Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2002 08:36:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Pete Brown <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Stripper! Part 3 STRIPPER! Part 3 By Pete Brown (petebrownuk @ yahoo.com) Read all of Pete's stories in groups.yahoo.com/group/petebrownseroticstories That next week was brought a wholly new life for me. As well as sleeping with dad, I started at the town's high school, and had all the usual problems any "new kid" has in establishing my place in the pecking order. I also had to go and see Coach, and do a hard work out session in front of him, so he could see whether I was in good enough shape for him to even think about letting me join any of the school teams. Dad and I were soon into a comfortable routine: he got up and left for the mine, and I got up to get ready for school about an hour later. Amazingly, as I've never been good before at getting out of the sack in the morning, I now had no problem - I suspect it's probably because I was going to bed early with dad, and not staying up all night watching TV or playing with the PC. It was a bit strange at first, though, to feel the bed warm if I rolled over, where dad's body had been only a few minutes before. Dad had said that I had to come home straight from school, or after any practice or match that I had his permission to attend, and so I did. It wasn't so hard, actually, as I didn't really know any of the guys in my class, and I couldn't be bothered to try to sort out who was dating which chick to see whether I should make a play for any of them. In any case, I was having fantastic, regular sex, and my interest had waned in playing all the silly games you have to just to even get a date, let alone a fuck. I made some preparations for dinner, and then got on with my assignments. Again, these now started to seem much simpler: making a good start, and working at them, meant that they got done properly and easily. I realised before that I would come home at about 10 after a date, watch TV, and then try to cram the next day's preparation into a half hour slot when I was already falling asleep! No wonder they used to seem hard, and my grades were not all that marvellous. When dad came in we had dinner, and then we sat on the couch and talked, or watched a bit of TV. But by 9:30 we were always in bed - dad came home freshly showered from the mine, so he always got into bed first, but he liked me to shower and come to him all clean and fresh. I thought this was a great plan, because on the journey home, and during the evening, dad had a chance to regain some of his fantastic masculine scent that I found so comforting when he was holding me as we went to sleep (after we had had sex, of course). Our other ritual was that on Saturday mornings we slept in, and at about 9 o'clock dad would get up and make coffee and bring it back to bed with Danish. We lay there companionably drinking and eating, and I discovered the pleasure of massaging dad's cock and balls with one and whilst holding my Danish with the other; and whilst he did the same to me. Then, as soon as we had finished eating, we'd start to caress and kiss passionately and start a bout of real sex. Dad used these Saturday morning sessions rather like coaching: he introduced me to some new way of enjoying our bodies, so over the weeks I built up a full repertoire of sexual techniques and became as expert a lover as dad himself was. That first Saturday session after we had been in the cabin a week was fairly typical: I'd got up to piss whilst dad was making coffee, then we lay on our backs, side to side, fondling each other and eating. As we lay there I thought that then we'd move on to jerk each other off as we had been doing all week, but instead dad threw the covers aside and slid down the bed. I felt his strong hands grasp me around my hips, and then his tongue was licking my dick - of course I was erect at once, but dad kept licking at me and almost playing with my dick with his tongue. It went on and on, and dad did magic things to my dick - sometimes he took it in his mouth and ran his hot, moist lips up and down the shaft. Sometimes he just had the head and flange popping in and out of his lips. Sometimes he ran a thumb roughly over my exposed piss slit (he'd teased back my foreskin to expose my moist dick head), and that really made me squirm, and sometimes he simply rubbed the shaft of my dick, and my dick head, against the stubble on his face. I found the rubbing of my sensitive dick head against dad's dark, heavy stubble almost unbearable - it didn't hurt (dad would never hurt me), but it sent agonising waves of pleasure and pain through me. I just couldn't help moaning aloud and arching my back in ecstasy as dad did this. Pre-cum was leaking out from me in a steady stream, I was so excited, and dad would occasionally stop playing with my dick to lap it up from where it was falling on to my thighs and belly. Then he'd reach upwards and kiss me, so I got not only the taste of dad in my mouth, but the salty overlay of my own pre-cum as well. It was almost more than I could bear. I wanted it to go on for ever and ever. But your body takes over and you lose all conscious control when you're having that much stimulation, and I suddenly shot my load into dad's waiting, welcoming mouth. We lay there, side by side, both panting from the exertion and the pleasure, and both sheened with that moist film you get all over you when you've just had great sex. "Thanks, dad - that was fantastic!" "So, Steve, did any of those girls you used to go with give you a BJ like that?" "No! I was lucky if they'd take it into their mouth at all. And then they treated it as if it was something disgusting - something they had to do, rather than something they enjoyed." "That's what I've told you before mean, son. You need another guy to really blow you - only another guy can really appreciate what it's like to have a buddy give you pleasure like this." I thought it ought to be my turn now, so I started to inch down the bed so I could get my mouth around dad's dick. "No, hold on, Steve....." "Aw, come on, dad, I want to try all that stuff on you.... You deserve it." "No.. Hold on..... There are a few more things I want to teach you first. And you'll have recovered in a very few minutes, if you're anything like I was when I was 16! Whilst your balls are recharging, let's go into the bathroom and I can shave you." "Shave me?" "Yes - you've never shaved your balls, have you? They've got all that hair on them that came when you matured. If we're really going to have great oral sex together, we need to shave your balls - surely you must have felt mine were silky smooth when you were playing with them a few minutes ago." "Yes, dad.... But I thought it was natural!" "Don't be an idiot - do you see how much hair I have on my chest, and on my belly. And my arms and legs? Do you think that a hairy guy like me would have smooth balls naturally? " "No, I guess not." "You guessed right. I've been shaving them smooth since I joined the marines - the other guys in my barracks did it to me, forcibly, the first night I was there, but since then I've done it myself as I like the sensation. It's much nicer to fondle yourself when you're smooth, and of course it's so much better when you're being played with by a buddy. I usually need to just scrape them clean again once a week... So we may as well do it now. Come on - into the bathroom!" I'd turned over on to my stomach whilst dad had been saying all this, and as he got out of bed he gave me a hard, but friendly, slap on my naked ass. "Come on - move yourself!" Dad got me to stand in the bathtub, and he knelt on the floor. My balls were then at a good height to work on. He got me to hold my dick up out of the way, then stand with one foot on the edge of the bathtub so my balls were nicely exposed. I've got those low-hanging balls that hang right down, not the sort that sit right up under your dick and cause it to jut out. "This first time is a bit more tricky", he told me. "Now, stand very still as I'm going to snip most of the hair on your balls away with the nail scissors. And, whilst I'm at it, I'm going to trim your pubic hair a bit generally - you've got so much, like me in my natural state, that it doesn't show your dick to its best advantage." I heard him snipping away, and I got a bit worried. "Dad - what about the guys in the showers at school. Won't they think it strange if they see me shaved and trimmed?" "Look, Steve, think about the psychology of these men. Every guy looks at every other guy he sees in the showers at school, or in the barracks, or in a sport club - everywhere where there are naked men together. It's natural to want to take a quick peek, just to compare the other guy with yourself. Never mind what they say about small dicks being just as good as big ones, every man I know always wants to have the biggest dick in the group, and everyone looks at everyone else to size them up! But most men only take a very quick peek, and then look away - just a second, at most, to see the size. They really won't see the detail of whether your balls are covered in hair, or not. And as having shaved balls and trimmed pubic hair makes your dick and balls look bigger than they are, as they stand out more, most of the guys will only take a very, very short peek before knowing that you beat them hands down in the size game! They don't look again, ever, once they know you're bigger than they are - believe me, I've spent 20 years in the barracks' showers with hundreds of men!" "But if any do stop to take a closer look", he went on, "It's because they're interested in you. And if they're looking closely there, you know what form that interest is taking! So even if they notice you're shaved, there's not much they can do about it: either they are going to make some sort of play for you afterwards, or they are not. Either way they can hardly tell all the other guys what they've seen, else those other guys will think they are very strange to have been staring at a guy's tackle so closely! So don't worry about it." Dad finished snipping, then got a can of shaving foam and sprayed some onto his palm, then started to massage it carefully and gently into my balls. It felt great - not only to have dad massaging me like that, but to have all the smooth, slippery soap between his fingers and my sac. "OK, now hold still", dad said. "I'm going to shave off the stubble now. I'm going to have to stretch you sac a bit, pull your balls up and down, and generally get at all the surface - it's a bit complicated, as there's a lot of loose skin around as you know. But trust me - I won't pull hard or anything, and if it's too uncomfortable, just say. A guy's balls are the most sensitive part of his body, and it takes a lot of trust to let another guy pull at them and stretch his sac." I just stood there whilst dad did the shaving, and enjoyed the sensations that came from my balls. I was looking down at dad's broad shoulders as he knelt there, and could see his back tapering down to his narrow waist - I've seen some of those gay magazines on the top shelves of the newsagents sometimes, and wondered where they got men with such amazing bodies to pose for them. I thought that dad could have been one of those models, he was in such fantastic shape. And seeing him kneeling in front of me made me feel almost that he was actually worshipping my body. Or, as in those Roman fantasies, that he was a naked slave, ministering to my body whilst I was a proud master allowing him to touch me as he worked. "There - all done", dad said. "Now, feel them." I reached my hand down and rolled my balls in my palm. They did feel so different, and so much better. You get used to feeling your own hairy balls, I suppose, so that when there's a sudden change it's very noticeable. But dad was right - without the hair, I enjoyed the feeling of my balls much, much more. "OK, Steve, just once more. Now, turn around, bend over, and reach back and spread your ass cheeks apart - I shaved off most of the hair leading up to your ass hole when I was doing your balls, but I may as well run the razor down your crack whilst we're here." "Why, dad?" "Trust me, Steve! Wait and see!" So I did as dad said, and got a funny feeling, something I'd never experienced before, as dad massaged the shaving cream down the crack in my ass and rubbed it in all around my ass hole. Then I felt the razor slicking down the sides of my cheeks, and finally, a great tingly sensation as dad ever so gently moved the razor carefully around my ass hole. I wanted to wriggle with the pleasure this was causing me, but dad told me to stand very still, as he didn't want to risk cutting me. It only took a moment or so, though, and then dad told me to stand up, dry myself off, and get out of the tub. I walked over to the mirror, and dad was right - I'd always known I was well hung, but now I looked enormous! My balls were glowing pinkly against my remaining dark pubic hair, and with the thatch that had surrounded me tackle generally reduced in area and trimmed in length, my dick stood out even more. Curiously, as I walked across the room, that felt different, too - I guess as you grow up the hair in your ass grows slowly so you don't notice it's there. But when it's suddenly shaved away, you feel completely different as you move and your two cheeks slide over each other with much less friction. "OK, Steve. Now you know what I said about guys trusting each other?" "Yes, dad" "Well, I trust you, Steve. I usually shave myself - it's easy if you do it regularly, and you'll have to get used to doing it yourself before you go off to college as you can't rely on finding a true buddy in the first week there - but from now on I'm going to trust you to give me my weekly trim. Take care of my balls, son - it doesn't get any less painful as you get older if your balls get knocked or squeezed badly, you know!" With that, dad got in the tub and stood there with one foot on the edge. Very timidly I sprayed some foam onto my hand and started to massage it into him. And it took me an age to then shave dad, as I was terrified of applying too much pressure anywhere. But it was so good to know he trusted me to handle his most sensitive parts in this way. When I'd finished, dad turned round and bent over, and I realised that he wanted me to shave his ass crack as he'd done mine. This is the first time I'd ever seen a man's ass hole - as dad stood there, pulling his cheeks apart, I could see the dark coloured "pucker" against the milky whiteness of his body. I was trembling as my fingers approached it to spread the shaving foam around, and I'm sure it felt much hotter than the rest of dad's body as I touched it. I was scared, actually, as dad gave a little moan as my finger ran over it - I thought I'd hurt him, but I sensed that it was actually a moan of pleasure, on reflection. I remembered how I'd felt a few minute ago when dad's finger had touched my hole, and just knew that dad was having the same sort of feelings. "Good, son. Now let's go back to bed", dad said, and we went back into the bedroom. Dad started to suck my dick again, but now he added something else: he alternated treating my dick with ever so gently sucking first one ball, then the other, then both, into his mouth and teasing them with the tip of his tongue. Whole new waves of sensation flooded through me, and I was writhing and squirming on the bed, quite unable to help myself. His hot tongue also licked that hard bony area under my balls, then up over my sac, ad along the whole underside of my dick. The long, slow, languorous lick along that whole sensitive length of me made me sigh with pleasure. Dad broke off his sucking for a moment to reach up and kiss me, then as his head moved back down towards my crotch, he stopped to suck at, then bite gently, my nipples! I thought I was going to scream - it wasn't pain, it wasn't pleasure - I don't know what it was. But as dad gently nibbled at me, I thought I was going to go mad with the need to shout, to laugh, and to throw myself about. "Lesson two point five, Steve", dad said laughingly as he stopped for a moment. "A man's dick isn't the only pleasure point on his body. And men like having their nipples sucked and played with just as much as women do!" "Now for lesson two point six...." The tip of dad's tongue was now darting in and out of my navel, and I almost felt sick - you know the strange sensation you get when you push something into your navel. But now it was overlaid with pleasure, too. Then, finally, he returned to stroking, sucking and nibbling at my dick and balls - I thought I was going to go mad with pleasure. I knew pre-cum was leaking out from me all over everything, and I wondered how long I could stop myself from shooting, in order to prolong this pleasure for ever. But dad had one more trick in his armoury this time - he moved my legs apart, and went to kneel between them. Then one of his big, strong hands went under each of my thighs, and he lifted me gently upwards. My dick flopped forward to lie against my belly, and looking up at it I could now see the rope-like threads of pre-cum hanging from it. Then dad's tongue went to work again - I couldn't believe it: the hot moistness of it was pushing into my asshole, and I was totally flooded out with new sensations. Nothing could stop me now - I came, explosively, and my cum shot down my upraised body to trickle all through my chest hair. It's just as well that our cabin was isolated and right on the edge of town, as I knew that for the last few minutes I'd been moaning and shouting with the unbearable pleasure and sheer joy dad was bringing to me. If there had been any neighbours to hear, I can't imagine what they would have thought we were doing! As we lay next to each other, all I could do after I had recovered a bit was to turn my head towards dad's and whisper "Thanks, dad. You're the best dad a guy could possibly have." "It's OK, Steve. It's really good to be able to get close to you like this. Your grandfather never showed your uncle Bob and me any physical affection, and I always thought that when I had a son I'd want to show him just how much pleasure there was to be had in his body. I only hope that you'll do the same for your sons, one day. It wasn't so bad for Bob and me, of course, as being twins we always had each other - but we had to discover all to of what I've just shown you for ourselves." "You mean you and uncle Bob...." "Yes, of course. Most brothers play around a bit if the age gap isn't too great - no one wants to go with his whiney kid brother, after all. But Bob and I did everything together - we matured at the same time, and were always there for each other. We still do, when we manage to get time away from aunty Jen." "Anyway, Steve, let's not think about Bob... Yet. I'll introduce you to the pleasure of going to bed with twins if we can get him up here on a visit... Mind you, as he sits behind a desk all day, his body isn't as good now, in comparison with mine. But now, you owe me at least half an hour's pleasure... Get down there, and get my dick in your mouth!" I found there were other pleasures to be had from dad's body as I went down on him - the magic feeling of having his big, meaty dick head in my mouth, and the heady smell of the male pouring out from the scent glands in his crotch - I'd learned in human biology at school that there are more sweat glands there than in any other part of a man's body, and they produce a quite different smell in the sweat. I loved the feeling of his hot dick as I rolled it around my face, and his balls were so silky smooth to my touch. Dad, too, had sensitive nipples - must run in the family - and I enjoyed seeing him writhe and throw himself about as I remorselessly nibbled at his prominent teats sticking up from the big, dark aureoles that surrounded them. There's only one of the lessons that dad had taught me that day that I couldn't put into practice - dad's muscular body was just too heavy for me to lift up, so I couldn't get my tongue deep into his hole - for the time being I just had to imagine what it would feel like to experience that most intimate part of a man. End of Part 3 - to be continued.