Father in law fun
My bisexual self is always on the alert and my gaydar works pretty well, but sometimes I get surprised. As a 45 year old typical suburban husband, I mostly let my fantasies with other men help me get off but have had the occasional hotel fun on work trips with the right guys from Grindr or other app searches.
My outlet for my gay fun came about in a very taboo way. My father in law has been widowed for about two years now. At 72, he is still in generally good shape but with the requisite comb over hair style and larger belly. He fills a lot of his time downloading music from his generation and making burner CDs (Spotify is not anything he is comfortable with!) and watching military and spy movies on his computer. One day he called my wife (his daughter) and was all upset that his computer had locked up on him and he could not get it to unlock or power down or anything and could we help. Well, that meant me since my wife is good, but not much to try to fix issues like this.
"Hey it's Dad. His computer is all messed up. Any chance you could go there and see if you can help him? You know it is just about the only thing that keeps his mind off losing Mom."
I could not say no and headed to his house where he has lived on his own for the last couple years. I arrived and he was very grateful but also embarrassed for not knowing what happened. He seemed a little flushed but I chalked it up to his being upset that his prized computer was in trouble. His computer was in a large computer desk in the front room of the house, a mid century cape cod that never had a family room so his large TV and his computer were along the same wall opposite his recliner and their large overstuffed couch.
He took me to it and said it just locked up. I sat down and started with some attempts that I thought might work. He walked away at one point to the kitchen and I kept fiddling with it. Soon enough, I at least got the cursor back and was able to see what looked like a stack of dozens of error message boxes. One by one I cleared them and saw he had about a dozen web browser pages open. He came back and stood next to me and a little behind. He seemed nervous but didn't say anything. The first tabs I got to were the local newspaper online, a music share site, and a couple other ordinary pages. Then my eyes about bugged out of my head as the rest were all hard core porn sites - not pop up ads but full on sites. And of these six or so open pages, all but one were gay themed ones. I did not say a word and just started to close them and he stepped forward and apologized and said he just is so lonely. I turned and said not to worry about it that I would not share with anyone. He smiled and I turned and a gay site page still open had a sex video playing. I could not help see his erection growing under his old man khakis. My cock started hardening too, but I was seated and it was not obvious. He took a step closer and put his hand on my shoulder and did not say anything.
"Do you want me to just leave this as is now? I think I have things cleared," I said.
I turned and his crotch was at eye level from where i was seated.
