One Christmas Eve I drank too much eggnog. We celebrated Christmas only with father because mum lived with another man and so there were only two of us. After dinner we opened our presents and then we drank together. (By the way I am from Cze, a small country in the middle Europe. There are some differences between our and American or English Christmas. For example we eat carp, presents doesn’t bring Santa Claus or Father Christmas but Jejizek (= small Jesus) and we open presents on Christmas Eve evening. ) I’ve got a lot of thinks and of course some socks and boxers like my father does. :o) I was sitting in living room when my father came in one of new T-shirts. It was white and it had long sleeves. It copied his muscles and he looked sexy in it.
He smiled and said: “It’s too small, isn’t it?”

I answered: “No, it looks great. It’s IN nowadays to wear close-set clothes. ”
“OK, I’ll trust you.” And he went away again. His good-looking body and the eggnog made me very horny. Luckily my jeans hid my erection. He was in his bedroom so I shouted: “I go in my room for a second if that’s ok!” I was hoping for some jerking off to calm “him” down. (I mean my penis)

“Yeah.” He shouted back. So I went to my room. I lied down on my bad and my hand slid down into my pants. I felt a little strain so I pulled my cock out and started to play. After some strokes the door opened suddenly. There was my dad in it. Now he was dressed in some black up-unbuttoned shirt. He stared at me and probably he didn’t know what to do. I felt flame my face up. I put “him” back into my boxers and sat up. He made funny grimace and broke the silence: “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you are here to do that.”
“No, rather I am sorry. I shouldn’t do it now.” I had strange embarrassing but pleasant feeling.

“It’s OK. So come back when you’ll be done.” He closed the door again and went away. I suppose. On one hand I was even hornier but on the other one I didn’t want to jerk off when my dad knew what I was doing. I buttoned my pants and went to the living room. Dad was sitting on the sofa and drinking eggnog. He smiled and tried to make a joke: “Wow that was quickly.”
“I didn’t do it.” I was looking on the ground.
“Why not?” he said “It’s nothing to be ashamed for. We men do it. Even I do.”
“I know but…”
“I promise I’ll knock next time.”
“No you don’t have to. I don’t want to have some secrets from you. You are my father; we live here together so we should be honest to each other.”
“It’s nice from you let me share all your live with you.” he smiled. “So don’t stand there like that, come on sit down.”

I did what he said. We smiled at each other.
“By the way you look great in this shirt.” I told him. Evidently it made him happy.
“Thanks.”
“I think it’d fit to these jeans very well.” I pointed at one of new jeans.
“OK, I’ll try it on.” He stood up and took them. He unbuttoned the pants he had on. I was little nervous. He drew it down. He looked fabulous only in boxers and the shirt. When he dressed the jeans up his bottom stretched it. He previewed himself. My dick was in hurry-up again.
“You were right.” he smiled at me. “But… I think you should vent yourself before.” He laughed. I was red again. “If you want do it. You can do it in your room, in the bathroom, in the kitchen or right here. I can go somewhere else. It doesn’t matter.”
“No, it’s Christmas and I don’t want you to be alone.”
“Let’s do it here. I don’t mind. But of course if you don’t mind too.”
“Are you sure? ”
“Yeah. You are man, I am man. There’s nothing to hide.”
“You are right after all.” I touched my cock over pants. It was strange doing it in front of my dad but it gives me some kind of freedom.
“That’s my boy.” He said proudly. I unbuttoned my pants. It felt wrong and hot. I touched “him” over boxers again. Dad was doing he is not interesting but I saw him he was peeping at me. He put the jeans off. There was hard stick in his boxers.
“Oh. Look what have you done.” He smiled.
“I am so sorry.” I said but I wasn’t ashamed at all. I liked to see my father like that. “Can I help you somehow?” I put my hand into the boxers.
“So, at least you have to let me do it too.”
“Of course. It’ll be honour for me to share this moment with you; to see real man in action.”

He sat down next to me. He laid his hand on my thigh. It made me harder. “You know; it’s honour for me to spend Christmas with you in this way.” He pulled his huge cock out from boxers-leg. It was amazing. I stared at it. “Do you like it?” he asked.
“Yeah, it’s nice to see that I am from such a handsome cock.”
He laughed. “Thank you for compliment.” He stroked it once with his left hand. The right one laid on my thigh. I was like hypnotised staring at it. Dad noticed it and smiled at me.
“Dad?” I said and my voice was a little shaky. I wasn’t sure if I can ask him something like that but it’d be pity to don’t do it.
“Mhm?” he stroked once more.
“Can I have the last one wish for these Christmas?”
“You can everything, my boy.”
“Like everything at all?”
“Of course. It’ll be nice for me to do something for you. ”
“I’d like touch ‘him.’ ” I said honestly. He gave his left hand from his dick a said: “He is all yours.” I moved my hand very slowly to make this moment a little bit longer. We both were breathless. His silent voice stopped me. “Do you think that’s right to touch it?”
I sank my eyes. “No dad. I think it’s very wrong.”

“And do you really want it?”
“Yes. I want it as much as you can’t imagine.”
“I love you, son. And that’s why I shouldn’t to let you do it.”
“I know. ” I said sadly and put my hand away. His right hand slid down to inner side of my thigh. He touched my crotch. “But I’ll let you do it because you want it.” He added. Now in normal fast I gave my hand there. I touched one finger, the second, the third… until I hold “him” whole palm. Now I heard my father’s breathing. I could feel the blood in his cock. “It’ because of me so could I help you?” I asked. But his answer didn’t come in time. I stroked. There was exciting in his face. He held my crotch harder. I moved closer to him to make easier to reach. Our shoulders were touching. His hand continued ever my balls to my hand sunken in boxers. Along it he found my dick. We were sitting there like that for a while.

To be continued...
* I am sorry for my English but I am not from english speaking country...