How much I love the smell of Ivory Soap mixed with the musky scent of my dad. Takes the white bar from my dad's outstretched hand, grasp it tightly, so afraid of dropping it, making him think that I'm trying to be some sort of shower stall cliche'. Problem is, this is exactly what's going through my mind.
I want him, wish he would ravage me, take me in his arms, squeeze the breath out of me. I so long for his stroking hand once more upon my Crisco greased up butt and puckered hole. I want him to invade me, make me his personal puppet to do with as he wishes.
"Robbie, my back OK? Before the water pressure starts to run too low and we have to walk around smelling like some sort of wild animals all weekend."
Wild animals? Damn, I only wish he and I were wild animals, out in the wilderness, doing what animals do without anyone passing judgement on them.The bar of soap begins to slides over dad's broad shoulders. His skin is stretched taught over his muscles the soap glide with ease, a light lathering of residue left in its wake.
I explore more of his back with the bar of soap, rubbing his muscular form, well manscaped back. Moves in and up and down motion, between his shoulder blades, dad exhales a low moan of pleasure. I know I am doing something right, that I am bringing pleasure to the him. The water continues to cascade down dad's front, small rivulets find their way over his shoulders, down his back. The soapy water mingles into the dark furrow that rises from between the cheeks of his buttocks. My eyes followed closely by my hand and soap to the area that juts towards me.
It seems that I am not the only one to have a great set of assets in our family. For his age, dad's butt stands firm, high upon his lower back. The damned thing is thrust towards me with a beautiful arch to his back. I can't help but allow my hands to roam down to them. It's exciting, so tempting to just take a handful of them, give them a good smack just as he had done to me just a few minutes ago.
My butt begins to tingle with delightful discomfort, I'm aware of my own erection. It barely touches the top of Dad's backside. My being taller than he, my pulsing member is cradled upon the curve between Dad's haunches and the mounds of powerful muscled ass.
"Hmm, that's a good boy. A little lower Robbie, I really need you to get me squeaky clean down there. Yes, right there, no a little lower, it's OK, go ahead, don't be afraid, go right between them, scrub me right to my balls.
My head drops back, my mouth opens up, gulping in a little bit of steam filled air, it fills my lungs. It's heavy, I can taste the mixture of soap and dad on the tip of my tongue, it felt good, really good!
Using my left hand, I pull at his left butt cheek, slides the bar of soap deep in between the giant ass cheeks. Dad arches his back, his back-side pushes toward me the area between his mounds separate, reveal their hidden pearl treasure. Forces myself to stay calm, my head begins to go a little light, I lean my chest against Dad's back to brace myself.
"You're doing great Robbie, don't stop, you're doing just fine. Yeah, press a little harder right there, down, yes right there."
Breathing heavier I, feel dad's back heave. His head lowers forward, all I can see is the back of his neck, the hairs on the back of his head as well as his ears. Turns my head sideways, lays it along side his face, left cheek. Water pours over my short hair then down my neck, shoulders and back. The stubble that has grown in on dad's face pushes into my smooth cheek. His scent rises hot, burns into my nostrils. It's as intoxicating as any alcoholic drink that I had consumed during my freshman year at URI.
My soapy hand passes over the bud of dad's hole, slips down the length of his taint. His long, stretched out ball sack meets the soap, I continue to stroke him from behind. My hand rounds under his balls, then upward, fingers meet his massive boner protruding from the dense forest of soapy pubic hairs. Dad let out a long moan, pushes his face against mine, rubs it back the way a cat rubs against something it loves.
Whiskers scrape my cheek and neck, a lightly pain but totally pleasurable sensation. Slowly, I move my hand up and down dad's soapy lower back, then back to the top of his but cheeks. My low hanging balls slowly rub up and down the length of the crack between dad's ass.I slide the bar of soap along the underside of Dad's penis but he reached back and moved my arm from behind him and brought it around his waist. I drop the soap, it bounces on the fiberglass shower stall bottom. Dad forcefully takes my hand, places it on his huge dick. My head swirls with too many things, I can't think any longer, only react.
Dad guides my open palm, curved fingers back and forth over the length of his erection. It seems to me that I simply never realized just how large a man he actually is. His hard dick is more than double the width of my hand, even though I try, there is just no way I can get my fingers to wrap all the way around his shaft.
Our hands continued to stroke back and forth, forces them against the base of his penis. We push into his pelvis only to be rudely withdrawn, then pulls all the way back to the very tip of the cloaked head of his penis. The hood of skin drapes over the angry head, a drip of soapy water falls from it.
I feel dad using the ends of his fingers clean between apple shaped dick head and the depths of the lining of his foreskin. He pinches the fleshy cloak, pulls as far as it will stretch. Taking this dare, I run two of my soapy fingers inside the fleshy tube, play with the angry head of his engorged penis. It is massive and burns with heat to the touch.
Quick as a flash, dad turns around, kneels before me, my penis, just an inch from his full Italian his lips. His eyes gaze up, water streams over his head, down his kneeling body.
"Ssh, just go with it."
Those beautiful, full, Italian lips part, tongue slips out to flick the tip of my penis. He gently inhales half of me in one mind splitting moment.
His head moves slowly, back and forth, lips brush my groin. Just as my penis is nearly out of his mouth, carefully he nibbles the end of my foreskin. Shivers are sent through, goose bumps form all over body. Hairs on my head stand on end, I rise up on my tip-toes in an involuntary response.
Dad retrieves the Ivory soap without getting up from his knees, continues to suck my dick. He slides the soap up and down my leg, come to the underside of my rounded buttocks. Forces the soap between the crotch of my legs, caresses the underside of my balls and taint. Continuing, he presses the soap deeper between my butt cheeks, comes to a halt at my hole's lips.
I hear the bar of soap bounce off the bottom of the shower. The pressure of dad's index finger against my virgin bud becomes demanding. A little more effort, I feel it, it's a terrible pain, the insertion of dad's thick and calloused finger deep into my tight, invaded hole.
