Reunited with my dad

Ive been wanting to get this off my chest for a while as the things that have happened between my and my dad are secrets between us, and even we don't really talk about it. I have been writing up all the events so I can reminisce on them. I hope you guys enjoy reading. 

Soo where do I begin? I have been estranged from my father almost my whole life. He left when I was too young to really remember much about him. Without going into too much detail, my parents marriage came to an abrupt end, my dad packed up and left my mother and I. Because I dont remember any of this I suppose I was detached from it all, and I know how difficult my mother is to live with so as I got older I didn't really hold a grudge against my dad although I was disappointed that he never reached out. Actually all i ever wanted was to have him in my life and put the past behind. Yeah its fucked up that he left me but I know that my mother didnt want him in either of our lives. She said as much.

Anyway, when I was in my late teens I got in contact with him and we messaged and he told me he was surprised I would even want to have anything to do with him. Still, he had moved away so I put off meeting up with him because I didnt have independence back then but we stayed in contact on and off.

It was quite surreal seeing his profile picture. I had only a handful of photos of him but they were almost 2 decades old. But in his profile pic he looked to have a lot of grey in his hair and quite a bushy beard. He looked grissled but had warm eyes and a soft smile. Not wanting to give away identifying details, he worked in an unspecified manual labour job but it paid well. 

Anyway one day after several months without speaking he updated me that he had just moved back down to a town not far from me. It was a big surprise. I suggested that I could go meet him when he gets settled, and he told me to forget about the getting settled part, he was eager to meet me right away! So it was spontaneous, I got dressed, got a ticket for the train and was on my way. I had butterflies in my stomach, I was really nervous... the idea that I was about to have a dad again was kind of exciting, but a scary prospect.  

I was even more anxious when I got off the train and walked into town to meet him at a local pub so we could get a drink and lunch. I saw him standing outside. I instantly spotted the beard. He was a bit shorter than I expected but broad, chunky with a bit of a pot belly. He was wearing a buttoned down shirt with crosshatched pattern across it with fairly vibrant reds and yellows and black and a pair of leather boots. He looked a bit lumberjacky.

I saw him notice me before i crossed over the road and he smiled and waved.

Anyway it was awkward at first, we werent sure whether to go for a handshake or hug and so we went for something inbetween, kinda bumped shoulders and patted each other on the back. I felt a bit intimidated. I worried that I may not be masculine enough and I didn't want him to be disappointed in me. He had such a gruff demeanor and a deep tone of voice. He said the pub had the football on, thank goodness I had got into football or that would have already been a strike against me.

Anyway without going into too much detail, it ended up being surpisingly relaxed. He was genuinely happy to meet me finally and he was smiling and laughing a lot. I dont know what I expected but it wasnt this. He felt more like a buddy than a dad, but it was still nice and I figured that maybe he would be more dad-like in time. As we parted ways he opened his wallet and gave me a thick wad of cash. I refused but he insisted, saying its a small gesture to make up for the pocket money that he failed to give me all those years. He told me I can use some of it to meet him again.

I promised i would meet him again soon.

On the train back I counted and he had given me about 300 bucks!

A couple weeks later he told me to come over to his home. I did! He gave me a tour and cooked me dinner. We played some chess together and watched the F1. He had still not unpacked yet but I saw he had boxes filled with just books. He seemed surprisingly intelligent and well-read for someone with such a gruff demeanor. 

Over the next couple of months we met up probably half a dozen times. We got so much more comfortable around each other. He told me he was glad to have his son back in his life. Seemingly he hadnt started a new family with someone else. Before long we were telling inappropriate jokes, watching sports together, drinking beer, burping, we just started feeling more relaxed together. 

Then sometime later he invited me over again for the whole weekend this time.

Quite a big step.

And thats when our relationship moved up a notch.

For the first time I got to see dad in his underwear! A pair of white y-fronts. Yeah, that was unexpected for him to already be that comfortable around me. He didn't lounge about in his undies but after a shower he may put on just his briefs and socks and nothing else and go to make breakfast/lunch The weird thing is, even without a dad in my life all this time, I had developed a thing for "daddies". And seeing my own dad this way brought up a lot of feelings. I guess because he was more like a buddy than a dad, I didnt feel so guilty about having these kinds of thoughts. It was still a bit strange, getting a stirring in my dick over a man whose dick I came out of. I kind of wished that he wasn't my dad so something between us could be a possibility.

I could not get over how relaxed he was about wearing so little around me. The way the white cotton clung around his genitals, from the side especially I could make out the general size and shape of his cock. When he walked it bounced in the pouch. I had to keep stopping myself from staring, worried that he might notice. I was very uneasy when he was in a state of undress, but I didnt want it to end. 

That same weekend, I realized that he had a habit of leaving doors open when they should probably be shut. After we had breakfast he went for a shower, and when I was on the way to my guest room I noticed the bathroom door was open, and I slowed right down to get a look in. The shower curtain was pulled to but I saw a bit of his bare skin at the side of the curtain. It certainly teased my imagination. I didnt know what his views were on homosexuality, but I guessed they wouldnt be positive. Even worse if it was in a family context. Whenever I caught him in a state of undress I was very cautious not to be seen looking. He had asked me if I had any girlfriends and I sort of dodged the question, so I had to be careful about him finding out.

There was another time when I arrived at his house before him and he messaged me to tell me that he was behind schedule but would be back in a few minutes. So I let myself into his back yard and sat on the chair. He arrived and I saw him in a pair of running shorts and a sleeveless shirt. It wasnt just chubbiness that he had, he had some muscle too and I was fixated on his bulge. He was freeballing and I could see his cock swinging through the thin polyester. Its size wasn't clear but just seeing anything wobbling down there got me excited.

He came over and hugged me, smelling strongly of musky sweat. His bulge was so close to mine they almost touched. He let me in, made me a coffee and he went to use the shower. I wandered around while I waited, and once again I saw the door open, as he was getting undressed, and this time... I caught a glimpse of his penis! It wasnt quite as big as I had thought prior, but then again he had just been out in the cold. I only saw it for a second while he was bending down to take his socks off, so I didnt get a full impression of it. But I saw his hairy crotch, pubic hair and his cock was kind of shriveled, his foreskin completely covered his head, but his balls looked huge, but retracted. Still... I saw it and that excited me! But as he got up his head jerked upwards and we caught each others eyes before I quickly moved along. 

That was scary.