Dad's Work Trip

Chapter 1

My relationship with my dad was always good, we were close and he was someone you can go to when you needed someone or something. He did not fail to remind us that he is still the father and we are the sons. I have other 2 brothers and they’ll probably say that he’s always there for you. My parents have been divorced for almost over 3 years now and our mom only took our sister and left all three of us boys with our dad. I’m 19 and youngest of the bunch, freshly out of school taking a gap year before going back to start with Uni. My dad is 6”2, good built, hunky and beefy. He’s pretty chill and likes his rugby.

Dad came in the room and announced that he will be moving to one of the other islands for 4 months.

“You should go with him” my older brother demanded.

“No” I replied dreading the thought of being stuck with dad for 3 months without a social life.

“You’re having a gap year anyways dude, make yourself useful” my brother scolded me

Growing up in the Pacific, family always comes first. It doesn’t matter how old you are and what you have accomplished in life, family will always come first.

I figured this would be a good experience anyways, a different island and heck some cute girls or dudes to fuck.

Dad and I moved and settled in to our home for the next 3 months. A two-bedroom apartment, nice little living room area and a kitchen with lots of windows.

After a few days, I realize how chill and open my dad was, he would walk out to the kitchen in his underwear. I guess it was mostly because we were just two guys now but he wasn’t fully this free when we were all back home.

One morning I woke up before him, put the kettle on and came to see what he would want for breakfast. I walked in his room, I was a gaped with the sight of his morning wood. He was wearing only his boxers and a tee.

I stood by the door, he was lying asleep lost in another world. I stood and watched not realizing that I am slowly getting aroused. I try not to move much or make any noise focusing my gaze at his crotch.

I can see the outline of his thick dick. I’ve seen his dick before but not like this. It was throbbing and needed to be released from his boxers. I stood observing some more before I called him.

He woke up, put his hands in his boxers and adjusted his meat before he pulled the blanket over to cover himself.  I could see his hairy balls tangling when he did. The sight turned me on I was throbbing standing at the door.