It was a cold Alaskan night when the heater went out in Steve and Austin's house. Austin had already asked his father to let him sleep in his bed but Steve said no. Steve had said no because he didn't want his son to know that he wanted him and he remembered the tent that appeared in his boxers when Austin asked to sleep together. About an hour later Austin came into the room and asked if he could sleep in the bed because he was starting to lose feeling in his toes. Steve naturally replied because his son's well-being was more important than a few sexual desires. After Austin had slid into bed with him Steve closed his eyes and started to slide off to sleep when he felt a pair of hands start to slide down his chest and ever so softly caress his bulge. When he opened his eyes he saw his son doing it and was wondering what the hell he was doing.
"Why are you doing that son?" asked Steve.
"Because you looked cold and I wanted to warm you up," replied Austin innocently.
"Well don't do it anymore, understand," Steve said sternly. Austin never replied because he had already turned his back to him. Steve just shook his head and rolled over on his side. After a few hours passed Steve woke to the feeling of fingers moving around his hips and starting to rub his sack and shaft. In no time his dick started to thicker and harder and he moved slightly to show that he was awake and Austin just kept rubbing.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Steve finally asked.
"Here's the truth, ever since we went swimming and I saw your body and we showered in that big shower I knew I had to have you," replied Austin.