Reunited with my dad

At Dad's house

I was staying over at my dad's fairly regularly and one morning, I was awoken by the door bell followed by my dads heavy footsteps running downstairs then a bit of muttering and a subsequent door slamming. I decided to get up. I had slept in my pyjamas and definitely overslept and I thought I would go downstairs and grab breakfast with dad. When I left my room I saw my dad running back upstairs, with his hand cupping his crotch. He was buck naked!! I could see his pubic hair hanging out the side of his hand. At first I apologised and looked away out of decency. Dad said "whoops" as he breezed past me back to his room. Then I thought "wtf did he just open the door naked to the mailman!?" It was quite hot to see my stocky, chunky and hairy dad running naked through the house! I didn't see his cock and balls but I got to see his backside! A great start to the morning for me, arguably an even better one for the mailman!

Later when we were eating I reprimanded him and mentioned "you know you cant open the door naked to the mailman". And dad smiled, looking a bit embarrassed but said "why not?"

I said "I dont think he wants to see your thing..." Dad joked back "you dont know that, he might be gay. That might have made his week!"

Then he did like a *shudder* like the idea grossed him out although he found the situation funny!

I was stunned by how relaxed he was about it and I said "Im pretty sure theres laws against indecent exposure" and he replied "not in my home!"

I cant remember much of what I said next, besides chastising him about it. But then while scoffing the last of his burger he added "you really think I let him see me naked? I covered it up, stupid!" And he thwacked me over the head with the newspaper that was on the table as he got up go clear his plate. That was slightly disappointing to hear, as I fantasised about my dads cock and balls swinging as he answered the door! Despite what I said to him to cover up my true feelings. 

Several weeks or so after, my dad told me wanted to have me over for my birthday. He told me that he deserved a turn to have me seeing as he had missed all my other ones (living with mom and estranged from him most my life). I was genuinely moved by the thought. I told mom later to see if that was okay and she shrugged but said she understands although I think she resented it. It was on a Saturday so when the date drew near he had me stay the night on Friday. He told me that if I woke up before him in the morning, that I should wake him up so he can give me my presents. Id never woken my dad before. It seemed kinda cool that we were at the stage where I could go in his room while he was asleep. 

In the morning I DID wake up early. I stayed in bed for a bit but as the sun was already out I figured I should get my old man up. I went to his room, opened the door quietly and saw him bundled up in his bedsheets breathing peacefully. A bit of his hairy bare chest was obscured by his big knuckle clenched in a fist. It felt a bit strange waking this man up, seeing as he was like a total stranger to me several months before. I opened his curtains to let the light in and gently shook him. "Hey wheres these presents then?" I said jokingly. He stirred and greeted me happily. Once he was fully awake he wished me a happy birthday then leaned down the side of his bed to get my presents and gave them to me. I perched on the edge of his bed but he lifted the bottom of the sheet where his feet were and invited me to get in. My initial instict was that it was a bit weird but actually he was my dad and these are probably things lots of fathers and sons do when they are close. Still it made me feel tingly sharing a bed with my dad. I didnt even know how little he was wearing under there. 

I unwrapped my presents only to find he had gone totally overboard, he bought me things i had only mentioned in passing,but he had remembered them all and actually gone out his way to buy them for me! I had never realized he was taking note. It was the thought more than the cost that made me feel really loved by him despite being in each others lives for such a short period. I felt warm inside! I guess I also just had this thing in mind that traditional masculine men aren't able to do thoughtful and sweet things. How wrong I was! 

When I was done unwrapping I couldn't stop thanking him. I was grinning from ear to ear and just blown away by his thoughtfulness and generosity. He seemed happy by my reaction, and looking at him from the other side of the bed, this big shirtless hairy lumberjack-looking tough man didn't seem like such an intimidating figure after all. He was like a big teddy bear. 

We talked a bit but then dad said he was going to run down the local bakery to get us some stuff for breakfast. When he got out of bed I saw he was just wearing his pyjama shorts. He turned away from me and pulled them down. I remember being frozen solid at seeing my dad get naked in front of me, his hairy backside only a few feet away. He was cupping his genitals as he turned to the side to open his chest of drawers, but he momentarily let go of his bits, and in that moment I saw his cock and balls dangling free! Unlike the previous time, his penis was hanging down with substantial length! It was an entirely different beast! From the side I could see a thick vein protruding along the top edge, and a pair of big hairy balls dangling slightly beneath his meat! His foreskin still covered most of the tip but this time it wasnt clasped at the top but seemingly open, exposing the tip, but in the brief moment I did not see this clearly.

He was quick to take out a pair of briefs and pull them up but he must have known he was completely in sight of me in the moments before. It all swung and bounced with his movements until it was covered up.

Then he put on a pair of socks, trousers and a shirt and asked "what you still doing here, watching your dad change? go take your presents downstairs". 

The whole weekend spent with him was special and frankly it wasn't even the nudity that made it special. It was the bonding that happened between us. I was developing such strong feelings for him!

Another time I was there, shortly before leaving to get home, I went for a pee. As I left the bathroom I noticed the overflowing laundry basket... I had a craving. I picked out a pair of my dad's briefs. They looked clean but I sniffed them and I was overwhelmed by the scent! A mildly sweaty, manly scent. Around the pouch where his cock and balls sit, it was a slightly bitter smell, but it drove me crazy! I had a reckless idea in my head in the heat of the moment. I folded up the briefs and pocketed them. Yep. And I took them with me. As soon as I left his house I was already regretting it, thinking hes going to notice, and when he does, he will probably disown me! 

But I was high on the sexual arousal. I didnt even wait until I was home. I went to the toilets on the train and started to sniff them there and played with my cock a bit. 

I ended up changing into the briefs and pocketing my boxers as they made less of a bulge in my pocket. But boy it felt so so hot to wear my own daddys briefs. The well worn-in pouch that had cupped my daddy's cock and balls was cupping mine! I was out in public with daddys dirty underwear on! I used them for masturbating a few times over the next week or so. Huffing daddy's scent, straining my hard cock against them... Hanging them over my cock and making my cock twitch inside them.... It felt amazing, I always had a conflicting moment when I came close to blowing my load in them, wondering if I should just let myself enjoy the moment and take that risk, or do the sensible thing and shoot over my chest instead. Luckily I played it safe and didnt get any cum on them. Just a fair bit of precum! I wished I could have just kept them.

The next time I visited I brought the briefs in my bag and slipped them back into his basket. I was so tempted to take another "fresh pair" but decided against it. However I did have a rummage to see if he had multiple pairs of the same brand, so if I was tempted to take another in future, perhaps he would be even less likely to notice. 

Another occasion when we met, he grabbed me by each side of my open overshirt and gripped them while talking to me. It was maybe intended to be friendly but I found it oddly gratifying. It felt.... intimate. I felt tingly! I loved how comfortable he had become around me. I was half expecting him to come in for a kiss! 

Because of how he had initiated that, I tried to be a bit more close with him too. At certain times I would grab his arm or put my hand on his back. One time I ruffled his hair, and that was probably out of line, he straight away went to flatten it again with his hand, and he looked somewhat disapproving. It was around this time that I realized I had more than sexual feelings for him. I felt something deeper. He wasnt anything like my mother had made him out to be. He had a big big heart. He has such a lovable face. Sure he is a bit aged but he naturally has a youthful, mischievous look about him. Beneath the grey, his blue eyes and his full lips and cute, almost-button nose, he encapsulated every attribute that I didnt even know was exactly what I wanted in a man. And he smiled warmly a lot like he was always had a joke on the tip of his tongue.  

I had questioned why he was still single, but it dawned upon me that I had just assumed he was straight because he was my dad. I hadnt even thought to ask him about other women in his life. So one day I did casually ask him if he had any women in his life. He didnt give a serious answer, he just joked about how hes got enough on his plate and a woman wouldn't fit on that plate. Or some remark like that. I didnt quite get what he was saying. But he did say that he previously had a girlfriend who he had met through work but they stopped seeing each other a couple of years ago. 

He was very unspecific though and didnt seem to like this line of questioning, at least not coming from me. 

I had to tread so carefully, because I certainly didnt want the questions directed back at me because I was not ready to tell the man that I was more into guys. 

Around this time when I visited I often went straight away to have a rummage in dads dirty laundry. One time I found something that was cold and moist. I picked it up and saw it was a black sock, but it had a silvery sheen to it. I turned it inside out and there was big streaks of pearlescent stainage, unmistakably my dads cum!

It was mostly dry but still moist in places so he must have done the deed just a couple of hours before. As most of it was around the toe of the sock I wondered if he had perhaps masturbated WITH the sock, not just cleaned up with it. Regardless it was an incredible revelation to see this side of my dad. To know something about his masturbation habits! 

I planned to masturbate with the sock later but unfortunately dad put a wash on. :(

Even though I didnt often find articles of clothing with fresh cum or even dried cum for that matter (not until much later anyway), his worn briefs usually had small patches of dried precum.... Regularly! I wondered if he got a lot of boners throughout the day or if he was just prone to a bit of precum. That was hot enough for me. Just imagining my fathers cock growing erect in those briefs, stretching the crotch out, imagining the precum oozing out the tip, into the cotton. i would imagine the pouch cupping his big and hairy balls then bury my face in it and breathe in his scent. 

Okay, I felt a little bit ashamed, not necessarily because he was my dad but because he had been so nice to me and behind his back I was being horny and using his clothes as tools for masturbation. But I kept getting carried away.