Although I loved spending time with dad, I had so much college work I was behind on and I chose to stay at mom's for a few weeks to get on top of it. Dad had a lot going on around the tail end of summer anyway so I gave him some space. That being said I occasionally dropped him a message and he would promptly reply, usually short and emotionless messages but it still made my heart skip a beat whenever I saw a new message come in.
I had come to realize that my feelings for the bearish hunk were not just superficial or sexual, I really adored him.
I found myself comparing everyone to my dad. When walking down the street I'd analyse other men. They usually weren't tough like my dad. They didn't speak like him or have his strong facial features, his beard, or body hair, nor his confident stance. In fact they were very much lacking in testosterone. I felt quite lucky that my dad was such a man's man.
I started working out a bit more, trying to put on some muscle, determined to make my dad proud or at the very least I wanted to live up to his expectations.
In September dad messaged to say he was going for a late afternoon drive and could pick me up on route. We hadn't seen each other in a few weeks so I said yes. "Where we going?" I asked. He didnt respond but he pulled up outside mom's several minutes later. I saw him in the drivers seat in a green polo shirt. His thick, hairy bicep looked flexed as his arm was rested against the window. I smiled at him through the window and he reciprocated in his usual understated way.
I got in and tried to go in for a hug but he started driving right away so I settled for patting him on the arm.
He seemed elated about seeing me though and asked me how I was doing and how college work was going, focusing more attention on me than the road! When we got through the niceties I asked where we were going and he said he was thinking about heading to the coast for a coffee and walk on the beach. I was up for that.
When we parked up near the bay, we got out and dad gave me a big bear hug then patted me on the back, gesturing to walk towards the little coffee place near the beach.
We got the coffees to go. It was so mild outside, the tail end of summer. It was a particularly balmy day. As soon as setting foot on the beach, dad asked me to hold his coffee and when I did, he stopped in his tracks and started untying his shoes, then removed them and his socks, left them there and walked barefoot on the sand. It seemed like a good idea so I handed him the coffees so I could do the same.
It felt a bit like being on vacation again. Perhaps not as exotic and not as hot weather, but still, it was nice to share an intimate moment with him as we strolled along together. There were one or two dog walkers and a few couples across the entire beach but otherwise it was quiet. Just the sound of the gentle tide as the sun began to set.
We sat on the sand for a while and just shot the breeze, talked about football, news and college and dad told me a bit about work. I watched his toes twitch and how he scratched one foot with the other. Even something so simple was turning me on. It reminded me of laying on the sun loungers in Mexico, which also made me think about being naked in the hotel room with him. As it was getting late, dad asked if I wanted to stay the night at his. I was in two minds, as I hadnt planned on this, I didnt have my pyjamas or anything. However it had been a while since I had last spent time with him and I really wanted to, so I rang my mom and told her Id be back tomorrow.
Then we went back to get our shoes and dad drove us back to his house.
I reminded dad that I didnt have any pyjamas or fresh clothes for tomorrow and he said I could maybe borrow some of his.
It made me feel tingly when he said that. I sometimes forgot that he was just my dad, and sharing clothes is probably quite normal amongst family members but I was not used to this.
When we got in he turned the tv on for me in the living room and invited me to sit and put my feet up. He disappeared for a moment then came back with a pyjama set under his arm. He placed it on my legs and said "try these for size". I thanked him and got up to try them. He stood there by the couch and showed no sign of leaving. I hadnt been naked in front of him since our vacation, I felt a bit weird about stripping now but I also didn't want to seem like a prude so I committed, undid my belt and pulled down my shorts and socks, then shirt and finally my boxers. I didnt have the nerve to look at my dad in the eye while I was naked but I felt like his eyes were on me. It felt like a thrill! I had forgotten how good it made me feel to be an exhibitionist. My penis stirred a little from the attention!
I went to put the pyjama bottoms on but I hesitated when my dad cleared his throat. I faced him, suddenly feeling conscious of my nakedness, and he asked "can I get you a coffee or something?". I said "yeah decaf please". Dads lips were parted and slightly raised at the corners like he was suppressing a smile or resisting the urge to tell an off coloured joke. I felt his eyes taking me in, as I hesitantly stepped into the pyjama trousers, and he swiveled on the spot and left the room by the time I had pulled them up. Just that interaction left my heart racing. I had forgotten what it was like, showing myself to dad.
As expected the pyjamas were about 2 sizes too big and very baggy, but I didnt care. I sniffed the arm and wondered if these were actually a clean pair or if he had already worn them. I definitely got his scent from it, and it gave me that tingly feeling again.
Dad called me a couple of minutes later to come get my coffee and to bring my clothes. I went into the kitchen and dad was loading up the washing machine. He was shirtless, trouserless and taking off his socks to throw in. Nearly naked besides his navy-blue briefs. When he stood up, besides his impressive bulge stretching out the front, I noticed the hair around his naval was trimmed, particularly around the waistband of his briefs. "You want to put your stuff in for a quick wash?" He asked. I nodded and handed him my clothes after emptying my pockets. He took a look at my pyjamas and said "they look a big loose on you!" And he pinched the side of the trousers and suddenly yanked them down! When I say that, I mean he pulled them down far enough that the top half of my penis was in view. "Heyy!!" I said as I scrambled to pull them back up but he just chuckled cheekily as he started to throw my stuff in the machine. I dont know what came over me, but in that moment while stood behind him as he was bending over I saw an opportunity, I grabbed his briefs by the waistband and yanked them down to beneath his butt, exposing his beautiful pale cheeks. "You little shit" he scoffed and he extended his arm to grab me but I moved back. I noticed that he didnt immediately pull his briefs back up but finished up setting the washing machine with his bare ass out still. I was hoping to see his testicles but I hadnt succeeded in pulling the briefs down far enough. "I aint got any other clean pyjamas" he muttered as he set the laundry to go then he finally pulled his briefs back up. I was surprised to hear that, as it looked like he had put pyjamas in the wash just now. "Oh I dont mind about having pyjamas, you can wear these, thats fine" I said, thinking I could just wear what I was wearing earlier. Dad shrugged and said "then what YOU gonna wear?". Then I just realized all my clothes were now soaking. Duh! I rolled my eyes "oh" I exclaimed defeatedly.
"Dont worry about it, I dont need 'em. "I usually just wear my undies" he paused "well apart from when I have guests!" He added and looked me in the eye as if to expect a reaction.
While any of these things might seem perfectly innocent, perhaps because of my own secret attraction, I was reading into everything as if they were subliminal signals.
Dad ordered pizzas and we sat in the living room watching tv. Except I was more interested in dads crotch. With his feet up, his legs were pushing his package upwards, making his bulge even more vivid, and the pouch opening revealed a sliver of skin, I could make out some small fordyce bumps but I couldn't tell whether it was the side of his dick or if he had shaved his balls.
The doorbell rang and dad got to his feet and went to answer. "Dont you want me to..." I wasnt able to finish my sentence as dad rushed out to the hallway. I heard the door open and thought how crazy it was that dad would confidently open the door to a total stranger in his briefs.
I got up and poked my head in the hallway only to see dad at the open door, unashamedly letting the delivery guy (and possibly neighbours) see his bulging briefs.
We ate pizza in front of the tv and I couldn't help but love how it felt just sharing pizza with my near-naked dad. Perhaps it was because of how absent he had been all those years, maybe I thought Id never have a dad, and here we were, bonding, and totally comfortable with each other. We washed the pizza down with beers and both burped in harmony.
Dad went to chink our beer bottles together and did it with such aggression I wondered if he was trying to get me to spill some on my pyjamas. That put a thought in my head. It was stupid, reckless, insane, but I knew I wanted to try it. I went to the fridge to get us both bottles, I chewed on the thought for a moment, almost chickened out but I shook mine a little bit. When I opened it, it overflowed, poured on the counter top and onto my pyjama bottoms.
"Ah shit!" I cried out so dad would hear. "Did you shake the bottle?" I asked convincingly.
I heard dads footsteps as he stomped over. "Oh you didnt get any on you did you?". I turned to face him and showed him the wet patch. I laughed it off "cant make this up!" I said. "Now what can I wear?".
Dad took a sponge and dried up the counter then told me to put the pyjamas in the laundry basket upstairs and get a pair of shorts from his bedroom. As I turned he said "...or just grab some underpants, its only for a night".
Id been lounging in my own underwear with him before but this was the first time he offered to let me wear a pair of his! I took that offer, after all it was exactly what I had hoped for.
I headed upstairs naked and rummaged through his drawers but I heard footsteps from the staircase. Dad appeared in his doorway and asked "found a pair?". My heart was racing again, seeing as I was totally naked and going through dads briefs drawer.
"Just looking if you got any that will fit". Dad came over, he was right besides me and he looked in the drawer for me, pulling one pair of briefs out at a time, unfolding them to see their size.
"I think these ones have shrunk a bit, you can try them" he remarked as he unfolded a rather worn pair of white y-fronts and held them out in front of my crotch. His hands were mere inches away from my genital region. Then he slipped his thumbs and forefingers in the waistband and stretched the briefs open and held them there, waiting for me to step in. Yes, he was offering to put them on me. I felt a rush of adrenaline and arousal. I lifted my leg and slipped my toes into the opening, then did the same with the other foot, and then my dad slid the briefs up my legs and over my crotch. His thumbs stroked my crotch region as he did this, which caused my penis to twitch! I didnt quite know what to say, I found the situation slightly humorous and a little uncomfortable. But the tingling feeling came back, I felt so aroused. "Thats a good fit" dad said, and then he cupped my bulge with his hand and said "I always liked how these are made to fit comfortably around your bits". I felt like I could have leaped out of my skin. Surely THIS isn't what fathers do to sons. Dad was smiling, was he just joking around? Was it horseplay? I decided to reciprocate, I held out my hand, and reluctantly I planted it against his bulge, wrapped my fingers around it and said "yeah I see..."
I felt myself gulp, almost choke as I said it. I let go again immediately. I thought I should leave, or make up an excuse, my brain went into panic mode, maybe I took it too far. But then dad grinned and growled and I saw his big hand come towards my face. I closed my eyes and felt his big fingers against my ear, wrapped around the side of my head, pulling me towards him. I found my head against his hairy shoulder and his arms wrapped around me. He was...hugging me?
In his gravelly voice he grunted "I just realized I didnt give you one of these earlier!"
I was nearly speechless "thats..okay.." I whimpered as the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.
"Well it's great to see you again my boy" he replied as he grabbed me by the shoulders and I felt the bristles of his beard as he kissed my forehead! He had never done that before ... I couldnt stop smiling, although I was a bit shaken up by everything. Was he really oblivious to my attraction to him? Or was he trying to stop it getting out of hand? Or was he trying to be romantic? I had so many questions that I couldn't ask.
All I knew is that I had a powerful erection growing quickly in my (or rather, HIS) briefs and I could not let him see it. I had to divert attention from it or buy myself enough time to get it down.
I had to defuse any arousal from the situation, so what I did was I tickled dad's sides, under his armpits. It caught him off guard but only for a second and he laughed and said "oh sorry, too sappy?" But I didnt realize I had invoked dads more playful nature, and all of a sudden he slipped his hands beneath my armpits and lifted me up off my feet. I couldnt form a word in the moment, as my panic levels were off the charts. He was so strong, he lifted me up and before I knew it, he was holding me by the legs, dangling me over his broad shoulder and my erection was pressed up against said shoulder while my head was upside down looking at his lower back and butt. He must have seen that I was pitching a tent when he picked me up and if not, I knew he must be feeling my boner prodding him near the armpit. I was beyond nervous but I played along "ahhh put me down" I yelped and I swung my arms and thumped his backside. Dad just laughed heartily and taunted "what you gonna do about it?"
Against my better judgement, but knowing it was the only thing I could do, I reached down and yanked dads briefs down again. But then I felt him yank mine too, and he pulled harder but my hard cock was pinning them in place, and if anything this interaction just made it all the more stiff. There was no hiding it now, so I ran my toes down dads belly and when I touched the waistband of his briefs, I used my feet to push them down at the front. I only managed to push them down a couple of inches but then my toes made contact with something firm. I immediately realized it was dad's dick. I wiggled my toes against it and it confirmed that he was erect too! I felt it, hard and warm against my toes!
"Getting a good feel are you?" His voice boomed.
I meekly said "I didnt know what it was".
To which he bluntly replied "Same thing you've got". I didnt reply. I had no idea what to say. Dad put his hand on my bare bottom and another on my back and gently lowered me back to my feet. The first thing I saw was his erection pointing downwards, its base exposed but its top half covered by the partly pulled-down briefs. Then I looked at my own, which was still fully covered but pointing upwards and fully stiff!
"You alright?" Dad asked. I nodded with uncertainty, partly ashamed but also very curious as to what was going through dad's mind. There was no time to be coy, I had to be direct. "So what is that about?" I questioned him as I briefly pointed at his crotch. "Dont ask me! You are the one who was touching it with your feet!" he grunted. Then of course he turned it back on me: "what is THAT about?" He gestured at my crotch. He didnt seem angry, but obstinant, definitely did not want to be held responsible for anything that happened here. I haphazardly pulled my briefs up from the back to slightly minimize how obscene my bulge looked. "I dunno, sorry, it just happened". Dad seemed unconvinced but then again he was notoriously difficult to read.
He nervously flexed his toes against the carpet then pulled up his briefs like I had, except his penis was already shrinking back to a flaccid state.
"Must be something in the beer" he scoffed and he forced a smile "or maybe I hugged you too tight!" he added gently. I grinned uncertaintly but inside I was dying.
"Right, I'll finish clearing up downstairs, see you down in a minute?" He asked. "Y-yeah..." I stuttered.
It was only then that I felt the need to wipe my forehead, I had beads of sweat and I was so intimidated that I hadn't even realized. I probably blushed too when dad confronted me about my erection. Maybe that is why he tried to diffuse it by blaming the beer or his hug. By now he must have known my true feelings. But I needed to know what caused him to get hard. Maybe it was only a semi, but I could have sworn it was already firm when I first made contact with it. I had no more answers, only more damn questions! But for now I just needed to block all the embarrassment out of my mind and psyche myself up for rejoining him downstairs. I was so very confused. When I finally got the courage, it was as if all was forgotten. Like the closing of a book. Dad asked if I wanted some herbal tea or a fruit juice, and we watched tv and not once did either of us mention what had occurred upstairs. But I continued to gaze at his bulge in his briefs. Somehow it seemed different now. Like at any point maybe I could see it grow again. Maybe just maybe he would let it grow for me.
