A Poky Pants Morning

Harold was wrapped in his blankets on this cool Sunday morning. It was his weekend for Carl and, after a lengthy day looking at new scratch and sniff stickers at the store, the two were worn out. As Harold stirred from his sleep, he noticed he was tenting in his boxers. He chuckled and looked at the time: 8:30. He figured Carl would be asleep for a little bit longer. He would have to keep some of the moans down. Harold knew he could be loud as he wanted when he was alone. Besides, it had been a few days since he last came.
He rolled over onto his back and placed a hand down his boxers. Harold happened to have a good five inches and some change when erect. Not too shabby. There was a family rumor that there were tanuki genes somewhere in there, which would account for the slightly larger balls and the loads to match. Clean-up was a hassle but the orgasms alone were worth it. In another timeline, he could’ve been a famous adult film star.
He shut his eyes and started stroking, trying to conjure up one of his regular fantasies. Since the divorce, Harold had started exploring his sexuality. There was that rather cute beaver on the construction crew he’s seen around town. So far, no contact yet, just a fantasy. But the idea of the beaver in just his jeans that fit so snug around his ass. “God, I wonder how tight his hole is. I bet he can take it on the regular…”
A knock at the door interrupted his session. Shit, no way he could get it down now. Might as well bear with it.
“Come in.”
The door opened and there was his son with a worried look on his face, hands doing his nervous stim.
“Dad, I think there’s something wrong with my body. I woke up like this.”
Sure enough, there was something going on and it looked pretty familiar. The young racoon’s pajama pants had something growing down there.
“Oh, Carl. There’s nothing wrong. Come here…” Harold patted to a spot on the bed. Carl climbed up. “I hadn’t planned on having this talk with you until you were older but I guess now is as good a time as any.”
“Is it a good kind of talk or a bad kind of talk?” asked Carl.
“It’s the good kind. What you have right now is something us men call ‘morning wood’.”
“’Morning wood’? But I’m not a tree.”
Harold chuckled. “Oh no, Carl. There’s no actual wood inside you. It’s that sometimes your wiener will stand up in the morning like a tree. It happens to us sometimes and it’s perfectly safe. In fact, it happened to me when I woke up.”
“It did?”
“Mhm. Look.” Harold removed the blanket and Carl saw the shape of his father’s boxers. “Looks like we both have a poky pants morning.”
Harold removed his boxers, letting his cock stand in plain view of his son. Carl could do nothing but stare at his dad’s size.
“I’m going to teach you a way to help you get rid of the poky pants in a way that feels good. It’s best if you take off your clothes. Now, normally you’re not supposed to do this but it’s just gonna be between you and me. Our special father/son thing. Okay?”
“But what if it doesn’t go down?”
“It will. It just takes some time. Do you want some help taking off your clothes or can you do it yourself?”
“I got it.” Carl took off all of his clothes, blushing as he realized how exposed he was to his dad. Like dad, he was circumcised. 
“Now, the first thing you can do is to touch it with your hand, just like how I do it.” Carl watched as his father wrapped a hand around the shaft and Carl did the same.
“Next, you’ll want to slowly rub it up and down.” Again, Harold demonstrated, resuming what he started. Carl saw this and tried doing it himself. A shiver ran through his body as this new feeling excited him. Did his wiener always feel this good when touching it?
“That’s it, just like that.”
“It’s…a funny feeling, but it feels nice.”
“It sure does...”
Minutes passed as the son learned how to pleasure himself with his father at the helm. Each of them took turns letting out soft moans and grunts. Harold took a few lingering glances at his son, noticing his size. Definitely took after his dad, that much is certain. He reckoned it looked like at least two inches when soft, an inch more in his hand right now. 
“Would you like to touch mine? You can if you let me touch yours,” Harold asked.
Carl nervously reached a hand out to his father’s cock. He tried to take it all in one hand but his paw just wasn’t large enough. It was a new feeling, touching someone else’s parts. He had never really seen his father naked, not even in the locker room for the pool. But there he was and, as Carl didn’t think to admit it at the time, he looked pretty good. All dad needed to touch Carl’s cock were two fingers. Harold noticed how stiff it was and figured it could be better used in other ways.
“Hey, Carl. Would you like to try something with both of our wieners?”
“Both of them? How would that work?”
“Well, it’s very similar to what we’re doing now. I would just need you to sit in my lap facing me.”
Carl looked over and saw something on his father’s penis. “What’s that clear stuff right there? It looks like water.”
“Oh this? This is pre. It’s something your wiener makes when it’s like this after a while. Now, I’m going to rub both of them at the same time. I just want you to sit up straight and put yours near mine. Let me do the rest.”
As Carl moved into position, Harold bit his lip. He had no idea that he’d spend this morning like this. Did this count as sex or was this just a father teaching his son what he’d be doing anyway years later on his own? The lines were blurred but before he could decide what it was, he felt his son’s cock against his. Harold placed his right hand around both of their shafts and his left hand on Carl’s shoulder.
“Just let your dad take care of things. If you need to stop, let me know. Okay?”
“Yes dad.”
Harold began to stroke the two of them. Already, this felt better than going it alone. It’d be a few years before Carl could ever get to his size but for now the kid seemed to be holding his own. All of the other methods he could’ve used for pleasure were far from his mind and it seemed like this was the best possible way he could connect with his son. 
He heard Carl’s moans get shallow. “Dad, I feel like I need to go to the bathroom.”
“That means you’re close. You’re about to feel good very soon.”
“But it’s about to come out and I can’t hold on much longer!”
“Just let it happen. I’ll clean up whatever mess there is. I won’t be upset or angry.”
“Promise?”
“Pinky promise, Carl.”
No sooner did he give his word that his son let out a long moan and hit his climax. A few small ropes left his cock and landed on his father’s. Hearing Carl pushed Harold over the edge and he came as well, getting most of his thick load onto his son’s tummy. 
“How does it feel, son?”
“Well, it felt scary at first because it reminded me of when I have to go to the bathroom and I might have an accident. But then it felt good, like when I actually make it to the bathroom and it all goes in the toilet. My body felt tingly but in the way that is exciting, like riding the roller coaster at the fair.”
“And that is perfectly normal.”
“But what was is this sticky stuff on my fur?”
“That’s cum. You and I make it when we play with our wieners or when you want to make a baby. This is part of what made you.”
“I came from this?”
“Mhm, but that’s a conversation for later. Let me get you cleaned up before it dries.”
Harold held his son in his arms and got out of bed, carrying him to the bathroom. Once inside, he grabbed a towel and started cleaning him.
“Now, I want you to make a pinky promise with me. I want you to promise that this stays between us. Just a father and son thing whenever it’s my turn for you to visit. If you wake up with some poky pants with me, you know how to take care of that now, either in your bedroom or with me. Just let me know, okay?”
“Sure thing, dad.”
“Great. Your usual for breakfast?”
“Yes please.”
“Can do. Go get dressed and I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
Harold watched as his son walked away, backside in full view. As he cleaned up whatever mess he had, there was that feeling he knew that he crossed a line somewhere. Did this really count as his first time with a guy? Maybe, but he hadn’t counted on his son being that one. Maybe this is the time to finally hit up that gay bar in town once Carl is back with his mom, find someone much closer to his age. Perhaps that construction worker would be there.
Then again, this might help strengthen the bond between father and son.