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."