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 enveloped my body, sending electric shockwaves through me. I always loved that first dive into the pool, and the ecstatic shock I felt. The 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 wasn’t that my body wasn’t great or anything. Years of swimming had given me a great physic. My abs were rock solid and my pecs were great. I kept my body smooth too, so it showed everything off. No, that wasn’t the problem. My problem was my 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 was maybe an 1” long on a good day when soft, and couldn’t even reach the 3” mark when hard. My balls were smaller too, tight to my body as if they hadn’t dropped. Being an avid swimmer, I kept everything smooth. 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 I 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 he had nothing better to do. As if like clock work just as I entered the isle of lockers, my dad rounded the corner as well.
“Hey Champ! How was the pool?” He asked with a big grin. His gray t shirt clung to the frame of his body, damp with his musky sweat. I could watch his muscular chest heave with each breath he took. Dad had always been an avid gym goer, 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. 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. 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 both turned the corner, we could see all the shower stalls 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 and my eyes went 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 big balls. His cock was thick too, the mushroom head was ridged and pronounced. I couldn’t believe a cock like mine could have come 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. 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 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.
“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’m always gonna beat ya kid.” He joked. “Now how about you get my back” he added as he turned around. I started massaging the suds into the frame of his huge muscular back, 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 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 champ. Glad you can appreciate all the hard work.” I answered and turned 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 stimulated me. As much as he had been turning into a little man, It reminded me I would always be the dominant presence between us.
I smiled looking down into my boys blue eyes. He 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 facial structure and features were from me, softer, but anyone with eyes could tell he was my boy.
My emotions took over and I couldn’t help but embracing my boy in a big hug, not caring we were both nude. 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 forehead.
“Sorry champ, I just can’t believe my little boys all grown up.” I admitted pulling my head back to look into his eyes again. He looked up at me, admiration in his eyes, as if he was going to say something. When slowly his eyes fell. I watched as his eyes traced 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 his mind. 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. That was just length, what grabbed most attention was how girthy my veiny shaft was. When hard, even my own hand could barely wrap around it. Not to mention I had a huge flared mushroom head too, making it look even bigger. That’s when I’m hard, but even soft, wresting at about 6” long and still fat, my cock was 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.
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 what it created. Something most fathers and sons wouldn’t experience. I looked back up at my boy, still lost to examine 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 out packages against each other.
I watched as Connor bit his lip then look up to my face. His soft face was wearing every emotion, his cheeks flushed red.
“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.
“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 him some. I couldn’t help but notice his little pecker beginning to fill out some. Was I 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.
“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 slightly bigger resting on 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 foot. 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, 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.
“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. 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 to work on a big proposal that would be due the next day.
Shortly after, Connor wished me a goodnight as well 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, and I was sad to feel it end so soon. He gave a slight awkward smile and headed up stairs as I sat back down.
As I sat, I couldn’t focus on the tv. My mind was clouded with thoughts it shouldn’t. 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. The immense contrast we really were from one another. I felt my big dick beginning to throb and fill out in my shorts. I was picturing my giant cock next to his cute little dick. It was so puny in comparison to my monster, the thought of it was so empowering.
I bit my lip, squeezing my fat cock through the fabric of my shorts. I knew it was wrong to feel like this, but it had awakened something in me I never knew was there. I just knew 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 a huge load. I gave my huge shaft a tug through the fabric, giving a slight sigh. Imagining his soft skin, dripping in cum. My cum. The same cum that had made him.
Fuck, what was happening to me? Before today I’d never even thought about being with anyone but chicks, now I’m having thoughts about my own son? I stood up, my cock making an obscene tent in my shorts. I needed sleep. I headed up stairs, and walked down the hallway. I quickly checked on my boy, peering in his room to see him sleeping. He looked so comfortable sprawled out. I gave a silent sigh before walking to my own room. I joined my wife in bed as she slept. I layed down in bed, my cock still hard and wanting 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.
