"Okay Matt, we need to get paint and some plywood for our project this weekend," Travis, Matt's dad, said. He looked over to the passenger seat.
"Son, are you even listening?"
Matt rolled his eyes, closing Twitter and setting his phone in his lap.
"Yeah, whatever," he said. Matt would have much preferred to go along with his friends to their lake house this weekend, but his dad was insistent they spend some father-son time together.
Travis pulled the car into the parking lot and the two men entered the store. Travis led the way as Matt followed a few feet behind, clearly disinterested. He checked his phone again to see no new notifications and sighed.
As Travis compared paint swatches, Matt's mind began to wander to last night. Matt had been enjoying his nightly routine of internet porn paired with some new sex toys, including a buttplug. Just as he inserted the plug, his dad burst into the room wearing only his underwear.
Matt was fast enough to cover himself with a blanket before his dad saw anything, but it led to Travis sitting down next to him on the bed and starting a conversation. As his dad recounted a story from work, Matt's eyes naturally explored all he could of Travis' body. Under the sheets, his cock twitched and his hole squeezed around the plug. His dad finished the story and reminded Matt to take out the trash before leaving his son with a desire to explore even more of Travis' body.
Since then, Matt had been unable to focus around his dad.
"Okay, let's go get the wood" Travis said, snapping his son back to reality.
"O...okay," Matt said, but all he could think of was Travis taking his wood.
As they walked to the lumber section, which was in the back of the store, Matt noticed he was seeing fewer and fewer other customers in the surrounding aisles. He took the opportunity to adjust his half-hard cock, but it didn't diminish his arousal.
Once the men reached the plywood in the very back row, it seemed as if the store was entirely deserted. Matt felt his cock hardening once more as his dad bent over to look for something on one of the bottom shelves. That ass was practically in front of his face, just asking to be touched...
"Shit, it's way back there," Travis mumbled. He adjusted his body to reach his arm into the shelf, pointing his ass directly at his son's cock.
Matt was in another world entirely as he watched his own hand reach out and trace a feather light touch along the inside of his dad's thigh. Drunk on the feeling of being so close to the object of his desires, Matt decided now of all times was the time to act.
"Dad..."
"Yes Matt?" Travis extracted himself from the shelf and turned to face his son...who, he then noticed, was stroking his hard meat with his shorts around his ankles.