The sight of my dad has always made me horny. He is handsome in a defined and rugged sort of way… at 5′10” he is very muscular, has a narrow waist, perpetually tanned skin and dark eyes. His powerful arms and legs are hairy, as is his chest. He has the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen, and has a way of making people feel at ease. I’m the physical opposite of dad in many ways. I always marvel at how few of dad’s features I got. While most people can tell I am his son by our facial resemblance, I am a few inches shorter than him, have much paler skin, a lean build, and am generally smooth. I have very little body hair, and, at 18, have no facial hair yet. I try to keep fit by swimming, so while my build is slender it is defined. I’ve always been fascinated by dad’s body hair, and his morning shave ritual. As a kid, I would sit in the bathroom and watch him shave. He looked so handsome in his boxer shorts, I used to think he was so hairy, his strong legs and arms coated with dark hair, while he stood in front of the mirror and shaved. He used to smile at me and tell me jokes and ask me questions about nothing in particular. I used to watch him shave every morning, and would be very upset on the days I slept in and couldn’t watch him. After he finished shaving he’d pick me up, give me a big hug and kiss, and I’d feel so happy in his arms pressed against his bare chest. Then he’d carry me to my bedroom, and go back to the bathroom and continue with his shower. We weren’t a family that was generally comfortable being nude around each other, so I never got to see him naked. Dad was very affectionate all through my childhood and growing up, and would tuck me in every night, and sit on my bedside with me and talk about the day and tell me he loved me. Even when I was in high school. In the summer our house got hot so he would often just be wearing boxer shorts, which always turned me on. I recently started following his lead and shed my PJs to sleep in boxers. The first time I did this it was a bit awkward, but then it didn’t bother him at all, in fact it sort of broght us closer together, as it meant i was growing up. He used to joke about how smooth my chest, body, and face were. We would laugh at each other because it seemed funny that we were so different in this regard. Personally, I found his body hair really really sexy, but didnt particularly want any on my body. I seemed happy the way I was. Besides it seemed like it would look awkward in the swimming pool.
A few months ago, something interesting happened. One morning, on an impulse as I was showering, I thought how cool it would be to trim my pubic hair a bit. Then I thought why not shave it off completely. So, I took dad’s razor from out of the medicine cabinet, soaped up my pubic region and balls, and shaved myself smooth. wow. It felt so good to be completely hairless I couldn’t control myself. I rapidly jerked my hard dick off until I shot all over the place. After realizing what I had done, I washed all my hair off my body, cleaned up the shower, and towelled off. what I forgot to do was replace dad’s razor, and accidentally left it on the ledge of the shower, with a few strands of my hair sticking to it!! The next morning, when I woke up, I overheard my dad asking my mom “Honey, did you borrow my razor?”. I could have died, when I realized what had happened! His razor was missing from the cabinet, and he would find it in the shower, with my hair on it! I heard my mom say no, and dad just made a puzzled “hmm” sound and continued shaving with a new razor. I was so embarassed I just stayed in my room for a long time. After dad got ready, he opened my bedroom door and said “Son, you’re going to be late for school of you don’t hurry!”. He gave me a very loving smile, and lingered for a second longer than normal. He must have noticed my embarassment, but didn;t say anything. When I went to the shower, I noticed the razor was still in the shower, but CLEANED. Dad used it, cleaned it, and put it back in the shower!!! That night, dad came into by bedroom to wish me good night. I was already in bed, and he came and sat beside me. I felt a bit scared, as I’m sure he knew what I had done. He was only wearing a pair of shorts and no shirt, so I could see his hairy body and his hairy legs were only inches away from me. He asked me how my day was. I was scared, but also turned on tremendously with him so close by. I started getting a major hard on, and then suddenly felt the new smoothness around my pubes. My cock pointed straight up my abs. I quickly turned around and lay on my chest to hide it. I wasn’t wearing a shirt, and as I turned around the bedsheet slipped a little, leaving nothing between dad’s hairy thigh and my side. I tried to reply that school was OK, but my mouth was dry and my voice was just a croak. He smiled, and patted me on the back. He didn’t take his hand off my back. Dad asked me if I had been swimming today, and I said yes. He asked me if I had bought a new swimsuit, which was a really odd question. I said no… and wondered why he’d asked me that. Meanwhile, with the heat of his hand on my bare smooth back, my cock was pulsing underneath me, against my equally smooth groin. I felt the hair on dad’s thigh brush against my side as he adjusted himself. Then, he started rubbing my back. I said wow dad that feels really good. He said good, and continued doing this. He smiled and said I’d forgotten how smooth you are son… isn’t it funny how you are so smooth and I am so hairy? I couldnt respond, I Just moaned. My throbbing cock was close to bursting… I couldn’t believe how amazingly good it felt to get a back rub from dad! He started working on my lower back, just above my PJs. He put both of his hands flat on my lower back, his strong fingers pointing outwards while he used his thumbs to massage the middle of my low back, just above my asscrack. He slowly and firmly slid his fingers around my waist, slighly lower down my ass. My god, I felt like Dad could almost encircle my waist in his strong grip. At one point his finger brushed against my freshly shaved pubic area and lingered there for a second. At that moment, I completely lost it. I was engulfed in wave after wave of powerful orgasm, right there with my father’s strong hands around my waist, holding me down. I shuddered and pulsated as my cock spurted my cum underneath me. Dad didn’t move… he just held my waist through my orgasm, and held his hands there for a while after it subsided, firmly yet very gently. Then he slowly rubbed my back a while. I was so mortified at what had happened I didn’t know what to do. I was ashamed, but also felt terribly relieved and wonderful. Dad leaned down, gave me a kiss and smiling, said “I love you, son”. Knowing everything was OK, I looked up at him, and wanted to say “I love you Dad”, but the words didn’t come. I just cried instead.
Things definitely changed between me and dad after that night. What happened between us seemed to bring us much closer together. Our shaving razor ritual still continued… he would shave, and then leave the razor in the shower for me, and replace it whenever it got too dull. I continued shaving my pubes on a regular basis, and got better at it, so I stayed completely smooth ever since the first time. We didn’t spend any time together when he came to say good night though. No more massages or sitting on my bed anymore. I began to miss that, but was busy with my school work and stuff and so didn’t really have time to do anything about it.
I began to look at Dad differently. I began to notice how handsome he was. I’d always thought of him as a really good looking man, but now I saw him as hot… like I suddenly started noticing his masculinity and the rugged maleness of his good looks. His rigid, firm muscles, his square jaw, his 5 o’clock shadow in the evenings, his masculine stance… the way his tanned skin was generously covered with body hair…
I think during the same period, Dad started seeing me differently too… though I’ll never know for sure. I would catch him gazing at me in a very tender and protective way. My pale smooth skin and slender build made me feel ever so slightly more vulnerable in his presence, the way they sharply contrasted his physique. He looked at me with a sensitivity and lovingness I’d never noticed before. I really liked it.
It definitely helped now that we spent more time lounging around in our shorts and shirtless. Mom generally disapproved of this, so we always made it a point to put on shirts for dinner and not flaunt our semi nudity around her. But when we were alone, we were one of a kind in our love for being semi clad.
One evening after dinner, I was lounging around in my bedroom after school in my underwear. I was really enjoying the feel of not having any pubic hair, and loved the sight of my briefs riding really really low on my wiast. It made my abs look long and hard. I was standing in front of my mirror, casually running my fingers across my lower abs, when Dad walked in.
He handed me a pair of dark red silk boxers, asking me if I wanted them. He’d had them for a while but never wore them, and thought I might like them. I told him wow, I really did like them, and wanted to try them on right away. He smiled, and, looking at me once over, left. I immediately put them on. Wow. They felt so good. Silk against my smooth skin felt so awesome. The only thing about the boxers is how low the rested on my waist. They were a men’s size small, which is what my dad would wear, but my hips were much smaller than that. So the shorts basically hung right down to the base of my dick, completely exposing the top of my asscrack, and my entire pubic region..
I got an immediate hard on, and my lengthening shaft felt really good against the silky smoothness of the material. My dick now stood at full attention, tenting out the sorts. With a slight movement, it stuck straight out of the fly. I wasn’t sure I could wear these around the house without completely embarrassing myself.
After a while my hardon subsided, and I went into the living room. Mom had already gone to bed, and Dad was up watching TV. He was lying on the sofa, wearing nothing but a pair of white boxers. His gorgeous tanned skin and dark curly body hair looked so hot and I couldn’t help but stare at him.
He noticed me, and, commenting that the shorts looked good on me, asked me to come sit next to him. “Wanna watch some TV with me?” he said, sitting up on the sofa.
“Sure, dad” I said, and went and sat beside him. He was sitting up at one end of the sofa with his legs outstretched, and I sat down at the other end of the sofa.. He casually raised his arms above his head in a stretch, and clasped them behind his head. I got a full view of his gorgeous, hairy armpits. I marveled at how hairy he was, in comparison to me, completely smooth.
“Come over here”, he said, patting a spot right beside him, but not moving his legs. I slid over next to him. “The shorts are kinda loose, huh?” he said, and, hooking his finger under the waistband of my shorts, traced the band around my side and front, and gave it a bit of a tug. “You like it that way?” he asked casually. I could barely speak and just nodded. His touch had started working on me, and I began to get very excited. His fingers touching my waist and cleanly shaved (and extrememly sensitive) pubic region was electrifying. Noone else had ever touched me there before. That, coupled with the general warmth coming from his near naked body outstretched behind me was more than I could take. My cock started growing again, much to my embarrassment. I also started blushing.
“You’re a little smooth guy, aren’t you? Nothing at all like your old man”: he said. “Look at this”. He grabbed handfuls of his chest hair and his treasure trail and playfully pulled at it. “I’m covered with it from head to toe”
I thought I could shoot a load right there. Mo cock was at full mast, and now beginning to menacingly poke out of my fly. I quickly hunched forward and covered myself by crossing my arms on my lap, hoping foolishly that Dad wouldn’t notice I was aroused.
Dad had definitely noticed though. Smiling reassuringly at me, he put one arm around my shoulder and pulled me back so I was leaning against his legs and the sofa back. He sort of gently but firmly held me there so I was leaning back and my groin was jutting out, with nowhere to hide. He then gently took my left hand in his, and held it. In a gentle and warm sort of way.
The only thing covering my dick now, which had managed to fully escape from confinement and was sticking straight out of the fly in my boxers, was my right hand. And it wasn’t doing a very good job either. The only thing I could have done was to grab it with my fist, which seemed even worse, and besides, I was afraid that would make me shoot.
Dad looked down at my fully erect dick, then up into my eyes. I could tell he was feeling a bit confused too, as his expression was slightly clouded. But he managed to smile at me, one of the most beautiful and loving smiles I have ever seen, and said “You’re very beautiful, son”
He moved in closer to me, and pulling my head towards him, gave me a kiss on my forehead. Then, leaning back, he slowly drew me close to him. I weakly protested, not from not wanting to be drawn into dad’s embrace, but at this point I was dangerously close to orgasm, and was afraid I’d make a mess everywhere. I was even afraid to take deep breaths as I didn’t want to trigger it.
He drew me close, and put my head on his chest. I stretched my legs out to meet his… the feel of his very hairy legs against my naturally smooth ones was almost too much to bear. His hairy chest felt so good against my cheek, and I could smell his wonderful dad smell.
My cock was pointing upwards out of my boxers, and at this point extremely sensitive. As he drew me closer, it made electric contact with the curly hair on dad’s muscular left thigh. Each tiny hair sent a jolt of electricity down the long, slender shaft of my dick, and as he pulled me in closer yet, my engorged cock was completely engulfed by his thick, swirly hair. The moment my shaved pubic region felt the first tickling of dad’s hairs, I lost control.
My cock erupted with a force I’ve never known in my entire life. Every orgasm before this one was like practice for this one… it was so intense… every wave sent a thunderbolt through my nervous system, and my cock erupted like a fountain, shooting my juice up dad’s thigh, into the leg opening his boxers, over his boxers, drenching them all the way through to his cock, up to his abs and chest even, and drenching mine as well. I made a mess of the sofa, of both of us, and of our boxers.
I don’t know how long my orgasm lasted, I just know I was so exhausted I must have passed out, because when I woke up, Dad was still cradling me in his arms, slowly rubbing my back and gently running his fingers through my hair. I felt a warm, liquid stickiness all over my chest and pubic area, and my shorts (and dad’s) were uncomfortably wet.
I was so embarrassed I could have died. I couldn’t even look up to face him. I was frozen in place, and felt like I’d ruined my relationship with dad, and somehow violated something unspoken.
Dad, realizing I was awake now, put his hand under my chin and lifted my face towards his. I slowly looked up at him. His eyes were twinkling, and he had a mischievous grin on his face. “Got cum?”, he said.
I couldn’t help but smile. In fact, I laughed out loud, and he laughed with me. We both laughed together, as he held me in his arms, for a long time.
Everything was OK again.
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