Hudson Family Tales Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

Hudson Family Tales Pt. 03

... went around my stomach, and he would tell me I was his best buddy in the world until finally, I'd doze off with a big goofy smile on my face.

He looked the same as he did back then. He was a little more lean than Dad, and sported some silver in his hair Dad didn't have, but he still carried a good deal of muscle like Dad, and he had the same dark chest scruff peeking out of his jersey collar. I wasn't sure if it was because of what happened a week earlier, but I found myself more curious about touching it than ever before.

"Everything's fine, Pop." I moved my gaze back up to his. Unlike Dad's blue eyes, Pop's were a deep green. They looked so serene against his summer-tanned face, reminding me why I'd come. I needed help. "I guess I was just hoping we could talk about something. It's kind of embarrassing."

Pop looked concerned. His palm rested on my knee. I tried not to harden in my shorts as he patted my leg. "Buddy, you can talk to me about anything. You know that, right?"

Did I know that? For sure? Suddenly, I questioned whether this would be crossing a line.

I thought back to when I was thirteen. I found Pop's stash of porn magazines in his nightstand. I lay in his flannel sheets and pulled down my shorts, confused about why my penis was getting so hard as I looked at the naked ladies on the pages. Their boobs and manicured groins were nothing I'd normally think about in bed at home. But for some reason, knowing Pop looked at these same tits and pussies ...

... stiffened me up. I breathed in the oaky scent of Pop's cologne underneath me as I reached down and started rubbing myself.

That was the first time I ever jerked off to the point of cumming. And as my first little load squirted out onto my belly, Pop walked in.

He looked down at my measly little penis dripping with semen, and without a word, re-closed the door in front of him and disappeared. It was the only thing that ever went undiscussed between us. Talk about humiliating.

I hadn't thought about it in years, but now, as I found myself about to tell Pop what Dad and I had done, I hesitated.

"Actually, I'm all set," I said. "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing, or you wouldn't be here, Buddy."

My eyes drooped down to the chest hair peeking out of Pop's Patriots jersey. Why was the thought of licking it creeping into my mind?

Then my attention wandered to Pop's forearms, covered in hair like Dad's, and then to his legs, adorned in more hair all over his thighs and calves. "Can I ask you a question, Pop?"

"Of course, Buddy. Anything."

"Did you and Dad... ever have man time?"

Pop's brow lifted curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I was just wondering. Did you and Dad, when he was eighteen, did you, ever, like, have a time where you... took off your clothes? Together? Just to, like, see how you were alike and stuff?"

Pop stared at me with confusion, the same way he did the day he caught me cumming in his sheets.

I backtracked immediately. "I ...