Zeke Cummings was a happily married forty-year-old with three teenaged children -- two sons and a daughter. As a successful defense attorney, he provided well for his family. They lived about a hundred miles from where he was raised and where his mom and dad, Evelyn and Toby still resided. They were both sixty-five years old. When Zeke’s mom had a stroke, Toby decided to sell his small business and retire so he could devote his time to caring for her. The care she needed was difficult, and Zeke decided to leave his family behind and spend a week or two with his parents from time to time in order to give some relief to his dad, who tired easily. Toby refused to bring in an outside caregiver. He didn’t trust any stranger to give his wife the kind of attention she needed.
Evelyn eventually passed away, leaving Toby more despondent than ever. He refused to leave his house and stay with Zeke and his family, but since Zeke’s law practice allowed him to get away when he needed, he decided to spend several more weeks with his dad. Unfortunately, Toby contracted a rather serious bladder infection, together with an abnormally high PSA count. His Urologist decided to take a biopsy of his prostate, which luckily was negative and showed no cancer present.
The biopsy was done on an outpatient basis, and Toby was sent home that night. He noticed a little bit of blood in his urine and decided to call the doctor. He went to his bedroom and called from there. His door was open, and Zeke could hear his conversation as he happened by.
“Well, Doc, it’s just a little blood. Not much. Oh, good; you say that’s expected after a biopsy? What’s that? You say no intercourse for at least two weeks? Christ, Doc, I haven’t had intercourse for ten years, maybe fifteen. Almost forgotten what it feels like. I miss it. Your warning’s wasted on me, Doc. Yes, I’ll call you tomorrow to tell you how I’m doing. Goodbye.”
Zeke stepped into his dad’s room. “Well, Dad, I can imagine it’s been hard on you not being able to. . .”
Toby was startled and whirled around. “Oh jeese. What the hell are you doing listening to my conversations, Zeke?”
“I couldn’t help but hear.” Zeke and his father had never talked about sex. But since they were both full adults, Zeke felt it was time to give his father some good advice.
“You know, Dad, even though there’s no longer any intercourse, you can still . . . you know . . . masturbate.”
Toby’s face turned red. “Don’t say that. We don’t talk about those things.”
“Why not, Dad?”
“Because it’s just stuff we don’t talk about, that’s why.”
Zeke sat on the edge of the bed while Toby turned away from him and started fiddling nervously with some things on his dresser.
“Dad, we’re two grown men. We’ve both fathered a bunch of kids. Are we supposed to be here together and act like we’d never had sex? Like sex doesn’t exist?”
Toby ran his fingers through his hair. “We just don’t talk about stuff like that.”
It was true. Toby and Zeke never had any conversations about sex. When Zeke was a kid, his old high school friend, Tom, told him his dad talked to him about sex and even showed him a book from the library written for that purpose that contained explicit pictures. He’d even seen his dad naked.
Zeke had never seen his own dad naked, and didn’t particularly care to. But he felt badly for his father. He was only sixty-five and surely still able to feel the joys of a good orgasm. No man, Zeke thought, should be without a good orgasm from time to time. Maybe he did masturbate, and Zeke was simply unaware of it.
“Dad, I know there’s no way you can have intercourse, but do you satisfy yourself by masturbating?”
oking around at Zeke, he slammed his fist on the top of his dresser. “Oh, jeese, don’t you have something else to do. Go watch TV or something.”
Zeke knew his dad was genuinely pissed off at him and totally embarrassed. He turned to leave.
Then Toby said, “Besides, doing stuff like that is just for kids. Adults know better, and you should, too, Zeke.”
Zeke turned back to his dad, who was still nervously fiddling with things on his dresser. “No it isn’t just for kids, Dad. All men masturbate all their lives, even when they’re adults and married. There are studies that show ninety-eight percent of all grown men, married or not, masturbate.”
Toby remained silent and just flicked his hand toward Zeke, as though telling him to get out of his room.
“Okay, Dad, I’m going downstairs to get supper started. You coming? Should I fix you a Scotch on the rocks?”
The subject wasn’t mentioned again for the rest of the week. Zeke knew it embarrassed his dad to talk about sex, but since he was caring for the man, he hoped to convince him to do a few things that would give him some pleasure. And a good orgasm would give Toby a lot more pleasure than he had since his wife became ill.
The next Saturday, Zeke went with his best friend, Tom, to a local industrial league baseball game. Threatening clouds were forming and it looked as though a rain check might be in order. Several minutes after the game started, the deluge came, sending both of them scrambling to Zeke’s car.
As they drove, Tom asked, “How’s your dad, Zeke. Is he holding up any better than he has since your mom’s death?”
“So, so, Tom. I want to ask you something. You remember when we were kids and we jacked off together, and even got involved in some circle-jerks?
“Oh, sure. Them were the days.”
“Well,” Zeke said, “After my dad had his biopsy, the doc told him he couldn’t have any intercourse for awhile until it was healed. I had a conversation with Dad after that and, since he hadn’t had any intercourse with Mom for many years, I assumed he no longer experienced sex of any kind. Not even jerking off. I made a suggestion that he get back to masturbating since I’m sure he can still do it. He’s only sixty-five. He got really upset and became terribly embarrassed that I even brought up the subject. He said doing that was just for kids, and we shouldn’t be talking about things like that. You told me once that your dad talked to you about sex. Did he say anything about masturbation?”
“Sure. He told me not to listen to the fear-mongers who believed it was bad for you. I also got him to admit that he still masturbated. I think when he talked to my brother and me he must have been around thirty-five or forty at the time. He told us it was just a natural thing that all guys do all their lives. He’s older now, but I think he still does it. He doesn’t do it openly, but I’m sure I heard him doing it in the shower once. I think my dad is pretty sexually charged. Even though my mom died a few years ago, he still lives in the house I was raised in. I know he has a new girlfriend now, and she’s over there a lot. I can only imagine what goes on.”
Zeke gave two thumbs up. “Well, good for him.”
“My wife doesn’t approve of it,” Tom said. “She thinks his carrying on with that woman disgraces my mom’s memory. On top of that, Dad’s a pretty profane guy. He spent many years in the Army and retired as a full Colonel. Mom and my brother and I just stayed home here while he was trotting all over the world doing God knows what. He talks around home now like he’s still in the Army with his buddies. His favorite words are ‘asshole,’ ‘cocksucker,’ and every form of ‘fuck’ you can think of. Mom hated it, but she couldn’t do anything about it.”
“In all the years you and I have known each other,” Zeke said, “I never met your dad. He sounds cool. As for my dad, I think he has some strange ideas and doesn’t know what he’s missing. He’s acting kind of prudish. I really think a good orgasm once in a while would help his frame of mind. Even though I have a hefty fuck with my wife from time to time, it sure helps me to have a good jerk-off by myself now and then when I’m stressed.”
Before Zeke left the house for the game, he’d told his dad that he’d be back home in the late afternoon. But because of the rain, he’d been gone for only a half-hour. When he walked into the house, he went directly upstairs to his room to change out of his wet clothes. He walked by his dad’s open bedroom door and stopped dead in his tracks. There his dad was lying stretched out on his bed, completely naked and stroking his very hard penis. He saw Zeke and immediately grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to his neck.
“Oh jeese. What the hell? Don’t you believe in knocking before you walk into someone’s room?”
“Dad, your door was open. I’m sorry, but the game got rained out, and so I came home. It’s all right, Dad. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I’m going in to change my clothes. I’ll see you downstairs later.”
Toby lay there, totally mortified. How could this happen, he wondered. How could he face his son after this. The idea that his son had seen him masturbating, something no grown man should ever be doing, made him want to die on the spot. It was a nasty, dirty thing to do. How could he ever live down such a filthy act. He peeked under the sheet and saw his penis now wilted in his hand.
Zeke went downstairs and sat in the living room and just stared at the wall for a long time. He could hardly believe what he’d just seen. He’d never seen his dad naked. What an extraordinarily handsome body he had. It was almost shocking to know he was forty years old and had never seen his dad naked. And his penis. My God, he thought, it was longer and fatter than his ever was. The thought jumped into his mind that his mom must have had a wonderful time with him in bed.
Zeke knew his dad was probably up there in his room wondering how he was going to face his son. His dad was so against any talk about sex, and there he was completely naked and jacking off in front of him. Zeke knew Toby would be embarrassed to face him, and he knew he had to treat the incident with as much savoir-faire as he could to set him at ease.
After over an hour had passed, Toby walked slowly down the stairs, fully dressed. He glanced at Zeke briefly and then sat in a chair on the other side of the room. He picked up his double Scotch that Zeke had prepared for him, took a sip, set it down and then buried his face in the newspaper. Zeke was sure his dad knew that the time had come when they could no longer avoid talking about it. But he also was sure his dad would put off any further discussion as long as possible, indefinitely, if he could.
They sat in silence for a long time. Then Zeke started to speak. “Dad, I . . . .”
“No,” Toby said without looking up from his newspaper. “No. Forget it. It’s not something we talk about.”
“But Dad, why not? It happened. It’s just something we all do. Something all us guys do. Are you trying to make me believe it didn’t happen? That I’m imagining it?”
Toby let the paper drop to his lap and took a rather large gulp of his drink.
Without looking at his son directly, he said, “I’m sorry, Zeke. It was just one of those things. I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“But Dad, I was glad to see it. Remember, it was something I’d urged you to do for your own sake.”
“At my age, though, it’s something that . . . You’ve always been a smart boy, Zeke, and I just sort of wondered if you might be right. That’s all. I didn’t mean for you to see it. It should be only for young teenagers, and a private thing. Absolutely private.”
Zeke leaned forward. “Dad, I’ve seen other guys masturbating. It isn’t always private. When you masturbated as a teenager, didn’t you ever do it with other guys?”
“Why, no. Only in private.” Toby looked down at his hands suddenly.
Zeke could tell his dad was embarrassed that he unintentionally admitted masturbating when he was young.
“Dad, it’s fun doing it with another guy, especially if he’s a good friend. It’s just kind of a guy thing. Not only when you’re a kid, but anytime when you get older, too. Masturbation never goes out of style.”
Toby continued looking down, then turned his eyes to look up at his son. “You mean you still . . . you know?”
“Of course, Dad. I do it when Julie doesn’t want to have sex. You never did that when Mom wasn’t . . . you know?”
“No, of course not. I was an adult.”
“Dad, you still don’t think it’s just something kids do, do you?”
“Well, from what you say, I guess not. Would you please get me another drink? Another double, please.”
When Zeke returned with the drink, he found his dad looking out the window with a blank stare on his face. He took the drink from Zeke and swallowed another large gulp.
Toby looked up and sounded slightly emboldened. “You don’t still do it with other men, do you? I mean, now that you’re an adult.”
“Sure I do. But not as much. When I come back home here, Tom and I sometimes get together and do it, just like we often did as kids.”
Toby grimaced. “What is it about doing it together that’s so great? A nasty, dirty thing. That’s all it is. It should be private.”
Zeke laughed. “You can’t deny, Dad, when guys are having any kind of sex, intercourse or masturbation, their minds are full of all sorts of sexual fantasies. And they’re usually private fantasies. It’s just kind of exciting to know we’re each thinking about fucking someone. I mean . . .”
“Oh, jeese. Don’t say that. That’s a nasty word.”
Zeke could see his dad was getting uncomfortable again. Perhaps he shouldn’t have used the word “fuck.” But then, why not?
Toby finished his drink in two gulps and held his glass out to Zeke.
When Zeke returned with a third drink, Toby shook his head. “So you still do it, Zeke? I don’t know why it never occurred to me that you did it when you were a youngster here at home. It’s a good thing I never walked in on you some night.”
“It really wouldn’t have bothered me if you did, Dad. And it wouldn’t bother me now if you did. We’re both grown adult men. We know that all men masturbate. It’s no secret we all do it.”
“It would not have bothered you, Zeke, if I’d walked in on you?”
“Of course not. And I hope it won’t bother you if I were to walk in on you again.”
Dad looked down. “I’m not sure about that.”
I leaned forward again. “After I left you upstairs, did you finish?”
“Hell, no. You shocked the hell out of me.”
“I hope you know now there’s nothing to be shocked about.”
“I suppose not,” Toby said with his lips quivering.
“You can finish yourself off tonight, Dad. After all this time, you deserve to have a good orgasm again.”
Zeke saw his dad flinch, hearing his son say the word “orgasm.” He knew this whole thing was going to be hard for his dad to accept.
“Well, Dad, we’d better have some supper. I’ve got a pizza in the oven. I think you’ve had enough to drink.”
“While you’re in the kitchen, fix me one more, Zeke, and that’ll be it.”
Toby was loosened up by his four drinks, causing the tension to lessen somewhat in their conversation. He normally had only one drink before supper, but this time, it seemed he needed more. As he launched into his fourth Scotch on the Rocks, the expression on his face looked to Zeke as though he would be amenable to hearing more about guys masturbating together, even though he would never say so.
“Dad, it wasn’t just Tom and I who masturbated together, and still do. When we were in high school and college, we sometimes had six or eight guys doing it together.”
“My God,” Toby said. “That just sounds disgusting. How could you get involved in something that nasty?”
Zeke thought it was time to go all the way. “Dad, if we had eight guys in a circle-jerk, we had eight different sized penises. And we had contests to see who could cum first and who could shoot the farthest. I guess we just liked to show off our post-pubescent masculine prowess.”
Toby let his piece of pizza drop to the plate and shook his head. “Oh, Zeke, that is so nasty.”
Dad, I wish you wouldn’t call everything nasty. It’s not nasty. It’s just a group of guys who like to masturbate. It isn’t as though we’re gang-banging a bunch of women. It’s no different from when you used to get together with your poker friends for an evening here at the house and tell dirty jokes and howl your heads off. I could say, to my young ears growing up, that was pretty nasty, too.”
Toby looked up sharply at Zeke. “Were you listening?”
“Of course. You guys were so loud, I lay in bed with the door closed and could still hear every one of you clearly.”
Toby looked down at his plate. “I’m sorry about that.”
“Don’t be sorry, Dad. I enjoyed hearing them. Some of those stories gave me some good jack-off fantasies.”
It was rather late, and they both decided to go on to bed. They said good-night, took their showers, and went to their rooms. When Zeke heard his dad’s door close, he closed his. Of course, as Zeke did every night when he was away from his wife, he left on the small lamp on the bed table and lay down naked on his bed. He was ready to ramp up his fantasies for another good jerk-off, and wondered if his dad was doing the same. Zeke fervently hoped he was. If so, it would be his dad’s first hand-made orgasm since before he was married. He was glad, because he was sure it would help break through the depression his dad had been suffering since his wife died. Everyone knows a good jack-off and a powerful orgasm is one of the best ways to relieve stress. There’s just nothing like stroking your dick while imagining all sorts of sexual stuff and then letting it all shoot out with a great orgasm.
Zeke lay there slowing stroking as he fantasized fucking the cute girl who sat next to him at the ball park that day. She kept grabbing his knee and running her hand up his thigh. But when the game was called due to rain, he lost her in the crowd.
Zeke was just getting that little tell-tale tightness in his gut that signaled an orgasm was soon approaching when he heard the squeak of the door opening. He opened his eyes, and there stood his dad in his baggy under shorts.
Toby seemed a little unsteady as he leaned against the doorjamb. He quickly turned his face away when he saw his son naked and holding on to his hard penis.
“I’m sorry, Zeke. I’m trying to move my bed over a little closer to the corner. As it is, the air-conditioning vent blows right on me, and it’s very uncomfortable sleeping. If it were a single bed, I could do it myself, but that double bed is a little too heavy. I hate to . . . you know . . . interrupt you, but could you give me a hand?”
“Normally, you’re strong enough to move it yourself. I think you had a little too much to drink, Dad.”
“Could be.”
When Zeke jumped out of bed and moved toward the door, Toby said, “Don’t you want to put on your shorts?”
“No, Dad, I can help move a bed perfectly well without shorts.”
With both of them pushing, it was an easy job moving the bed closer to the corner.
The covers were already pulled down. Zeke looked down at it. “Dad, this is the bed where you and Mom slept your whole married life, isn’t it?”
“It sure is.”
“I’ll bet you have a lot of memories that have to do with this bed.”
Toby looked away. “Well . . . .”
Zeke sat on the side of the bed and ran his hand over one of the pillows. “And I suppose right here on this bed is where I was conceived forty years ago.”
Toby grimaced. “We’re not going to talk about that, Zeke.”
Zeke laid his head on the pillow and brought his legs up on the bed. “What a great bed, dad. I remember way back when I was probably three or four, you and Mom often brought me into this bed on Sunday mornings when you both got up late. You used to tickle me and tell me silly stories. I loved those mornings when I lay between you and Mom. I felt so special and loved. Come on, Dad. Lie down here next to me . . . for old times’ sake.”
Toby shook his head. “No, you go back to your room, and we’ll both get a good night’s sleep.”
Zeke looked up into his dad’s face and grinned. “Come on. And take off those shorts. Listen, Dad, we’re both grown men. There’s no reason why we should hide our nakedness from each other. After all I saw you naked that afternoon when . . . .”
“Oh, jeese. Do you have to bring that up?”
Zeke was determined to get his dad to masturbate. He was sure, after so many years, that when he once again experienced a good orgasm, it would raise his spirits, and he would never want to stop. He watched as his dad turned off the overhead and left burning the small lamp on the dresser. He knew his dad was not happy about revealing his completely naked body again to Zeke.
Toby stepped out of his shorts and lay down next to his son. He quickly grabbed the sheet to bring it up over them, but Zeke stopped him and threw the sheet back.
“Dad, relax. Please.”
Zeke made no effort to hide his rigid hard-on and took hold of it. He began to stroke it very slowly.
“I made three children with this penis, Dad. Yours made one, too. I bet you don’t remember the orgasm you had when you made me. I guess we don’t remember which night of love it was exactly when we made our children.”
Toby moved both hands to cover his penis as Zeke watched it harden. “That’s private, Zeke. We shouldn’t be talking about things like that.”
“Take your hands away, dad. You need only one hand. Come on, you remember how to stroke it, don’t you? I’m sure you do. Let’s do it together. I want you to remember the great experience you had when you were a kid, as well as with Mom all those years.”
Zeke started to stroke his penis with more vigor. “Listen, Dad. I know you’re hiding a good hard erection under your hands. I want you to start stroking it. If you don’t, I’ll do it for you.”
Toby moved his hands and took hold of his hard penis. Some clear semen was bubbling out of it and running down the shaft.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, Zeke. If you hadn’t fed me so many drinks, I’d send you back to your room.”
“Shut up, Dad, just start jackin’ your dick. You shouldn’t let a penis that big and hard go to waste.”
Toby winced at his son’s choice of words, but without a sound, began to stroke.
They both stroked in silence for several minutes before Zeke spoke.
“What are you thinking about now, Dad. What fantasies are going through your head?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, Dad, no one can cum and have an orgasm unless he fantasizes about having sex. What are you thinking about?”
“It’s none of your business, Zeke. Just be quiet.”
They stroked their hard penises and, after some minutes, Zeke looked at his dad’s face, which was now looking strained and a bit contorted. He was sure his dad was in the midst of a really hot fantasy. He could see the muscles in his dad’s legs and stomach begin to tense and stretch. The blood vessels in his neck were beginning to bulge, and his breathing was rapid and suddenly came in short gasps. Without warning, he jerked his hips upward and let out a constricted groan. Zeke watched as his dad’s balls began to shrink up into his body. A great volley of thick, milky-white cum shot into the air and landed on his stomach. Another volley, greater than the last, landed on his neck. A third and a fourth fell into the soft hair that surrounded his nipples.
As Zeke watched, his own gorged penis exploded, sending globs of thick cum all over his stomach. He turned his head again and looked at his dad, who lay there, totally spent with his eyes closed and his chest heaving as he gasped for air.
Zeke looked at the pools of cum on his dad’s stomach and chest. He could tell that his dad had just experienced an enormously powerful orgasm. He was certain now that his dad would, from that moment on, jack off whenever he had the chance. It would wipe away his sadness and give him a new outlook on life.
Zeke went to the bathroom and returned with a towel. He carefully wiped his dad’s body of all the cum that covered it. When he was through, he realized Toby was asleep. He looked at his dad’s long, wilted penis that now drooped over his long ball sack. He pulled the sheet and a blanket up over him.
Back in his own bed, Zeke felt exhilarated and had a hard time getting to sleep. He knew his dad had crossed the threshold, so to speak, and that masturbation would once again be an important part of his life. He wondered if his dad might now consider dating again. The man had a great body that any woman would go for, to say nothing of the grand cock between his legs. He certainly had no problem shooting a good load. Any woman would surely find him an extraordinarily good fuck. Zeke smiled at the imaginary picture of his dad having a good fuck.
The next day, little was mentioned about the night before when father and son jacked off together. They spent the day cleaning up the attic and disposing of forty years of accumulated junk. They also tackled the basement, which was in equal need of attention. Before supper, they sat out on the back porch with their drinks.
“Dad,” Zeke said, “We’ve worked hard today. It’s nice sitting here, enjoying a drink with you.”
“Yes, it is. For some reason, I haven’t had any ambition to do anything around here. But today, I felt all fired up to dive into these dirty jobs I’d been putting off for so long.”
Zeke smiled. “And I know why, Dad. It’s what we did last night that put new life in you. You did what a man is supposed to do. Immerse yourself in the sexual relief all men have a right to.”
Toby nodded his head. “You’re right, Zeke. You’ve been right all along.”
“Since you’ve passed the hurtle,” Zeke said, “It’ll be a lot more fun tonight.”
Toby looked sharply at his son. “Tonight?”
“Of course, you can’t stop now.”
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