Caught Dad

BONDING TIME

Part 1: Caught Dad in the Family Room

Author: Shady Peaches

THURSDAY, January 12th

I awoke naked, sweating, and panicked from a night terror.

The loud screams from the family room caused my bad dream, but why was someone screaming at 2AM? I listened closer to decipher the noise. It wasn't screaming, I heard; it was moaning. Even though my mom left us months ago, my dad wasn't the type to have some woman over in the middle of the night. Likewise, I would be astounded if he was fucking her in the living room on a school night. Listening more carefully, I realized the moaning wasn't real. It was porn, the exaggerated screeching women made while getting fucked on camera. I always wondered, did women moan like that in real life or if it's just a fantasy for straight men to get their rocks off?

I tried to fall asleep, but the house's temperature was unbearable. So I laid there, naked, sweating, and uncovered, forced to listen to the moaning woman. We lived in South Carolina, so it didn't get cold here often, but when it did, my dad cranked the heat to a hellish degree. I wanted to jump up and turn down the thermostat, but two things held me back, my dad catching me and my raging boner. The thought of walking out and my dad seeing a boner in my underwear would be mortifying.

Last year, we had to take sex ed in school, which taught us all about the occasional erections we would have, but I must have more hormones than the typical 18-year-old boy because mine were constant and throbbed aggressively. The musky locker room odor from my sweat-soaked sheets made it even worse. Playing on my high school's soccer team--GO KNIGHTS!--I learned that nothing turned me on more than the scents of a boy's locker room. My teammates on display helped, even if I tried to not stare, but it was the smells of the sweaty bodies that filled my lustful thoughts.

FUCK! I thought.

I needed to think about something else, so my cock stopped throbbing. But the piercing sound of the porn in the background wasn't helping. It wasn't the constant screeching of the woman that bothered me, but the deep grunts of the man as he fucked her and the rhythmic slapping of their bodies together.

"Uhhhh Uhhhh Uhhhhhhhh FUCK Uhhhhh."

I closed my eyes and forced my thoughts elsewhere, focusing not on the sex but on the test I had tomorrow--which worked like a charm. My boner softened immediately. I peeled myself from my sweat-soaked sheets, found a pair of underwear, and slid them on. They glided over my perky bottom with no problem but caught on my sweaty balls and the remains of my morning wood. I flopped my semi-hard cock and balls in their pouch and checked to ensure I wasn't too stiff to leave my room.

I squeezed my pouch, checking the size of my bulge, it still felt inflated, but I wasn't pitching a tent, so I was safe...ish. I grabbed a pair of old socks from soccer practice on the floor and slipped them over my size 11 feet. Growing up in a house with hardwood floors, I learned it was much easier to sneak around with socks covering my big feet.

I quietly went to the door, gently twisted the doorknob, and slowly opened my bedroom door. I peeked out the crack, and the sound of porn increased to near-deafening levels. My father didn't have the best hearing. We just celebrated his 44th birthday a few weeks ago, and he refused to acknowledge his hearing--well, lack of hearing--so his solution was to turn the TV up to deafening levels. Sticking my head out into the hallway, my father was nowhere to be seen.

I tip-toed out of my room into the hallway, found the thermostat, and just like I suspected, it was at 74 degrees.

Why would anyone pay for their house to be above 70 degrees, I thought.

Since I'm immature--and petty--I grinned as I set it to 69 out of spite. The heat kicked off, and the cool sweet sensation of cold air poured from the hallway vent down my sweaty back and over my tight briefs. I breathed a sigh of relief as I stood there momentarily, basking in the AC and listening to the intense screams of pleasure from the TV.

He must be hung like a horse to make her scream like that. I shook my head.

My curiosity got the best of me, and with light feet, I crept toward the family room. I did my best to stealthily avoid the creaks in the floorboards and peek around the corner. The lights were off, but the living room was made bright from the glow of the television and filled with the sounds of a skinny, big-breasted blonde chick getting plowed from behind by one guy and gagging on another. The muscular, hairy guy throat fucking the woman on TV held my attention, and my boner returned as I wished he was shoving that massive nine-inch cock in my mouth.

I stood in the hallway, salivating as I watched. My cock hardened, filling any available space left in my briefs, and my hand drifted toward my pouch.

Snap out of it! I thought

Before I lost myself in the moment, I tore my eyes from the screen and searched for my father. From my vantage point, I could see the TV against the wall but had to look around the wall further to see the couch. As I leaned forward, I took another step, and--of course--it made the creaking sound I was trying so hard to avoid. My eyes instinctually went to my foot, silently cursing my misstep. When I glanced back up at the couch, my eyes locked with my father--my very naked father

I froze!

Chills shot through my body. I felt like a child, getting caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

"Did you turn on the AC?" He asked so casually.

My brain became wet scrambled eggs, "Uhh..uh...yea, I woke up from a bad dream sweating." I said, stuttering.

He gave a fatherly smirk, "I remember when you were little when you used to have bad dreams. You would come running into my bed. Remember that?"

Rolling my eyes, "That was years ago, Dad!"

"Yeah, I guess you're all grown up now," dad said, sounding almost disappointed that his son was now eighteen and not the little boy who ran to him in the middle of the night after a bad dream.

The mixed sounds of moaning and gagging made the awkward pause in conversation an even more uncomfortable situation. "Okay, well, I'm gonna head back to sleep."

"It's okay big guy, you don't need to rush off so fast just because of this," Dad glanced down at his hard cock resting on his stomach and then patted our old plaid couch with his big manly hand. "Come sit next to me...like you used to after a bad dream."

Dozens of questions flashed through my mind.

Why did my dad want me to watch porn with him?

Was it weird for a gay son and his straight dad to watch porn together?

Why was my dad suddenly so okay with me seeing him naked?

Why was my body betraying me and my boner growing?

Why did my dad look so hot to me all of a sudden?

And why the fuck did I salivate at the sight of my dad's erection?

My mind raced with every possible outcome and every possible answer, and the more I questioned, the more my heart pounded. I had to decide before my growing boner became too obvious, either go sit down or run back to my room.

"Are you sure you don't want me to give you some space?" I asked, sounding like an idiot.

"What? We're both guys, right? And you're old enough now." He seemed to shrug off my obvious concerns like a salesman trying to sell me a seat next to my naked father.

I sighed in defeat, "Umm...yeah...okay...sure." Trying my best to not make my attraction to my father obvious.

I started the journey to the couch, trying not to stare at my dad's privates while my hands crossed my groin, concealing mine the best I could--but it was difficult not to stare.

It was just... RIGHT THERE! I couldn't believe I was staring at the cock that made me and the balls that produced the semen I came from.

Honestly, I never really thought about my dad's cock. Mine was fine--above average and uncut, so I assumed he was the same or at least similar. Boy, was I wrong. It must have been at least eight inches--eight inches of rock-hard, dripping temptation. He was cut and about an inch longer than mine but similar in girth--if I do say so myself. His hairy balls fit his rod perfectly, like two ping-pong balls that hung so low they rested on the couch cushion.

My dad gave the spot beside him another pat. I eyed the space, knowing there was not enough room to sit down without touching him. When I sat down, I made myself smaller, doing my best not to make too much contact, but the space I didn't occupy, he immediately took, spreading his legs further. Forcing his meaty thigh into mine. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him. The stench of beer leaked from his pores, confirming my assumption that he was drunk. The number of empty bottles on the coffee table confirmed that he wasn't just drunk; he was very drunk.

Another scent lurked beneath the odor of cheap beer, one that made my cock stir, the intoxicating aroma of a grown man's hairy pits. It had to have been nearly twenty-four hours since he put on deodorant, and it wasn't strong enough to battle my dad's odor. His raised arm filled my nostrils, putting me back in the boy's locker room and sparking feelings I'd never had for my father.

Fuck he smells so good, I thought, drinking in his scent even more. The tip of my cock oozed a rather heavy dose of precum as I inhaled deeply.

Dad's words slurred slightly when he spoke. "Want a beer?"

"Noooo, Dad..."

"What?! I just thought it might loosen you up a bit. You seem a little stiff," he confessed, rubbing his hand on my shoulder and shaking me a little to loosen me up.

In my peripheral vision, my dad's other hand, mesmerized by the porn, fondled his cock. Something about watching my dad touch himself excited me. My cock throbbed in agreement, excreting a bit more precum with each one, filling the foreskin of my cock, and lubricating the head. It got so bad that it soaked through my briefs, forming a wet spot on the side closest to Dad.

"So...are you a top or a bottom?"

"Dad!? You can't just ask that!" I said, shocked and annoyed.

"What? That not the right term?"

"No... it's the right term. That's just a personal question."

"Well, we're close, right? It's okay. You can open up to your old man. You know I don't judge!"

I couldn't believe we were having this conversation. I didn't know if I could answer it, but I knew something that could give me the courage to answer it. I reached for the nearest beer and took a large gulp before answering, "If you have to know...I'm not really sure just yet. I'd like to try both, but to be honest, I probably lean more towards being a...bottom."

"Good for you, son. It doesn't really surprise me. You got your mother's ass."

"Dear god, Dad! Gross!"

"What!? You've become a handsome young man. Any guy would be lucky to get you in bed." He nodded toward the porn on the TV, "What about those guys? Do you like them?"

My focus moved away from slyly watching my dad stroke and looking at the TV screen. The two guys on either end of the girl leaned toward each other and began to kiss as they fucked the woman from both ends.

Was my dad watching bisexual porn? I thought.

I was in shock. I didn't know how to respond. It was like he knew I wasn't paying attention, and at the perfect gay moment in this porn, he shifted my attention to watch these two studs make out. I couldn't lie...I enjoyed it. They were fucking hot! Both with bulging muscles, hard abs, and a pair of enormous cocks, a pair not unlike my father's.

"Oh...umm...yea." I then asked my dad in confused disbelief, "...is this bi-porn?"

"Yeah, I guess it is!" he said, laughing. "It's got a little something for both of us," he teased. "Don't be shy. I used to jerk off with all my buddies in college. Take those briefs off. Stay awhile. Stroke one out with your old man!"

I couldn't believe my ears. Did my dad just ask me to take off my underwear and jerk off with him? Was this a test for his gay son, or did he actually want to 'stroke one out' with me? He sat still, stroking his cock, waiting for me to react, so I did as he instructed. I grabbed the waistband of my white briefs, now soaked with precum, and lifted myself up as I slipped them over my wide, firm bubble butt. As I slid them further down, my boner flung out, made contact with my toned abs, and caused a loud slapping sound. The noise was embarrassing, but then I remembered my dad was drunk and didn't even notice. I leaned back to get comfortable as my undies slid to my ankles.

My cock slid into my hand, leaving a string of precum stretching from my abs to my foreskin. My dad's arm rested behind me on the couch, so when I leaned back, I snuggled into his pit, fitting like a glove. Still triggered by the locker room scent, I followed my dad's strokes up and down.

He grabbed my shoulder once again and gave me a firm squeeze. "There you go, son, glad to see you relax a little," he winked at me as if to signal to let loose and enjoy this father-son bonding moment. I smiled back. I wasn't sure if it was the beer that made me feel warm or the shared moment with my father, but I wasn't afraid any longer. All I wanted to do was enjoy the moment.

I stroked my cock, doing my best to ignore the woman on the screen, watching the guys interact with each other. My cock wouldn't let me focus on the screen; instead, demanding that I stare at the real cock next to me. My dad looked stunning in this light. He had rather pale pink undertones that glowed compared to the olive complexion I got from my Italian mother--I got her Italian ass, too--per my drunken father.

A thick layer of body hair covered his light skin. It blanketed his pecs, stomach, and legs, unlike my more smooth hairless body. I had some hair, a thin, happy trail, and pubes but kept it meticulously trimmed compared to his wild forest. His five o'clock shadow and thick head of straight black hair were well-kept by his standing appointment with his barber every two weeks--a nice fade on the sides to keep up with the cool kids, he joked. My dad was overall very handsome; some would even call him hot. Contrasting light skin and dark hair made his arctic blue eyes pop. The caramel hue to my eyes matched my bronzed skin; I wish I had a dollar for every time someone thought I was Hispanic, but nope, my mom's Italian genes added that golden tint to my skin and the roundness to my hips.

But the most noticeable difference was our size. Playing soccer for most of my life gave me a powerful pair of legs and glutes, cheeks that my teammates loved to jokingly spank after a winning game. Since most of my 160 pounds settled in the lower half of my body, it left my upper body skinny but still toned. Staring at my father, I always wished I would grow to his height and size. He towered over me at 6'2" and 240 pounds of alpha muscle, while I seemed to have settled around 5'9".

I commended his discipline in the gym, staring at him stroking. I wondered if my chest and arms would ever look half as good. He went five or six days a week, always calculating his protein intake and getting a run every now and then around the neighborhood. The women in the area smiled ear to ear when he ran shirtless in the summer, watching his round pecs bounce like Baywatch. It might be cliché, but his body looked comparable to Henry Cavill. Last year leaning into the stereotype, he dressed as Superman for Halloween, not one padded with fake muscles, but one made solely of skin-tight spandex--OH BOY--did he fill it out. Now, thinking about the costume, I saw it through a different lens and could see why the woman drooled over him. I'm sure he was the talk of the neighborhood coupon clubs, walking from house to house, bulging in all the right places.

Getting to see him in all his glory was something I didn't know I was missing. I wasn't just looking. I had the pleasure of being so close to him. His broad shoulders rubbed against me, and his heavy pectorals bounced nearly as much as the woman in the video. His quarter-sized nipples were perfectly proportional and a lovely light shade of pink like his lips. Erect and pointed as they jiggled. I salivated nearly as much as my cock leaked, wanting to lean towards him and bite down hard on his pert nipples while we stroked our cocks, but I worried that would ruin everything.

I controlled my horny teenage urges for my father and settled for being snuggled up close to him, rubbing one out. I glanced back at the TV, and the scene had changed again. One guy took complete control of the woman, fucking her hard while he nursed the other guy's cock.

"Fuck, they're hot!" I let out, not thinking.

I looked back at my dad. He pulled on his cock even faster, letting a moan slip out every few strokes. "Fuck yeah! This is a hot scene."

I couldn't believe it. He enjoyed jerking off to a guy gagging on cock. I was in heaven watching him, smelling my dad's musk, and hearing his moans. I had to stop myself from busting my load too quickly and embarrassing myself. Slowing my strokes to a more even pace, adjusting my grip towards the base, away from my sensitive head and foreskin. Dad had a nice mushroom head on top of his thick pole, one he wouldn't stop teasing. His balls bounced up and down as he stroked. His mouth gaped slightly. His eyes glazed over, hypnotized by the porn.

"Looks like you're enjoying that guy getting face fucked," Dad said suggestively.

"How could you tell?"

"Your cock is leaking like a bad faucet; you didn't cum already, did you?"

"Not yet, Dad, but I'm getting close!" My toes curled. It was too soon. Too quick. I didn't want this moment to end.

Stop looking at his cock, I mentally begged. So big. So thick. So...fucking perfect.

"Don't wait for me..."

I gasped, interrupting him, "I'm gonna cum!"

He stared at my cock now and started stroking faster with me. My moaning became uncontrollable, and my father grew louder to match my pleasure. I kept mine soft, but his grew louder, deeper, longer, as if he were asserting dominance over my feminine whimpers with his alpha male grunts.

"Uh uhhh FUCK!" I almost yelled over dad's grunting.

Cum shot out of my uncut cock. The biggest hitting my dad's chest--oh fuck--I quickly redirected. Finishing on my chest and abs, it dripped down the ridges of my chest and six-pack, glistening in the dim light. /it was the biggest load I've ever shot. I was proud in a weird way because my dad was witness to another one of his son's big accomplishments.

"YEAH! That's my boy! Shoot that load! Damn, that's a lot of cum," he said proudly.

My father's stroking changed. His body tensed. His forearm tightened. The arm still wrapped around me pulled me closer. I allowed him to pull me closer. My head nestled in the middle of his chest, aligned perfectly with his cock. I started into the eye of his monster cock, waiting for its eruption. My mouth was slightly open, hoping my dad would just grab the back of my head, force his cock between my lips, and start face fucking me like the guy in the porn.

His deep manly voice rang out, "OH...OH...FUCK SON!!"

The first shot of cum hit me right in the forehead. I jolted, not expecting his cum to have so much force. The second shot landed on my cheek, spilling the rest on his stomach. I was almost disappointed none shot in my mouth, but his cum dripped down my cheek, pooling into my dimples and over my lips. The salty yet sweet taste of my father's cum was delicious.

He breathed a sigh of relief as his body relaxed into the couch. His arm released me from his death grip and removed it from around my shoulder.

In the minutes after, we didn't say anything. We just sat there with our arms at our sides, letting the post-nut clarity set in as we realized what had happened. The porn continued in the background, but now one of the guys was on all fours getting plowed from behind while his face was deep in the girl's pussy. This wasn't good for my boner.