“Hm, I guess about 8 inches, and about 6 inches around. I need a shower too, so why don’t we just get in together. He was still smiling, but it seemed like his smile was tighter. Dad had some plastic, but it was a big tarp and he didn’t want to cut it if he could avoid it. “I don’t have any to slick me up with, or to taste.”
“Well, here,” my Dad said, moving his hand. Dad said he would help me, and I figured that would at least be less embarrassing since we’re both guys. With each thrust, he would push a little further, and I felt a little more comfortable with it. “Ha-ha, no pun intended. I needed something to cover my arm to keep the cast dry, but we were at a loss. I was shocked that he did that so openly, and even more shocked to see it twitch and start to grow.
