It was early summer. Dry and very hot. Danny had gone to work as usual on his bike, washing and changing in the rest room. Mid morning there was an almighty clap of thunder and the heavens opened. Within minutes the streets were flooded. There was another clap of thunder and the electricity went off. As did all the office equipment. They gave it about half an hour and the electricity was still off. The boss told them to switch everything off and go home.
Danny quickly changed into his riding gear and set off in the driving rain. A lot of the traffic had stopped which helped him as he had his head down most of the way. He arrived home and entered through the garage into the utility room. He was surprised to find that the electricity was still on. He stood in one place so that the water from him didn't travel too far and began to undress and put the clothes into the washing machine. He was down to his underpants when his son Steven walked in. Also sopping wet. He was in his sports gear and had managed to find a bin bag to cover his school uniform and bag. He stopped short on seeing his father.
"Hi, you as well."
Danny nodded. "Yeah. Good idea with the bag, Let's get you out of the wet things."
Steven dropped the bag and began to remove his clothes. Realising that his father was stepping out of his underpants.
"Dad, what you doing."
"What. You've seen me before. Anyway it's not the time for niceties. Just get your gear off."
Steven moved his eyes from his father's crotch and struggled out off his clothes, hesitating at his own underpants. Danny looked him in the eye and held his hand out. Steven blushed, stepped out of his pants and handed them to his father. Turning slightly so as not to show his own twitching cock.
"There, no problem with that. What you blushing about. I'm sure you don't blush in the changing room."
Steven shook his head. "Good, never be embarrassed about your body. Get upstairs and shower, I'll be right behind you."
Danny scooped up the rest of the clothes and put them into the wash machine with some others from the basket. As he lent over to get some powder Steven slapped him on the buttock and made to go upstairs. Danny jumped and caught his head slightly. Playing it up he gave a groan, held his head and dropped onto one knee. Steven stopped in his tracks and turned back.
"Bloody hell pops, you all right."
As he moved closer Danny suddenly sprung up and began to tickle his son on his ribs, knowing that this was his weak spot. Steven let out a yelp, dropped his bag and tried to back away. They collapsed onto the floor, rolling around a bit with Danny finally letting Steven get the better of him. Steven was astride him with tears rolling down his face.
"So that's what you get upto in the changing room, is it."
Gasping for breath he nodded and sat up and backwards slightly. Feeling his father's erection up against own buttocks.
"Jeez, you're a randy old bugger." He reached back and took it in his hand. He realised what he was doing and let go.
"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that."
Danny's hands were on his son's thighs. He gave them a squeeze.
"Hey, no big deal. If that's what you want to do then do it." Stomach churning he flicking a finger over his son's erection. "Like I said, never be embarrassed." Steven hesitated for a moment and stood up.
"I'm going to shower."
Danny nodded. "Ok, I'll be right up."
Steven left and Danny got the machine ready, switched it on and went upstairs. Steven was already out and drying himself, still with an erection. Danny stepped into the shower and had a quick wash. When he stepped out Steven had gone. He picked up a clean towel and dried himself as he made for Steven's room. He was on his stomach on the bed playing a video game. Wearing a pair of pants. Danny slid onto the bed beside him, running a hand over his shoulder.
"You ok." Steven nodded. "You want me to stay". He nodded again. He rubbed his shoulders and moved his hand down his son's back. "You were quite aroused yourself down there. Did you like feeling my cock." Steven gave a splutter and looked at his dad, blushing again. He managed to nod. Danny ran his hand over his buttocks, feeling him tremble.
"I'm not gay you know," Steven spluttered.
Danny brought his hand up and caressed his cheek. "You silly thing. I'm sure you're not. This has nothing to do with being gay. If you must put a label on it we call it being bisexual." He saw a quizzical look on his face.
"It's when you enjoy sex with both men and women. Homosexual is a way of life, the same as straight people."
Steven turned to face his dad. Feeling his erection pushing against his leg. Feeling his own growing.
"You started going with girls yet." He nodded. "And you play around in the changing room." Another nod. "There you are then, nothing to worry about." He pushed him down onto his back, noticing his bulge. He laid his hand on his chest.
"Did you like touching me then." Gently rubbing his hand over his stomach.
Steven nodded. "I did actually," he whispered. "You didn't mind."
"I was a little surprised, but no, I did not mind." "And yes, I am a randy bugger." Steven looked shocked.
