Kevin was home alone. It was exam season and he was meant to be studying, but he was bored out of his mind. In his final year of school, Kevin was a 6'2" guy with a mop of black hair, a bit of scruffy stubble. Normally found in a baggy T and jeans, or shuffling around in joggers when at home, he was a fairly lanky guy that still had that air of teenage angst about him despite being a fully fledged adult. It had been a long study season, with his friends being reclusive trying to achieve the best grades they could. He had had the majority of his exams but had a two week break between his last two.
Kevin had already flicked through the TV listings four times and saw absolutely nothing that took his interest, he couldn't suffer looking at his class notes any longer, and had already been for a long walk to try and pass the day, but it was only noon and he was truly stuck for something to do. "Fuckkkk I'm so fucking bored..." Kevin moaned, not that anyone was there to listen. With the TV on in the background he took out his phone and started scrolling through Instagram looking for some form of entertainment. The algorithm had clearly been tainted by his recent bouts of boredom, with plenty of thirst traps of young hot muscular guys wearing very revealing outfits if anything at all. He of course was drawn into the click bait and began to get aroused before a particular thumbnail caught his eye. It was an older guy, maybe in his 40s, with a salt and pepper beard, a bit of a dad bod, wearing nothing but a pair of bulging briefs. Kevin wasn't normally into guys with that much of an age gap, but there was something about the thick mat of hair covering the chest, stomach, and shoulders of this man, plus the ample bulge that got him really turned on. Kevin clicked on his profile and had a look, getting further and further turned on. Here was this man, old enough to be Kevin's dad, wearing briefs and sporting unkempt thick body hair, totally against what Kevin would normally consider as hot, but he couldn't take his eyes off him. There was a link to his X page in the man's bio which took Kevin to a whole new level of erotic posts. This man was posting photos left right and centre of himself in progressively more revealing and erotic underwear, at fetish events, and even clips from his only fans getting hot and heavy with daddies and thinks alike. Kevin stood up and went to his room, fumbling around in his underwear to relieve himself with what turned out to be one of the quickest wanks of his life. "Fuck..." He thought as he lay there naked on his bed, covered in sweat and cum, "jeez he was hot...".
A few hours passed before Kevin's family started to trickle in. First his brothers home from school, before his dad and then finally his mum. By this point, Kevin had gotten passed his mental boredom block and had returned to studying for his exams, blissfully unaware of his family going about their own routines as he listened to music and tried to focus. Kevin got up to use the bathroom, looking down at his phone as he wandered aimlessly to relieve himself. He opened the bathroom door, only to have it fly open, dragging him with it. "What the!?" Kevin yelped as he stumbled to keep his grasp. "AHH! JESUS!" He cried as he was greeted by a figure in the doorway looming infront of him. Kevin's dad stood before him, wrapped in a towel holding on to his work clothes. "No not quite Jesus... You alright?" Kevin's dad, Steve, chuckled as Kevin composed himself, taking out one earbud. "You scared the shit out of me! I didn't hear you come in!" Kevin grunted. "I've been home for about half an hour, everyone else is home too. Busy studying I take it" Steve smirked, gesturing to Kevin's phone in his hand that was playing some videos on Facebook. "Yeah, I was just taking a bathroom break". "Right, well dinner will be ready in about an hour" Steve replied, "You might want to turn your volume down so you can hear when it's ready". Steve walked past Kevin as Kevin went into the bathroom. As he closed the door behind him he caught a glance of his dad going into his bedroom at the end of the hall. There was something different about how Kevin normally looked at him. The hairy chest and shoulders, the salt and pepper beard, even the briefs he could see between his dad's work clothes in his hand. Was he getting turned on by his own father? Kevin brushed it off, thinking he must still be horned up from being so bored earlier on.
An hour or so passed and Kevin heard the call for dinner floating up the stairs. He trapsed down, ambling into the kitchen to grab a can of cola before setting himself down at his usual spot on the couch to watch tv with his family while they ate. "How goes the studying? Feeling ready" came the voice of Steve, half muffled through a mouthful of chicken Kiev. "Yeah fine, just wish the exam could just happen already so I can get on and do something more fun" replied Kevin. "How was work?" He asked both Steve and his Mum Anne. "Yeah fine, just in meetings all day" replied Steve. "Productive for once" said Anne, transfixed on the TV trying to find something decent to watch. As they were sitting and eating, Kevin couldn't help but glance over and notice Steve. He was wearing his normal pair of lounge shorts he wore about the house after work, and they had ridden up, revealing most of his hairy leg, and a tantalising amount of inner thigh. Kevin couldn't help but wonder if he might catch a glimpse of what was underneath. Was he wearing underwear? What if he's commando? Kevin had to keep stopping himself "what is up with you today, that's your dad! That's so gross" he kept thinking. At the same time, he couldn't help but look. They sat and ate, saying not much else before finishing up. Steve rose, walking across the living room to Steve holding out his hand to grab his plate. Kevin stared at the outstretched had, looking past it resting his eyes on his dad's crotch. He was pretty sure he could make out a vague outline and felt a stirring in his own trousers. Kevin began to blush as he handed his plate to his dad, pretending to cough to try and hide his growing arousal. "Thanks dad...*cough*...must have gone down the wrong way" Kevin spluttered. "What the hell am I thinking... It's not right" he thought.
Night came and Kevin had excused himself to go and study, but he couldn't take his mind off Steve. He kept imagining what he might look like naked. Was he hung? Was he a grower or a shower? What would it taste like? Kevin could hear his parents downstairs chatting and let his thoughts get the better of him. He stood up, sneaking out of his room so as to make as little sound as possible. Creeping down the hallway he slipped into his parents room and slowly made his way to the laundry hamper. With his phone screen as a torch, he opened it and looked inside. There were Steve's work clothes right on top. He picked them up and had a look through before finding them. Steve's briefs. They were a soft dark green fabric, still slightly damp from the days labours of sitting in a stuffy office. Kevin pocketed them quickly before slipping out of the room and back to his own. There he undressed before grabbing Steve's briefs from his pocket. He inspected them for a while, looking at how the fabric still seemed to hold the stretch from his father's package, checking for any signs of precum, inhaling the slightly damp musk. He stood Infront of his closet mirror, slowly pulling the briefs on. They were soft against his skin and got him instantly hard. He pulled them up fully, tucking his cock up to the side, feeling his dad's cold sweat against his balls. He looked in the mirror at how they fit. He imagined his own hairy chest and stomach as if they were his dad's. He rubbed his cock through the briefs, wondering if this is what it would feel like to touch Steve's cock through them. The smell of his dad's sweat floated up as Kevin's own package warmed where his father's had been just hours ago, sending a surge down his body causing a violent orgasm. Kevin stood there shuddering, cum leaking out of the briefs and dropping onto his thigh. "Fuck that felt so wrong" Kevin thought, "but I want more..."
