Dad was always comfortable about his body and didn’t hide if you saw him naked. But he never walked around the house half dressed. Not in his work clothes. What was going on? And he always found ways to talk with you when he was like this. How could your eyes not roam? How could you ignore his nipples? You hoped he noticed and hoped he didn’t notice. He could be a total asshole and you didn’t want your ass kicked. Soon it progressed to talking to you before bed in his boxers. Or just a towel on after a shower. And then that one day he was still drying off. He’d have to be blind to not see you couldn’t keep your eyes up all these conversations. Was he waiting for you to act or say something? What was all the sudden, what felt like, deliberate teasing for?
Then you remembered a moment when this all changed. You were home alone after school jerking off. No need to close your door. No one ever came home early. When you jerked off you liked moaning and talking aloud. That day it was all about him. Your Dad. When you came you were begging daddy to fuck you. “Please daddy. I need this. Please.” When you came as you rubbed your hole you moaned loudly and said “Oh fuck Daddy I need your cock in me. Fucking cum in me, Daddy.” It was always something like that. And you always called him Daddy in your fantasies.
You were lying there catching your breath when your Dad walked in. WTF? You were naked. Wet. Covered in cum. Still rubbing your hole with no way of covering up. You were atop all your sheets and your clothes were on the floor. He was home sick today. Woke up from a nap. Your first thought was “Oh fuck did he hear what I was saying?”
He smiled at you and said, “Looks like someone had fun. I do that all the time when I’m alone too.” Did he really just reference jerking his cock? Your Dad looked you over as you just laid there vulnerable. What was probably seconds felt much longer, then he said, “We’ll, I suppose I’ll let you clean up.” Then he leaned over and tossed you your shirt off the floor. “Looks like you really needed that.” Did he mean the shirt or how big your load was?
That was when it changed. It made sense now. And here you here you were, standing in your towel with your naked dad drying off and in no rush at all to cover up. His cock right in front of you, and again the cock that made you reflected in the mirror. You were having trouble even keeping up with the conversation. He saw you. He had to have heard you. And now you were home alone. He knew you were about to shower. You had to turn the water off. He had to know you’d be in a towel. Really? Could this be happening? You really hoped you were right about this. For now you hoped the towel didn’t fall because you were failing at not getting hard.
“Yeah?” He hasn’t called you that in some time.
“Don’t suppose you have the day off school do you?” He was drying under his balls. His cock flopping beautifully.
“No. Wish I did. You know I like school, but it’d be nice to stay home with you today.” It’s was true. He took the day off, and teasing aside, it had been some time since you two had any quality time.
“That’s a bummer. I’d love that too, buddy.” Again, a name he called you when you were younger.
“Maybe next time.” It was unnerving and exciting how much his eyes were locking with yours. He was sure taking a long time to dry off. You had to look again. Was his cock now thicker?
“Yeah..next time.” There was a sadness in your voice. You started to go when he stopped you
“Hey kiddo. Since your mom’s not here, do you mind rubbing some lotion on my back?”
“Sure, Dad.” You probably rushed at the chance too quickly, but fuck it…you’d actually get to touch him when he was standing there naked. When he handed you the lotion he had to see your hands shaking, or feel it, because his eyes never left yours. Even as you moved behind him and opened the container you were still looking at each other. His eyes. You couldn’t look away from them.
You saw a slight curl of a grin, maybe a nervous twitch, and he said, lower, slowly, “You sure you don’t mind rubbing that into Daddy’s skin…little buddy?”
Your body and heart melted. You had to be right. With a big breath you showed him the same slight nervous grin, looked him in the eyes, and as your hands pressed against his skin you said it. “Of course I don’t. I’d rub it in for you any day.” One more deep breath, “You know I love when we have our special alone time together…Daddy.”
You never knew a stare could feel so intense. So time-stopping. It probably only lasted a couple seconds, but felt like an hour before your Dad’s eye contact softened as he smiled. Your obviously shaking hands daring to rub a little lower. “I know, I do too.” He paused then added, “I promise there will a lot of special times now between Daddy and his little buddy. I promise, kiddo.”
“I’d love that too, Daddy. A lot.”
You didn’t care that your hardon caused your towel to fall. You didn’t need it anymore. He didn’t hide that the cock that made you was now fully hard and taking your breath away. You didn’t even have the time to smile back because he quickly turned around and the two of you were locked in a kiss you never expected to have.
“I love you, Daddy,” you whispered.
You never went to school that day.
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