Me And My Dad - Pt 2, Another Memory


by Max Tory <MaxTory@aol.com>

© 1999 Max Tory

Another incident that stands out especially clearly in my memory happened a couple of years later. My cousin John had been sent to spend a month at our grandparents farm that summer and of course, as boys on a farm in the summertime do, we had a lot of great experiences and fun together. It was our twelveth year as I remember, (we were near the same age.)

One night we were in the attic looking at the stars through a large open dormer window, with a new telescope that gramps had bought for us. We were trying to identify the major stars we were learning about in science class.

After a while we were getting a little bored with the stars, and were doing more talking than star gazing when we noticed the light come on in the bathroom off my dads room.

The house is made up of two wings off of a central area, forming a wide U shape, so from the side we were on at the attic level, we could see across the court yard into the windows on the second floor.

My dad came into the lighted room and went to the sink. As we watched, he pulled off his undershirt and put his face close to the mirror, turning his head to one side and then the other. I guess he was trying to decide whether or not to shave then instead of doing it in the morning. Anyway, seeing my father this way, reminded John of something he wanted to tell me about. Something that had just recently happened to him that was MAJOR.

He told me that because his father had recently developed some kind of scalp disease, he had to wash his hair like three times a day. They don't have a shower, so his dad strips off all of his clothes and leans over the big claw foot tub to wash his hair. Anyway, John's dad rarely closed the bathroom door and John was watching him as he washed his hair. He told me about seeing his dad's ass in the air with even his balls jutting out from below, when suddenly his hard little dick did something strange that had never happened before. He described to me what it was like, and I listened with my mouth hanging open, fascinated, as if in a trance. Such a thing had not happened to me and I was thinking that he was lying or at least exaggerating.

While he was telling me this we were both keeping an eye on the window below, where my dad was indeed now shaving.

John described in detail the way his fathers bottom looked, with "not much hair on the buns, and a deep crack with two lovely dimples on either side, as well as those two little dimples at the top of the cheeks."

I was about to relate to him my own fathers posterior anatomy when he nudged me with his elbow and pointed out the window toward the light opposite below. Wow, my dad was by then taking off his jeans, hopping on one foot while trying to pull the tight cuff over his heel on the other leg. His jeans were un fastened and were sliding down over his ass. His white boxers were slipping down a little with the jeans as well. It looked as if I wasn't going to have to describe my dad's butt to my cousin, he would be able to evaluate it for himself.

Dad finished removing his blue jeans and slipped his shorts down, stepping out of them as we stared with the curiosity and fascination of twelve year olds. He was going to take a bath, we were really in luck tonight, and how odd that this should occur just as we were talking about such things.

He leaned over to turn the knobs and begin filling the bath tub, giving us a very nice picture. My dad stands about six foot tall and has wide shoulders and a nice narrow waist, his butt is hard and chiseled looking, with little hair, its very white, in contrast with the golden color of his back and the tan on his legs. I thought he looked very much the way John described his dad's body as looking, which isn't too surprising since he is my father's older brother.

John suddenly directed my attention to the binoculars lying on the floor at the base of the telescope. "Hurry Billy, get those!" John commanded.

I obeyed and in seconds we were comically attempting to each get one eye on a lense of the binoculars. It worked better than I would have thought was possible and we were both now being treated to a close up view of my dad stepping into the tub.

His leg nearest us was lifted and positioned with only his toes touching the water. Apparently it was too hot or too cold, because he brought his foot back to rest on the rim of the tub and leaned over and turned a faucet. We were blessed with a good long shot of my dad's equipment hanging seductively as he leaned his crossed arms on his knee waiting for the temperature to change in the bath. Dads butt, from the three quarter angle view we were afforded, looked extremely appealing to my young eyes. His left leg of course, being lifted, caused his left cheek to be stretched tightly. This however made the contrast with his right bun striking. With all of his weight upon that leg, his right cheek was firmly muscled and jutting out in classic form. The effect was breathtaking. I was only then made aware of how exciting it was to see the pale white, untanned skin of his mid section. It seemed to be saying...."this is the part of me that no one ever gets to see, not even the sun," "I am now TOTALLY exposed.......just for your eyes alone."

I felt faint, and my _c_o_c_k_ was stirred to maximum alert. I'm sure John's was too, although at that moment I didn't interrupt my viewing to check.

"WOW..........."

My reflection ended. Dad continued his journey into the bath water. He stepped in with both legs and stood there with this back toward us, letting himself acclimate to the water, which must have been still a little too hot? Both buns were firm now and we could see a very chisled butt crack, with only a hint of the delicate hairs that were nestled within, protruding only slightly.

I noticed the hollows on the sides of his cheeks, formed undoubtedly by the hard physical work he performs, keeping the muscles tight and firm.

John told me that his dad's butt look the same way, and I felt blessed to share the same superior genetic butt stock. Hoping that it would prove as benevolent when my own posterior progressed toward adult perfection.

As we continued to be mesmerized, dad sat down in the tub and slipped slowly into a reclining position. His body was almost covered by the water, but his chest and dick broke the surface provocatively. It was only a matter of a few seconds until his hand found its way to the floating member. He cupped his genitals and we watched as he began to caress and massage......gently at first, but with a soon quickening pace. His left hand found its way between his legs, presumably in search of an oriface. I was completely spellbound and stared with a tightness in my chest that was equal to the tightness in my shorts. I didn't realize it at that moment, but I would soon know exactly what John had described happening to him. My own erection felt as if it must be the very center of the universe, teaming with tension and energy, about to experience the BIG BANG.

Dad was fully masturbating by then, although at the time I didn't know the word, or even what it was all about, but I did know for sure that I couldn't take my eyes away from the beautiful movie unfolding in the lense of the binoculars. I was also aware of motion in the neighborhood of John's crotch, somewhere in my peripheral vision.

I stole a quick glance down and realized that he was rhythmically rubbing his like wise hard dick. I began to do the same, and the sensation was breathtaking and new to me. I rubbed harder, and faster as I spied on my dad doing the same. His hand was firmly gripping his _c_o_c_k_ and sliding up and down at a pace that made his balls slap the water recklessly. His head was tossed back and his mouth slightly open, then jaws clenched, then open again, alternately, breathing deeply and hard. The vision was from heaven......muscled arm moving fiercely, swollen penis, red with anticipation, testicles striking water with a musical regularity.....

"How is the telescope working out boys?" we heard as the top of the stairs yielded a cheerful grandfather. "Have you seen the moon up close yet......or any of the stars you wanted to find?"

We barely had time to gasp, let alone react before our grandfather reached us. He realized something odd was up by the two mouths that dropped open at the same moment the binoculars crashed against the floor. He glanced out the window and was confronted instantly with the only light framed by the darkness. The window opposite below....the one that now featured a beautiful, naked man masturbating in a bathtub. His son, John's uncle.........my dad.

Grandfather turned pale and his face tensed with anger. We both stepped back instinctively, shrinking into the shadows expecting the world to end in a few seconds. But grandfather only turned to us and uttered.........

"Stay right where you are, continue to watch as you were, you may learn something else important tonight." He started across the attic, back towards the stairs. He wasn't stomping, but quietly and determinedly descended from view.

Considering our fright, we recovered rather quickly. Within moments we were back in the window, four hands fumbling for binoculars. We were trembling, but incapable of missing the action below.

It was only a minute until we saw my dad jerk his head toward the door on his right. The motion of his arm ceased and he seemed frozen for a few seconds. Then as the impact of the situation clarified in his mind, he quickly sat up in the tub and moved his arms over his crotch, attempting to erase the preceding frames of the scene. As if time could be made to go backwards by pretending it hadn't existed. We couldn't hear what was being said, but as gramps moved into the picture my dad continued to hunch ever forward. Finally gramps was standing over the cowering figure in the tub, waving his arms and obviously yelling something. We saw him point toward our attic window and we shrank slightly into the shadows....but only for a moment. The consequences no longer mattered, compared to the scene unfolding below us.

More shouting and waving and then my stunned father was yanked upright and pulled to his feet, struggling to maintain his balance in the slippery bathtub, by my grandfathers strong grip around his bicept. Futile resistance earned him no ground. The conspiracy of the wet surfaces and my grandfather's strength, doomed him to his fate. As we watched, his still hard penis bobbed back and forth and his balls shook with terror, as his body was jerked about by his angry father. Gramps held his grip firmly and began smacking his wet ass while my dad pulled and twisted trying uselessly to avoid the swinging hand delivering blows to the white dripping surface. SMACK........SMACK.......SMACK.......punctuated by words we couldn't hear. On and on it went until finally my father's resistance lost its battle with the slippery wet floor and he descended to my grandad's feet, landing in an undignified pose. His feet in the air, legs sprawled wide, struggling to regain balance, he remained unsuccessful in warding off my grandfather's blows. Grandfather had grabbed an ankle, and hoisting it high, continued to strike my dads upturned bottom. Red hand prints were becoming visible on white as we watched.

I don't know if gramps was angry because my dad was masturbating or because he was doing it carelessly in view of us youngsters. I am sure my father had no idea he was being spied upon, he was a shy and modest man and would not have knowingly allowed such intimate exposure, so I couldn't understand my grandad's rage. I COULD expect this kind of anger from my other grandparents, the religion hypocrites, but not from this grandfather. I had always thought him reasonable about issues of human nature. There must have been something else going on here that I couldn't imagine or understand at the time.

Then suddenly it was over and my grandfather released his hold on my dad's ankle and turned, leaving the room and our view. Dad remained on the floor, but sat up and leaned sideways supported by his arms, with his head hanging dejectedly. Minutes passed, and I was expecting our grandfather to appear and spank us for spying, but that expectation, for whatever reason, went unfulfilled and we continued to watch the bathroom window.

After a couple more minutes he slowly got up off of the bathroom floor, and rubbing his once snowy bottom, walked over to the sink and leaned against it. Head still down, his shoulders seemed to be shaking, but I don't think he was crying, he was after all, twenty eight years old at the time, or somewhere thereabouts.

As I stared at his form, bare and trembling, I realized that what John had described to me, and I had doubted was real, had happened to ME. A wondrous feeling had overwhelmed my body and my knees became so weak I nearly collapsed. Waves of tremors traveled through me splitting my head with flashes of fever. I knew now exactly what John had meant, but I couldn't say at precisely what point it had occurred. I collapsed to the floor, crouched on my knees, and began to cry. I wanted to go downstairs and be with my dad. I wanted to put my arms around him and hold on tight. I wanted to ask him what had happened to me. I wanted...........I don't know what I wanted......but I ached for it.

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