This story is based on actual events. Sorry if its not your cup of tea. If you don't like, don't read it. If you've read it and want to forget it... tequila helps.
Part One:
It had been a long week returning home from the Middle East. I have lived away for 5 years now and the holidays at home get shorter and shorter. It was exhausting, the jet lag, the change in the weather, the different food... all the bullshit of going from one climate to another always took its toll on me.
I love the people at home but they were also exhausting, my family is huge and every time I come back I find it so tiring being polite to everyone as all I want to do is sleep. They are not travelers themselves and don't quite understand how it feels... I am grateful to see everyone though and love the effort everyone makes. My parents are divorced, so I stay at my Dad and step mother's house, its a nice place when it isn't full with people.
For the first 4 years, nothing special happened during these trips home, my brothers and sisters usually had a new baby for me to meet but that was about it. No one had got married or anything until this summer and this is how the story starts.
The house was busy with people. It was the morning of the wedding day. I was still half asleep and when i walked into the kitchen in just my underwear I forgot that there would be people around that hadn't seen me in a long time. Certainly not in my CKs anyway.
I took in the complements on my body. I had worked hard in the last year to really tone up and to build a stronger chest. It had paid off. I modestly deflected the compliments but enjoyed the words and the occasional poke here and there from I don't know who. My family are often very forward and touchy/feely.
My Dad had been wondering around to, yelling at people, making sure everyone was getting ready, finding clothes, doing his usual patriarchal man thing. He made some comment as he saw me standing in my briefs whilst drinking a cup of tea.
My Dad and I aren't very similar, I am tall and like I just said, fit and my Dad was shorter and losing weight. He looked good, if you liked that kind of thing. He was hairy, I was not. We were both different types.
It was finally my turn to shower. I had casually stood by and watched everyone else go in and out. But it was finally my turn. I was looking forward to it too. They have an excellent shower here. The showers out in the Middle East can be no better than a garden hose. Dad had had this massive shower room built in the downstairs bathroom a few years back and it was fantastic. I was a little too tall for it though but it was still hot and powerful.
The shower room has no lock on the door and the actual shower is separated from the bathroom by a curtain. Normally I would knock one out in the shower but it would be too risky as the house was so busy. People would normally come into the bath room and talk to you through the curtain whilst you were showering. It was awkward at first but I was used to it now. Usually people stayed out of the way.
The water hit me hard and fast and I stood there for a while letting my body enjoy the warmth and wet. I rubbed my muscles and made sure that every part of my body was wet. I spent a little longer on my ass and crotch. And before I even got tempted into starting to rub my thickening cock... the door went.
"You okay?" My Dad's thick voice asked.
"Yeah cool thanks, this shower is nice." I said. The curtain wasn't fully closed and I saw my Dad head towards his area where he kept all his toiletries. He lived in a house with a bunch of women and I think this place was his private bathroom when there weren't a bunch of guests visiting.
As I began to soap up, I remembered that I was going to need to shave as I hadn't since I had left home. Now if you had seen me, you wouldn't have thought it. Despite being 25, I can't grow a beard yet or any serious facial hair. I still had hair going on in that area but it was no way beardy. No chest hair either. I hadn't bought a razor back with me. I know disposables are okay to fly with but I just avoid all that shit if I can, to insure a smooth ride home.
"Dad," I called out. I could hear him banging about somewhere in the bathroom.
"Yes," his reply was dry.
"Have you got any razors I could use, please? I need a shave before the wedding and didn't bring any back."
"What do you need to shave?" My Dad laughed. "You haven't got any hair!"
"You know I have a bit. It looks stupid. I'm going to need to get it off."
"Here."
Suddenly my Dad was stood at the end of the curtain holding a razor. He was standing so he wasn't directly looking at me in the shower but he wasn't exactly standing back so he couldn't see anything.
"Oh thanks," I said and rinsed off some soap and headed out of the water to get the razor. Now I was in his full view.
I have always enjoyed being naked. At home, I am naked all the time. I prefer it. I got a little kick in being naked just then. I knew my Dad hadn't seen me like this for a long time and knew that he must be curious about my body and how it had developed.
I was trying to figure out I was going to do this. I wanted to shave in the shower. It was cold out of the water and I wanted to get it out of the way.
"Do you have one of those little mirrors anywhere, Dad?" He had walked back over to the other side of the bathroom where he had hung his wedding clothes up ready for him to put on. He was still wearing his jeans and casual polo.
"Ermmmmmmmm" He looked around for one. "I think... I think one of your sisters took it. I'm not sure. Why do you need it? It will steam up anyway."
"I'll knock the shower off to shave. I just wanna get it all done."
My Dad left the room and I jumped back into the hot water. It was much colder than the Middle East. My body tingling at being wet again.
I began to put shampoo in my hair and closed my eyes as the suds began to build up.
"Got it." I heard my Dad say as he walked back in the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
"Thanks." I said.
I could hear him at the end of the shower putting things on the shelf. Still getting off on the idea of being naked, I made sure my dick was exposed just in case he was sneaking curious glances at my body.
I was big down there. I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I opened my eyes only slightly when it went a little quiet to see that he had gone.
"There's some shaving gel for you there too," my Dad said from the other place in the bathroom.
"Thanks." I said, shutting the water and heading over to the shelf with the shaving stuff on.
Now normally, I can't be bothered to shave properly but this was a wedding full with people that I hadn't seen in a long time. So I made a good job and took my time. Shivering a little in the cold air.
After I had finished, I checked myself out and it looked like I had done a good job. I can never be too sure though. I always miss the hair behind my jaw or below my nose. I wanted to get it right.
"Dad!" I called out.
"Yeah," he said looking over at me stood naked.
"Just come and check to make sure I have all this hair, please. I always miss random ones."
Dad wasn't a prude about nudity. I had seen him naked a bunch. He came from a sporting background and played football every weekend, I knew he didn't care for nudity but I could tell that he felt that this was different.
"Where?" He said looking up at me.
"Here." I said pointing to the place behind my jaw.
He came really close and examined my face.
"Fucking hell boy, 25 and you still can't shave!" He said in a half joke half serious way. "Give me the razor."
I was a little embarrassed about it but I was enjoying being so naked.
My Dad wet the razor and grabbed my face.
I looked away from him to defuse the tension.
As he slowly ran the razor over my skin, I could feel a stirring going on downstairs.
Fuck.
He was focused on my face but I wasn't looking to see where he was looking. He stopped shaving and stepped back a little to have a better look. As he did he put is hand on my side.
He turned my face the other way to do the other side. Again slowly began to shave me.
Man, I was semi. Thick.
He did the same thing again. He stepped back. Put his hand on my side and examined what he had just done. I could only see him in my peripheral vision. I couldn't look at him.
He made a few flicks under my nose looked at me again and he was done.
"There," he said.
"Cheers, Dad," I said. Turning to the shelf and the little sink to splash my face. My Dad stood there. My dick was nearing half mast.
"You can keep using my razor if you want," my Dad said. "Just don't use it on your balls."
I turned to my Dad and laughed.
Part One:
It had been a long week returning home from the Middle East. I have lived away for 5 years now and the holidays at home get shorter and shorter. It was exhausting, the jet lag, the change in the weather, the different food... all the bullshit of going from one climate to another always took its toll on me.
I love the people at home but they were also exhausting, my family is huge and every time I come back I find it so tiring being polite to everyone as all I want to do is sleep. They are not travelers themselves and don't quite understand how it feels... I am grateful to see everyone though and love the effort everyone makes. My parents are divorced, so I stay at my Dad and step mother's house, its a nice place when it isn't full with people.
For the first 4 years, nothing special happened during these trips home, my brothers and sisters usually had a new baby for me to meet but that was about it. No one had got married or anything until this summer and this is how the story starts.
The house was busy with people. It was the morning of the wedding day. I was still half asleep and when i walked into the kitchen in just my underwear I forgot that there would be people around that hadn't seen me in a long time. Certainly not in my CKs anyway.
I took in the complements on my body. I had worked hard in the last year to really tone up and to build a stronger chest. It had paid off. I modestly deflected the compliments but enjoyed the words and the occasional poke here and there from I don't know who. My family are often very forward and touchy/feely.
My Dad had been wondering around to, yelling at people, making sure everyone was getting ready, finding clothes, doing his usual patriarchal man thing. He made some comment as he saw me standing in my briefs whilst drinking a cup of tea.
My Dad and I aren't very similar, I am tall and like I just said, fit and my Dad was shorter and losing weight. He looked good, if you liked that kind of thing. He was hairy, I was not. We were both different types.
It was finally my turn to shower. I had casually stood by and watched everyone else go in and out. But it was finally my turn. I was looking forward to it too. They have an excellent shower here. The showers out in the Middle East can be no better than a garden hose. Dad had had this massive shower room built in the downstairs bathroom a few years back and it was fantastic. I was a little too tall for it though but it was still hot and powerful.
The shower room has no lock on the door and the actual shower is separated from the bathroom by a curtain. Normally I would knock one out in the shower but it would be too risky as the house was so busy. People would normally come into the bath room and talk to you through the curtain whilst you were showering. It was awkward at first but I was used to it now. Usually people stayed out of the way.
The water hit me hard and fast and I stood there for a while letting my body enjoy the warmth and wet. I rubbed my muscles and made sure that every part of my body was wet. I spent a little longer on my ass and crotch. And before I even got tempted into starting to rub my thickening cock... the door went.
"You okay?" My Dad's thick voice asked.
"Yeah cool thanks, this shower is nice." I said. The curtain wasn't fully closed and I saw my Dad head towards his area where he kept all his toiletries. He lived in a house with a bunch of women and I think this place was his private bathroom when there weren't a bunch of guests visiting.
As I began to soap up, I remembered that I was going to need to shave as I hadn't since I had left home. Now if you had seen me, you wouldn't have thought it. Despite being 25, I can't grow a beard yet or any serious facial hair. I still had hair going on in that area but it was no way beardy. No chest hair either. I hadn't bought a razor back with me. I know disposables are okay to fly with but I just avoid all that shit if I can, to insure a smooth ride home.
"Dad," I called out. I could hear him banging about somewhere in the bathroom.
"Yes," his reply was dry.
"Have you got any razors I could use, please? I need a shave before the wedding and didn't bring any back."
"What do you need to shave?" My Dad laughed. "You haven't got any hair!"
"You know I have a bit. It looks stupid. I'm going to need to get it off."
"Here."
Suddenly my Dad was stood at the end of the curtain holding a razor. He was standing so he wasn't directly looking at me in the shower but he wasn't exactly standing back so he couldn't see anything.
"Oh thanks," I said and rinsed off some soap and headed out of the water to get the razor. Now I was in his full view.
I have always enjoyed being naked. At home, I am naked all the time. I prefer it. I got a little kick in being naked just then. I knew my Dad hadn't seen me like this for a long time and knew that he must be curious about my body and how it had developed.
I was trying to figure out I was going to do this. I wanted to shave in the shower. It was cold out of the water and I wanted to get it out of the way.
"Do you have one of those little mirrors anywhere, Dad?" He had walked back over to the other side of the bathroom where he had hung his wedding clothes up ready for him to put on. He was still wearing his jeans and casual polo.
"Ermmmmmmmm" He looked around for one. "I think... I think one of your sisters took it. I'm not sure. Why do you need it? It will steam up anyway."
"I'll knock the shower off to shave. I just wanna get it all done."
My Dad left the room and I jumped back into the hot water. It was much colder than the Middle East. My body tingling at being wet again.
I began to put shampoo in my hair and closed my eyes as the suds began to build up.
"Got it." I heard my Dad say as he walked back in the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
"Thanks." I said.
I could hear him at the end of the shower putting things on the shelf. Still getting off on the idea of being naked, I made sure my dick was exposed just in case he was sneaking curious glances at my body.
I was big down there. I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I opened my eyes only slightly when it went a little quiet to see that he had gone.
"There's some shaving gel for you there too," my Dad said from the other place in the bathroom.
"Thanks." I said, shutting the water and heading over to the shelf with the shaving stuff on.
Now normally, I can't be bothered to shave properly but this was a wedding full with people that I hadn't seen in a long time. So I made a good job and took my time. Shivering a little in the cold air.
After I had finished, I checked myself out and it looked like I had done a good job. I can never be too sure though. I always miss the hair behind my jaw or below my nose. I wanted to get it right.
"Dad!" I called out.
"Yeah," he said looking over at me stood naked.
"Just come and check to make sure I have all this hair, please. I always miss random ones."
Dad wasn't a prude about nudity. I had seen him naked a bunch. He came from a sporting background and played football every weekend, I knew he didn't care for nudity but I could tell that he felt that this was different.
"Where?" He said looking up at me.
"Here." I said pointing to the place behind my jaw.
He came really close and examined my face.
"Fucking hell boy, 25 and you still can't shave!" He said in a half joke half serious way. "Give me the razor."
I was a little embarrassed about it but I was enjoying being so naked.
My Dad wet the razor and grabbed my face.
I looked away from him to defuse the tension.
As he slowly ran the razor over my skin, I could feel a stirring going on downstairs.
Fuck.
He was focused on my face but I wasn't looking to see where he was looking. He stopped shaving and stepped back a little to have a better look. As he did he put is hand on my side.
He turned my face the other way to do the other side. Again slowly began to shave me.
Man, I was semi. Thick.
He did the same thing again. He stepped back. Put his hand on my side and examined what he had just done. I could only see him in my peripheral vision. I couldn't look at him.
He made a few flicks under my nose looked at me again and he was done.
"There," he said.
"Cheers, Dad," I said. Turning to the shelf and the little sink to splash my face. My Dad stood there. My dick was nearing half mast.
"You can keep using my razor if you want," my Dad said. "Just don't use it on your balls."
I turned to my Dad and laughed.
At least not yet anyway. Welcome to JUB and the story forum. Looking forward to more of this little family experience...
