Dad was awake and watching ESPN in bed when I entered his room, his muscular arms propped behind his head.
“What’re you doing up so early?” he asked, patting the bed for me to come watch TV with him, his right hand then resting on his furry belly.
“I—uh—I didn’t sleep much last night,” I admitted, taking my place on the bed next to Dad.
“Shit,” Dad cringed. “Did you hear us? I forgot how thin the walls are in this house.”
“Yeah. I sort of heard all of it,” I reported.
“I’m sorry, son,” Dad apologized. “I shouldn’t have had a guy here. I was just super horny and didn’t think it through.”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to hide that shit from me,” I assured Dad. “I’m eighteen. I’m not a child anymore. So that guy—is he, like, your boyfriend?”
“My boyfriend?” Dad tried to stifle a laugh. “Nah, he was just some twink piece of ass I picked up on Grindr.”
“And is that why—is that why you and Mom got a divorce?” I probed. “Because you wanted to fuck guys?”
“No—not at all,” Dad was quick to answer. “Your mom and I divorced because she’s a stone-cold bitch.”
“So then are you, like, gay now?” I wanted to know.
“I dunno,” Dad sighed. “I don’t believe much in labels. I like fucking guys, but I also still like pussy. You’ll see as you get older, son, that there are many shades of gray when it comes to sex.”
“Dad—uh—there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you,” I announced sheepishly.
“Go for it,” Dad encouraged, his hand on my shoulder. “You can tell me anything, son.”
“I’m—I’m gay,” I exhaled in a rush of breath. “I’m attracted to guys.” I stopped short of saying that I’m also attracted to my father.
“That’s wonderful, son,” Dad beamed, pulling me in for a hug. “I’m proud of you for sharing that with me.”
Dad kissed the top of my head while continuing to hold me in an embrace. I felt warm and safe in his muscular arms, my head resting against his hairy chest, my hand resting on his furry belly.
As Dad continued to talk, telling me how much he loves and supports me, I started to slowly stroke his belly fur. Automatically, Dad’s cock began to harden inside his briefs, tenting the thin fabric. Sliding my hand under the elastic waistband of his briefs, I gripped Dad’s hard cock.
“Whoa,” Dad stopped me, sitting up and quickly removing my hand from his cock. “We can’t do this. It’s fucked up, son.”
“Please,” I begged. “I’m still a virgin—and I want you to be my first. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too,” Dad responded. “But the first cock up your ass shouldn’t be attached to your own father.”
“Fine,” I sulked, dejected. “It’s okay if you don’t find me attractive.”
“That’s not it at all,” Dad tried to assure me. “You’re an incredibly handsome young man. Hell, you’re way hotter than that skank twink I fucked last night.”
“You’re just saying that,” I pouted, “because you don’t want to fuck me.”
“Look, son. I do want to fuck you,” Dad admitted. “I want to fuck you so bad, it scares me. But I think now isn’t the time. You need to get a few cocks under your belt before we can even think about that.”
“I’m terrible at meeting guys,” I lamented. “I don’t have your confidence.”
“You don’t need confidence,” Dad laughed reaching for his phone on the bed table. “You just need Grindr.”
“You think there’ll be a guy who’ll want to play with a dad and his son?” I asked as Dad began to scroll through an inventory of available guys on his phone. “It’d be cool to find a guy who will want to play with both of us.”
“Trust me, son,” Dad answered showing me a pic of a hot guy around my age who was reportedly into dads and sons. “There are lots of kinky fuckers out there who are totally into that shit. Let’s get you some dick, boy.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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