My Dad, My Nude Model

When my mom passed away my dad and I got a lot closer. We supported and relied on each other. My mother was the bread winner so after she died we had to downsize. We made it work but being an art major wasn’t going to cut it. Painting was my passion but to help my dad I decided to also get my teaching credentials.

Money was tight but I was able to go to the local state college. My favorite class senior year was figure drawing. I always loved to draw nudes but I mostly kept that to myself. With this class, which I lied and said was a requirement, I got to show off my work.  

Each student had to bring in a model. My turn was coming up and I had a hard time finding someone. The week before I had to bring in a model, I found someone. He was a friend of a friend and said he would do it. That morning on my way to my first class I got a text saying he couldn’t make it. He said he got covid and was sorry for the last minute cancellation. I freaked out, my grade relied on this. I did what I always do when I was freaking out, I called my dad.

He listened to me and helped calm me down. He told me he would find someone and that it was going to be ok. I told my dad the time the guy needed to be there and gave him the directions to the classroom.

About 30 minutes before class, I got a thumbs up text from my dad and I relaxed. I waited for the guy in front of the classroom. I looked down the hall and saw my dad. I turned and looked again, yup that was my dad. He walked down the hall in his classic blue jeans and flannel shirt. He had on the black Herschel backpack I got him for Christmas.

When he got to me he asked if he was late. I guess he recognized the shocked look in my eyes. “Sorry, I couldn’t find anyone to do it on such short notice. So, I decided I’ll just do it.”

“Dad, you do realize it’s…it’s nude?”

“Oh yeah, I know. I’ve been working out.” He said flexing his arm.

“Um, dad are you sure? Class is about to start.”

“Yeah, let’s do this!”

I took my dad to meet the teacher and they walked off so dad could get changed. I don’t know why I was sweating. I think I was more nervous than my dad. I sat down and got my station ready. I didn’t tell anyone the model was my dad. I just sat there ready to sketch with my heart pounding.     

My dad came out wearing a robe. He walked to the stool. He turned his back to us and untied his rode. He lowered it down exposing his back. He was going slow, he pulled one arm off and then another. I saw his ass; it was creamy white and a big contrast from his tan body. He hung his robe on the coat rack and turned around. His long flaccid dick swung as he turned. He sat down and I heard everyone get to work. I just stared at him. I remembered he had a hairy chest but today it looked like it was recently trimmed. Following down his torso it looked like his pubes were also trimmed. I don’t know how he normally keeps his pubes but they looked good today. Then, here was his dick. It hung between his legs a good five inches. He was cut and it laid over his full hairless balls.

I shook my head and got to work. I was going to use a graphite pencil but looking at my dad I decided to switch to a charcoal stick. I never sketched so fast and accurate. I got every detail down, memorizing every part of him. The class flew by and the teacher told my dad he could put his robe back on and change. While I was cleaning up my station, my dad texted and said he would meet me at home.

I spent most of my time in my bedroom drawing. I drew my dad in colored pencils, trying to get his coloring just right. My dad called from the stairs telling me dinner was ready. I came down and dad was in his jeans and flannel shirt but this time he had his shirt unbuttoned. I never seen him do that but I didn’t say anything.    

“Thanks for helping me out today.”

“Oh, no problem. It was kind of…exhilarating.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. It was freeing. I was nervous at first but as I was sitting there I relaxed and let it happen.”

After dinner I went back to my room to work on my sketching. I wanted to see how my dad came out in watercolors. I don’t work in watercolors a lot but it was coming out great. I was really capturing my dad’s body. I worked late into the night until I was finally satisfied with the drawing.

A few days later I was sitting on the couch working on a stupid paper for a stupid class I had to take to graduate. My dad came down in his flannel shirt, unbuttoned. He was also just in his white boxer briefs. That was new, but again I didn’t say anything.

“Hey, when am I gonna see the drawing you did of me?” my dad asked at the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh, um, you want to see it?” I said a little nervous.

“Hell yeah, I do.” He said walking into the kitchen.

After dinner I went upstairs and grabbed the drawing I did of my dad. My dad was sitting on the couch with his shirt open showing off his firm pecs. He was still in just his boxer briefs. His legs were on the coffee table and looked up at me and the drawing in my hand.

“Is this it?” He asked sitting up.

“Yeah, you sure you want to see it?” I asked.

“Of course, it’s me and your art.” He said reaching his hand out. I handed it to him and he turned it around and just stared at it. Then, he smiled. “Damn, I’m hot.” He said looking at me.    

“Yeah, it took a lot of work to make you look good.” I laughed.

“Whatever, where should we hang it?” he asked.

“Well, I have to turn this in and I don’t want a picture of your junk hanging on the wall.”

“I could hang it in my room?”

“Sure, when I get it back, you can do that.” I told him.

“So, I was thinking. I would like to draw you and then I can hang them side by side.”

“What?” I asked

“You got to draw me. I think it’s only fair I get to draw you.”

“Dad, can you even draw?” I asked not sure what else to say.

“Where do you think you got your talent from?” he said, getting up. “I’ll be right back I bought some drawing paper and pencils.”

Wow, he was serious. I put my drawing on the table and sat on the couch. So, my dad wanted to draw me. I guess it was only fair but did he also want to draw me nude. No, I don’t think so. When he got back he asked why was I still dressed. Well, I guess I was going to be naked. All semester we had models come in and get naked in front of a class full of strangers. I should be able to get naked in front of my father, right? I quickly undressed and when it was time to take off my underwear, I took a deep breath and pulled them down. I sat on the couch and told him to get to it because I had a lot of homework to do.

My dad didn’t say anything while he was drawing. He was really concentrating. I was very curious about what he was drawing. My balls started itching but I didn’t want to move. It felt weird sitting in the family room naked. It had been about ten minutes and I asked my dad if he was almost done.

He laughed and said “I’m getting there. This is harder than I thought it would be.” Hearing him say harder made me think about my dick. Now I was afraid I would get hard. One model’s dick started plumping up when he sat in front of us, we just ignored it and kept drawing. I know if I got hard my dad would not ignore it.

“Maybe you can take a picture, my ass is starting to get sore.” I said to him.

“You want me to have a nude picture of you on my phone? I sat for you for the whole class period, you can do it for a few more minutes. I’m almost done.”

“Ok, ok.” I said.

A few minutes later my dad said he was done. He handed me the pad of paper and I turned it around not sure what to expect. The first thing I noticed is that he exaggerated my proportions and I started laughing. I realized he was pretty good at drawing. He didn’t get my face right and needed practice with drawing hands, but it was good. He decided to take liberties when he drew my junk. First, he drew me with an erection, second, it was comically large. It was the same size as my arm. My dick was thick and angled towards my shoulder.

“Is this what you see when you look at me?” I asked turning the paper around.

“I didn’t want you to feel self-conscious after doing my drawing.” He said smiling.

“Well, we definitely aren’t going to hang this up.” I said pointing at his drawing. “Well, unless you let me draw you again. This time I’ll be more truthful.”

“Ha-ha, I’m pretty sure you drew an exact copy of me. If you want to try again…but we’ll have to hang both of these new drawings up together.” he said taking off his flannel and underwear. He handed me the pad and switch places with me.

I sat down and started sketching. I had a plan. I think I could draw my dad naked from memory but him sitting in front of me naked helped get the right angles. Plus, I wanted my picture to match his in size and I wanted us in the same sitting position.

I kept laughing after I was finished, let’s see if he was going to hang this after all. I haven’t drawn like this in years. It was actually getting me hard. I realized I was still naked but I didn’t stop. I would grab my shirt before I showed him. Right now, my boner was hiding behind the paper.    

I saw my dad scratch his pubes and I told him to not move, I was almost done. He grabbed his dick and shook it before putting it back and laughed. His dick plumped up but that was fine. I definitely was taking liberties with that part of his body. I wanted to make sure I got my dad’s face right, so there was no mistaking it was him. The rest could be comical and unrealistic.

“Done!” I said and before I could do anything my dad grabbed the drawing.

He turned it around and started laughing. I sat there while he looked at it with a hard cock between my legs. He looked at me and started laughing harder. He looked back at the picture and said “This looks even more realistic than the last one.”

I drew a picture of him sitting on the couch, naked. I drew his muscles, his chest hair, and his smile. His cock was large, I drew it almost as large as he drew mine. He had his hands wrapped around his huge member. I drew him blasting a massive load from his cock. His cum flew high and covered him. He had cum dripping down his face and covering his chest. “So where should we hang them? We could put them over the couch.” I said pointing behind him. My dad turned and looked behind him. I grabbed my t-shirt and put it over my erection.

“How did you know I cum this much?” He said laughing. “Have you been watching me jack off?” Flipping to the next page he said “Get back on the couch, if we are going to hang them they should show the same thing.” My dad got up and I saw that he also had an erection. His cock was hard and pointed straight up.

I took a deep breath, removed my shirt from my crotch, and stood up. My dick was as hard as my dad’s. We didn’t say anything about our raging boners as I walked to the couch. I sat back, spread my legs, and posed for my dad. “Wrap your hand around your dick, I’m not as good of a drawer as you. I need to see it.”

I grabbed my cock and looked towards the window. I couldn’t look at him. I also couldn’t help myself, I had to stroke my dick. I did it slow at first, then faster, the feeling too good. My dad kept saying good, good. He was telling me to keep going, that he was almost done. The sound of his voice was sending shivers through my body. When I felt my orgasm approaching I glanced at him. He was staring at me intensely with the pad of paper in front of him. I looked away as I felt the pressure in my balls about to explode. I hammered my cock as cum shot out my dick and landed on my stomach. I milked my cock and caught my breath.

I got up and grabbed the paper from my dad as my cum ran into my pubes. I turned his drawing around. It was blank except for the ropes of his cum dripping down the paper. “Is this me? I asked him.

“It was, at one point!” He said laughing.

“Well, I guess we are going to hang this one, once it dries, of course.” I said walking away.

I’m not gonna lie I did take a taste of his load once I was in my bedroom. And yes, it tasted delicious. I left the rest of the cum covered paper on my desk and took a nap. My dad called me when dinner was ready. I put on shorts and a t-shirt. Downstairs I found my dad back in his underwear. He put two bowls of pasta on the counter. I grabbed one and when to the couch.

“Did you have a good nap?” My dad said following behind.

“Yup.” I said sitting down.

“Yeah, I heard you snoring from down here.”

“Shut up! I don’t snore.” I said laughing.

“I guess that orgasm really wore you out.” He said putting a fork full of pasta in his mouth.

“Yeah, nude modeling is exhausting.” I said going back to my dinner.

That night, I stayed up late drawing. I have been really inspired lately. Of course, I won’t be able to show anyone my work. I couldn’t stop drawing; they kept getting more and more intense. So, I needed to jack off. My dick was aching and my balls needed a release before I went to bed.

I got home late from school. I was tired and just wanted to lay down for a while. I found my dad on my bed. He was looking through my sketches. “What are you doing in my room?” I asked at the doorway, mad that he had invaded my privacy.

“Sorry, I needed to do some laundry, but I wanted to put a full load in. I know you always have dirty clothes.” He said on my bed not trying to get up.

“Don’t come in my room without my permission and don’t go through my stuff.” I said walking in and collecting my drawings from the bed.

“I’m sorry, what? You are always going in my room, going through my dressers looking for clothes to wear.”

“Well…I”

“And I know you have been taking my weed gummies. And they are next to my bottle of lube.”

“Fine, sorry…I’m just a little embarrassed.” I said putting the pictures on my desk.

“Don’t be but I’m a little surprised you didn’t need me to model for you.” He said getting up. “I would have. Of course, I would have needed your help to complete these pictures.” He said walking up to me. “Your drawings are so life like. It’s like those pictures really happened.” He said grabbing a picture from my desk and held it up.   

This sketching was of me on my hands and knees, facing forward. My dad was behind me, pressing into my ass. He had his arms up flexing his biceps. He was smiling and looking forward. I had my eyes closed with a look of ecstasy on my face. It was a really good drawing, if I do say so myself.

  “I, um, have a good imagination.” I said feeling myself getting hard.

“Well, let’s see how accurate they really are?” He said pressing his body into mine.

“Dad?” I whispered, wondering if this was really happening.

“Son, I want this. Tell me you do too.”

“Yes dad, fuck yes!” I said as he presses his lips into mine. We grab onto each other and kiss with more passion than I have ever experienced. His tongue’s deep in my mouth sent shivers through my body. My hard cock pressed against his. He was as hard as I was. We grinded into each other as we explored each other’s mouths.

My dad kissed my face, my neck, and squeezed my ass. “Let’s get you naked.” He said as he grabbed my shirt and pulled it off. He pulled down my pants and took a step back. He looked at my naked body and said “beautiful”. He kissed my shoulders, my chest, and worked his way down my stomach. He got down on his knees and kissed my hips, my thighs, and then my cock.

“Dad!” I moaned.

“I have wanted this for so long. Let me have your cock”

“Fuck!” I screamed as I felt my dad wrap his lips around my dick. 

His mouth felt warm and velvety smooth. He sucked me like a pro but I could tell he was savoring my cock. He knew what he was doing and I was loving it. He licked, he sucked, he rubbed my cock across his face. He held my cock as he sucked my precum out of my cockhead. Before I knew it, he stood up.

I watched as he undressed and once he was naked he brought me to the bed. He laid on top of me and we made out again. His hairy chest and hard cock felt so hot grinding into me. I needed his cock, that beautiful thing I have been drawing for days. I rolled on top of my dad and kissed my way down his body. I needed his cock and was gonna have to come back for his nipples next time. Fuck, I hope there’s a next time.

I held his cock in my hand. It felt hot and silky but so hard. I stroked his length, watching precum build at the tip of his cockhead. I licked the honey off his cock and moaned. I sucked his cockhead trying to get more of that sweet syrup. I swallowed his cock whole, feeling his girth stretch my mouth and his length run down my throat. I worked his cock, loved the feeling of my dad in my mouth.

“Son, if you want this to end now, keep sucking.” My dad said panting. I pulled off his cock, my lips swollen and saliva running down my chin.

“No dad. I need your cock in me.” I begged.

“Well, go get your lube and give me that ass!” I ran to my desk and got him the bottle. “Thanks, now go lay on your back and show me your ass.”

I laid down at the end of the bed and brought my knees to my chest. My ass and exposed pink hole faced him. I watched him get down on his knees. He put his strong hands on my ass cheeks and I waited for him to use the lube. Instead, he licked my rosebud, “Fuck!” I moaned. He licked again. The nerves, in and around my hole sent waves and waves of pleasure through my body. “Dad, oh god! That feels so good!” I said wiggling around. My dad’s firm hands held me down as he worked his sloppy tongue into my loosening hole.  

My dad got up and I watched him add my lube to his hard cock. He leaned down grabbed onto my thighs, pushing them into my chest and stomach. I felt his slippery cock rub along my crack. “Relax, Junior, I got you.”

“Oh god dad, you didn’t finger my hole and open me up.”

“Don’t worry baby, you got this. I can’t wait. I’ll go slow.” He said pushing his cockhead into me.

“Oh fuck.” I said feeling his cock entering my tight hole. His cockhead popped in with little pain and I relaxed. His dick slowly slid in. His cock filled me up and it felt so good. My hard cock was pressed between my stomach and thighs. I started moaning and my dad started pumping into me faster. “Yes dad, Yes!” I screamed into the room.

“Yeah, Junior. You feel so good. How’s this for a drawing. My hard cock fucking your tight little hole!”

“Uh-huh, Uh-huh” I whimpered. I was feeling an ache in my balls. “Harder daddy, faster. Fuck, your cock feel so good. Please god, don’t stop!” I was losing it. The pleasure was so intense, my nerves were on fire. My arms were behind my head as my dad leaned his weight into me.

“Fuck, baby, I’m close. Your ass’s squeezing me so good. My cock looks so hot entering your beautiful pink hole.

“I need to cum Dad!” I screamed. I had no access to my cock. My dad moved my legs to his shoulders and freed my aching cock. I reached for it but my dad beat me to it. He fisted my cock and pounded my ass. Fuck! My dad was good at this. I can’t believe we were doing this and I can’t believe we waited years to do it.

“Cum with me. I wanna see you blast that load all over your beautiful body. Cum with me, baby!” My dad screamed.

“Yes! Yes! Oh god YES!” I screamed back at him. I bounced and shook on the bed as my orgasm quickly approached. “I love you dad, I’m gonna cum!” I bucked on the bed as my cum rushed out my cock, ropes of my load shot out my dick and covered my chest.

“Oh shit! Beautiful. I fuckin’ love you so fucking much!” He said as he slammed into me. He pushed deep into me and released the cum. I felt his hot load fill me up. This is what he did to make me years ago, now he was doing it to me and giving me the best orgasm of my life.

“Fuck, dad. That was so hot. My body is still shivering.” I said feeling my dad’s cock deflate inside of me.     

My dad pulled his cock out. His load leaked out and I felt empty without him. He laid on top of me, pressing my cum between us. “Yeah, that was… unbelievable. You…your ass fit my cock perfectly. I think I need a nap or else we would go again.”

“Yeah dad, let me get a wash cloth and clean us up. Then I’ll join you. Afterward…” I said yawning. “Maybe we can come up with new ideas for my drawings.”

“Yeah, we gotta get a drawing of you fucking me.” He said laying on my bed with his eyes closed, naked and covered in my cum. Fuck I loved this guy!