It all started one day after he had gotten home late after his eighteenth birthday party. He had just walked into his father's house trying to keep from waking him up, knowing that if he did he would catch holy hell. As he was slowly slinking up the steps he heard a series of low moans coming from his father's room. James didn't think anything of it because his father had brought home women he dated before and had sex with them. Then he realized that it's was only one voice coming from his father's room and he decided to investigate. When he slowly cracked the door open he saw a sight that he would cherish for the rest of his life. He saw his dad completely nude and his nine inch dick with its glistening, purple head slowly being stroked by his father's hands. Without his dad being aware of him he slowly put his hand down his pants and slowly started to jack himself off in rhythm to his father. As his father speed up he speed up and they ended up shooting their hot, sticky wads of cum all over the place. James realized that his father was getting up to wash off, and then he quickly went up to his room to strip and jump in bed so if his father checked it would seem like he had been there. The next morning James got up to eat some breakfast and he saw his dad in just a pair of boxers and an old shirt just like every morning only this morning James's cock jumped and quickly became hard at the thought of that purple head he saw last night. His dad realized that something was bothering him.
"What's wrong my boy?" asked his father.
"Nothing dad." "Do you remember when we were able to tell each other anything?" asked James
"We're still like that son, nothing has changed." replied his father
"Well, okay then I have something to ask you." "Have you ever had gay sex of any kind?" asked James nervously.
