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I don't think I ever saw my dad naked until I was in college. I lived at home all four years, and when I started college, my mom went back to working nights as a nurse and it was often just dad and I at home, since my older sisters were also gone. One afternoon when he got home from work, he came into my room without knocking (as he often did) and I'd just gotten out of the shower and was totally naked, drying my hair with a towel. Since I'm a grower not a show-er, I remember being embarrassed at first and started to cover up, but instead just stood there, holding the towel around my shoulders while he talked to me. He definitely took a look while talking, and had a grin on his face, then left.
I'd always been kind of shy about my body, and I think he was glad I wasn't being timid about nudity around him, and also being ex Navy and a firefighter, he was used to being around naked guys. I didn't think a whole lot about it (other than wondering if I was the same size as him) until a couple of days later, I heard him coming in from work so I strolled into the kitchen to find him stripping out of his work clothes in the middle of the kitchen. When I walked in, he was down to his pants and was unzipping them. He just kept talking, so I acted casual and started cleaning up the kitchen. He stood there in his jockey shorts for a bit as we talked, then he turned his back to me and took them off. He then picked up everything and was sort of holding the clothes in front of himself. I wanted to look but didn't, if you know what I mean.
I started washing dishes, and he went to the laundry room door and tossed everything into the clothes hamper, then turned around and faced me. There it was. I didn't stare, but I got a few quick looks. We were pretty much the same size. He stood there for a few more seconds, one hand on his hip, talked a little bit more, then said he was off to shower. A bit later, as I was fixing dinner for us, he came back into the kitchen in just a towel, got a beer, and sat down at the counter to look at the mail. He had never done anything like this. It was like he was feeling, at last, it was "just us guys".
Not sure why, but I really felt like joining him, so I told him I was going to "rinse off" while dinner finished cooking. After a quick shower, I went to the kitchen in just a towel...hoping he'd not gotten dressed. He hadn't. In fact, when I walked in, he had put dinner out and he had moved to the table and his towel wasn't even wrapped around him anymore, just sort of draped over his crotch and one leg. As I came in, he got up from the table to get something and the towel fell off. He sort of grabbed at it but then said something like "oh well, just us guys right?" and laughed. He sat back down, and didn't cover up. I remember hesitating for a minute, but then thought FUCK IT and took my towel off, put it down on the chair and joined him at the table. He had a big grin, but we said nothing else about being naked together, which was awesome. We just sat there naked and talked and ate dinner.
This was the start of many years of naked bonding with my dad. We still occasionally see each other naked. I know it may be weird to some people, but it's something special to me and my relationship with my dad. I can relate many other stories, but I've already gone on too long and you guys are probably already bored with me!
I'd always been kind of shy about my body, and I think he was glad I wasn't being timid about nudity around him, and also being ex Navy and a firefighter, he was used to being around naked guys. I didn't think a whole lot about it (other than wondering if I was the same size as him) until a couple of days later, I heard him coming in from work so I strolled into the kitchen to find him stripping out of his work clothes in the middle of the kitchen. When I walked in, he was down to his pants and was unzipping them. He just kept talking, so I acted casual and started cleaning up the kitchen. He stood there in his jockey shorts for a bit as we talked, then he turned his back to me and took them off. He then picked up everything and was sort of holding the clothes in front of himself. I wanted to look but didn't, if you know what I mean.
I started washing dishes, and he went to the laundry room door and tossed everything into the clothes hamper, then turned around and faced me. There it was. I didn't stare, but I got a few quick looks. We were pretty much the same size. He stood there for a few more seconds, one hand on his hip, talked a little bit more, then said he was off to shower. A bit later, as I was fixing dinner for us, he came back into the kitchen in just a towel, got a beer, and sat down at the counter to look at the mail. He had never done anything like this. It was like he was feeling, at last, it was "just us guys".
Not sure why, but I really felt like joining him, so I told him I was going to "rinse off" while dinner finished cooking. After a quick shower, I went to the kitchen in just a towel...hoping he'd not gotten dressed. He hadn't. In fact, when I walked in, he had put dinner out and he had moved to the table and his towel wasn't even wrapped around him anymore, just sort of draped over his crotch and one leg. As I came in, he got up from the table to get something and the towel fell off. He sort of grabbed at it but then said something like "oh well, just us guys right?" and laughed. He sat back down, and didn't cover up. I remember hesitating for a minute, but then thought FUCK IT and took my towel off, put it down on the chair and joined him at the table. He had a big grin, but we said nothing else about being naked together, which was awesome. We just sat there naked and talked and ate dinner.
This was the start of many years of naked bonding with my dad. We still occasionally see each other naked. I know it may be weird to some people, but it's something special to me and my relationship with my dad. I can relate many other stories, but I've already gone on too long and you guys are probably already bored with me!