Something to Be Thankful For

I am the youngest of three kids. I have a brother and a sister, both of whom are much older than me. My sister, Mariana, was a sophomore in high school when I was born, and my brother, Max, was in sixth grade. As far apart as my siblings and I are, I think I must have been a surprise to my parents. At least, my brother used to tease me that I was the “accident child.” (My mom would neither confirm nor deny.)

Ultimately, that means my parents are older than the parents of most kids at school. My dad, Jack, is 58. His black hair has mostly turned gray, and he has a fully gray beard that he keeps neatly trimmed. The beard contrasts nicely with his black, square-framed glasses. He’s 6’3” and in pretty good shape. He has a broad, fairly muscular build but isn’t especially cut, though you probably couldn’t see it if he were, since he’s really hairy. Age has softened him, and his skin is a little looser than it was when he was younger. Still, he has a large, defined chest.

Dad goes to the gym regularly, and I started going with him when I turned 16 so he could show me the ropes. Now, at 18, I’m starting to put on some muscle. I’m not big by any means, but I’m definitely more twunk than twink. Still, I look like a kid compared to my dad. I also take more after my mom in the height department, so I’m a good 4 inches shorter than him. I’m catching up, though, slowly but surely. I hit the gym most days, both on the weekends and after school. It was actually after one of these gym sessions on a Saturday last November, a couple weeks before Thanksgiving break, that I first started to see my dad differently.

I returned home from my workout feeling especially horny. I often feel like that after an intense workout, but that day, it was especially bad. I’d stopped by the locker room afterward to piss, and there had been a really hot older guy, a daddy type, standing at one of the lockers wearing nothing but a towel. He’d been tall, surprisingly muscular, and furry. I’d taken an unnecessarily long time washing my hands so I could stare at him in the mirror, hoping he’d drop the towel, but no luck. He’d headed for the private shower stalls, towel firmly in place. I’d considered hanging around till he came out to change but decided it’d be too obvious for me to just sit there doing nothing. People would notice. So, I’d reluctantly left, fantasizing through the whole drive back of wrapping my legs around that guy’s torso. 

Now that I was home, I decided I’d hop right in the shower and beat one out so I wasn’t useless for the rest of the day. I went to the linen closet to grab a towel only to find it empty, so I ran downstairs to the laundry room to check the dryer. Also empty.

“Are you looking for towels?” I heard my mom say from behind me. She had just walked in from the backyard and spotted me peering into the washing machine to see if some had just been washed.

“Yeah. Are there any clean ones?”

“Upstairs,” she said. “I was in the middle of folding them when I saw the neighbor’s dumb cat getting ready to piss on my tomato plants. They’re on our bed.” 

“Thanks,” I said, already climbing the stairs. 

My parents’ bedroom door was open, so I went right in to grab a towel. As I turned to go, I saw the door to the master bathroom was half open, and my dad was standing there, facing away from the door, completely naked and toweling himself dry. Now, I had never thought about my dad sexually before, but something happened to me then. Maybe it was the residual horniness from the workout, or maybe it was seeing that guy about my dad’s age in the locker room. Come to think of it, the two of them really did resemble each other. Either way, I was suddenly extremely turned on. I knew it was weird, knew that I shouldn’t be thinking of my father that way, but I couldn’t seem to look away. I just kept staring at his surprisingly toned ass and his back muscles. Finally, I shook myself out of it and slipped quietly out of the room, heading straight for the shower. I was just extra horny, that’s all. Once I got off, I’d be back to normal.

As the hot water of the shower cascaded over my body, I started stroking my dick. I tried to imagine that I was in the gym showers with that guy I’d seen earlier, but against my will, my mind kept turning back to the image of my naked father. I wondered what would have happened if I’d lingered just a bit longer. Would he have turned? Would I have seen his cock? The idea sent a sudden thrill through me. I knew it was wrong, but the taboo just made it seem all the hotter. I came almost immediately.

Once the post-orgasm euphoria wore off, though, I felt a little ashamed. I shouldn’t think of my dad like that. I resolved then that I would put it out of my mind, but that was easier said than done. I wouldn’t admit it to myself, but in the back of my mind, a plan had formed for how to see more of my dad’s naked body. Next time I heard the shower running in my parents’ bathroom, I would enter their bedroom quietly and wait. I knew my dad was almost blind without his glasses, so he shouldn’t be able to see me when he first stepped out. I could spy briefly and then slip away unnoticed.

* * *

I didn’t have to wait long for the opportunity to present itself. The following Thursday, I decided to take a rest day and skip the gym after school. That meant I got home at around 3 p.m. The house was usually empty at that time, since both my parents still worked, so I figured I could have a pretty decent wank session uninterrupted, maybe even play with this new, pretty large dildo I’d secretly ordered.

I went to my room, found some porn on my laptop and got out the dildo and some lube. I was just taking my pants off when I heard a noise downstairs. It sounded like the door opening. I quickly pulled up my pants, threw a blanket over the sex stuff on my bed, and hurried over to the top of the stairs.

“Hello?” I called.

“Yeah, it’s me,” a male voice responded.

“Dad? What are you doing home?”

My dad appeared at the bottom of the staircase.

“Had a doctor’s appointment. It was short, so I decided to squeeze in chest day before I went back to work. What they don’t know won’t hurt ’em, right?” 

“Right,” I said with a mild chuckle.

“I’m just going to take a quick shower before I head back.”

My heart suddenly started beating faster.

“OK. I’m going to work on some homework.”

My dad climbed the stairs and headed through their bedroom into their bathroom. I hovered there in the hallway, indecisive. I wasn’t really going to do this, was I? Try to see my father’s cock? No, I’d just go back and sit at my desk, pretending to work, until he left. That’s what I told myself, anyway, but at the last minute, I turned and pushed their door open. That’s when my plan hit a snag. Dad had pushed the bathroom door mostly closed. I couldn’t see in. I could have taken that as a sign and given up there and then, but by now, my adrenaline was pumping. I gave the bathroom door a gentle push, and it swung partway open, enough that I could see the shower. The door squeaked slightly, and I froze. How loud had that been? Would my dad have been able to hear that over the sound of the shower? I waited, but my dad didn’t say anything or react, so I figured he must not have noticed.

I stood there silently for the next several minutes, waiting for him to finish, my heart racing the whole time. Finally, he turned the water off, and after a few seconds, he slid open the shower door. My jaw dropped. My dad had the largest cock I’d ever seen in person. My own cock was definitely bigger than average, but his was easily 7 inches soft and quite thick. Above it was a significant bush of greying pubes, still wet and clinging to his body. Thanks to the heat of the shower, his balls were hanging loose, and they were big as well. I was mesmerized. I’m not sure how long I stood there, but I was brought out of my trance by a sudden movement—my dad reaching for his glasses. I moved back as quickly and silently as I could and slipped out of the room, sure he couldn’t have noticed me.

I retreated to my desk, took my math textbook and a notebook out of my bag, and set about pretending to do homework, shaking slightly from the adrenaline. About ten minutes later, I heard my dad emerge from the bedroom. Instead of heading downstairs immediately, he came and casually leaned against my doorframe.

“How’s the homework coming?” he said, and I thought I detected a weird tone in his voice.

“Fine,” I said a little too quickly, not looking up. I had to calm down. I couldn’t act weird.

“Anatomy?” he asked.

I froze. Panic started welling up inside of me, and I tried to tamp it down.

“No, calculus,” I replied in as casual a tone as I could muster.

“Gotcha,” he replied. “Well, I better get to work. See you this evening.”

“See ya, Dad.”

With that, he left and headed downstairs. I sat there at my desk until I heard the front door close and his car start.

What had just happened? Had he seen me watching him? Was I just imagining the weirdness? It wasn’t unusual for him to ask me about school stuff, and I was actually taking anatomy. Maybe it was just a coincidence. Yeah, it had to have been. I was just being paranoid, I told myself, though I didn’t completely believe it. At any rate, it was enough to make the panic subside, leaving only horniness in its wake.

I looked over at my bed. I still had plenty of time before anyone else would be in the house. I pulled off the blanket and took off my clothes before lubing up the new dildo. As I considered it, I realized my dad’s cock would probably be about that large when he was hard. I didn’t bother with the porn; I didn’t need it. As I sat down on the dildo, I imagined it was my dad’s dick. I started bouncing up and down on it, imagining my dad fucking me missionary style, my legs wrapped around him and his sweat dripping onto my face. I came faster and harder than I’d ever cum in my life. I collapsed back on the bed, letting the dildo fall out of my ass. I felt some guilt about jerking off while thinking of my father but significantly less than I’d felt after that first time in the shower. That said, I wasn’t sure how to process all this. What did I want to happen now? I had no answers, so I pushed the question out of my mind.

* * *

Over the next couple of weeks, things were mostly normal. My dad never said anything about that day, and I mostly jerked off to porn, not allowing myself to think of him. All the same, there was a different energy when I was around him. I would catch myself staring at different parts of his body, secretly watching him while we sat in front of the TV or while he was on his computer. When he came home from the gym, I was always hyperaware of his scent and turned on by it. Still, nothing eventful happened—nothing, that is, until the day before Thanksgiving.

It was a beautiful fall day, and my dad and I decided to take advantage of the weather and put up the outdoor Christmas decorations. It was warm enough that we were both wearing T-shirts and basketball shorts. We put lights on the trees first, and then he started decorating the bushes while I set to work on the house trim. There’s one point on the side of the house where the ground is uneven, making it hard to get the ladder stable, so Dad came over to hold it steady. Once I was done with that section, I descended the ladder. As I reached the ground, I bumped up against Dad, who was still holding the ladder’s sides for some reason. The thing is, I could swear I felt a stiff bulge in his shorts. Was my dad hard? Any doubt I might have had left when I felt him push his pelvis forward in a way that could only have been intentional. He was definitely hard, and he was pressing his hard dick against my ass. Tentatively, I pushed back and even started grinding against him a little. Then suddenly, he let go of the ladder and backed away.

“I’m going to go get the other extension cord,” he said as if nothing had happened.

Stunned, I stammered, “OK,” and stood in place as he walked into the garage, not sure what to do. At that point, I noticed that my dick was painfully hard to the point that my shorts could barely contain my cock. I had to do something about it.

“I’m going to grab a drink,” I called after my dad. And then not waiting for a response, I dashed into the house and straight to the downstairs bathroom, where I jerked off furiously.

I eventually went back outside, and we finished putting up the decorations without acknowledging what had just happened between us.

The rest of the day was uneventful. The whole family was coming over for Thanksgiving Dinner the next day, so Mom put me to work cleaning. Max had moved away when I was a freshman, so he would be staying with us, sleeping in his old room. I was tasked with putting fresh sheets on his bed. Mariana and her boyfriend, Kenzo, live in town, so they were coming over just for the day. Besides, Mom and Dad had converted her old room into a home office, though it doubled as a guest bedroom. My bodybuilder uncle (seriously, he’s huge!) was also local, though he lived at least 45 minutes away. Mom had tried to talk him into just staying with us overnight, since this was the first Thanksgiving since their father (my grandfather) had passed away, but Uncle Andrés was being stubborn.

That night I had trouble sleeping. I had been so busy during the day that I hadn’t really had a chance to think, but now, my mind would not shut off. I had so many questions swirling in my head. Plus, if I’m being honest, I was still really horny. I wasn’t really sure what to make of the incident with Dad or where it would lead, but I knew that it excited me and that I wanted it to go further. I wondered if my dad was having the same thoughts.

After lying awake for a couple of hours, I decided to just jerk off again, and hopefully I would fall asleep afterward. It worked, and I spent the rest of the night dreaming of what the future held.