Direct continuation from Ch. 02. The usual gay incest disclaimers apply here. Please don't read if you aren't ok with father/son action. Otherwise, enjoy!
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Putting together a plan to hook up with your own father in a natural progression was proving harder than I thought.
For one, I couldn't think of any example of him displaying an interest in bisexuality. The guy was straight through and through. Liked the hot celebrity girls, still hooked up with women on business trips, etc. The guy liked tits.
Then again, had I ever been interested in men before now? I was wondering what triggered that sexual awakening. Maybe it was the sudden role reversal, or a man forcing me into a situation that my conscious mind would have normally ignored. Being interested in men was something my brain had never considered an option before, like it was a hard boundary for me.
Regardless, I wasn't a psychologist and I probably wasn't going to figure this out myself.
With how open father was about his body, there was definitely still opportunity here. I just needed to find the right opening... ok, that could have been phrased better.
I found a job at the local coffee shop after a few weeks of handing out resumes. Nothing glamorous, sure, but it brought in cash. Dad was generous enough to let me live at home for free, while any activities outside of that would be funded by my own bank account. It's a deal that worked for me. He acted like doing this would help me move out sooner, but I didn't bother mentioning how staying closer to him would make me a lot happier.
He had a mini-business trip over the next weekend and I missed him. That boxer bulge kept my attention more than I cared to admit, and just having someone around to joke and hang out with was something I was getting used to.
I sent him a few texts and smiled every time I got a reply. He seemed confused at how lonely I was; wasn't I used to his absence by now? But then he fell into the groove of conversation as well, and we had a regular thing going at all times.
A thing? Is this what I wanted with my own father? I needed to get out.
My friends were still around for the summer months, but they had other schedules to attend to. They were all busying themselves with college prep, buying what they needed and planning out their first year of courses. They would periodically leave for orientation, telling me tales about the hot girls they met in the short time they were there.
The people I met at work didn't offer much in the way of friendship, most making it clear they were just here to work. So I started chatting up the customers, especially the regulars.
I had a brief period where I considered hitting on the cute guys that walked in. Discovering your sexuality urges you on to explore, but none of them were striking that itch for me. I could acknowledge them as attractive, but all the guys my age were too young looking. They looked juvenile and didn't have the look an older man with years of wisdom has in his eyes.
I needed someone older and gruff, like father. Great, now I have an old-man fetish. You've definitely discovered a little too much when your own fetishes start creeping you out.
Dad returned from his trip and life returned to normal. He said he missed me while he was out. Missed hanging out with me. I felt a little warmer after that.
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Now was the time to put some plans into motion.
Father's office was on the first floor with a little bit of hallway to walk down before entering. The floorboards at the beginning of the hallway always creak when you step on them. Dad's computer monitor faced away from the door, and I'd used some common sense awhile back to conclude that this was all a perfect setup to avoid anyone catching him jacking off. The frantic clicking when I entered his office on occasion all but confirmed it.
So when he was on his vacation, I tested all the floorboards and learned a way to walk just right to not elicit a sound. Stealth was the name of the game today, and it was just a matter of catching him in the act.
I thought back to the times I've caught him quickly trying to close up shop when I entered the office. Right after he got home from work seemed to be the prime time for him, so I was ready to try this strategy out.
A normal day went by and I got back from work early. I went to my room and pretended to be busy when he got back. Just chilling in my boxers, getting into the trend Dad had set. A few minutes after I heard the office door open and close, and I sprang into action.
I nimbly avoided all the squeaky floorboards as I walked down the hall. Dad definitely had a good setup since this was not easy to avoid.
Then I was at the office door, my hand resting softly in the brass handle. The only way to pull this off was to get in as quickly as possible, before he had time to react or exit anything.
1... 2... 3!
I burst in, walking quickly with a smile on my face. "Hey Dad, have some good news! I-"
Perfect. He was just in the middle of what I'd hoped.
In the few seconds after I entered, I closed the gap to the side of his desk. While he was reaching for his mouse with fear in his eyes, I could already see the busty MILF porn playing, muted for stealth on his own part.
Even better was his mammoth cock at full erection, still sticking out of the slit at the top of his boxers. I had caught him so off guard that he was trying to exit the porn and zip up his pants at the same time, and it was not going well for him, to say the least. The rest of his body was barren, sticking with his boxer-only policy as usual.
"Oh god, um, hey Brandon." He accidentally clicked a button to expand the window instead of minimize. I couldn't help but giggle. "This is, eh, awkward."
"So, it looks like you're into-" I looked a bit more closely at the screen. "-MILFs taking it up the ass? At least they're doing a pretty good job of it."
"Um, yeah... I guess." Was Dad blushing? I couldn't help but smirk. I was so evil, but loving this way too much. "Maybe we should instill a knocking habit around the house."
"True. Or we could just bond like father and son."
"Huh?"
I pulled up a chair from the corner of the room and sat down next to him. "I'm into this stuff as well. And you've made it clear you enjoy walking around in your briefs and having your cock out, so let's just bond over some good ol' fashion fapping. Hanging out, watching some MILF's get destroyed by huge dicks."
"Hey, wow, uh." Dad was really struggling to come up words. "This might be a bit much, buddy."
"Aren't you the one who wants to be more open-minded and free-spirited? This is a perfect opportunity!"
I had him there. That was the doctrine he lived by, and I saw him failing to come up with a counter-argument.
Before he could further object, I reached into the slit on the front of my boxers and brought out my own manhood. It was standing at it's prideful eight inches, very erect and rigid, inheriting some attributes from the cock standing aside it.
Dad eyeballed it for a moment in disbelief, more-so that I was actually doing this rather than the size of the cock. But I mean come on, I was trying to contend with an eleven-incher; let's not pretend like my eight is small.
"So? Want to press play? Oh, and turn on the volume since we don't need to hide this anymore." I said with a smirk and satisfaction that this was working.
"Yeah, sure, I don't see why not..." he mumbled, then turned back to the porn. A moment later the sounds of a woman in heat filled the office, the video proceeding to tell her tale of taking it up the ass like a professional.
Despite all my Dad obsessions lately, I had to admit this stuff still turned me on. My cock was erect from watching his, but this video at least assisted with bring it to 'throbbing and ready to burst in seconds' status. So I stroked slowly at first, careful at not being the first out of the race.
Dad hesitated, then eventually brought himself to start masturbating once more. He did it like I expected, wrapping one hand around the shaft towards the base and another hand just above that. His hands were a bit larger than mine and able to reach around the full girth. It was so satisfying to watch him pleasure himself for the first time, barechested and just in his boxers like me.
He began to pump himself slowly at first, his face neutral and stoic. Doing this in front of his son was definitely giving him conflicting feelings at the moment, but he picked up speed and slumped back into his chair after a few minutes.
The scene was heating up on screen, despite that not being my current focus. I was stroking my own sizeable erection, content with just one hand at the moment. Precum dribbled out the tip and I smeared some down the underside as it appeared. Dad seemed to notice this, but didn't comment.
"Uhnn... Fuck..." He grunted, really picking up the pace now, his firm grip tightening and loosening in rhythm as he pumped up and down. Precum dribbled from the large slit on top and I couldn't help but lick my lips as I watched.
His arm muscles bulged a bit as he got to work, really going to town on himself as started to pant. Shuddering deep breaths, eyes fluttering as the waves of pleasure began to wash over him. Oh yes Daddy, pump that cock.
Then came the finale. Not of the porn, mind you. Of the real show.
Dad grunted loud, his eyes rolling back and hands flying off the joystick as he unleashed a torrent of cum. I hadn't realized how much he would unload since it had all been inside me previously, but it was a lot. It shot up his chest, landing on his pecs with a few drops on his nipples, several ropes landing next to them. His cock throbbed and exploded several times, shaking as his balls sunk in. I loved the way the cum stuck in his chest hair and blended with the dark forest, running down in a slow dribble.
Fuck. Just watching his expression of pure ecstasy and his body shake and arch was too much for me. I came moments after, deciding to make a mess of my own chest as well as I shot upwards. It landed and I smiled at the warm sensation hitting my abs, wishing it was father's instead.
"Wow. That was hot." I said with a laugh, trying to make this more casual.
"Yeah! Man, what a rush." He agreed! And he even smiled, although he didn't look at me in my cum-covered state.
