I’m cumming” I had already let off a massive shot of cum in my Dad’s mouth. I moaned “OH, DAD” He moaned too when he felt me cumming in his mouth. This is so fucking hot. He kept sucking me as I unloaded blast after blast of my cum in his mouth. My orgasm subsided and my dick got really sensitive and I started twitching.

Dad pulled his mouth off of my cock and spit a huge load of cum onto the shower floor. “Sorry, I came in your mouth.” I said.

“Don’t be” He said. “It was my plan all along; I wasn’t going to ruin your first blow job.” He got off his knees and sat back on the floor, breathing heavy. His massive hard-on flopped against his stomach.

“So what do you think?” He asked.

“That was the best thing I’ve ever felt.” I said. “Can I help you out with that?” I asked looking at his hard cock.

He got up and rinsed his mouth out under the shower head. He looked down at me. “I don’t know, Jason. I’ve already done things I shouldn’t have. I’ll take care of this myself.” He held out his hand and helped me up.

“Can I at least watch?” I asked. He shook his head and laughed.

“You need to find a friend or two for this.  This is nothing you should be doing with your Dad.”

He grabbed the soap and started stroking his cock. He moaned as he jerked. He closed his eyes and really got into it. I moved behind him and bent down and stuck my tongue in his ass as he jerked himself off.

“Jason, what are you doing?” He said with a harsh tone.

I pulled my mouth off his ass and said, “Just keeping it even Dad.”

In a more lust-fulled tone he said, “Go deeper.”

He put his hand on the wall and spread his legs apart. I buried my face in his ass again and jammed my tongue into his hole. He yelled out in ecstasy as he jerked his thick cock. Within minutes, he shot a massive load all over the wall and floor.

He was breathing heavy as he slowly jerked the last of his juices out of his shaft. “Jesus” he panted. I stood up behind him.

“Do you always shoot that quick Dad?” I asked. He looked back at me and smiled.

“No, But I don’t usually have a tongue tickling my ass either.”

After that we finished our shower and he helped me dry off. My cock was hard again. I looked at it then at him as he dried it off. He smiled at me. “You’ll have to take care of that one yourself, son. You’ll have that cast on for a while so you’ll have to learn to be lefty some time.” I frowned and looked down. He laughed and said, “But I’m sure you’ll need help showering for a while yet to come.”

I smiled at him and said. “You bet.”

“One more thing, Jason.”  He paused and looked stern at me. I wondered what I’d done wrong.  “Your fucking language is atrocious.”  Then he smiled at me and hugged me close to him. I was still wrapped in the towel he was using to dry me, but I could still feel his cock against me, and I know he felt mine jabbing into him.   “When  you find a friend to experiment with you can tell him that you’re fucking cumming, but lose that language around here, and especially with your mother in the house.  She’ll tear you a new asshole if you talk like that in front of her.  That I can assure you.”

Then Dad did something that shocked me.  He leaned into me and kissed me on the forehead and said, “I love you, Jason.” And rubbed my back with the towel, and then playfully swatted me on the ass and said, "Now go get dressed.  You’ll have to manage that on your own, and what happened today is between just you and me… Forever!” 

That Sunday most of the guys from the football team came by my house to see how I was doing, and to sign my cast. From mid-afternoon, ‘til late evening it was a constant stream of teammates and friends in and out all afternoon. Some brought their fathers and brothers with them. It was kinda strange with my new sexual revolution — as in, getting my first blowjob, and it being from you know who, and not being able to tell my friends about it because of the fact of who it was with.

It was nice to see everyone cared enough to stop by, but I couldn’t shake the thought of my hard cock shooting cum into my Dad’s mouth while I twitched and spasmed on the shower floor. It kept me in a constant state of arousal, but Dad and I acted as if nothing had happened.

I also couldn’t shake what my Dad had said about experimenting with friends, and the fact that my Dad had done some of that with his own brother. I stood around most of the day looking at my friends and their brothers, wondering if any of them had given each other blowjobs or fingered and licked their back doors. I had seen all these guys naked in the locker room, so it wasn’t that hard to imagine them sucking each other off. Needless to say, I was pretty much hard all afternoon and evening.

Dad had kept the beer flowing all day for the other dads, so it was no surprise that by the time everybody had left later in the night Dad had a pretty good buzz going.

Mom, Dad and I sat in the sunroom with a space heater on to keep us warm. We looked out on the snow-covered back yard. Dad was finishing up another beer, while Mom just sipped on a glass of wine.

We talked about my broken arm and other random things for a while before Mom decided to head for bed. She moved behind my chair and ran her fingers through my hair, and said, “Hey, Kiddo, just because you aren’t going to school tomorrow doesn’t mean you should stay up all hours of the night.”

I tilted my head back and looked up at her, “Yes, mommy.” I said with a sarcastic smile.

She playfully slapped my cheek, and said, “Don’t get smart with me Bucko. Be in bed by midnight.” She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead and then looked over at my Dad and said, “And Will, just because you don’t have to work tomorrow, doesn’t mean you have to finish off all that beer tonight.”

My Dad looked back at her and smiled, “Yes, mommy,” he said with a slight slur. “I live with a bunch of comedians.” Mom said, as she walked into the hallway and closed the door to the sunroom behind her.  My thoughts returned to her kissing me and then to Dad kissing my forehead earlier today.  Oh fuck, my cock was growing again.

My Dad got up and wobbled a little as he got another beer out of the mini fridge that sits out in the sunroom. I laughed and said, “Have another one, Padre.”

My Dad laughed and sat down. He opened his beer and took a swig. “That mean’s Father, as in Priest — not Dad,” he said with a laugh.

“I thought it meant brother?” I said, and we both laughed.

We fell silent for a while and looked out on the snow as it continued to fall. Dad drank his beer in a fast and nervous way, and I fidgeted with my cast trying to think of something normal to say, when all I wanted to do was talk about the other day in the shower. I had so many questions I didn’t know where to start.

Finally Dad broke the silence, “It was nice to see everyone stop by to see you. You’ve got some good friends.”

“Ya, they’re great.” I said, and looked at my Dad, “But to tell you the truth, after what you told me the other day, I couldn’t help but wonder if any of them had given each other blowjobs.  You know — experimenting with each other.” I flushed with nervous adrenaline wondering what Dad’s response would be.

He took a drink of beer and chuckled, then in a drunken-philosopher way said, “Do you mean your friends blowing each other, or blowing their brothers?” The feeling of talking about dirty things washed over me and I took a subconscious look back at the door to make sure it was closed.

“Both.” I said. My Dad laughed and took a drink of beer.

I fidgeted with my cast a little more, then looked at him, “Do you think that makes me gay? I asked.

My Dad looked at me and said, “Not necessarily, Jason. It’s just a normal and healthy curiosity, whether you’re gay or not. Either way it doesn’t matter.”

He took a long drink off his beer, and then sloshed the can out towards the windows to the back yard, in a wide sweeping motion, “From the beginning of time straight guys have experimented with each other, just the same way gay guys have experimented with women.” He sat back in his chair and took another drink. “The simple truth is being gay is what makes you gay, and being straight is what makes you straight. Anything else that happens in between that is just being a human, Champ.”

I smiled with a wave of relief washing over me, and I no longer felt weird about the intense horniness I was feeling, so I just went for it.

“How did it happen between you and Uncle Ray?” I asked. My dad gave a drunken grin to nobody in the room, and talked in an open way. I think the beer had killed his inhibitions. “When Ray and I were growing up people acted like water was gold,” Dad said, “so we always bathed together and then showered together when we got older. It was a normal thing back then We even had to swim naked at the YMCA.  Something about threads from bathing suits or whatever … anyway…”   Dad paused as if he was off in space for a few seconds.

I was going commando in my flannel pajama bottoms and my hardening cock was making a noticeable bulge, and then went to a full-on tent pole in the front of my flannel bottoms, yet I did nothing to hide it.   It just stood straight up and out causing absolutely no doubt as to what was causing the bulge.

“It started off innocent enough,” Dad said, “Ray showed me how to jerk off, so we started doing that together and watching each other cum. But one thing was, I was fascinated with Ray’s cock, He’s almost two years older than me and he had a huge cock, I would always just stare at his dick when we were jerking off in the shower together, or in our bedroom after bedtime.”

My Dad adjusted his hard cock in his almost identical flannel pajama bottoms, and finished off his beer. I got up and grabbed another one for him from the fridge. When I handed him the beer he seemed to be hypnotized by the tent in my pajamas.  Now it had fallen to straight out, and I made no effort to adjust it. I looked huge with it sticking out like this, and wondered what Dad would say about it when I gave him the fresh beer.

I sat back down, fascinated with the idea of Uncle Ray’s huge cock. “How big was it?” I asked?

“Big,” Dad said. “When he was only 14, Ray was probably the same size I am now, just not as thick.”

Dad started unconsciously rubbing his cock through his pajama bottoms, so I did the same. “It grew to be about 7 inches flaccid, that’s with it soft and hanging; and who knows how big when he got a hardon.”

I looked down at my own cock and sighed “Jesus.”

Dad chuckled. “You said it, Champ. Actually now that I think about it, you’ve seen it in the flesh.”

I gave him a questioning look. “You were about 6 or 7 at the time. The whole family was camping at Cannon Lake, and me and you showered with your cousins and uncle in the big open outdoor showers at the campground.”

Him just saying that made me remember a bit. “ Oh ,yeah,” I said, “It was a big concrete pad surrounded by stockade fences with benches in the middle and shower heads all around on the fence.”

“Yep,” Dad said, “That’s how I knew he grew to 7 inches flaccid. That’s why I keep telling you I’m not that big, Champ. Do you remember seeing him naked?”

“I don’t think so,” I said, “I was probably horsing around with my cousins.”

I kept rubbing my bulge and looked at my Dad. “Did you and Ray do anything on that campout?”

Dad downed his beer and got up to get another one, still sporting a huge tent in his pajamas. “Na.” He said, “We never did anything after he graduated from High School.”

The thought of my Dad and his brother together was so hot for some reason. “What other things did you guys do with each other?” I asked.

My Dad chuckled as he settled back in his chair and adjusted his hard-on. “You’re eager aren’t you?”

“Sorry.” I said, feeling a bit embarrassed for being so open with my curiosity.

Dad chuckled again. “No, No don’t worry about it, Champ” He said, “I laugh because you are exactly like I was at your age.”

“Really,” I said with a smile.

“Every guy is, Champ.”

He took a drink of beer. “Sooo,” He said, “You want a good story. Well, we jerked off together and jerked each other off for a few years. Then when I was 14 and Ray was 16, him and some of his friends snuck into a porno movie theater and spent all afternoon watching dirty movies. After that, one day we were in the shower and Ray soaped up my dick nice and good, I just thought he was going to jerk me off again like he always had, but I guess the porno had taught him a thing or two about blowjobs and whatnot.” Dad moved his hand under his pajama bottoms, getting caught up in his story. I could see him openly stroking himself inside his pajama bottoms. I did the same and moved my hand under my pajama bottoms and just rubbed my foreskin over my cock head. On and off, over and over.  It was my quiet way of jacking off when I knew my parents were awake and within hearing distance.

“But then Ray stopped stroking me when I got hard,” Dad said, “and told me to rinse off. I reluctantly did what he said, then he got on his knees in front of Me. ‘What are you doing, Ray?’ I asked. Your Uncle just looked up at me as he took my dick in his hand and said, ‘Don’t worry Bro; I learned something new that looks like fun.’ Then he moved his mouth up to my dick and licked the underside of it with his tongue from my ball sack to my dick head.”

Dad was starting to breath heavy. “I didn’t know what Ray was doing but when his tongue ran up my shaft it was as if the heavens opened up.” We both laughed.

“I know that feeling.” I said.

“Then he took my whole dick in his mouth, my knees went weak and I moaned his name loudly. He took his mouth off of my dick and said ‘Will, shut the fuck up, Mom and Dad are downstairs.’ ‘Sorry.’ I said. I just couldn’t help it. He took my cock back in his mouth and moved up and down its length. It probably wasn’t too hard to take, ‘cause I was only about 3 and a half inches at that age. My knees gave out when I came in his mouth and I fell on top of him.”

I wanted to jerk off so bad I almost pulled my cock out; instead I just slowly moved my foreskin over my cock head and rubbed the pre-cum leaking out of my cock all over my glands.

I looked at my Dad with a smile and said, “So you got your first blowjob in the shower just like me.”

My Dad laughed and it broke him out of his memory. “I guess you’re right,” He said, as he got up to get another beer. “Never thought about it.”

“Did you ever give him a blowjob?” I asked. Dad sat down and opened his beer.

“Yeah, immediately, in fact. After I recovered, Ray stood up with his huge hard dick sticking out in front of him.”

“How big was it then?” I asked.

“Oh,” Dad said, “I guess something like 7 and a half inches hard, and about as thick as mine is now.” He rubbed his cock to demonstrate. “But it was long. I had kinda got used to it over the years always jacking him off. But as I got down on my knees with the idea of putting it in my mouth, I was a little scared, mostly excited but a little scared, too. I could only go about half way down, but immediately Ray started moaning and he put his hands on the back of my head and took control. He gagged me a few times trying to get it all in me before he shot a huge load in my mouth.” Dad took a long drink off his beer. “After that we gave each other blowjobs almost every day.  It was much better than just jacking off or jacking each other off.”

I felt like I was going to explode. I had to go to the bathroom. I left Dad with his hand down his pajamas, and went into the house. I almost jerked off in the bathroom but didn’t, thinking I might be able to talk Dad into taking care of it for me. You know — play the poor crippled-up kid. So I just took a piss with a raging hard on, which, as we all know, is always a good time.

I walked back in the sunroom  with my dick still sticking out down my leg and closed the door behind me. I readjusted my hard on so it was more noticeable so Dad might do something about it. But he was passed out in his chair. His beer can was laying in a small pool of beer on the floor. His cock was still raging hard under his flannel pajamas though.

In a quick loud voice I said “Hey, Dad.” He didn’t move. I moved in front of him and shook his leg. He just breathed loudly. He was out. I moved my hand down my pajama bottoms and rubbed my balls as I contemplated my options. Curiosity and horniness slowly took over and I knelt down in front of my Dad.

I freed my hand from my ball sack and slowly moved it over Dad’s large bulge. His breathing changed a little, but he didn’t sir. I got a bit bolder and untied the drawstring and pulled his pajamas ever so slowly over his cock. He was going commando just like me. Like father like son, I guess.

My heart raced just knowing that at any moment he was going to wake up and catch me. But at the same time I didn’t care. His cock looked so huge out in the open laying on his stomach. I just knew that for whatever reason I wanted him, and more specifically, his cock in my mouth.

I got his pajamas opened and splayed down under his balls and could no longer help myself. I buried my lips in his hanging nut sack. It was so warm and surprisingly, well, soft and silky is the only words I can think, even though that’s not exactly right. I slowly ran my tongue around his balls, trying to keep myself from just going fucking crazy on his fat cock.

With my nose on his hard shaft and my mouth on his balls I couldn’t take it anymore, so I slowly moved my tongue all the way up his shaft to his head. My Dad stirred with a slight moan. I sat back on my feet somewhat startled, and watched my Dad. He unconsciously opened his legs even wider, but he still seemed to be out of it.

I got back up on my knees and moved my left hand up to his cock. I lifted it up and ran my tongue up his shaft again; He was leaking pre-cum like crazy. I swirled my tongue around his mushroom tip and got my first taste of his precum; of any precum, for that matter. I’d never even considered eating my own cum or pre-cum. It was nothing to write home about, but it wasn’t bad either.  Just a bland saltiness to it.

I knew I had no time to spare so I just went for it and took his cock head in my mouth and tried to take as much of his shaft as I could. I got a little more than half way down before I felt it rub on the back of my throat. My dick pulsed in my pajamas, and I felt like I could cum myself. When I felt the throbbing heat of my Dad’s cock in my mouth, and felt it on the back of my throat I knew I wanted him to cum in my mouth while I shot my own load in my pajamas.

I kept his cock in my mouth and moved my left hand down to my own cock and started stroking it. My cock head was covered with pre-cum and it made a nice lube between my foreskin and cock head as I rapidly moved my sheath over my sensitive head. With that overwhelming feeling, and having Dad’s cock in my mouth, my building orgasm felt like it was going to be like no other.

I moved my mouth back to the top of his shaft, then plunged back down taking more of it in this time. My mouth made a loud slurping sound around his cock and my Dad moaned louder than I was comfortable with. But I couldn’t get myself to stop sucking his hard cock. As I moved my mouth back up and down his shaft, Dad moaned and mumbled “Oh, Ray, that feels so good.”

That did it for me, I came in my pajamas so hard I moaned with my Dad's cock in my mouth. Once my orgasm passed, fear set in and I said to myself “Jason, what the fuck are you doing? You have your passed-out Dad’s cock in your mouth. What the fuck are you thinking?"  But I kept on sucking on it.

I quickly pulled my mouth off his cock and lightly laid it back on his stomach, It was covered with saliva, and some of my cum that was on my hand rubbed off on it. I licked my cum off his cock before I pulled his pajamas back up and tied his draw string back up.

I left him in the chair, then went and laid in bed contemplating what I had just done. I fell asleep thinking about the shower I needed to take in the morning.

I woke up early the next morning, and Mom was making breakfast. She said that Dad didn’t make it to bed ‘til about four in the morning so he’d most likely be sleeping off a hangover.

After Mom went to work I read the paper and sat around in my boxers. I was hard the whole time thinking about last night. I was hoping Dad would wake up and see me with a tent in my boxers. But around 11 I gave up and decided to try a shower by myself. I taped a bread bag around my cast and went into the bathroom. I just left the door open and pulled down my boxers. I checked out my hard on in the mirror on the back of the door, and then I stepped into the shower.

I turned the water on hot and rinsed off. I squirted some soap on my pubes and rubbed it in. I washed my cock and balls and most of my lower body, before I decided to try and jerk off with my left hand. It seemed to work last night with Dad’s cock in my mouth.

I pulled the foreskin back and rubbed the glands under it. I moaned loudly and moved my hand up and down my length, I started to relax and get into the flow of it, when I heard my Dad walk in the bathroom, and start taking a piss.

“How’s the solo shower going, Champ?” Dad asked. I stopped jerking off and said, “I’ve done about all I can. Can you help me?”

“Sure thing,” He said, “let me finish first. I don’t think I’ve had to piss this bad since I was 21.”

I laughed. “Are we a little hung over this morning — well… afternoon?” I asked.

Dad chuckled as he finished pissing with the last few little audible squirts. “Not as bad as you would think.” He said, “Had some crazy dreams last night, though.”

I froze. Oh shit he was awake; I’m caught, fuck, fuck, fuck. All I could muster was, “I hear that happens when you drink a lot before bed.”

Dad laughed and said “Oh, yeah? Is that what you hear?” He flushed the toilet and the water in the shower went scalding hot.

I yelled and jumped away from the water, “Jesus, Dad, I’m in the shower.”

“Oh shit. Sorry, Jase.” He poked his head in the shower, “You ok?” he asked as he looked at my hard on, then laughed. “Yeah, you look like you’ll make it.”

I looked at him looking at my cock and said “What you’ve never seen an uncircumcised cock before?” then smiled at him. He pulled his boxers off and said, “Touché, Jason, touché.”

He stepped in the shower with his cock already half hard and looked at my cock again. “Were you going to take care of that before I walked in?” he asked.

“The thought had crossed my mind,” I said. He didn’t even bother going over to the other shower this time. He just rinsed off under my shower.

“Sorry,” he said. “I can go if you want?”

“Don’t be stupid,” I said, “I need your help.  And… I’d rather you stay.” I held up the shampoo bottle.

“Oh, yes,” Dad said, “the shampoo.” He grabbed the bottle, and I ran my head under the water.

He walked up to me and squirted some shampoo in his hand, then rubbed it in my hair. I tilted my head down and looked at my hard cock sitting right next to his semi-hard monster. I couldn’t believe I had that in my mouth last night. I had to fight the urge to drop to my knees and swallow it whole.

Dad continued washing my hair, and said, “Yeah some strange dreams last night.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. Then for some reason I reached out and rubbed his balls.

My Dad sighed and said, “It’s all right, Son. But you could be doing this stuff with one of your friends.” He didn’t pull away from my touch. This was so hot. He knew I had sucked his cock and he didn’t care, and now he was letting me rub and caress his balls.

He stopped rubbing the shampoo in my hair and told me to rinse. He put some soap in my hand and said, “Do some washing while I put some conditioner in your hair.” He stepped back up to me and started rubbing the silky liquid into my hair. It felt so good.

I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do so I rubbed the soap in to my pubes and started rubbing my cock up and down.

“How about your teammate Travis?" Dad asked. “He seems like a kid that might be into that?”

I moaned, looking down at my Dad’s cock while I stoked my own. “You think so?” I said.

“Yeah,” Dad said rubbing my hair around. “Have you seen him naked?” Dad asked.

“Yeah,” I said with a whimper feeling like I might cum at any moment, “He’s got a pretty nice cock. It’s about the same size as mine, but cut. I don’t know what it looks like hard,” I said. “Anyway I don’t think he would be into it.”

“You’ll never know until you try,” my Dad said.

I took that as a hint and slowly moved my hand over to my Dad’s thick shaft and rubbed it on the top side, and around its head. My Dad let out a long sigh as his cock grew in my hand.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft and moved it slowly up and down.

“Do you really think some of my friends have jerked each other off and given each other blowjobs?” I asked. Dad moaned and said, “You bet, and probably more than that, Champ.”

“What do you mean more than that?” I asked.

“Let’s just say Travis looks like a kid who has taken it up the ass a few times,” Dad said. “I should know. We smell our own.”

“That sounds hot,” I said, and quickened my pace on my Dad's shaft.

His cock felt so nice in my hand, I wanted to make him cum so bad, since I didn’t get to last night. Dad pulled my hair a little as his orgasm built. Then he said, “Jason, You’re going to make me cum.” He abruptly stepped back away from my hand.

I looked up at him, “What’s wrong?” I asked.

Through heavy breath he said, “Go ahead and rinse off.” I got under the water and rinsed off.

“Don’t you want to cum?” I asked.

My Dad looked at me and said, “It wouldn’t be right.”

“What do you mean?” I said kinda angrily.

Dad smiled at me and got on his knees and looked up at me. “It wouldn’t be right for me to cum before you have. You look like you’re going to explode.” And with that he grabbed my hard cock and slowly slipped the foreskin back and ran his tongue around my mushroom tip.

My knees went weak and I moaned “Oh, Dad. Thank You.” He took my cock in his mouth and moved it slowly down to my nut sack. I ran my fingers through his hair as he pulled his mouth back up my shaft. I put my hand on the back of his head and forced it back down on my cock, thinking about what he had told me about Uncle Ray doing the same thing to him.

He moaned on my cock when I forced it into his mouth. I started fucking his face while moaning and saying “Dad, don’t stop.” He moved his hand up to my ball sack and rubbed it as his hand moved to my taint. One finger rubbed my taint while another moved back to my ass.

I threw my head back and moaned. My Dad’s wet tongue just kept moving along my shaft and foreskin and over my cock head. And his finger was now working my hole

Dad rubbed my asshole with his finger, and then slowly worked it into my ass. Just as his finger made it to my prostate and rubbed it up and down, I lost it. I forced Dad’s mouth all the way down my cock and held it there as my cock exploded in his throat. My Dad kept moaning as my asshole clinched around his finger in spasms and I shot a surprisingly huge load in his mouth and down his throat. I think I yelled “Oh, fuck, Dad. Take it.” Then my knees went even weaker and I almost fell on him.

After a moment I realized I had a death grip on the back of my Dad’s head and I let him loose. He laid back on the shower floor breathing heavy and I sat down between his legs, fearing I was going to collapse anyway.

With heavy breath I said, “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me. That was great. I never thought a finger in my ass would feel that good.”

My Dad laughed looking up at the ceiling. “It does. Damn, Jason, that was so hot I almost came while sucking your cock,” my Dad panted. I looked down at my now deflated cock and just relished in the hormones and adrenaline pulsing through my body. Then I realized that Dad didn’t spit out this time.  He must have swallowed all my cum, because he definitely did not spit it out.

Dad spread his legs apart so I could have more room to sit on the floor. I looked at his hard cock laying on his stomach and his nut sack hanging between his legs; it hung so low I could have probably pushed his nuts into his asshole. That thought got me hard again, and I moved up between his legs and laid my body back behind me.

I took his sack into my mouth for a time, and then ran my tongue up his shaft. My Dad ran his fingers through my hair, and moaned “Oh, Champ, that feels so fucking good.” I grabbed his cock and a lifted it to my mouth. I sucked the pre-cum off his huge mushroom tip. Dad bucked his hips and said, “I guess that wasn’t a dream.  Your mouth feels just as good today.”

I took my mouth off of his cock and said “Sorry, I got a little carried away last night.” He laughed and raised his head to look at me.

“It’s okay, Sport, Just don’t do that when your Mom’s in the house.  How the fuck would you ever explain that had she opened the door to tell us to go to bed and there you are with my cock in your mouth, and me passed out?”

 I smiled at him and took his cock back in my mouth. I had never even considered Mom coming back to get us to go to bed, but she had done it before when we stayed up late. Dad sighed and laid his head back down. I only went about half way down then took my mouth off his cock again.

“Tell me some other things you and Uncle Ray did with each other. Did he ever fuck you?” Before he could answer I took his cock back in my mouth and swallowed as much as I could in hopes it would keep him talking, and talking dirty.

My dad let out a long “Oh, Yeah… Ray fucked me.” As he said this he started putting pressure on the back of my head. I took more and more of his six and a half inch cock as he talked.

“One day when I was about your age, Ray bent me over in the shower and drove his tongue into my ass hole.” Dad managed to get out through his heavy breathing.

I was making loud slurping sounds moving up and down his cock. “Oh, God, Jason.  That feels sooo fucking good.” My Dad breathed. “Ray kept tonguing my asshole and I started jerking my cock and I was telling him to go deeper. He slid a finger in my hole and started rubbing my prostate.”

My Dad moaned and moved his ass up in the air when he felt my finger rubbing his ass hole. “Oh, Champ, Yeah, stick your finger up my ass,” Dad said quietly. I kept a good pace sliding his shaft in and out of my mouth while I slowly pushed my wet finger in his ass with intentions of finding his prostate.

I found what I though was his prostate and slowly rubbed it. “Oh, fuck,” My Dad cried, “I haven’t felt this good since I was 16.”

I took my mouth off his cock and held it up with my bread bag covered cast. “Keep telling me about Ray.” I said. Then I took his cock back in my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Dad said with heavy breath, “Ray’s finger on my prostate made me orgasm like I had never before. I shot my load all over the shower wall with a loud moan. But Ray didn’t stop once I came; he just kept fingering my hole. Then he grabbed some baby oil that was in the shower and rubbed it all over my ass. It felt so good I never went soft.” My Dad stopped and grunted a few times.

“Jason,” He said. “Grab the baby oil off the shelf. I think your Mom keeps some in here.” I took my finger out of his ass and pulled my mouth off his cock. I knew exactly where the oil was because I used it to jerk off from time to time.

My Dad started stroking his cock as I squirted some baby oil on his ass. I pushed two fingers in this time; Dad moaned and moved his cock towards my mouth. I slowly took his cock back in my mouth as I moved my finger in and out of his ass. “Un Huh, Just like that, Champ,” Dad said softly.

“Then Ray lubed up his cock while he was still moving his finger in and out of my ass.” Dad panted, “It never even crossed my mind that Ray had a huge dick. I felt the tip of his cock head start pushing into my ass. Oh, God, Jason I’m going to cum.” My Dad sounded desperate, and I had him under my complete control. I pulled my mouth off his pre-cum covered cock. “How did it feel?” I asked and went back down on his cock.

“Oh, fuck, that feels good, Jason!” Dad moaned, “Some people say it hurts bad the first time, but even with Ray’s huge cock it only hurt for a minute, then it felt great. It only took a few strokes of my brothers cock in my ass before we both … Oh, fuck!” Dad cut the story off and yelled, “Oh, fuck, Son! I’m gonna cum right now!”

His ass hole tightened around my finger and I sucked the cum out of his cock. He pushed my head all the way down his shaft. The first and second shot were so powerful it made me choke then the rest of the cum just flowed around my lips and down his cock.

He slowly released my head from his grip as his orgasm subsided. I spit a huge load of cum on the shower floor. My fingers were still in his ass and I decided to keep this going and started to move my finger in and out again. My Dad moaned and twitched on the floor. I moved up on my knees in between his legs.

He looked down at my hard-on and gave me an exhausted laugh.

I finger fucked his ass hole long enough to let his orgasm subside, then I pulled my fingers out and squirted some baby oil on my cock and lubed it up. I moved my cock to my Dad’s ass with much anticipation to lose my virginity, in the weirdest way possible, but at this point I didn’t care.

My Dad said, “Go slow. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.” I slowly pushed my cock into my Dad’s ass. Once I made it in we both moaned. “Oh, fuck, Jason!” my Dad yelled. “That feels better then when Uncle Ray did it.”

His tight hole felt better than anything I could have imagined. I just hope pussy feels this good.

I moved all four and a half inches of my cock slowly in and out of his ass. His balls were hanging low and laying on my shaft. I moved them up and rubbed them on his cock.

I grabbed the baby oil and lubed up Dad’s cock and balls, then I rubbed his slick balls up and down his shaft.

“Oh, yeah, Jason,” Dad moaned, “Just like that.” I let go of his balls and just stroked his thick shaft up and down. It felt so great all oiled up. I felt so dizzy and hormonal I knew I was going to cum at any moment.

Dad moaned and said, “Oh, Jase, Fuck me harder,” I didn’t know if I could without cumming, but I started slamming my cock in his ass. I slid my hand up and down his cock as I pounded him. I knew it wasn’t going to be long now.

We both grunted and moaned, His eyes were closed and I just kept looking at the pleasure on his face.

“Oh Fuck,” I yelled, “Dad Can I cum in your ass?”

Dad grunted and said, “Oh yeah son, cum in my ass. Please, come in my ass!  Oh fuck me, Jase!” Dad rubbed his hands on my hips and ass and that seemed to do it. I jacked him faster as I had the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

When I came in my Dad’s ass he moaned loudly. I fucked his ass with such reckless abandon, and yelled “I’m cumming, Oh fuck Dad I’m cumming in your ass!!”

Dad grunted and his ass tightened around my shaft, He said, “Me too. Don’t stop, Champ. Don’t stop!” And with that, just as I was finishing shooting my load in his ass, my Dad shot a massive load. The first two ropes of cum shot over his head then the rest landed on his face and chest.

“Jesus,” I said having never seen cum shoot that far before. I slowly stroked his deflating cock as we both enjoyed our orgasms.

I pulled my cock out of his ass slowly and laid on the floor next to him as the hot water fell on us and we caught our breath. Dad looked at me and said “This makes me wonder if you’ll still need help showering after that cast comes off.”

"I have a feeling I will," I assured him.

We both laughed.