This story follows Connor Bull and his dad Jeff Bull. As the story progresses, it will switch between both of their perspectives.
As always, I hope you enjoy!
Connor:
The cold water swallowed me whole, sending shockwaves through my body. The initial plunge always delivered this rush, like an ecstatic shock through every nerve, a wave of dopamine being released to my body. It was equally blissful and shocking.
Swimming has turned not only into my main sport and hobby, but also a form of therapy for me. I couldn't imagine a day I wasn't able to swim. I was in a serene state of mind. That was, until it was time to head back to the locker room.
The locker room had always been a sore subject for me. It's not like my body wasn't in great shape or anything. Years of swimming had given me a great physic. My abs were rock solid and my pecs were nice and firm. I kept my body smooth too, so it showed off each every valley and ridge of carved muscle. No, that wasn't the problem. My problem was my pathetically underdeveloped little dick. It was smaller than anyone else I have ever seen. Classmates that were years behind me developed better in that department.
My cut penis wasnt even an 1" long soft on a good day, and couldn't even reach the 3" mark when hard. My balls were small too, and tight to my body as if they hadn't dropped. It'd always look so useless and tiny. Being an avid swimmer, I kept everything smooth, but that was a double edged sword. If I grew hair down there, my dick would look even smaller than it already was, but being smooth esentuated just how underdeveloped of a boy I really was.
I felt the cool tile on my wet feet as I entered the locker room, it was busier then when I typically would go. I started second guessing my decision to join my dad at the gym. Typically, I'd go on my own, but he offered a ride and I had nothing better to do. he always wanted us to go together, but he was more of a lifter, where I liked my cardio. As if like clock work, just as I entered the isle of lockers, my dad rounded the corner as well.
"Hey, Sport! How was the pool?" He asked with a big grin. His gray shirt clung to the frame of his body, damp with his musky sweat, and showing everything off. I could see his broad, muscular chest heave with each breath he took. Dad had always been an avid gym goer, and worked construction. Unlike me, he was much more bulky then toned, but he was strong, and in no way out of shape.
"It was good, the water was refreshing. But it was pretty busy." I answered as we reached our lockers. He had the top one and I took the lower one.
"Yeah, it always is around this time. Should've given you a warning." He said as he peeled off his wet shirt, exposing his hairy, muscular chest. I couldn't help but admire him and check him out, his body comanded attention. As similar as a father and son could be, we were also very different. He was visibly taller than me, and overall just a larger build and stature, wide and bulky. Where my body was completely smooth, his body was covered in hair that he kept trimmed. My blonde hair was nothing like his deep brown hair, even though he kept his head shaved you could see it in his beard and body.
We both wrapped towels around our waist and headed towards the shower. As we turned the corner, we noticed pretty much every shower stalls was in use. All but one had their curtains closed and you could clearly see peoples feet in them.
"Cmon, what'd ya say we share this one? We'll be quick." Dad suggested making my eyes go wide. This was going to be awkward, I hadn't showered with my dad since I was a little kid. As we reached the shower stall, dad took off his towel and hung it on the hook. My eyes couldn't believe what I was seeing. His soft cut cock had to be at least 6" long, and hanging over a set of huge balls. His cock was thick too, the mushroom head was ridged and pronounced. I couldn't believe a cock like mine could have descended from that! I turned my back to him in embarrassment before hanging my own towel as we both stepped in. He turned the knob and warm water started crashing down over us as he closed the curtain. steam billowing around us, humid. The stall was not meant for two people, I could feel his hairy muscular frame against my smooth back.
"Damn Connor, the swimmings really paying off, your body's developing great." Dad complimented me as I felt his big rough hands massaging some suds into my back. His touch felt amazing and I couldn't help but let a sigh fall out of my mouth from deep within my chest.
"Thanks dad, nothing like your build, but I'm proud of it." I answered him back.
"You're still young, you've got time to catch up. But I'll always gonna beat ya kid." He joked, but we both knew it. "Now how about you get my back?" he added as he turned around. I started massaging the suds into the frame of his wide muscular back, it probably the only part of his body that didn't grow hair. Watching the water and soap race down the terrain of each muscle. I could help but notice as the bubbles got caught in his big hairy ass cheeks. The man just exuded masculinity and power so effortlessly.
"Damn dad, I never realized just how muscular you are." I admitted, lost in the traces of his body.
Jeff:
Feeling my son's soft hands rubbing my back felt amazing after a hard workout. It was as if he knew every area that needed to be massaged. It was also nice to be reassured of all the hard work I'd been putting in at the gym. Even if a lot of it was from working construction too.
"Thanks. sport. Glad you can appreciate all the hard work." I answered, turning around to face my boy. The tight confines of the shower had our bodies pressed against one another. I had to admit, looking down at my son's smooth body pressed against my larger hairy and masculine body, it stimulated me. As much as he had been turning into a little man, It was a reminder I would always be the dominant presence between us.
I gave a warm grin, comfortable, looking down into my boys blue eyes. He'd gotten them from his mother, along with his blonde hair that always seemed to sit perfectly on his head. He had such contrasting features, compared to my brown eyes and dark hair, yet still I was able to see myself in him. His handsome facial structure and features were from me, softer, but anyone with eyes could tell he was my boy. I was proud to see the little man he was before me.
My emotions took over and I couldn't help but embracing my son in a big hug. Being nude and skin to skin with my son wasnt a big deal to me, I'd always been comfortable in my skin and it was just us boys. I could feel his arms wrap around me too, on reflex as I held him tight under the spray of warm water. My chin resting on his blonde head.
"Sorry champ, I just can't believe my little boys all grown up." I admitted with a sigh pulling my head back to look into his eyes again. He looked up at me, pure admiration in his eyes, as if he was going to say something. Before the words escaped, his eyes slowly fell. I watched as his they traced every inch down my hairy barrel chest, then continuing down my bulky abdomen, and landing at our groins. At this point I looked down to see what had encapsulated him. There I could see my huge soft cock head pressing against the head of the smallest little dick I had ever seen.
I had always known I was a well endowed man, both a grower and a shower. I'd never measured, but knew I had to be in the 10" range, maybe a bit over. That was just length, what grabbed most the attention was how girthy my veiny shaft was. When hard, my own hand could barely wrap fully around it. Not to mention I had a huge flared head too, making it look even bigger and thicker. That's when I'm hard, but even soft, it still rested at about 6" long and fat, my cock was definitely impressive.
I'd always assumed Connor would have taken after me in that department, that he'd be blessed with my genes, being the envy of his class mates. Yet here we were, body to body, cock to cock. I couldn't believe how small he was. His small, smooth shaven, privates were a complete contrast to my own gargantuan, manhood. Again, reminding me I would always be the dominant between the two of us, his father.
We stayed there under the shower head, as water ran down our bodies, and our cocks connected. As much as I knew it was wrong, there was something very erotic about the situation. My cock connecting with the one it created. Something most fathers and sons wouldn't experience. I looked back up at my boy, still lost, trying to examine every inch of what he was looking at. I decided to give him a little show, flexing my cock causing it to bounce against him. I could've sworn I felt his little dick throb against me. I pushed my hips forward a bit, really pressing our packages against each other, teasing him a bit in a playful manor.
I watched as Connor bit his lip then look up to my face. His soft face was wearing each and every emotion, his cheeks flushed rose.
"What'd ya think kiddo? Didn't think your dad was packing such a big man cock, did ya?" I said to him, trying to make a joke and light of the incredibly taboo yet lusty situation. Figuring it may calm him a bit
"Dad... uh... I." Connor started saying, struggling with his words. "It's huge!" He finally blurted out looking back down. I couldn't help but give a little chuckle.
"Yeah, sure is." I twisted away and back, letting my heavy dick swing out and slap against his hip. I couldn't help but notice his little pecker clear as day pulsing and filling out. I was... I was turning on my own son?
"I can't believe something so big made something so small." Connor blurted out, clearly lost in thoughts and not meaning to say that out loud. The same though I had.
"Ahh, it's okay champ. I'm sure your equipments doing the job just fine." I said to him with a wink before he could say anything else. I leaned over shutting off the water. Neither of us moved, water droplets dripping down our bodies. We were looking into one another's eyes, but I felt our cocks gently throbbing and chubbing up. I was surprised at the reaction my body had to the situation.
We looked down once more, seeing my boys dick starting to jut out above his smooth little balls. My own cock was thickening up and hanging low as it filled out. I shook my head realizing the situation. "We should uh... let's get out of here sport. It's a school night." I said opening the curtain and stepping out.
"Yeah... sounds good, dad." Connor said following in my foot steps. We quickly dried off and changed, heading out to my truck. The ride was silent and slightly awkward, just the hum of the engine and the music in the radio. I don't think either of us knew what to say next. I needed to break the silence and make sure my boy was okay.
"It was uh... it was nice having you join me at the gym today. Even if we didn't work out together." I said to him, keeping my eyes on the road.
"Yeah, it was, even if it was busy. Maybe next time I'll do some lifting with you." He said, I could feel his eyes looking at me. I quickly glanced over and gave him a smile, reaching a hand out and squeezing his shoulder. I'd always hoped he would want to get into lifting.
"That'd be great, sport! I always thought it'd be fun if you and I started training together." I mentioned.
"It would be dad, and maybe you can join me in the pool or for cardio some days too." He offered.
"Just maybe I'll have to take you up on that boy." We both smiled at each other. He had a point, some exrra cardio would do my body good. Shortly after, I pulled into our driveway and the rest of the night went on as normal. We joined my wife at the dinner table and ate as a family. After that connor did his homework, as I did some chores around the house. My wife turned in early for the night, she had to be upmearly to meet her team and work on a big proposal that would be due the next day.
Shortly after, Connor wished me a goodnight as well, leaving me as I watched some tv on the couch. We exchanged a quick hug, pulling his body tight against mine again, reminding me of the shower we had shared just hours earlier. His embrace felt amazing, warm and comfortable. I was disappointed to feel it end as soon as it did. He gave a slight awkward smile and headed up stairs as I sat back down.
As much as I tried, I couldn't focus on the tv. My mind was clouded with thoughts it shouldn't have as a father. Thoughts I never had before. I couldn't help but picture me and my sons naked bodies against each other in the shower. His smooth, delicate and hairless frame against my masculine, buff and hairy body. It was such and immense contrast we had as father and son. I felt my big dick beginning to throb, making an obscene print in my shorts. I started picturing how my giant hard cock would look next to his cute little boner. His was so puny in comparison to my monster, the thought of it was so empowering. Doing something to me deep within my loins.
I bit my lip, playing my fat cock through the fabric of my shorts, squeezing and tugging at it. I knew it was wrong to feel like this, but it had awakened something in me I never knew was there. All I knew was I wanted more opportunities to remind my boy who the real man was. My cock was causing a damp sticky spot in my shorts. I've always been a massive leaker, and shot huge loads. I gave my huge shaft a firm stroke through the fabric, giving a slight sigh. Picturing his smooth soft skin, dripping in cum. My cum. The same cum that had made him.
Fuck, what was happening to me? Why the fuck was I thinking this? Before today I'd never even thought about being with anything but women. Now I'm sitting here, having thoughts about my own son? I stood up, my cock making an obscene, wet tent in my shorts. I needed sleep, needed to clear my head. I headed up stairs, and walked down the hallway, deciding to quickly checked on my boy, peering in his room to see him sleeping. He looked so comfortable sprawled out, the lower half of his body covered by his sheets. I gave a silent sigh, admiring him, before walking to my own room. I joined my wife in bed as she slept. Lying down in bed, my cock was still hard and wanted release. My mind was doing laps in my head as I tried to sleep. Finally it subsided and I drifted off, only to dream more about me and my boy, unknowingly my new obsession.
