My son was asleep up in his room so I go up there to wake him up. He's up in the attic, his own space, up a bunch of stairs, usually I just holler up to him. He's in college now and was always pretty independent, especially after he got his own space up there.
But anyway, when I get up there I poke my head in and stand in the doorway, no door on it though. We built the room together but never got around to installing a door there. So I peek in, and he's buck naked, ass up, passed out still.
I knock a few times. "Son? Son! Time to wake up!" I can always tell when he's just pretending. I step up and through the doorway and I'm walking over to him. "Son? You up?"
I wait a bit but then I sit on the edge of the bed next to him. He's got his head buried in pillows and one under his elbow alongside him. His legs are kind of crossed around the ankles. He's got this narrow waist and pretty noticeable butt. I'm sure he gets a lot of looks when he walks by.
So I'm wearing this robe that I always wear, and I never wear nothing under it so I have to position it when I sit down, but I'm facing away from him anyway. I pat him on the shoulder to wake him up, and he's grumbling, and I give his backside a little slap.
His face pops out of the pillows with his hair all messed up. He's squinting at me but laughing. I look at him and say, "You awake?" He says he's awake and he's looking back down at how he got nothing on him. I kind of expected him to bolt up behind me out of bed and cover up but he just stayed there as he was so we just started chatting. Not as embarrassed as I was at his age.
"What time is it?"
"It's still early. I think you got a hour and a half before you gotta be there."
"mmh.... mmkayn... "
"You want breakfast?"
"Yeah, that'd be great." But I just sit there still.
I ask him if always sleeps like that. He says only sometimes and usually with a sheet over him. I'm wondering if I'm gonna leave so he can get dressed but we're just talking.
I say, "so... last night..." and we're both looking at each other. "Last night you saw me down in the garage, huh?" He just kind of shakes his head yes but he doesn't look away.
"And I didn't have any clothes on, huh?" Now he shakes his head no. I tell him that sometimes I'll be naked down there for a bit if I'm changing into coveralls to work on the car or just on a hot night like we were having lately.
"You ever catch sight of me down there before like that?" He shakes his head no again. He's just waiting on me.
We just sit there for a second, not saying anything. I say, "Well, how'd I look? Not too bad?" He laughed. Then he looks up at me.
"Pretty impressive. I only saw from the back but, uh, everything looked like you keep in shape." I liked the sound of that. See I figured that's what happened, he walked in on me with my robe off and turned tail back to bed. But then he says, "so what were you two doing?" I wasn't sure what all he saw, but I guess he saw enough that it wasn't just me alone. The neighbor and me got naked and tugged one out, him in his garage and me in mine; first time, didn't really think he'd be into anything like that.
"Well... we were just kind of showing off to each other and then uh ended up... jerking off for each other." We looked at each other just like nothing strange at all, but we've talked about stuff like that before. I always figured you're gonna eventually both be adults together so get ready for it. I'm looking away and out the window and decide to pry. "You... you ever done anything like that?" He doesn't answer out loud so I look back at him. He shakes his head yes again and then he's looking away.
I tell him that's okay, lot of guys do a lot of guys don't. Nothing thi bee ashamed of. He says, "just one time though... none of my friends would be into that. This was at camp."
"Yeah? What'd you do, go skinnydipping and get into some grab-ass?" I asked him.
"No, we were in bed next to each other and talking late... and we were talking about how you don't look down at a urinal or in the showers, so you never really see anybody's but your own really. So then we showed each other."
"And then you both got hardons?" It sounded a little weird coming out of mouth. Most of our talks about sex stuff were pretty professional. But this was like locker room talk or a sex story at a bar. Maybe some guys talk with their dad like that, but I sure as hell never did.
"Yeah... I got a boner and then I wanted to see his, so he jacked off to get hard, and then we were just both jacking off for real."
So, now, whenever anybody's talking about anything like that, any kind of sexual talk... I'm just stiff, you know? So I tell him that that's what's happening under my robe. I'm figuring it's the same for him, if he wasn't already boned up with regular morning wood. I've got nothing under the robe to keep it handled, and he's just got a pillow to hide behind. And we didn't even bring up what I saw when I came up the night before.
I say, "You know, when I came in, I didn't think you'd be naked like this. I figured you'd put something on after I left last night."
"Well, it was hot. And my sheet was all gross. And, uh... you know... I don't really care if you see."
So then he just rolls over. He's on his back. He's hard, man. It brings back memories of me being that age and getting those megaboners all the time from anything. He's looking at me looking at it.
"Not bad, boy... you should be proud of that one." It's not a world record holder but I was impressed and I guess proud. "Yeah? Really?"
"Well, it's not like I'm too surprised, though. Those sweatpants you wear pretty much show the shape of everything... and that white swimsuit gets basically see-through. Plus, you know, I uh... figured you'd... take after me."
So I'm looking down and he's looking down, so I just get the robe out of the way. And I have not been hard like that in a while, really big one. He's just staring. I'm just showing off, letting him. I figure we're both show-offs. That gets me going too, like watching something or being watched... or both.
He says, "It kind of looks like mine."I say, "well, they all look pretty much the same, overall... but yeah, I think I can see a family resemblance." I'm kind of pointing it over. I take a hold and angle it his way.
So he's kind of sitting up now a little, instead of just flat on his back, and I twist a little so I'm more facing him instead of sitting away from him on the side of his bed. And I pull the robe out so I'm not sitting on it anymore. It's just still on my arms and shoulders but opened behind me. My bare leg and side are there with my bare everything there just poking up.
He's comparing them, and he holds his out and up, like we're gonna take a picture of the fish he caught. And so his hardon is like on my leg, just barely enough for me to feel it touching, 'cause it's hovering.
So I reach down and hold mine. I hold it up for inspection, pointing it over to him more. I'm not really squeezing it or nothing, but I can feel it between my thumb and fingers.
"Yours is thick, dad. Do you think mine will get like that later?"
"It might."
"What's it feel like?"
"Well, it probably feels just like yours... just thicker."
So it's one thing to show off, let some guy get a peek, maybe even jerk it together, but it's a whole other thing to touch, even just a quick feel... that's not something I'm always doing... but it seemed like he wanted to, and it kind of seemed like I wanted him to want to, too.
I looked down. And we're facing each other even more but he's still in bed and I'm still on the side of the bed though. I say, "if you want to feel it... you can feel it."
He asks if I'm sure and I nod yes and kneel, facing him, and wait. He reaches out slow and lifts it up, even though it's standing up on its own. He's like weighing it. He wraps his hand around it like he's gonna rev up a motorbike. He just holds it. But it flexes in his hand, and my balls draw up tighter. I didn't mean to. It just happened.
He pulls away and we laugh a little. He gets up on his knees and tries to do that too, and now he's showing off like it's a magic trick. Look, no hands.
"Did your dick look like my dick when you were my age?" Again, it's just a little bit more relaxed talk than we usually talk if we're talking about stuff like that.
"Did you jack off a lot when you were my age? How much do you jack off now, dad?" His questions are coming quick, and like I said that kind of talk in general just gets me going, dirty talk.
I say, "Now maybe that's enough. Maybe we should get breakfast going." He makes a joke about knocking over the orange juice with our boners. We both kind of laugh. I say, "I don't want to burn these eggs," and I grab my balls. We're just goofin' around real stupid.
"Dad, I feel kind of weird being naked while you have that robe."
"Well, maybe we should get dressed then.
He says, "No, you should take it off." So I laugh and drop it. We're both buck naked, and it feels kind of good. Feels like primal. I don't know.
He says, "This is cool."
"As long as you're okay with it.... it's okay with me."
"I'm okay with it. It's cool. You got a big cock."
"Well... you got a big cock too, boy. Just look at that thing."
We're both kneeling on his bed, facing each other, and we're both hard as nails, and just as solid. I say "them balls are pretty hefty too, son." He holds them. Not grabs them, he holds them up in his palm. "You ever check 'em? When you're, uh... you should check 'em out and make sure they're okay."
"Yeah, we heard about that in school, but I didn't know what they meant," he says. I tell him you gotta feel your balls and get to know what they feel like. I tell him he can come talk to me if anything feels off. He asks me how. I reach out one hand but stop. I want to ask but he just shows me that I can go ahead. I take one of his nuts and hold it in my fingers and I feel around.
They hang pretty low and they're pretty big. I feel the line going up and the back of it that feels a little bigger. "You feel that part son? Feel it." Both our fingers are feeling around his balls while our cocks are still pointing out. He's not quite getting what I'm saying about it. I stop, still holding. I say, "Do you want to feel mine?" He nods yes and reaches out.
I feel his fingers hold my balls and take one and roll it around and inspect it. Only guy that's done that is my doctor, and that's just a little different. Here it feels like I'm teaching him something but also like we're sharing a little something. It feels good. It feels special. I can't really say what all it feels like to have my boy be a man here in front of me like this.
I look down and his hand is on my chest now. He's never had his hand on my bare chest like that and feeling my chest hair. He's asking when I started getting it like that and if his will be like mine. I reach out and feel the start of his. It kind of reminds me of being his age and feeling my own chest. I didn't expect that memory.
"You like that? I mean... you'd like to have yours be like mine?" He nods. I tell him I think he's gonna look just like his old man. "It's like looking at picture of myself, boy." I give his butt a little smack.
We wobble a little on the bed from it and kind of catch each other's arms. My dick pokes his leg. His hand slides down my side. We're basically wrassling on the bed, still kneeling. I put him in a quick headlock, just for fun, just light, and give him a couple pats on the chest.
Then we're just stuck there, kind of locked horns. And below us is these hard long dicks. We're just holding each other up, kneeling. I look at his eyes and he's looking at the mirror, at my butt in the mirror. Showing it off for him is really getting me hot, knowing how much he likes it.
I think we're both aching to grab our dicks but we've been doing everything but. He says, "Dad? When you.... jerk off? How do you do it?"
"You want to see?"
"Well... you got to see me."
"But not everything.... I couldn't see that cock."
"Did you want to? You can see it now."My arm is around his side. My one leg is up against his. I could lean against him and make our balls push up against each other.
"You want to show me now?"
"Yeah... but I want to see you do it too. I uh... I want to watch you jack off."
"Like this? With my dick in my hand? You see how I'm holding my big cock?"
"Yeah... yeah... just like me."
We're both pumping it. Our hard dicks are right next to each other. I'm watching him look over at how I'm flexing my ass for him, pushing into my hand with my whole body, and he's doing the same.
I notice how he's rubbing the wetness from his cock into the head. He looks down at mine. He's staring. He whispers, "spit on it." I ask him what he said and he says it again. I spit on my dick, and it gets wet and shiny and slippery in my fist and faster and he's pumping faster and faster harder and harder.
"Son.... ugh. mmm... I'm uh, I'm almost.... what should I, uh, I mean...."
"Just... just let it."
I can't hold it. I didn't jerk off after I watched him last night or this morning when I woke up and remembered the night before but now here it's all pumped up and ready and he's watching me and look at that boy's cock and I shoot it all over his hard cock and fist and belly and boy he's rubbing it all over and slicking up that hard cock with my cum boy.
His balls flex up like before and he's showing off to the old man look at this, and here it comes all wet and warm spraying on me. A little up in my chest hair too. And we're just gripping right and choking it all out, letting our bodies push up against each other all wet still kind of side by side.
He's rubbing the jizz all over his balls. I never done that before but I gave it a try with him, felt alright.
He's a little more fit than me, just gets up and grabs a towel hanging off to the side to wipe up. We talk a bit just to check in, sure you're okay. Sure as shit, that was awesome.
I go to head downstairs and start breakfast because I have worked up a real appetite there. I'm just about to head downstairs, standing in that doorway, and he stops me.
"Don't you want to put your robe back on?" It's still down on the floor in a pile, and I almost just skipped through the house with nothing on at all.