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Subject: Hung, Uncut American High School Jock – Chapter 2 Saturday morning. I woke up and felt refreshed and rested in a way I hadn’t in a long time. I just had a perfect night’s sleep — like a great weight had been lifted off my mind. I sleep naked most nights, so I didn’t bother putting on my tighty whities (I didn’t wear sexy undies in high school since my mom was still buying them) and headed toward my bathroom. I decided that I’d take my morning piss in the shower. So, I hopped in, turned the faucet on, and…nothing. Not a drop of water came out. Well, damn. We had been having some plumbing issues with my bathroom, so my dad must have turned off the water to my bathroom to work on it. But, I still really had to pee. Next stop, my parent’s bathroom! I loosely draped a towel around me and tiptoed across the hall to my parents’ room. Their door was open and I could see that both my mom and dad were up and had already started their day. I could faintly hear the sound of pots or bowls clanking downstairs in the kitchen, so I knew my mom must have been making something delicious for breakfast! I didn’t see my dad, so I assumed he must be down in the basement doing some plumbing. So, I rushed into my folk’s bathroom, dropped my towel, and slid back my foreskin to pee. Oh my God! It felt so good! I seemed to go on pissing forever, a heavy stream of nearly clear piss (I drink plenty of water!). And, it felt so good that I really wasn’t aware of my surroundings. I just stood there, buck naked, with my head leaned back in the ecstasy that comes from your first morning piss. And then, I noticed it. The room was steamy. Apparently my dad had literally just finished taking a shower at the moment that I snuck into their room. The tub/shower was in a recessed niche on one side of the room and the toilet was on the other, so I hadn’t seen him when I popped in to drain my snake! But, as I turned around, my dad was still there standing in the tub drying himself off. “You must have really had to go, bud!” he said with a smirking smile. At that moment, I got a full frontal view of my dad — a view I hadn’t seen in years. His body was…outstanding. He was 37. He had a thick head of hair like mine, except his was about a third gray. His chest was nice and defined, with just a little trail of hair between his pecs and around his nickel-sized nipples. His abs were nice too. He wasn’t a body-builder, but he had a nice flat stomach that was undergirded by two deep grooves leading down to his groin. And as my eyes were drawn down across his body, I saw for the first time since I was a little kid a sight I know I will never forget. My dad’s cock. It was beautiful. Like me, my dad is uncut. Like me, he had a nice long foreskin which dangled past the end of an even nicer, longer dick. It was perfectly soft, but it was still easily eight inches long, and thick. SO thick! Like me, his skin was a smooth, even-toned alabaster, and that coloring extended down to his cock, which was only slightly more pink than the rest of his body. I could trace the faint blue lines of the blood vessels which fed the beast blood when it became engorged. At the end of his cock, the weight of the pendulum swinging between his legs, was a fat, mushroom-shaped, plum-sized cock head. And this is what it looked like soft!! I became instantly curious about what the head of his cock looked like. It was like a surprise present waiting to be unwrapped, as the head was concealed by a generous, velvety soft-looking foreskin, the tip of which hung well beyond the gentle curve of the tip of his pendulous cock. And most enticingly, I could see rivulets of water stream down from his curly dark bush, along the veins of his cock, and dripping drop by drop from the tip of his dangling, flaccid foreskin. I didn’t realize it — until I did — that I was staring at my dad’s cock and my mouth was hanging open. My dad made no effort to cover up, even though he had a hand towel which he was using to dry himself off. “Sorry we are out of big towels,” he chuckled, as he dried his armpits and chest. “No problem,” I said. “Nothing we haven’t seen before.” And then I realized that I was also standing naked in front of my father. But, having been captivated by the sight of my own father’s cock, I could feel my own dick starting to swell. It wasn’t a full hard-on yet, but it was definitely thickening. I had quickly looked down at my cock, eye could feel his eyes on me, and so I looked up and saw his eyes were studying my body too. And then, sensing he had been “caught,” he looked up and our eyes met. It was at this moment that something critical happened. Something that would change our relationship forever. Not a word was spoken, but my dad just looked straight in my eyes and smiled. He took his hand with the towel, and casually brushed it across his pubes and across his dick. He reached up under his cock to dry his enormous, low-hanging balls, causing his cock to gallop and buck as it hung over his wrist. He was putting on a show for me. I stared entranced as his enormous dick swung back and forth each time he towel dried his groin, left and right, back and forth. Then, he tucked the towel under his right arm. With his left hand, escort he held the first couple inches at the base of his shaft, leaving the rest to flop over his hand. With his right hand, he cupped the end of his cock, cradling his plump head. Then, with a slight squeezing motion, he drew back his generous foreskin, gathering the folds of supple skin behind the flaring ridge of his cockhead. With his left hand, he grabbed the waiting towel, and gently caressed and dried his foreskin and the head of his cock as it rested in the palm of his right hand. It was a deep pink with a slight purple hue outlined by the deep purple ring of the flared ridge at the base of his cockhead. He tenderly touched it as if it were some fragile precious object. I couldn’t speak. I just stood there with eyes wide open and tried to absorb every detail of what I was seeing. He dropped the hand towel, and then, with the head of his cock still cradled in the palm of his right hand, began to trace the lines of his cock with the index finger of his other hand. He slowly traced the blue veins which were barely visible through the fair skin of his dick. He gently spread the lips of his piss hole — a wide piss hole — and tickled the opening a couple times before tracing his finger along the underside of his massive mushroom head and rubbing his frenulum. He took his finger and laid it across the top of his cock, nestling it between the ridge of his cockhead and the gathered folds of his foreskin which were held back by the wide, flared edge. I could see it beginning to thicken and grow. It was not subtle either. The enormous length of his soft cock, which had lain slack between his hand and his body, began to swell and straighten, so that my father had to extend his arm to keep cradling his cockhead in his hand. Otherwise, the beast would have grown out of his hand. I had watched plenty of porn, but his was easily the biggest cock I had ever seen. Throughout this display of the manly organ which made me, he had dropped his gaze to his cock, and had a tender, sweet expression on his face. But then, he lifted his head, looked me in the eye, and grinned. “Close the door, son.” I backed toward the door, reaching my hand behind me to grab the door handle and push the door closed. My shaking fingers fumbled for the lock and made sure the door was absolutely secure. “You’ve grown into quite an attractive young man, son,” he said softly. “I am so proud of you.” He paused. I could tell he was thinking of what he wanted to say next. His lips parted, but nothing came out. With his left hand, he grabbed the base of his shaft again. Like me, he apparently produced a huge quantity of precum when he was turned on, and much of this had pooled between his palm and the underside of his cock. With the head of his cock still resting in the palm of his right hand, he swiped the glistening tip of his cock with his thumb to gather the latest supply of precum to pulse out. Then, he used his thumb to rub the slippery liquid all over the top of his plump head in wide circular motions. As he did this, he smiled at me. “And, I can see there are a lot of ways you are taking after me,” he said with the slightest chuckle. My own cock was fully hard by this time too, and I could see that a thick stream of precum had emerged from the tip of my own foreskin overhang, and the clear stream of viscous liquid was slowly elongating and dripping past my knees. I didn’t know what to say. Maybe my body was saying all that needed to be said. But, I wanted to let him know that this was ok with me. That I was enjoying it. That I was amazed by him. That I thought he was the most handsome man I had ever seen. All that could come out, though, was a wide toothy grin, and “yes, sir.” “Son, I know what you’ve been watching on your phone and on your laptop. When we gave them to you, we put in filters and monitoring apps so that we could make sure you weren’t getting into anything you shouldn’t. Your mother and I were impressed with how you didn’t do stuff online that you shouldn’t have for so long, and she stopped checking. I have kept an eye on what you do online though. As you’ve gotten older, I saw that you were looking at porn and saw the stories you were reading. I know that you are fascinated by boys instead of girls.” He paused. “And that’s ok,” he said reassuringly. “It’s more than ok. And I understand more than you might think I would. I want you to know that we can share anything.” My heart started racing. It was excitement and relief…joy and erotic curiosity…and a little terror… “You’ve seen the stories I’ve been reading?” I asked. “Yes, son,” he smiled. “Its ok to be curious about other men and their bodies, even members of your own family…even me.” I had been reading some pretty hardcore stories on fty. I had been reading about all sorts of things — college dorm hookups, high school sports experiences, but most of what I had been reading was a little more taboo. I don’t know why. It was just so hot to me. Every time I read a story about daddy-son incest…and even some other variations…it just made me cum so intensely. But, now, my father was telling me that he knew what I’ve been reading as he stands before me massaging the fat izmit escort bayan head of his massive uncut cock?! I thought my heart was going to explode. My breathing got faster, apparently pretty noticeably. “Hey, buddy. Come here,” he said. With that, my dad dropped his cock and opened his arms wide, inviting me into his warm embrace. He was 6’4, so I looked up to him anyway, but he was still standing in the tub so he was a bit elevated above his normal height. As I walked over I him, I could feel wetness as I slung precum against my knees and thighs. For the first time in years I nestled my head in my father’s chest, his slightly curly chest hairs pressed against my cheek. Wrapped his arms around me and held me close. With our bodies pressed together, I could feel his massive, massive cock pressing against my stomach. My own hard cock was swaying between his legs, taking turns coating the inside of his thighs with my silky slick precum. “Are you ok?” he asked. “Yes, sir.” I said quietly, feeling as if I were four years old again, being held in my father’s strong, loving arms. “Is there anything you want to ask me? You know I am here for you…” he said. It was what every gay or bi kid growing up in the South could ever want to hear during a `coming out’ conversation. But, my hormones were raging. RAGING. I could feel his cock pulsing against me with each beat of his heart. So, I asked my dad something I never could have dreamed of asking him just 24 hours earlier… “Can I touch it?” He knew what “it” was. He chuckled a little, and giving me one more tight squeeze before he let me go from his embrace, he said “sure!” As our bodies parted, it slowly lowered between us like a drawbridge. The long nipple of his foreskin trailed the rest of his cock as it lowered and drug down across my abs, smearing a trail of my father’s precum all the way. I stood just far enough apart that we were just separated about 11 inches, the length of my father’s cock. His foreskin overhang was still pressed against my stomach standing upright at a right-angle to the rest of his cock. Then, he `flexed’ his cock, and with one motion it surged to its full thickness and lifted an inch or two before lowering, swinging outward from my father’s body and weighted on the end by its bulbous foreskin-covered head. My hands were shaking, and my breathing had gotten more shallow, but I nervously raised my right hand and squeezed the tip of his long foreskin between my index finger and thumb. I rolled it around between my fingers, and smiled as I saw the clear liquid bubbling out the narrow tip. “That feels good, son. I am proud that you have a big uncut dick like your daddy. Do you like your foreskin?” he asked. “I do. I am really proud of it. It is my favorite part of my body.” “You should be proud, buddy. You’ve got a monster between your legs!” We both laughed as I continued rolling and tugging on his foreskin. My own cock was almost painfully hard and pouring a steady stream of precum by this point. Then, I knelt down. I wanted to see this next part close up! With the greatest care, I circled my thumb and forefinger around my father’s cockhead. It was much to large for my fingers to fit around the circumference of its big, bulbous end. But, slowly and deliberately I pushed the foreskin back. The elongated nipple of foreskin overhang which had been amusing me slowly grew shorter and shorter until it disappeared, just as the mouth of his foreskin gradually opened, and widened, and widened, and widened, revealing more and more of my father’s cockhead. I was amazed at just how similar our cocks were. It was like his was a larger, more mature, manlier of my own cock. The large pouting lips of his piss slit were pressed together, concealing the impressive width of his piss hole. As I continued to push his foreskin back, I used my index finger from my other hand to gently tease apart the lips of his slit, and just as I did, another massive precum burbled out from the tip. It was intoxicating to think about the fact that 16 years ago, it was out of this very slit that my father shot a load of cum that made me. My father’s cock was just a couple inches from my face. I know I could smell the distinct scent of his precum, and I am sure he could feel my warm moist breath as I closely examined the beautiful cock that made me — the cock which was the pattern for my own throbbing, massive member. Now that his foreskin was fully pushed behind his head, it bunched up, straining against the ridge of his cockhead, pushing it forward, and making the pink, purple plum seem all the larger. Close-up I could see the tiny, tiny ridges and that ran along surface of his cockhead from his piss slit back toward the base, and which gave the massive organ room to expand when he flexed it and a rush of blood expanded the bulbous head to its full capacity. The entire surface glistened with precum, the lubricant which allowed his foreskin to smoothly glide back and forth his cockhead. And while most of his head was covered with these tiny variations on the surface, the circumference of the head was crowned by a perfectly smooth, deep purple corona. The intense pink of his bunched foreskin was izmit sınırsız escort displayed behind the corona, and the contrasting colors between the two were beautiful. “You like my foreskin, son?” “I do, Daddy.” There was something especially sexy about having my father’s cock about an inch from my face and calling him “Daddy.” As soon as he said it, he smiled and moaned. I could tell that really turned him too. He pushed my head down and flopped the full weight of his fat cock across my face so that the bridge of my nose was nestled between the base of the underside of his cock and his massive ball sac. His big sac draped over my mouth and his balls rested under my jaw. His massive package was covering my face, and I loved it. I loved the weight of his cock on my face. I loved the feeling of his precum drooling onto my cheek. I moaned as a burrowed my face deeper into his groin, feeling the hair of his balls tickle the underside of my chin as I pressed against him. We had moved beyond a threshold. There was nothing about this that could be later explained away as “boys will be boys” or a father being supportive of his bi son. My father was taking sexual pleasure in pressing his massive cock against my face. He took even more pleasure as moved my face down further, so his entire ball sac was covering my face. He took even more pleasure as he grasped the shaft of his cock in his right hand, pushed his foreskin forward to its rightful place covering his head, and pressed the bulbous head against my forehead, against my closed eyes, down my cheeks, and then teased my lips with the long, protruding nipple of his foreskin overhang. As he swept his ample foreskin back and forth against my lips — again and again — my lips became coated with my father’s precum. I wanted to suck on that foreskin so badly. But, whatever this was that we were doing, I knew that it would be something else — something more — if I actually sucked my father’s cock. I pursed my lips together like I was almost going to suck on my bottom lip. In doing so, I took part of the tip of his foreskin and drew it inside my mouth — just enough that by darting the tip of my tongue forward, I tasted my father’s cock for the first time. I was in heaven. “Son, I’m afraid that is going to have to wait for another time,” he said with such a gentle, kind smile that I wasn’t disappointed. To the contrary, I became more excited. He was promising me that this wouldn’t be the last time that I got to see his amazing dick, and be close to his amazing body, and smell his huge balls, or bury my face in his manly pubes. Somehow, after all that, my father had the self-control to know when to hit pause. “You know, there are a lot of things I want to do with you. There are a lot of things I want to teach you. And, there are a lot of things I know you may want to tell me or ask me or show me…” He pushed my face under his cock again, lifted it up at the base, and bounced it across my cheeks and forehead a few times, slathering a freshly supply of my dad’s precum all over my face. He chuckled. So did I, before drawing a deep breath and enjoying feeling the weight of my dad’s cock resting on my face. “…but, for right now, we better get going or your mother is going to wonder where we’ve run off to.” I couldn’t say a word. I was experiencing sheer bliss. Instead, I deviously raised one eyebrow, smiled, and took my dad’s foreskin overhang into my mouth and sucked it like a milkshake straw. I savored the taste of his precum one last time before we had to go. “Naughty boy!” he jokingly chided. “Save some fun for next time! Now, let’s get out of here.” As he pulled me up off my knees, he spun me around, quickly rubbed me across my back and shoulders, and then gave me a good firm slap on my ass. “You know, you have a nice butt, kiddo!” he said. I spun around, hugged him, and grabbed his ass. “Well, you know where I got it,” I said, shamelessly flirting with my own dad. “Nevermind that. Get that big donkey dick of yours put away, get dressed, and let’s get going. I need your help in the basement doing some plumbing,” he teased. “Ugh…Do I have to? I’m sort of a fan of just doing this all day,” I only half-jokingly complained. “Move it, donkey dick!” He laughed. “Yes, sir.” He hopped out of the tub, and both of us walked toward the door with our still-massive hard-ons slapping against our thighs with each step. He moved in closer behind me and cupped on of my ass cheeks with his manly hand. “Damn fine ass, son.” I smiled. “Love you, Daddy.” “I love you too, bud.” We both smiled at each other. As I reached for the door to head back across the hall and get dressed, he called out to me. “Hey son!” “Yes, sir?” “Don’t jerk off until I give you permission. I have some plans for that load of cum I know you have worked up. …I know I have one.” I flashed to biggest, naughtiest grin to my dad. “I like the sound of that. I’ll save mine for you if you save yours for me!” I said. “This isn’t a negotiation, donkey dick!” he teased. “Now, go get dressed, and I’ll meet you in the basement.” As I backed out of the room, he turned and I could see the two perfectly smooth, white globes of his ass as he pulled out some Jockey tighty whities from his dresser (Mom bought his underwear too!). Of course I loved my dad. I did. I always had. But, after that experience, I felt more than just love. I was infatuated. And, I could only imagine what would come next.

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