Hudson Family Tales Pt. 05 - Sex Stories

Hudson Family Tales Pt. 05

When I woke up in Pop's flannel sheets, the clock on his nightstand told me I'd slept a couple hours.

I looked down to find that under the light blanket, I was still naked. I stretched, pulling in the faint scent of Pop's cologne lingering in the air, then pushed myself up from the mattress and found my clothes. I pulled on my boxers, shorts, and tee. Then I looked for Pop. The living room was empty, and the kitchen.

But outside the kitchen window, there was Pop, watering the back yard. The golden June sun beat down on his shirtless body, lighting up the sweat on his smooth back and the dark fur on his chest. I stared at that hose wishing it were me. The thought of Pop's hands rubbing and soothing me reentered my mind. My own fingers came up to my belly to mimic the feeling.

Pop noticed I was up. After a quick wave, he turned off the water and came in through the kitchen door. "Buddy, you're up," he said with a grin. "Get a good nap?"

"Yeah, Pop," I nodded. Suddenly, I felt a wave of embarrassment. It took over my face, warm and stiffening. "Hey, I think I'm gonna go."

"Wait a minute." Pop's hand came up to my shoulder. "Everything okay? You know, we still haven't talked about why you came over."

Were we pretending nothing happened here, just like with Dad? Was I supposed to act like I hadn't just fucked him and swallowed the wad of cum he shot into my throat?

"We got a little distracted,” he said. “But I remember you wanted to talk about your dad. Still ...

... want to?"

My shoulders relaxed at the indication there was nothing to forget. Pop wasn't in denial. He was just cool, as always. It felt so good to have the anxiety that I'd fucked up lifted. I instinctively reached forward and clung onto him as if I were still a little kid.

"Ah. You know Pop loves big hugs from Buddy," he said. He squeezed me back. The dampness from his chest hair soaked into my shirt, and I could smell a faint odor from his pits after all that time he just spent outside, but I didn't care. I wanted to be in Pop's strong arms a little longer.

He only pulled away to ask if I wanted to come take a shower with him.

I was a little surprised. I thought back to when I was a toddler and Pop would bring Kyle and me into the shower with him when we stayed over. "We're all guys here," he'd say, the complete opposite of Dad's insistence we never see each other naked.

It used to excite me, those days Pop, Kyle, and I would strip down and clean each other off. But it all stopped when we were in the third grade. Pop told Kyle and me that we were getting too big for all three of us to fit in the shower, and it was time to go solo from then on.

I nodded. "Yeah, let's do it."

As the bathtub faucet squeaked on, I silently urged the boner in my shorts to go down. I wanted this to be a nice, relaxing time. And from the looks of it, Pop's cock wasn't creating a tent. Seemed this was supposed to be an innocent shower. We could still do that, right?

"Let's ...