Lightening flashed and thunder crashed. The sky was as dark as night at 12 noon. Winds blew fiercely and made the warm summer rain blow sideways. I learned that morning that my dad and I had similar techniques, patterns, and pacing while we each pleasured ourselves to climax. Dad and I laid side by side on the lawn, naked. Our freshly shaved bodies were covered in grass and cum after our little spontaneous wrestling match and mutual masturbation session. The warm summer rain pelted our bodies. Still, we were each peacefully lying on our backs, the heavy humid air weighed our bodies down. Our chests heaving from the activity. Wrestling is strenuous. We laid there looking up at the fast moving clouds and trees swaying - ominous, surreal, and oddly peaceful.
The sliding glass patio door opened and Uncle Nick stepped on to the deck. He silently took in the scene in front of him. With a chuckle he called out through the wind and rain, "What is going on here?" Nick was wearing a loose fitting, cut open tank top, blue shorts and flip flops. My dad sat up like a rocket and so did I. The big man got to his feet.
"This branch came down hard and almost went through the glass door. We had to move it. Then I had to teach this guy a lesson."
"Who taught who a lesson?" I asked as I got to my feet. I picked up our garments and threw his jock at him. "That jock definitely does not fit you." We both headed up the stairs and walked past Nick to get inside. Thunder boomed and the rain picked up. Just in time.
"Yeah but why are you guys naked...and shaved?!"
"It was time for me. I need to keep my body hair tight for the wrestling season. Coach thinks it sets us apart. I can't let it go too long or its too hard to trim."
"I've never seen you look so pink." He was right. I looked down and my skin looked so pink instead of its usual olive. I looked over at my dad, and yeah, same thing. He was pink. His nipples were engorged or something. Probably because we just came in from outside, soaking wet and warm, to the inside where it was surprisingly cool. Dad's nips just swelled and the were just a little bigger than one of those old silver dollars. Nick looked him up and down and I swear I saw hunger in his eyes. Or thirst. Or maybe both. "Dang it! Man, would you look at you. I honestly didn't think your dick could look bigger, but without hair, it looks twice the size." He was looking right at my dad's cock, which looked almost cartoon-like big. At that second, with my dad and me naked in the kitchen, each with our own cum hardening on our drying torsos, chatting with Uncle Nick, was the first time I felt manly. I was a member of the masculine club. I knew it because I wasn't that shy little kid anymore, feeling ashamed because I jerked off, or needing to clean up after myself. I was proud of the way I looked, and I was proud of the experience my dad and I just shared out on the lawn. "What brought this on?" Uncle Nick asked as he gestured with his hand up and down my dad's completely shaved body.
"I don't know. I saw Ernie doing it, and I kind of just felt like cleaning myself up. Feels kinda nice." My dad ran his thick meaty paws up and down his torso, over his firmed up extra large nipples. "You should give it a try." He reached over and pulled down the front of Nick's tank. Exposing his muscular chest covered in thick black hair.
"Oh I've shaved before, but its been a long time."
"I remember," said Dad, matter-of-factly. Uncle Nick looked happy that my dad recalled something about him in the past. Like he meant something to my dad. The lights flickered in the house and thunder crashed again. "That wind is picking up. Hope it doesn't take down the transformer. Nick, go shave before the lights go out. Then we can have some fun." Like a little puppy dog, Nick peeled off his tank and headed to the bathroom. "I'm gonna go put on some clothes." I almost never heard my dad say that. A few minutes later he came out of his room in a fresh pair of white briefs and a clean, skin tight wife beater t-shirt. By then I was already wearing a pair of baby blue Jockey briefs.
My dad and I stood in the kitchen in silence for a few quiet moments and looked at each other. It was silent except for whipping wind of the storm, and the sound of an electric razor from the bathroom. "You good with all this?"
"Yeah. I am. All good. Six months ago, I probably would have been a lot more uncomfortable. But knowing what I know now. I kind of understand it."
"Good. It took me long time to accept this...stuff. Even still, somedays, I wonder what the hell I do this stuff for."
"You mean the stuff with Uncle Nick?'
