Guys, have you ever showered with your Dad?

I did several months ago after a round of tennis at the club; it was kind of a "bonding" experience.

Only when I was little.

No Fucking Way, Ever!

I've never done it. Depending on your age at the time, I think it might be a very uncomfortable situation.

Nope, no way, there were many years between my father and me. I would have been highly uncomfortable, also my father was an authority figure in the community, it would have been like showering with my high school principal or something.

I know my older brother showered with our father when he was a little boy. Likewise, I have showered with my mother when I was little.

I don't think it is at all unusual for a child to shower with their older adult parents.

My dad and I have showered together several times when visiting different hot springs if there is an open shower room. I was always embarrassed to do so in my teens because like a lot of teenagers I was self conscience about my body but now that I am grown up I don't mind at all being naked in front of dad. Dad always walked around the house naked before bed well into my teen years so seeing him naked was never a shock to me. I even witnessed him with a full erection twice, the first time we were all outside enjoying the afternoon and mom giggled, dad had become relaxed after a couple beers in his lawn chair and was wearing short shorts and his erection was hanging out, the second time happened when I was around 11, I came downstairs to go to the bathroom and dad was stoking the fireplace and was fully erect, I'm guessing they just finished having sex. When I came out he was standing behind a waist high bookshelf to hide his erection and said good night son.

A couple of times when I was very young.

When I was transitioning from taking a bath to showering, I showered with my dad for a few months. Once he was confident that I'd do a good job cleaning myself on my own, I was left to shower solo. I'd guess this was when I was about 7 or 8. Haven't showered with him since, but wouldn't mind, if circumstances dictated.

The only reason I bother to mention this is because of the inadvertent humor and the clueless, back-fired shame of my fundamentalist xtian parents. When I was three years old I guess my mother probably gave me baths and nothing about those was memorable. But one day, for some reason, my father took a shower with me. He would have been 24 at the time, so a good-looking, athletic young man. But even at my age I could help noticing that he kept turning his back toward me, practically pressing his front against the tile wall. He was seriously determined not to let our bodies touch or to flash me a glimpse of his genitals, apparently. Well, I had gotten a look anyway and nothing could have interested me less. So what—another adult with “hair down there?” What was really arousing to me (and at that age I used to have frequent erections) was his butt! Round, muscular mounds with tufts of black hair peeking out from the crack. I got a real show! Really got to indulge my curiosity and he had no idea I was enjoying his show! Funny thing is, to this day male body hair, especially when it’s peeking from a secret, taboo place like a butt crack (or even an armpit) is a major turn on for me. So that shower with my dad was probably a highly influential turning point in my young life.

The house that I grew up in did not have a shower.

When I was 19 I went to the gym mostly in the evenings back in those days.... I'd always find a dad and his teenage son there. They worked out, changed and would go in to the shower about the same time together. A few times i was in the same area of the locker room where they were at. The dad would say things like, "hurry up so were not late for dinner" or "get cleaned up so you look presentable." Come to find out the dad was an assistant coach at the kids high school and had been in the locker room most of the time before, and after games. So it appeared as if the son was never shy about going to the gym with his dad. The gym had stalled showers. But They would still see each other naked briefly while changing. The son was a senior in high school, and was over 18. They seemed to have a good father/son relationship and always made it to the gym more regularly then me!

I do not ever remember showering or bathing with my dad. I remember seeing him naked a couple of times but that is all.

I did as a boy, mostly at the swimming pool locker room. I'd also shower with my dad when traveling and using strange bathrooms.

When my son was between ages 3 and 7, he often wanted to shower with me. This was mostly weekends when there was more flexibility in our schedules. It ended when he stopped asking.

The only time i can remember was when i was 4 years old or so. We were staying at a motel and so showered together to save time, i suppose. It was fairly at face level for me at that age, and i got a good look at daddy's cock. I remember commenting on the size of his pee-pee and wondering if mine would be as big when i got to be a big boy. Happy to say that i'm happy with my endowment. See my pics.

I know I did as a little kid growing up, around 4 or 5 a few times. Outside of that, the showers at the local pool and gym, as well as at the camp we rented on weekends and went to with some friends of mine and their dads which had communal showers.

I did lots of times when we went swimming at various pools. It happened from when I was very young into my early 20s. Just like you blindside it was a great "bonding" experience.

Regularly - we go dinghy sailing together, and there are communal showers at the clubhouse. Nothing remarkable about it at all in my book.

I did sometimes up until 11-12. In my 20's we played handball together and afterwards we went into the open showers. Never phased me, even though when I was younger I always wondered when my genital area would look like his.

I did several times growing up. My dad didn't have any chest hair or treasure trail, or leg hair, but had a nice bush and thick penis. We stopped about the time I was in 8th grade. But did again after I was married. I would help him cut down trees on his place, when we were done we were dirty sweating. Mom had passed by then. He lived by himself . I always brought clean clothes and showered at his house. It has been years since we had seen each other naked. I had gotten in the shower first, he came in, mind if Dad comes in too? I opened the glass door and said come in. To much of his surprise I had changed since he had seen me last. He looked me over, hairy chest, treasure trail, hairy penis and balls, hairy legs. And of course he hadn't changed. I must admit he had a nice penis just long enough when limp. Our penis looked about the same. But out of the three of us males in the house I had the bigger balls. Both he and my brother were jealous of that. He washed my back and my butt, we did this when I was younger, I washed his back and butt. But did something this one time we never did when I was a kid. After washing down his back, put some shower soap in my hand, with his back to me I reached around got a hold of his penis and started washing his Bush and balls. In just a moment he was hard and so was I . He reached around and put one arm on my shoulder and started rubbing me with other. Next thing we were both coming , what a relief. He said that felt so good. I told him it was nice to have another man's hand on my penis. It was right there I told him he had a nice cut cock. And he told me he was still upset that I had bigger balls. Nothing like showering with your dad.

When I was in grade school, we had one shower, and after getting back from the beach, several of us (3 boys, 1 girl, 2 adults) would get into the shower together and it did not matter who was in there. Sometimes my mother was, sometimes my father was, sometimes it was just us children. It did not make any difference.

hankb

No, never

I never did. My parents don't shower with me.

Yes, when going to the local swimming pool with my father; I was probably 9 or 10 years old. The city had many neighborhood pools in those days, and it cost next to nothing for families to enjoy themselves in the summer…..and great way to beat the heat as nearly no one had air conditioning. I loved (still do) swimming, and would never turn down the chance to go. We were expected to shower with soap prior to entering the pool, but despite being posted the rule was never enforced.

Except when I went to the pool with Dad! He was most definitely old-school (naked) swimming, and used to tell me to quit complaining about getting clean and about how thorough the boy’s showers had to be for admission to the YMCA pool. Uncut boys would have to roll back their foreskins; all boys had to spread their buttocks for inspection! Wish I had a time machine…I would do that job for no pay!!

So when I went to the local pool with Dad, he insisted I take a complete soap shower. Which meant lose the bathing suit. I could not have been more embarrassed by the parade of boys who merely got wet in the showers on the way to the pool, staring at me and naked hairy Dad taking way too much time and effort to get clean.

Early 70s, we'd go to the Y, it was well after the era of men only swimming, or swimming nude in public and the Y in our family friendly town was totally co-ed, but the men's locker room had a big open shower room and following dad's example, I took a quick suit on, no soap shower before entering the pool and a fully nude soapy shower after swimming. Most of my dad's generation had done at least 2 years military service, and my dad's was in the navy, so I was raised with the idea that locker room and shower nudity were nothing unusual. I don't remember that I was ever particularly curious or aroused by dad's naked body, but if there were other men or boys showering nude I know that I took lots of furtive glances. I was beginning to sense something was different about me. One of my teenage fantasies was to have a secret room behind a wall with a full view of a men's shower room. I understand that a few such rooms have been discovered behind the grate work over looking women's shower rooms with lawn chairs set up and candy wrappers lying around. Funny story: I remember once being in the showers after a swim with dad, we were alone, I was probably 8 or 9 and just as I was about to de-suit, a little kid of about 3 or 4, all alone, in his suit comes into the shower room, which you had to pass through to get to the pool. Well, being at that age where one is totally unselfconscious, the kid just stops in his tracks and starts openly staring at my soapy naked dad, and me. And I couldn't take my suit off! My dad, totally not caring about this little kid staring says to me "Joe, take your suit off and soap up." And this kid is looking at me with this expression that says "well, aren't you gonna?" and I'm so annoyed, and I can't, I just wash up with my suit on and my dad doesn't press it, he just chalks it up to another of my growing weirdnesses as I was entering that age of ridiculous self-consciousness. It strikes me as so funny now that I was so angry at that little kid for doing openly what I was doing so (I thought) discreetly and if I wasn't beginning that ten year stage of obscene inhibition and self-consciousness, I probably would have been more like "here kid, take a good look!" and happily have given him an eyeful, as I should have.

I started showering with my Dad when I was a little kid. When I heard him turn on the shower early in the mornings I would I would go in and join him. I stopped doing this when I was I got older. At the recreation center we showered together after swimming or working out together as adults.

I did from a very early age when we went swimming. It was both natural, and a bonding process.

What a wonderful post, chris2be home. You were/are so very fortunate to enjoy such lovely intimacy with your father. Reading the account of your dad joining you in his shower after cutting trees was most arousing. Your mutual masturbation detail was so well done and it excited me very much. How I envy you, the primal excitement of soaping him up and stroking his cock and he yours and the supreme rapture of cuming with him together. How hot was that!!! What wonderful relief for you both!!! What a beautiful memory! Liked your balls, bigger than your dad and your brother's, too. How lucky are you? I am jealous too. Enjoy ! ! !

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First time must have been around age 5 or 6 - memories are getting dim - he seemed huge. Felt good to be soaped up by him. Then often after that but seldom at home - rather at swimming pool or beach changing rooms, skinny-dipping on camping trips, or at hotels when I would go with him on business trips, or when sons were invited to his business men's club functions in downtown LA and everybody went swiming naked in the pool in the basement. He served onboard ship in WWII where modesty and privacy were impossible. He wasn't the least bit shy, whereas my mother was quite prim and proper. Nevertheless she sent me to the Y for swimming lessons when I was 10. That was at the time that Y pools were nude swimming only, so I saw lots of other boys and men of all ages naked.

Only memory was in swimming pool changing area. Think I was 6. Think we soaped each others backs.