// This is a work of fiction. All characters in the story are +18 of age.
// I'm hoping to expand this into a proper series later, so I took the beginning nice and easy. I would love to hear your feedback in the comments :)
"JIGAN YOU MOTHERFUCKER!," I yelled into the mic as my character got blasted to smithereens on screen.
I was playing Counter-Strike with my group of online friends while we voice chatted over Discord. Jigan, the person who was supposed to be covering me, was nowhere to be seen and radio silent on top of that. I continued angrily cursing to the laughs of the other people on the voice chat as our team was slowly picked off one by one. I wasn't good at FPS games, but since we were playing to have fun as a group, that didn't matter much, which is why everyone found how I got worked up like I usually do over group activities hilarious. But I guess I need to introduce myself before rattling on further.
My name is John, and I'm a 19-year-old high school graduate who was still living with my parents. I say parents, but really, it was only my mom for most of my life. It was less than a year ago that my dad moved back into the house after working overseas for more than I can remember.
Before he moved in, I lived in moderate peace. While I didn't have friends, I did well enough in school which made my mom happy. She was a working woman first and foremost, a community organizer or something along these lines. What that meant was that she was always busy with her social events and extensive network of contacts. I didn't dislike it though. We loved each other but never had the intimacy most mothers and sons experienced growing up. I was content doing well in school and coming back home to my cozy room where I spent most of my time.
It was an okay life for the most part if I do say so. My laid-back attitude and detachment from school life meant I got myself a bit of a reputation as a cool chill guy, and even had some fun acquaintances. But my real happiness was back in my room, my perfect setup. The most important part was the PC. I saved up myself to get the latest monitors, graphics cards, etc... I spent hours on it, from games to voice chats to porn, it was my link to the world. Other than that, I had an AC that meant I was always cozy as fuck throughout the year, and my bed, while small, was adorned with plushies of various sizes on both sides, my favorite among them was a giant Snorlax I liked to hug to sleep sometimes.
In case you couldn't tell already, I was gay. And even though I had exactly 0 experience in real life with anyone, physically and romantically, I came out to my mother when I was younger, which she took surprisingly well before it never came up again as I was a functional shut-in. My life continued peacefully for about 18 years until he arrived.
Dad was... a lot. At least for me. From the moment he set foot back in the house, small cracks started forming in my perfectly encased daily life. It started when I turned down mom's offer to meet him at the airport. While she had talked to me about him now and then, all her stories were thoroughly uninteresting to me. Like hearing about fictional characters. You might grow to like them, but they remained fictional in the end. Obviously, that wasn't the case for dad. When they came back from the airport, the man dared to bust right into my room, as if I owed him respect or love or some other profound emotion. Needless to say, I was pretty shocked when he walked in with all the confidence in the world, his voice booming across the room as he greeted me for the first time. My first thought was that the man was massive! He easily took up my door frame and was quite full-bodied himself. I wasn't that short at around 170 cm, but he towered over me at what I assumed was a bit less than 2m. He had short clean-cut black hair and a beard that seemed well-kept but was a bit messy at the moment. His face had a slight tan and his furry eyebrows were very high with excitement as he talked to me. As my social skills were already subpar, this weird not-so-foreign foreign invasion left me speechless as I sat there on my swivel chair with my headphones on, the computer's screen lighting my face, looking at him and lost for words.
He took the initiative, grabbing my hand and pulling me up and into a bear hug. His big body covered my slim (by comparison) figure, and I was assaulted by the smell of sweat and deodorant, a byproduct of his long journey. This total eclipse of the senses made me unable to think normally as I hammered out a weak "Welcome home..." and unlatched myself from him. The cold welcome might have surprised him (not sure what he was expecting), but he quickly got over it and went with mom to settle in as she gave me a disapproving look behind his back. I was tempted to voice a complaint or two, but chose not to and returned to my games.
In the following weeks, dad would establish his presence in the house and neighborhood quite well. It started with mom hosting social parties at the house every other night to my annoyance, in an attempt to introduce dad back into the community. It ended up achieving her goal and more, as dad's energetic attitude to life drew people in quite well. He struck up friendships with various other fathers around the neighborhood, even developing a bit of a fan club between the women. He was always ready to participate in whatever project anyone had in mind, even starting it himself when others were not quite ready themselves.
Thinking back, people found his conduct charming and a testament to his honest straightforward nature, but I couldn't stand it. From my perspective, he was forcefully injecting himself everywhere, acting like he knew it all, always rattling off stories and information he thought everyone should know. It worked for his relationships with his peers, but it only served to alienate me from him more. Our relationship only got more rocky from there as he continuously tried to get to know me while I gave him the cold shoulder for the most part. He seemed hell-bent on bonding with his son, seemingly wanting us to be a pair of macho friends who drank beer in sports bars and worked on car modding projects and the like. Theoretically speaking, I might have enjoyed doing these activities with him had our relationship developed normally. But the seemingly unfruitful start caused our relationship to grow in a worse direction. Mom tried to mediate between us, but eventually, we both sort of settled on staying out of the other's way for now.
Moving back to the current time, it was 2 a.m. and I was angrily smashing away at my mouse and keyboard trying to score some kills. It wasn't going well, and I could only take so much teasing from my online friends before finally calling it quits and logging off to do something a bit more relaxing. Since it was so late at night and I wanted relaxation, I naturally planned to jerk my worries off. Mom had left for a weekend business trip with a group of her female friends, and dad was doing some maintenance for our car in the garage.
Here, I made my first mistake. Although I hesitate to call it a mistake because of its outcome, it is what most people would call it at the time. Thinking I was gonna be left alone with mom on her trip and dad busy with his car, I neglected to lock the door to my room, and instead brought my shorts down to my ankles, opened up some porn, and got to work. I usually liked to take my time jerking off, but I was very horny that night. I put on one of my favorite videos, of a burly man placing a twink boy on his lap and fingering his hole while the two made out. My eyes were glued to the screen as I slowly jerked off my dick. My position was slightly uncomfortable on the chair, but readjusted the way I was sitting and pushed my ass back into the chair as I got in the mood. The video continued playing, as the pair got on their bed and the top started prepping the bottom for his dick. It didn't take long for me to feel myself getting close, and when I saw the big top fucking the twink sideways, their legs spread in a hot display of man-on-man sex.
I closed my eyes and a single low moan escaped me as I came all over the floor between my legs. It was a relatively quick session, but I still took deep breaths as I came down from my orgasm. Once I felt that I milked as much pleasure as possible from my dick, I relaxed into my chair and laid my head back.
As I turned my head, my heart fell as I saw my dad standing in my room, his face locked on me in muted surprise. I yelled out and jumped, horrified at the realization that he was probably standing here for quite some time. He saw it all, my load on the floor, the porn I was watching on the computer, and my own shamefully displayed body, with my t-shirt splattered with some of my load and my shorts between my ankles. We stared at each other for a minute before we both launched back into action at the same time.
While I threw myself at the computer to turn off the video, choosing to ignore my sorry state, he muttered a jumbled excuse before leaving and closing the door behind him.
"WHAT THE FUCKKKK!!" I internally screamed as I finished cleaning myself up and threw myself over the bed pounding away it in frustration. My mind wasn't able to think of anything at all regarding what happened as I tried to process it myself. I was still in my cum covered pajamas when I heard him knock on the door an hour later.
"Oh, now he knocks." I thought to myself, anger rising in me as I told him to come in.
Dad slowly entered the room, hesitant to barge in and look around this time. He eventually met my gaze while I sat back in bed, his face a confused mess of emotions. Our eyes were locked, and I was thinking of something to say when he slowly and gently sat on the bed across from me.
At that moment, I really didn't know what to think. That man's eyes were looking at me with an earnest glow, which only made me more freaked out because of how weirdly this all started. His large frame on my small bed made him feel even larger than normal, and the wife-beater and brown work shorts hugged him tightly, only serving to show off his big hairy body even more. Dad took a deep breath before talking.
"First of all, I wanted to say that what you were doing was completely normal," he lead with what felt like a PSA. I looked at him without speaking, letting him go on because I did not know how to respond so far.
"That said, I would advise you to lock your door in the future," he said, half joking, half serious. I nodded slightly, not wanting to delve into it, and he went on.
"I also think it's okay that you're gay," he continued, driving on with his usual act first, don't think attitude. "my cousin growing up was also gay, and I-"
