My true story starts when I was very young. Now don't get the wrong idea though; my Dad wasn't into his own kids or anything like that. In fact, for the better part of his life he has been a volunteer minister for our church and a very moral and conservative guy. When Dad was younger he was a high school and college football jock. After college he married one of the school cheerleaders who later became my mom. Dad was a high school history teacher and football coach. So I come from an athletic background. I have found, that being raised around the intense jock mentality makes you very immodest and at ease with nudity in front of other guys. It also makes you horny twenty-four hours a day! When I was growing up, Dad made sure that my brothers and I were immodest. It was like he required it. Being immodest was a bit of a problem for only me. I was naturally shy-and still am-but Dad always encouraged showering together after working out, on camping trips, or any other time that guys did guy stuff. We had a shower in the basement that would be used for heavy cleaning up after yard work, chores, and working out at house. It never seemed odd or unnatural for us to group shower. I can remember taking baths with Dad up to about 6 years old-maybe a little later but it wasn't anything heavy. He didn't touch me unnaturally but I do have my earliest memories of the feel of his semi-erect cock against my back in the tub and his extremely hairy chest. Even at that young age, I remember feeling very interested in the hairiness of his body and the very large size of his penis and balls compared to mine. He never said anything about my stares though, even though I can remember getting caught looking all the time. Several other memories growing up were that we couldn't wear underwear under our PJs and we had to take them off if he noticed we had them on. After the age of about 13, we had to lose the pajamas and sleep nude. Dad said it was time to grow up and give up the PJs. As for himself, Dad was extremely immodest really to the point of being an exhibitionist when around my brothers and I. He would lounge around in the evening in ripped up PJ bottoms or shorts, and no shirt, and usually always joked around about his dick hanging out. I remember my attraction to looking into the "black hole" of his fly. He is a very hairy guy and his bush was super dense. As a kid, not only his pubic hair but also the hair that was like a carpet on his chest and stomach fascinated me. I remember the way his fat cock was also either nestled in all the crotch hair or the way it hung and swung if he happened to be a little fluffed. Dad was really immodest, especially if it was just us boys or other men around like at the public pool shower room. But he wasn't weird about it. In fact, I attribute my healthy attitude about sex, nudity, and masculinity to the way my Dad quietly and discretely encouraged rugged masculinity. He was always very slow and deliberate about undressing, showering, and hanging around. It was like he really enjoyed being naked and being naked with other men. The other male adults in these places always seemed to be relaxed too. They would visit and talk sports and stuff while standing around naked. Anyone who was in high school or college sports knows what I am talking about. Men like to be naked with other men if they feel safe with it like when it is socially acceptable in a locker room. And they do savor it. Even if we slept in the same bed occasionally as little kids, Dad would sleep nude. I remember the feeling of him holding me and feeling safe in his hairy chest. Dad also encouraged horseplay. As kids, my brothers and I wrestled and messed around a lot with Dad. As I have said, we were all raised with kind of a jock mentality. When I was about 10, Dad and Mom had the entire basement level of the house converted into a complete home for my brothers and I. We each had a bedroom in addition to a large living area, pool table and game area, wet bar, complete gym, and large indoor hot tub. Our bath was built like a locker room. We had a walk-in shower with four heads and a urinal. From that time on, my brothers and I thought nothing about showering together and Dad usually always showered in our bath and usually with one or all of us in there too. The bath was designed completely open. The stool didn't have a door on it, just like in a typical locker room. I think Dad was grooming us to be college football stars! As my brothers and I grew up, we had some great times there and it was the most popular hangout for our friends of any place in our small town. Especially the indoor hot tub. Dad had it built from scratch and we could get about 10 people in it. We were not allowed to have any girls in the hot tub until I was 14 and by that time my oldest brother was 18. Mom hated billards, hot tubs, and our basement area in general. She is a very gentile female. So my brothers, Dad and I were always in the buff when we used the hot tub. Hardons or erections were just part of being male. In some ways, Dad encouraged us not to be embarrassed or modest if we got a hardon. It wasn't like he taught a class in it, it was just that nothing was said to make us feel ashamed if we got a woody and we usually joked about it. However, if someone had an erection it was always mentioned in one way or another. We were raised talking openly about anything and everything just as long as it was only men around. When my older brother first started getting hairy my Dad made comments about it just like he did when my middle brother had an 7 inch erection when he was only 15. What made my relationship with Dad different from my brothers is that the male intimacy he raised us with didn't end when I think it usually does for most boys and their Dads-around 16 years old. Instead, being the youngest of my brothers, Dad and I just continued with showering together, working out together, and eventually jerking off together. Actually, jerking off together took quite awhile to happen though. I knew my Dad jerked off a lot, especially anytime my Mom was gone for a night or two or longer. I was a snooper and remember finding his cum towel one time along with condoms and Playgirl magazines. I jerked off and shot my little load into his cum towel as kind of a way to leave my mark with him. I also would put on his undershorts from the dirty clothes basket and masturbate in them. Dad always made a point of modesty when it came to sex between him and Mom. I never saw him with a rock hard erection that he didn't try to hide at least a little until around my 15th birthday. There was a couple of times he would get an erection when showering or in the hot tub, both in public or at home if other men had one. Dad always explained that getting a hardon is natural after a good work out and nothing to be ashamed about-just don't jerk it in public. The very first time I remember that he didn't try to cover his hardon or masturbation at least a little bit was when I came home from football practice early one afternoon and walked in on him after he had just finished beating off. He was naked-which was nothing unusual, but he had a rock hard erection and his chest hair was matted with a freshly shot load. He was really frank, just a little nervous, and said that he had just jerked off. I said, no problem Dad, as he continued into the bathroom to clean up. He had caught me masturbating several times before especially since I was an early bloomer. I can remember masturbating as early as 5 years old. When I was about 13, I was rubbing my dick against the mattress almost ready to shoot off when Dad came into my bedroom to get me up for school. I turned over on my side and he noticed a small wet spot. He ask me, what's this and then put his finger in it and then put his finger to his mouth and tasted it. I said it must be spit that I drooled out. He then put the covers back some more and took notice of my hardon. He put his hand around my little hard cock and the moment he touched it my dick shot out one little strand of cum. Dad said son, you had a wet dream and that's cool. It's just what boys do when they become a man and it feels really good." He didn't stroke me any further so it wasn't like fondling me; he just put his hand around it just for as long as he said that. I can barely remember that he put his fingers to his mouth as he turned and walked out of my room. We had several talks by this time about hardons and jerking off and other sex stuff but these were the first times either of us had actually caught the other in the act and with still messy evidence. The interesting thing was that after walking in on Dad, I noticed the black TV screen and knew that he was watching a video. I hit play on the VCR and a scene came on with these two beefy guys doing a chick. But one guy had his dick in the other's ass fucking him. I didn't know what it was all about and immediately turned it off. I was really kind of scared or something and didn't want Dad to know that I had seen the tape. I hollered into him that I was going to go back to school and run some laps and them I left. I was kind of confused by the whole situation until about four months later. Dad and I had been working out together in the basement gym and started to strip to take a shower - everything was very normal. While showering, I got a hard-on for no apparent reason and then Dad did too. Dad had always told us that being in shape and working out always makes you horny and that its perfectly natural to get a hard on. We just jerked off in private but Dad raised us with a positive and open attitude about masturbation as a very masculine thing. This time, he didn't just make a joke and let it go. He suggested that it sure would feel good to just jack off under the hot shower and that we could take care of ourselves right then and there. Then he actually started stroking his cock with the soap. Both of us lathered it thick. He told me to shoot first and to aim it right at him. That did it, I was extremely horny over the whole scene and I actually shot off in just about a minute after I first got the hard-on. The second I shot my last stream, Dad began shooting his. His first stream hit me on the shoulder, the second, on my chest, and the next three hit me right on my cock. He was totally at ease with it and we just started talking about the release and how good it felt as we finished rinsing off and then we started talking about getting some dinner. I do remember saying something about how much cum he shot out and he told me that in a couple more years, I would have man size load too. Instead of putting on a robe and going up to his bedroom to finish drying off like he usually did, he stood there and dried off real slow with me. After both of us were finished he walked into the recreation room part of the basement, naked, and suggested that we watch a video and get off again. He said that the video had a really hot scene between two guys and a girl. He had the tape in the machine already and turned it on and as we watched, he commented at the way all three of them were really athletic and well toned. Dad said that I was nearly eighteen and I will start noticing the importance of being in great shape to having really hot sex. Both of us had hardons at this point and started stroking. Dad said that he was going to get off again. He asked me if I was cool with jerking it a little with him. I said, that it didn't bother me at all and that it was pretty fun. Actually, I said that it was kind of cool to be with him when both of us had hardons and didn't try to hide them. He said, yea that what is important is that we have a good time together and that it feels so good. Then he said that it was cool to watch each other with hardons. I said that I always wondered exactly how long his dick was and I knew he was much bigger that me. Dad said that he was certain I had to be pretty endowed because it ran in the family. Dad is Irish and besides being built, hairy, and athletic, he is hung. I didn't know exactly how much until that day in the basement. We had both been fluffed before and he had caught me several times masturbating but he hadn't seen my hardon since I was about 13. He has a really fat cut 11 inches and I have 9 cut inches now but at that time I only was about 6.5. Both of us don't have huge balls. Dad's balls are big and low hanging and mine are average. At the time of our first porno watch, when I was 18, I only had 6.5 inches. Since then, Dad has grown to his full 11 inches only in the past ten years. Before, he had nearly 10. Something about age make things grow! Anyway, he blew a huge load while laying back on the sofa watching the video. He came right as the smaller of the two guys put his cock at the other guy's asshole and pushed into him. The guy on getting it was a big guy. Dad started moaning and told me to stand up and blow my load right on his dick. Even after he came he kept stroking his cock with my cum that I was blowing at him. When we finished we both hit the shower again and talked normally about how good it felt and other general stuff. Speaking of what we look like, besides keeping in very tight shape, both of us are 6'1" and very hairy. I am almost a carbon copy of my Dad but just a little better looking, so I'm told. While I was growing up, Dad always wore a flattop haircut and had a smooth shaven face. I have hair absolutely everywhere and very thick on my butt and legs. Dad is nearly smooth everywhere except for his chest, stomach, and pubes. In fact, it is kind of unusual how hairy he is in front but his butt and legs are practically smooth. I used to think he shaved them but he doesn't! At 62, Dad's chest hair is nearly solid gray while his stomach and pubic hair are now very light brown. While his chest hair has always been very long and dense, in his old age the hair has grown extremely long and dense. It will come much later in my story but eventually I get into stroking all that hair with my fingers. Most of it is about 4-5 inches and very curly. He was always toned and muscular and outside of a small gut now, is still in very good shape. Well, our jerking off stayed at about that level for the next 6 years. We had a pretty good time just masturbating together. There is something about sharing that part of you that just promotes further intimacy. During this time, we became best friends and very good jerk-off buddies. He told me all about his sexual fantasies and experiences and I told him mine. The talk always got very hot as we jacked off. Sometimes it got pretty dirty too. We continued working out together, camping, fishing, hunting, and hanging out. I dated girls only occasionally but didn't have sex with them. Dad and I talked about this and it kind of concerned him that I didn't seem to be driven toward women. Dad's sex life was pretty slow too. Mom hadn't gone down on him since their dating years and she had never eaten his ass, no oral or anal sex, no massage of his body or cock, and hardly ever even let him fuck her missionary style. He said that since he was about 38, they had sex about twice a month. It was also sometime during this period that I came home and found my Dad in the hot tub with an old friend of his from college. I remember that they seemed to be together doing something under the water but separated when I walked in. The guy was incredibly built, good-looking and hairy. I kind of dismissed what I was thinking when Dad told me later that his friend was married. How naive I was! Years later I would learn the truth-Dad was close to fucking himself on this guy's lap when I walked in. At 24 years old, I had my own apartment but was still a virgin. Then I hooked up with my best friend from high school and we began hanging out again. I kept it to myself but I had begun to fantasize about doing more with Dad than just fondling and jacking off. This was a confidence broken because Dad had made me always promise that I would share everything with him. I just thought that what I was feeling for him was way too out of the question to bring up or mention in hot talk during our jerk off sessions. My buddy and I were working out at the home gym at Dad's one day and then went in to shower. I kind of expected him to say something about showering after me but he stripped and came on into the little shower room with me. What followed was kind of a typical shower scene. We both got hardons as we were talking and before we knew it we were jacking off. Then in one quick move, my buddy reached for my dick and dropped to his knees and took it into his mouth. It was the best feeling I could imagine and I shot immediately into his mouth. About the time he stood up he stuck his tongue right into my mouth and then I heard, "what the hell is going on here." We both leaped in terror of my Dad's voice only to see him standing there buck naked with a full erection. He had been there watching for some time. Terry had to be experienced because the first thing he said was "nothing without you, stud daddy!" Dad told both of us to get into the recreation room. What happened next was really weird for me because Dad told me to watch as he took my buddy by the waist turned him onto his back and pushed him down onto the pool table. He then literally mounted him like a bull and placed his dick head right at my buddy's asshole. Dad asked him if he likes it rough and he simply said you bet man-take that huge cock and fuck me like a bad boy. Dad put his entire cock into by buddy and stroked it in and out for only about 4 or 5 minutes during which my Dad was saying the filthiest things I had ever heard him utter and then he collapsed on top of my buddy. They began kissing which really blew me away. Then, Dad climbed off of him, and walked into the shower. The only thing my buddy said to me before he left was that it worked out just the way Dad had planned it. He said Dad wanted to know if this type of thing was maybe what I might like to get into. Then he turned before leaving and said that if it were he would really be interested in seeing me again. He said, "Man, I really would get into working out and playing with you some more." And then turned and sprinted up the stairs and out the door. I sat there, still naked, in shock and really kind of scared. Kind of like the time when I was sixteen and had found Dad's video still in the VCR. I was thinking that Dad wanted to do this to me. To fuck me? And I was scared. Well much to my relief, when Dad came out of the shower, he sat down, with a towel around him he said that he wasn't really into fucking men but that he was certain that I would be. He had set up the scene with my buddy to push me closer to the edge. I kind of lost it and completely misunderstood what Dad was saying. I told him that I have wanted to play around more with him. More than just jerking off together every once in a while. I really would like to maybe see what it would be like to suck his dick. Dad said that I was misunderstanding the whole scene entirely. He said that he thought he could handle doing some exploration with me, that it would be fun, but he didn't know if I could handle it. He said that it would be incest and a pretty heavy thing to deal with. I said that I could handle it. After all, it was just having a good time and making us both feel good. Dad said that I needed to get some experience in sex with someone other that my own father. He suggested that I continue what he and I started with my buddy. I was pretty bold at this point and said that if I was going exploring into sex with anyone I thought it should be him. After all, we are best friends, I love him not only like my father but I love him like my brother and best friend. Then I said, you know dad, it would probably be about the best sex I could have. All he said was that he didn't think it was quite right but that we could just explore a little more and see as it happens. I said how about this weekend. Mom is going to Weekend College again and we can work out and hang out together. Dad said, that's a plan but don't expect too much. We will just let this happen or unfold slowly and only if it feels good and remains fun.
