DREW
Drew pulled into the driveway, exhausted after a ten-hour shift working in the hot kitchen of the local pizza place. He was drenched in sweat and chose to stay parked outside his house for a few more minutes, basking in the cool air conditioning and letting his mind wander. Work sucked, it was sweltering and tedious, but it was money, and there was nothing a 19-year-old student like him craved more than money. Well, right after cock, but that was more of a private craving. He was only studying part time, but it was still taking a toll on finances. One advantage of working at a pizza place was the free food - his bosses, an old Italian couple, were very lenient about things like that and had even given him a free box of expired (though edible!) pizza. Expired pizza may not sound that great, but to a 19 year old boy like Drew, free pizza was free pizza.
He took the greasy box from the passenger seat and started chowing down on a slice. He looked up as he was sucking cheese and grease from his fingers to see his father staring at him from the front window. He left the window when Drew saw him and Drew finished the pizza, wondering if his dad wanted to talk about something. He was contemplating a second piece of pizza when a grumble in his stomach let him know that it wasn't a great idea. As the pressure built in his intestines, he lifted his leg to let out a roaring fart. He immediately felt relief and sank back down in his seat, basking in the cool air conditioning and musky ass stench for another minute before heading inside to see his dad, get out of his wet clothes, and get in the shower. He let out a couple more little farts, taking a big whiff before stepping out of the car.
JAMES
James was staring out the window at his son, Drew, eating pizza. He laughed at what a sloppy eater the boy could be, just like his dad, making a greasy mess of his hands as he scarfed down the soggy slice, wiping a trickle of gooey cheese oozing down his mouth with the back of his hand. James' cock throbbed at the image. Drew licked a greasy finger, and James began to swell to full size as his son sucked each finger clean. As Drew looked up at the window James quickly turned away to hide his growing manhood. What was wrong with him? The last few months he had grown incredibly attracted to his son. He was a man now, with a job and a car and a life of his own, financially independent aside from the living arrangements. The thought of his son as a grown man made him proud, sad, and somehow horny as fuck. He tried to make the thoughts go away, but all he could think of was his son out in the driveway, his messy blonde hair plastered to his forehead by sweat, tall and skinny, but with a well-developed muscle tone, and most strikingly, a pair of beautiful blue eyes.
James was shorter, more muscular, and had cropped, graying dirty blonde hair with the same twinkling blue eyes. He had always called him his mini-me growing up, but now he wasn't sure who the mini one was. James couldn't help but wonder if they were similar in more ways. He knew that Drew was uncircumcised, because James was cut and didn't want his son to miss the sexual pleasure of a foreskin when he was older. They saw each other naked now and then, during busy mornings before work or on the rare occasion they went to the beach or gym together. He wondered, though, if they were the same size when hard, or if Drew had a cute hairy asshole like his dad. Thoughts of Drew's dick clearly weren't going away, so James headed to the bathroom to rub one out quickly, before his son came in. He plopped his ass down on the toilet seat, pulled down his pants, and went to town on his thick, six-inch dick, moaning to thoughts of Drew's hard, hooded cock and sweaty ballsack, his bubble butt and the smelly, puckered hole it kept hidden in its innermost region. James was lost in fantasy.
DREW
Drew opened the front door and stepped inside, kicking off his shoes and socks, eager to rinse off his sticky, sweaty body. He figured his dad was still in the living room by the window, but decided he would say hi to him after he got out of the shower. His mind elsewhere, Drew opened the bathroom door and turned the shower on high. He shed his soiled clothing and let out a squeaky little fart before shutting the bathroom door and stepping into the warm, refreshing water. He closed his eyes, opened them, and saw his father sitting on the toilet beside the door, his pants around his ankles, and hunched over as if he was hiding something.
JAMES
James froze when he heard the door open. He had been in another world, fantasizing about Drew, when all of a sudden Drew comes barging in to take a shower. He watched in awe as his fantasies came to life, his son stripping down right before his eyes. He was drenched in sweat, but had been out in his air condtioned car, so it had cooled as evidenced by his goosepimply skin and tight ballsack which looked like a deflated football as his family jewels retreated up near the root of his dick. James had no idea what to do. His erection was still throbbing, and as soon as Drew got a good look at him he would see exactly what he was doing. For now he was partially obscured, in the corner behind the open bathroom door, but then Drew farted, shut the door, and stepped into the shower. James had to think fast. The smell of his son's fart wafted into his nose and his cock throbbed again. That was it! He kneeled over a bit to try to cover his engorged manhood, pushed down, and attempted to squeeze something out of his ass to make it look like he was taking a dump. That was when he met his son's eyes.
