All the characters in this story are over eighteen years old.
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It was a revelation to say the least when I found out my father was the bottom.
My parents separated when I was sixteen. I stayed with dad while my younger brother went with mom. At the time, I didn't know the reason behind their divorce. A couple of years later though, I caught a few young men leaving the house in the mornings from time to time.
To be frank, I was really mad at him for a while. Why would he do that to my mother? Took me a while to accept it as it is. When I turned eighteen, my own raging hormones made me sympathize with the man a little bit. He was just another man going through a midlife crisis, banging people much younger than him. The only thing was, he was doing it with men. I had to come to terms that an ass is an ass.
So it was not that much of a secret, but we still avoided the topic like the plague. Neither of us acknowledged what was going on, and I was planning on moving out as soon as I could have afforded it. There was no pressure from my dad, but I was almost nineteen and could not wait to go out and live out on my own.
Living in a large house where my room was downstairs and my father living in a floor above me definitely helped. I never had to see or hear anything sexual in the house. There was a master bedroom and a small baby room upstairs. And there was two bedrooms and a guest room downstairs; so I had plenty of space to avoid my father. My parents bought the house with a plan to raise children and give us a happy life. But plans don't always go your way.
But my father's sex life had to be addressed when I saw the same guy getting out of the house three times. The man waved me goodbye on the fourth time as I was about to leave for my job at the steakhouse. I was too flabbergasted to even acknowledge the man.
For a man like my dad, the guy that just walked out was a catch. My dad was in his late forties, with the definitive dad bod with modest amount of body hair. He was 5'8'', blonde. And although I did not look at him that way, but he did have a nice enough physique with a plump butt that would stand out in a crowd.
And the man walking away had muscles in places I did not know you could get them. He had to be at least 6'2'' with dark hair. He was wearing jeans and sky blue polo t's. I focused on the triceps that moved as he opened the car door. His forearms contracted as he got inside, and he must have had the tightest looking butt I had ever seen.
As I was getting in my own car, I had the urge to high five my dad on scoring an ass like that. I know I was disgusted when I found out my father left my mother for other men. But you have to admire a body like that no matter who you are.
I myself was 5'10'' and had a lean slightly muscular build. I inherited my father's hair color and but my mother's green eyes.
The next day dad told me that he would be away for the weekend. He asked me if I would be okay in the house by myself. I was way too happy to have the house to myself. I only had a single shift on Saturday. Most of the weekend, my dick went through rigorous exercise sessions and I was completely spent in my room when I heard dad's car outside.
It was ten o clock on a Sunday night. I didn't make any effort to get out and greet him. The next morning, a surprise was waiting for me in the breakfast table.
As I got out to prepare breakfast and go out for work, I smelled the food on the table from far away. It was a Monday morning, so I didn't expect dad to do that for me. as I got into the kitchen, I saw dad and Gregg facing me.
"Oh!" I was surprised to see a man with dad for the first time. "Hi!"
"John," Dad said. "I wanted to introduce you to Gregg."
"Hi there, young man!" The 28 year-old man walked up to shake my hand. I reciprocated. He did not look that old; so him calling me a young man was a little shocking to me.
"This is Gregor Petrich." Dad introduced the man. "He is an accountant for the community college here. We met in a ... social outing a few months back. I believe you have seen him once or twice in the house. The thing is ..." Dad trailed off before Greg started talking.
"Your father and I have been in a relationship for a while. And we would like to take it to the next level." Greg held dad's hand before saying. "But we want your blessing before that."
"My what?"
"John," Dad said. "I really love you. Despite what happened in the family, you are my son and I will always love you. And if you are not okay with this relationship..."
I looked at the tightening grip of their hands.
"It's fine, I'm fine dad. It's been a long time," I looked my dad in the eyes before saying. "You deserve to be happy."
Gregg was the one to come hug me first. His pecs were tight. I wanted to run my hands all over his back, but resisted. After letting go, my dad came over to give me a hug. The stark contrast between the two bodies was evident. Dad was not fat in any way. But his body was more comfortable to hold on to. Gregg on the other hand was built like a marble sculpture that you only admire from afar.
To think that my father was dipping his meat on this Greek god was astounding. I had to work hard to stop imagining the two of them naked together. Although I managed to keep my own father out of my imagination, Gregg kept walking around naked in my mind. So, I thought that moving out of the house would be the best option for me.
A part of me knew that imaginations can run wild and the real thing can never be as good as it was in your mind. But, from time to time, I still had this sudden urge to just see Gregg fully naked.
He was always friendly with me and we engaged in small talks from time to time. He asked me about my job once and what my plan for the future was going to be. I was able to maintain my train of thought during conversation during the times he was fully clothed.
And the problems started when he moved in the house a month later. It was the same guy walking around the house. Only this time, he was shirtless, and sometimes only in his shorts.
I looked around the city for an apartment for a while, but quickly realized that I would need at least three roommates to afford that. Managing one roommate was easy, but in our relatively small town, I had trouble finding two more people to move in together.
So I was stuck in the house with a hunk like Gregg flaunting around his body everywhere. The worst part was, Gregg wasn't even trying. I was infatuated with him. Not to mention the time he was washing the dishes while I was still finishing my breakfast. I pretty much had to pretend I was drooling for the toast I was eating. His toned legs were right up there beside me. I could see the creases of his muscles parting in different shapes. The treacherous shorts were blocking my view to the suspiciously round butt. So much muscle all around his body made me wonder how his butt would feel. Then he turned around and I caught a glimpse of the appendage hanging between his legs. It didn't seem hard at the time. but I swear I saw it slightly move with his own leg movement. Trying to quickly gulp down my breakfast, I nearly choked.
Gregg then came closer to me to see if everything was okay. I kept my head down, pounding on my own chest lightly for the food to go down. I saw the outline of the head of the dick on his shorts. Flaccid dicks aren't usually that big, are they?
These carnal desires inside of me made me feel guilty from time to time. Guilty for what I was feeling, and guilty for who I was feeling it for. That was because, probably first time in my entire life, my dad seemed genuinely happy. Even when I was young and he was with my mother, I don't remember seeing him this happy.
They were a new couple that were all over each other. They were very affectionate and could not keep their hands away from each other. I caught them kissing only once when I was going out of the house one morning. But most of the times, they were either holding hands, or had their arms around each other.
I woke up late one night really thirsty and went to the kitchen to drink some water. That's when I discovered the two lovers together. Both of them went to sleep with the TV on. They were holding each other tightly and my father was sleeping on top of Gregg's body on the couch. Before going back to my room, I got closer to them to see the faint smile on both of their faces. They were breathing gently and both of them were fully clothed.
Despite being horny most of the times, that night, an immense sense of loneliness washed over me and I had to work hard to not cry myself to sleep.
But I woke up with a hard dick the next morning. And in light of some recent discoveries, I downloaded both tinder and grinder to try my luck and get myself into some social situations.
My infatuation with that tight and toned body was still there. Not to mention that the body was almost always there living under the same roof with me.
I knew about Gregg's schedule pretty well and knew that he was going to be home early every Wednesday. That was a full work day for me mostly, but on a fated Wednesday, I ended up going home early. I don't know what I was hoping to accomplish by going home early, maybe I was subconsciously trying to get closer to Gregg. But seeing my own father butt naked in the living room taking a dick in the ass was not it.
They did not hear me rattling my keys and opening the door to get inside the house. That was because they were being very loud. I guess they had scheduled this exact date to get very loud and nasty sex. And I was a witness to the loud and nasty sex. They were calling each other names, and once I took a peak, I saw Gregg had dad pinned to the ground with one hand around his neck and shoving his dick in his ass with all his might.
I got really hard just by looking at that and had to run away to the main entrance quickly. Then, I made sure to be as loud as possible to open the door and slam the door as hard as I could. Thankfully, the noise coming from the living room instantly stopped and I heard footsteps scattering along the stairs.
So, deeming it was safe, I slowly walked to the living room. There, I was greeted by a sweaty Gregg who was still catching his breath.
"Hey there, Johnny boy! You're early today."
"Umm, yeah; I was not feeling well, so I ..." I trailed off. His dick was still gloriously hard. The shorts made it point sideways, but there was no mistake in the size of that thing. And it was going inside my own father a minute ago. That was unbelievable to say the least.
