"You're 18 now, son," said John's dad. "How about we get you your first legal beer."
"Sure, dad. It may be my first legal one, but you do know I've had beer before, right?"
"Of course, but I want to get drunk with my best boy, now that he's allowed to."
It was a warm night and both were wearing only underwear and no t-shirts.
Eric opened a Budweiser and handed it to his son. John took the frosty drink and took a deep swig. As the teen put his head back and drank, Eric glanced downward and noticed a bulge in his son's underwear. Hmmm, he's developing nicely, Eric thought. Just like his old man.
"Mmm. Nice and cold," John swallowed.
"Eric opened his own beer and chugged about half of it and placed the bottle onto the kitchen counter."
Eric and his teenaged son drank two beers in the kitchen and then took another two into the living room.
After the third, John was beginning to slur his speech a little.
"Sss niccceee to drink with you, Dad"
Eric looked over at his son and realized the slight bulge he'd noticed in the boy's undies earlier had grown considerably.
"It's nice to drink with you, too, John."
John suddenly noticed the hard-on he was developing and placed his free hand over it.
"No need to be shy, son," said Eric as he moved the boy's hand away from his crotch.
"But, dad..."
"Never mind that. No one's home, let's see what you're packin' down there boy."
John's smooth white cheeks suddenly became bright red.
"C'mon," Eric egged him on. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
John took another big swig of his beer, finished it, and opened another that had been sitting on the coffee table. He took a giant gulp of that, let out a long resonating burp and put his hands to the waistband of his underwear.
"No. Stand up and do it," Eric said.
John was sufficiently drunk now that he didn't care anymore. He stood up, stumbled a little to the right, steadied himself and pulled down his underwear.
Eric gazed upon the teen's package.
John's penis was semi-hard. It was hanging down and out a little over his balls. He had a large bushy mound of pubic hair above his cock, but only a few scraggly hairs on his tight balls. They were tight despite the heat in the room, which must have been in the mid-90s.
True to his word, Eric pulled his own underwear down revealing his hairy, semi-erect cock. He handled it a little, stretching it and pulling his balls out from under his legs.
As he did this, John's semi-hard penis started to stiffen up.
"Hmm," said Eric. "Looks like he's starting to wake up."
John's face reddened again and then more still as his 18-year-old cock, seemingly with a mind of its own, rose to salute the his father. Fully embarrassed now, despite the alcohol, John covered his boner with his hands, pressing it into his belly.
"Sit down, here, boy," said Eric, patting the seat beside him. As he sat down, Eric took a blanket from the back of the sofa and covered the boy's privates. "There, a little less embarrassed now?"
John said nothing. He drank some more beer and so did Eric. The teen's boner retracted.
"I'm getting a little cold," said Eric. "Mind if I join you under there?"
Eric lifted the blanket, moved closer to his son, so their thighs were touching, and covered himself up. He put his hand on his son's leg under the covers and said:
