In May of last year, I graduated from my final year of college with a Bachelor’s Degree in Business Administration. Thinking it might be nice to have a little break before starting a ‘big-boy’ job, I moved back home for a few months for a short summer internship to build my resumé.This meant I would have to spend the months of June and July with my dad. Now, there was nothing wrong with him, of course; it was more so that he was annoying to be around. Having a firefighter for a dad who looked like Chris Evans (everyone called him the ‘Human Torch’ because of his appearance and the nature of his job) was not detestable, but it was irritating when everyone gave him all the attention—Every. Single. Time. And what’s worse is that I’m not even that bad looking; sure, I’m not exactly firefighter material, but I work out and play bar league volleyball in my free time.
Mom wasn’t really in the picture anymore. They divorced when I was in middle school, and I don’t think it was on any bad terms, but I’m usually not one to ask about that kind of stuff. After the divorce, dad didn’t really date anyone or even go out all that much. He had his friends and activities and a busy job, but other than that, he and I mostly just hung around when we got the chance and did whatever together: fishing, working out, running, bars (after graduating for High School), and the occasional camping trip. Over my four years of college, I visited every so often and he did as well; the campus was about 45 minutes from home. We shot the shit and did the usual stuff during the visits, but what he did not know is how sex-crazy I had become. Being a virgin all throughout High School does something to you. Once I got to college, I went crazy. With men and women both. Looking back, it was probably because I didn’t need to compete with my dad. Now that I was back for the summer, we would have much more time together. It was June 19th when everything started.
Since being home, I had seen dad quite a bit walking around shirtless—and with no underwear. He apologized about it a lot and said that he had gotten used to nobody being home, so he would apparently just walk around naked. But I found myself getting a strange urge when I saw him, but thought nothing of it. I had been back for 2 weeks and it was already unbearable. There was no one interesting in town that weekend, and I didn’t feel like driving far to just get some action. Jerk off it was, I guessed—after my internship though. I got home at 3:00, and dad wouldn’t be back from work until 8:00. To any other recently graduated business student on a Friday night, that sounded like a perfect scenario: to get high, watch some T.V. in the living room, and jerk off, but for me…no yeah…that’s what I did.
At around 6:00, I stepped out onto the porch with the joint and smoked about half before I decided that was enough, then snubbed it and placed it carefully in the ashtray on the table next to the lighter for another time. When you’re feeling a little blazed, what better show is there to watch than Family Guy? I could watch that show all night, but I eventually remembered (after about 4 or 5 episodes) what my real mission was. I cast my phone to the T.V. and put on a nice vintage porno of your typical guy-on-guy. There in the bottom right of the recommended was another vintage video, but this one was with a dad and stepson. My curiosity got the better of me, and I clicked it. Sure, I didn’t need lube, but it felt good anyway, so I ran to my room to get the Albolene. Holy shit was the video hot. I got so into it that I didn’t hear the car pull into the driveway. A minute later, I heard footsteps on the porch, so I scrambled to find my phone to pause the T.V., but there wasn’t enough time. Dad walked in and there I was on the couch, cock hidden in one hand, porn on the T.V., and the smell of a horny 22-year-old in the air.
“Sorry, for interrupting,” he said, smiling, not bothered by the sight in front of him. “I just got off work early and thought you were off with some friend”. He took a closer look at what was playing on the screen. “Is that the vintage stepson and stepdad video?”
Holy shit I just about lost my damn mind. He knew what video I was watching based on the actors? I didn’t know what to say.
“Y’know, it smelled like weed out on the porch. If you’re gonna get high and watch porn on my couch, you gotta be okay with me doing it too.” He held up the joint and lighter, and with a quick flick of his thumb, it was lit. Opening the living room window, he started to puff smoke out.
I didn’t know what to do, so I just pulled my pants back up and finally found my phone to pause the video. What did he mean by ‘him doing it too’? Once he smoked the rolled grass to a roach, he snubbed the leftovers and put the remnants back on the ash tray on the porch.
“Fuck, that was good stuff,” he said, sitting down next to me on the couch. He gestured at the T.V. “Sorry for interrupting, you can play it now. Maybe start it over though, the beginning is always better.”
Was my dad actually saying what I think he was saying? He wanted to watch porn with me? My dad? The Chris Evans look-alike? Y’know what—fuck it. I restarted the video and turned the volume back up. The high had clearly hit dad.
“Dad, are you sure it’s okay for a son and father to jerk off together?”
“Why not? No one’s getting hurt, everyone enjoys it, no one’s getting pregnant, and we are both consenting adults—hell, you’re 22 now—guys jack off together all the time; you should meet the other firefighters. If you don’t wanna, you don’t have to, but I’ve had a fuckin’ long day, so I just wanna ride the high and blow off some steam. Your choice to join. The fuck’s that stuff?” he said, looking at the coffee table.
“Albolene,” I said. “It’s like a lube, but also not. But it feels good—greasy almost.”
“Who doesn’t love greasy cock,” he joked. “Hand it over.”
Surprised, I grabbed the container and passed it to him. He took off his shirt and pulled down his jeans so they were around his ankles, and his Jockey underwear had a noticeable bulge in them. At that moment, I knew what kind of strange urges I had been having; I was turned on by my dad. Seeing his bulge, his firefighter muscles, and trimmed body hair, I started pitching a tent in my shorts. For about a minute, he played with his bulge in his underwear, rubbing his hand over the silky fabric. After he was fully hard, he pulled down his underwear so that his bare ass was on the couch and his cock jumped out. What a fucking beaut. I had seen it before when he was walking around naked, but now that I had time to truly appreciate it, it looked to be about 6 inches hard and was uncut. He took a scoop of the grease and started rubbing his cock slowly. I pulled my pants back down and did the same.
Dad looked over. “Looks like we are related, huh? I’m glad I didn’t get you circumcised—having foreskin is better. Don’t need lube to jack off, even if it feels good.” He gestured again at the T.V. “I didn’t know you were into this kind of porn.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m open to anything.”
“Saw this one probably a few years ago. I come back to it when I don’t know what else to watch. You’ve got taste, I see.”
Dad and I continued stroking ourselves while watching the porno. The way he played with himself, sliding his fingers over his pecs and rubbing his cock, was so intoxicating. He was moaning and breathing heavily. The sounds got inside my head and I didn’t care abou the video anymore. I could tell he was getting close, because so was I. With a few more grunts and moans, I saw his balls tighten, and his cock pulsed and shot five jets of cum onto his broad, trimmed chest.
“Fuck I needed that,” he said, panting. He looked over at how I was doing. “You close?”
I couldn’t say anything. I took one look at his greasy, cum-dripping cock, and I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I shot one of the most powerful loads of my life straight into the air, and they landed on my chest and abs.
“Perfect timing,” dad said, clapping his hand on my thigh as my cock continued to pulse. “I didn’t get much sleep at work, so I’m gonna head to bed. Night.”
“Night,” I said. And after he had gone to the bathroom and then bed, there I sat for the next 10 minutes, overwhelmed by everything that had just happened.
