Let Me See You Naked

"Dad," you say, "I am really embarrassed to ask this, but I need to see you naked before our journey. I need to know if there is anything on your body that could be harmful to us in the future or any scars or wounds you might have."

"That makes sense, son," he says, and begins to strip off his small clothes. You see that he actually has a very nice body -- a broad chest with the light makings of some abs poking through in spots, his legs strong and firm, a large scar on his arm from where it was sliced in battle, and his penis, flaccid before you at around five inches, which you catch yourself staring at before looking away quickly. You don't know how large it might be hard. You swallow, your face feels hot.

"Thank you, Dad. We can continue on our journey now."

He redresses as you catch another glimpse of his dick, a nice, pink circumcised cut that hangs loosely in front of him, before he finishes re-robing.

He heads out to the front door to wait for you.