Carl smirked, reaching down and rubbing his hardening cock. Before him, he watched his dad scrubbing himself down through a crack in the bathroom wall. He waited, knowing his dad would jerk off once he was fully clean. Rick looked at the door and down at him limp uncut dick. Using a bit of soap, he started to lather his growing erection. Quietly, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his fully hard cut cock. Not fully through puberty, his cock still hadn't reached it's full size, but still at a respectable six inches, pretty good for a fifteen year old. His pubes weren't thick either, though he wasn't worried. Staring at his dad's hairy crotch, he knew he was destined to be just like him.
He had first learned about masturbation while on Hershel's farm. His parent's hadn't had the talk yet, so when he started to notice his penis getting hard more and more often, he became concerned. One day, shortly after he was well enough to leave the bed, he had been walking in the shadow's of the forest when he had noticed Shane making some jerky movements. Confused and curious, he had crept as close as possible. Just as he had turned to face him, he hesitated as he looked at what Shane was doing. Eyes closed, Shane was using his hand to pump his dick extremely fast. Fascinated, he crept closer until Shane made a grunt and thrusted his hips forward. White stuff came out and he sighed with a grin. Apparently, it felt good. He noticed his own penis was hard and decided to copy Shane's movements.
From that day on, he had a habit of watching any guy jerk it. However, his voyeurism had quickly shifted to only guys he considered attractive. At this point, he was old enough to know what he was doing was perverted, but he really couldn't care less. What were the consequences of doing otherwise. Girls didn't do it for him, but guys. He grinned, looking at his father's face, noticing it was turning red and his movements were becoming more and more erratic. Pumping his own cock harder, he felt his own release close. Turning sideways, his view of his dad's cock became limited. Frowning, he hated when he couldn't watch the end. Still, he was rewarded as he turned again, but this time more sideways. Using his right hand, Rick grunted, pulling the skin back from the head of his dick. The other hand twisted and reached around and dug into his ass.
Carl almost gasped out loud. He had never seen his dad finger himself before. Puffing, Rick pointed his dick down towards the drain and gave a grunt. His cum came out in ropes, while his other hand dug even further into his ass. That was all it took for Carl to join him. Just as the his first rope shot out of his cock, he heard his dad make another sound he was not prepared to hear.
"Carl..." he groaned, knees buckling. His ass tried to push back into his fingers that were probing his own hole.
Carl's vision went white as his orgasm intensified, his own seed splattered against the wall with even more force. His head drooped and pressed against the wall as well. Shakily, he opened his eye's to watch his father clean up. Rick looked to the side and squeezed the last bit of juice out of his cock before lifting it to his mouth and sucking it off the end of his fingers. Panting, he gave a lazy smile as he shakily stepped onto the floor and out of the shower stall. Grinning, Carl knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it, no matter what it would take.
He spent the rest of the evening trying to figure out how he could end up using his dad. Feeling a tightening below, he shook his head, trying to save his energy. It was clear that Rick fantasized about him. The problem was how to promote this urge. The vast majority of time Rick still acted as his father. Issuing orders and still dishing out discipline. After what felt like an eternity, he had a plan. Luckily, his dad was on the sane watch as him so he decided to make his move.
Standing outside under a tree, he glanced over at his dad. He was looking rather bored and looked as if he was about to nod off. Smirking, he walked quietly over to a spot where the moonlight shone down through the tees and illuminated him. Hearing movement, he knew his father had taken notice. Acting as if he didn't know he was being watched, he unzipped himself and pulled out his soft penis. He made sure he stood in a position that make it easy to see his dick. Making a small grunt, he began to urinate. Letting out a sigh of relief a bit louder than he normally would, he didn't put it away.
Instead he looked around, making sure no one could see him(even though he knew Rick could) and slowly started to move his fist slowly up and down. The action was enough to make him hard almost instantaneously. Somewhere under in the shadows, he heard a small gasp. Turning his head out of the light, he didn't want his dad to know he heard him. He looked down at his member, looking confused and pained. Then, acted as if he heard something in the distance. Trying to look startled and frustrated, he put his length back in his pants, but didn't zip up, as if he had forgotten. Walking back to his original spot with his still hard dick sticking out of his fly, he hung his head, as if disappointed. He had sat down against a tree for only a few seconds when he heard footsteps approaching. Thankful that his face was in the shadows, his dad couldn't see his triumphant smirk across his face.
"You doing aright, Carl?" came his dad's voice, a bit higher in pitch than usual.
"Oh, hi ..." he trailed off, looking up. He was able to make out his father's gaze was staring down at his hard cock poking out of his pants.
"What's wrong son?"he asked, voice somewhat shaky now.
"I can't say, it's too embarrassing."he whispered, trying to sound conflicted.
"You don't have to worry about being embarrassed when it's just me around. What's wrong?" he asked again, sounding insistent.
"But, it's something you're not suppose to talk to other guys about." he squeaked.
His dad squatted down next to him, his shoulder leaning against his own.
"Carl, it's alright, who am I gonna tell?" he asked, this time sounding perfectly reasonable.
Inside, Carl suddenly felt ashamed. The way his dad was talking to him made him want to really trust him and go to him for anything. His fathers voice was always deep, and in most cases, a message underlined the trust he shared with his son. Almost deciding to scrap the plan, he remembered his dad saying his name while he was fingering himself earlier. With that thought, Carl knew his dad would be up for something if he could figure out a way of making it sound helpful and perverted. Deciding to scrap his original plan for the night, he made a few adjustments. Going to fast could be disastrous if anything went wrong. When he didn't go on, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
His dad looked down at him, trustworthy, comforting, and even sexy all at the same time.
"Dad..." he began, suddenly feeling nervous. Aware his cock started to feel soft, he glanced down and closed his eyes, remembering how his dad had called his name out as he came. Immediately, he felt blood surge back into his member.
"Yes.?"he asked, sounding curious.
"My...umm..."he nodded his head downward."feels funny." he whispered, trying to remember how he felt when he first started getting erections.
"What do you mean?" he inquired, again sounding concerned and hopeful.
"It's..."he made a motion, as if for his father to lean in so he could listen better.
Grunting, Rick leaned in and he finished his sentence.
"Dad, it's hard. Help me." he whispered, matching his father's concern and hopefulness.
