Troubleshooting
by Natty Soltesz
“Do you have a minute to talk?” I asked Dad. He was working on his laptop at the kitchen table.
“Absolutely, son,” he said, smiling at me and taking off his glasses. “What’s on your mind?” I sat down next to him.
“It’s about sex,” I said.
“Of course it is,” Dad said, chuckling. “You’re a teenager. I know it’s all I thought about when I was your age.”
“Well, it’s not that…or it is…I don’t know. You know I’ve been hanging out with Joey.”
“Sure,” Dad said. He knew I was gay. It wasn’t a big deal. “How’s it going?”
“Pretty good, except…well, he wants to have sex. And I mean, I want to, too. And we’ve made out and stuff and fooled around a little. We haven’t gone all the way, yet. But the thing is, I can’t really get hard around him. Or if I do, I have trouble, you know…getting off.”
“Hm,” Dad said. “Do you have any trouble getting off when you’re alone? Masturbating?”
“No, not at all,” I said. “I jerk off all the time.” Dad laughed.
“Well, son, don’t feel too upset about it. It’s normal to have some anxiety around sex, and that can sometimes mean you have trouble getting or staying hard, or cumming. Those aren’t the most important parts of sex, anyway.”
“Yeah,” I said. “But I wish I could. I mean, I want to. I just don’t know what to do about it.” Dad nodded. He was always so patient and helpful with me. Plus my dad’s a really handsome, sexy guy: my friends are always commenting on it. It doesn’t bother me. He’s got a couple girlfriends so I figured he’d know quite a bit about sex and maybe be able to help me with my problem.
Dad scratched his chin. “I’ve got an idea,” he said. “I think it might help.”
“What is it?” I said.
“What I’m thinking is, we could take it in steps. Why don’t we do this: you go to your room. Get comfortable and get yourself in the mood, then start masturbating. And once you’re hard, and enjoying yourself, I’ll come in the room. That way you can get comfortable with being hard around someone else.”
Immediately my heart started racing. But I trusted Dad. “Alright,” I said. I went up to my room. Dad had told me to get completely nude, so I did. I was nervous at first but I managed to relax, and thinking about Dad seeing me masturbate excited me. Soon I had a hard-on and I was stroking it, waiting for Dad to come in. When he knocked on my door my heart leapt in my throat.
“Son?” he said, opening the door. He looked at me on the bed and smiled. “Feeling good?” he said. He stepped into the room. He’d put on his bathrobe and it looked like he was naked underneath.
“Yeah,” I said. Dad came over and sat on the bed. His presence was so reassuring that it was easy to just relax and keep jacking off.
Dad looked at my body. “You’ve really developed into a man,” he said.
“Thanks, Dad,” I said. Dad reached out and casually felt my chest. He ran his hand down my smooth stomach and to the mound above my shaved crotch. “Beautiful cock, too,” he said, and reached for it. I moved my hand to make way for his. He took my cock in his hand and gave it a few strokes. My breathing got really quick. “Does that feel good?” Dad said.
“Yeah,” I managed to say.
“There you go,” Dad said brightly. “Staying nice and hard now, aren’t you?”
“Uh huh,” I said, smiling at Dad. “I guess I’m not as nervous around you.”
“I figured it might be a good way to practice,” Dad said. “This will help you get used to feeling sexual around another person,” he said, still stroking my cock. If anything, I was getting harder. Dad continued to stroke me. He seemed to be enjoying the feel of my cock in his hand. He reached lower to feel my balls. His other hand traveled over my body.
“Would you be alright with me getting naked, too, and joining you?” he said.
“I…uh, I think that would be alright,” I said.
Dad stood. “My thought is that it will give you experience in being naked and sexual with someone else.”
“Yeah,” I said. Dad slipped off his bathrobe. “Definitely,” I added.
He was rock-hard, was the thing, and his big hairy dick stood straight out from his body. His body was something to behold, as well. I’d always admired it. Dad was a firefighter and he kept really fit. He was super muscular with a broad hairy chest and a tight waist. He had huge legs which flexed as he lay down on the bed next to me.
“There we go,” Dad said, smiling at me. He put his arm behind his head and with his other hand reached for his dick and started jacking off with me. “Nice, huh?”
“Yeah,” I said, smiling. It felt pretty natural to jerk off with Dad. I guess there was just less expectation than with Joey. I was as turned as I’d ever been, but something about the sight and smell of Dad just made me relax. We lay there next to each other, jacking off and occasionally smiling at one another. I looked at Dad’s big, throbbing dick.
“Can I touch yours, Dad?” I said.
“Sure, son,” he said, and took his hand away. His dick stood up at an angle and throbbed. “This is your time to explore, so use it however you want.”
My heart was pounding as I reached over and took Dad’s meat in my hand, stroking it from the tip down to the base.
“Oooh,” Dad moaned.
“It’s so thick,” I said.
“And yours is so hard,” Dad said. “Here, scoot a little closer to me and I’ll stroke yours while you stroke mine.”
“Cool!” I said, scootching closer to Dad until our sides were touching. Dad took hold of my cock again and we lay there, stroking each other. To my amazement I found that not only was my cock standing at attention but that I was getting close to cumming. Dad must have sensed it because he let go of my cock and reached down to feel my balls.
“Got a nice load in there, son?” he said.
“Yeah, Dad,” I said breathlessly.
“Feel mine, too,” he instructed. I held Dad’s heavy, hairy nuts in my hand. “It feels good to have someone play with your balls, doesn’t it?”
“It does,” I said.
“Seemed like you were getting close there for a minute,” Dad said, going back to stroking my cock. I reached for his again, too.
“I was,” I said, turning my head to look at Dad. He turned his head to me. Our faces were so close. I could feel his hot breath on my face as we looked in each other’s eyes. “I’m getting close again.”
“Me too, son,” Dad said. “Make me cum.”
“I’m gonna shoot, Dad,” I said. Our hands were working one another’s throbbing dicks. His lips brushed mine and then we kissed. Just a light kiss at first but then Dad slipped his tongue between my lips. I started to cum right then: my nuts scrunched up and my cock throbbed and a big jet of cum came flying out and slashed across my chest. I felt Dad start to cum at the same time and some of it landed on me. We kissed each other intensely as our cocks coated our bodies with cum.
“Mm, that was fun,” Dad said once we’d finished. “Wow, you came a lot,” he said, looking down at my smooth chest and stomach which were glazed with cum. Dad reached down and swiped up some of it on his finger. Then he put it in his mouth and sucked the cum off. “Tastes good,” he said. He reached down to where some cum hung in the nest of his chest hair. He scooped some up and held it to my lips. “Want to try?” I sucked the cum off of Dad’s fingers. It was such a turn on to taste his cum that I found myself making out with him again. And then I realized I was hard, again.
“Wow,” Dad said, once he realized my cock was back at attention. “Guess we solved your problem, huh?”