Date: Wed, 19 Jun 2019 00:01:59 -0400
From: Sam Roma <frigidverve@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 9 - Sleeping Dad

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Back in his room, Matty lay on his bed, a goofy smile on is face, one of
the utmost contentment and satisfaction. How had all this happened?! Was he
in heaven already? Was this a dream? How was he gonna look at his Dad
tomorrow without popping a boner? As much as he had enjoyed worshipping his
Dad, a small part of him wanted this to be consensual. It wanted his Dad to
embrace him wantonly and to let him do things to him. To watch his son
worship him and admire him and return the love. Would it happen?
He wasn't sure, but he was gonna let things play out as they had so far.
The universe seemed to be siding with him. With a deep sigh, Matty fell
asleep.

Matt woke up late the next day again. As he stirred back to life, the
events the past night came flooding back to memory. His morning breath was
not stale with his and Steve's cum amongst other fluids he had lapped up.
Matt didn't min. He grinned and licked his lips and gulps again, slowly
sitting up on his bed. It seemed to be past noon from the bright sun
outside the shades on his window. He wondered if his Dad had woken up
already. As Steve's handsome face floated up in his mind, Matty,
automatically brought his hand down under sheet to gently clutch his sore
cock. He had morning wood. Well afternoon really. He was semi-soft but as
he thought back to what he gotten unto not that many hours back, he started
getting rock hard again. With an almost masochistic pleasure Matty stated
jerking his hard young sore pink cock. He slid down in his bed and with his
other hand threw off the covers haphazardly, the better to pump his morning
glory. Good thing it was the weekend and he didn't have school. Matty got
into the rhythm and started pinching his own little pink nub of a nipple on
his smooth pale chest. A soft moan escaped his rosy lips. He bit his lower
lip and let the memory of his Dad's dick in his mouth wash over him. The
taste, the smell, the closeness, the sight of that beautiful puckered
foreskin and the pink head underneath, like a slideshow Matty ran through
it all ins head. He was very close to blowing a hot load all over himself.

Just then his bedroom door opened and in walked Steve scratching his balls
in a robe.

"Morning son. Sleep we..." Steve stuttered to a stop at the sight that met
his eyes. His son waylaying naked on his bed, feet extended and muscles
taut, one hand clasped around a rigid pink and white cock, sweat glistening
on his chest, his face red, mouth agape and eyes wide looking in alarm at
himself.
"oh shit Matt. I Im sorry", Steve stammered. "I will come back".

Steve made to go, but a second before he turned he saw Matty convulse in
spasms of ecstasy, orgasming and cumming, The first shot hit Matt on his
chin, and another dribbling down his cock and pooling by his crotch. Steve
stood transfixed and opened his mouth as if to say something and then
closed it just staring at his son.
Matt couldn't hold back. He was close to bursting right before his Dad came
in. And when he did, his muscular big form against the door, in his robe,
slightly parted exposing his bulging chest and part of his thigh just
pushed him over the edge. He didn't even think about it. One pump and his
cock orgasmed spectacularly. all the while maintaining eye contact with his
Dad, neither of them able to break away from the gaze. As the last guzzle
of milky cum gushed out of Matt's cock, past the cloak of foreskin covering
his large purple head again, the gravitas of the situation dawned on Matt.
His father was at the door and witnessed his splendid ejaculative
performance. He had looked into the eyes of the man he was obsessing over.
And that man was staring right back at him, both speechless, both petrified
in the moment.

Steve was the first to unfreeze. "Matthew, damn son." He exclaimed. Matt
was still nervous and unable to say anything coherent. "D Dad, I I...", he
stammered.

Steve finally turned around and held an arm up to shield his eyes.
"Its alright son, I have been there. Hell, Im still there", he chuckled. "I
forget my little bud is a man now".
Before closing the door behind him, Steve paused and turned around, looking
at his son one more time in a quick second. "Get washed up and come
downstairs for brunch". He said quickly, then shut the door behind him.
Matt lay there stunned. What had just happened!? His Dad had seen I'm
naked, not just int he buff but at his most vulnerable, at his most base
nature, while he was jerking off to Steve himself. And had his Dad looked
back at hime? Wanted to see him naked again? Matt was not entirely sure
what had just transpired but he was satisfied nonetheless. Things were in
motion. He got up to find a towel to clean himself off and get showered.
Steve was frying bacon in the kitchen by the time Matt joined him. Matt
thought it was going to be awkward, but Steve seemed to be perfectly at
ease. His confidence madeMatt pine for him harder.
"Hey Dad", Matt began. "About... about that, earlier", Matt stammered
again. "I was just, you know..."
"Yeah yeah I know. Its fine son. I was a horn dog your age. Hell, you know
your ole man still is".
Matt was already pitching a tent in his shorts at his Dad talking about
himself.
"Speaking of which, did you see Sue in the morning?" Steve enquired, his
back still to Matt while he tossed the pan.
"No Dad. I was up all night watching movies on my laptop and slept late",
Matt lied easily.
"Oh hmm. I should call her and make sure she's fine. What a night." Steve
sighed, as he slid the bacon from the pan into each of their plates,
joining the buttery eggs and toast.
"Why, all good with you guys? How was your date night?", Matt asked
cautiously.
"Oh yeah, I think so. We just got drunk and I thought she eft early
 but...guess we had a long night" he chuckled. "Im exhausted", Steve
stretched luxuriously.
His robe parted for a quick second to reveal Steve's soft cock briefly
hanging loose against his thigh, over dropping balls, the side of large
eggs.
Matt almost choked on the fork of egg he had in his mouth. Fuck. His Dad
was going commando. Steve didn't seem to notice anything. He yawned, then
pulled his robes together, retied the belt and sat in his chair.
"Matt, I keep forgetting you are gonna be 17 soon, a man. And I will be
mindful it, I promise. Sorry I barged into your room"
"Its ok Dad", Matt said sheepishly. In his head he was roaring an open
invitation to his Dad to barge in on him every time like earlier.
"Er...do you wake up with morning wood too?", he asked innocently.
Steve put his fork down and looked at Matt with half a sly smile. How sexy
his Dad looked. He had a light stubble on his chin and cheek now. He had
bags under his eyes and still managed to look rugged and casually handsome.
For a moment Steve didn't answer. He seemed to be considering how to handle
this conversation. Then he grudgingly chuckled.
"You know son, I was just going to instinctively close up about this and
shut you up. But I don't think its healthy. We are both men and there is no
need for awkwardness between us. So yes, your old man still wakes up stiff
sometimes", he chuckled again, a note of pride in his voice.
"And from the looks of it my boy has taken after me splendidly."
Matt smiled impishly. "Hey you gotta do what you gotta do". Then he added,
"Must be even more difficult for you after mom left huh?'
Steve looked up at Matt, straight into his eyes. A few seconds passed and
Steve didn't say anything.
"You might think I don't think of her. That I am happy being the casanova
of California. But its more complicated than that", Steve sighed finally.
"You can talk to me Dad", Matt said, genuinely interested and concerned for
his Dad's well being.
"Your mother and I were free spirits. We were always open with one another
Hell, we have had some interesting adventures together", Steve mused with a
small roguish smile tickling his lip.
Matt suddenly perked up. Was his dad saying what he thought he was saying?
Did he just confess to having sexual adventures with his Mom? What did that
even mean?
"I loved you mother. The fact that she was with another man wasn't what
hurt us. It was the fact she kept it a secret and tried to keep me in the
dark."
"Dad!" Matt exclaimed. "I..I..are you saying you and mom were in an open
relationship?"
"Im saying no such thing", Steve said brusquely. Then his tone softer he
added, "I knew that fucker. It was just that..." Steve didn't finish.
Matt didn't feel like it was the right time to push him, but was extremely
intrigued. There was so much he didn't know and so much he needed to find
out.
Steve had finished his meal and go up from his chair with his plate in one
hand. But as he passed Matt, he laid one heavy arm on Matt's shoulder.
"Matt, you can come to me with anything, anytime. I promise I will be
honest with you and I also promise there will never be any awkwardness
between us. You are my boy and I am proud of you." With that he held Matt's
cheek in the palm of his hand, then lightly tapped it and move away.
Matty was hard under his shorts. His Dad had never shown any kind of
intimacy by himself. His heart warmed but so did his dick with he rushing
blood at his Dad's touch. His palm felt warm and smooth on his cheek. He
felt like a puppy in his hand and wanted to nuzzle in it longer.
Steve's phone rang.
"Hello? Oh hey Sue. Yes, Im good, a bit groggy though. You know...after
last night"
Matt stiffened. What was sue gonna say.
"Yeah lets do that. but just coffee for me", Steve laughed into the phone.
"This ole body can't take this much drinking".
Steve hung. "Aight bud, Im off for a bit to meet sue. Will be back for
dinner. Gonna get cleaned up."
"Cool", Matt said simply.

Matt got busy with school work and video games the rest of the day until he
heard his Dad come home. Matt looked at his phone, it was 9pm.
"Hey Matt, I got us dinner, come down", Steve called.
Matt joined Steve at the dinner table. Steve was clean shaven and in a
cotton shirt looking sexy as fuck. His sleeves were turned up and the top
two buttons were undone revealing lush hair on massive chests. His manly
cleavage was like an inviting valley between two rugged mountains.
"Had fun?", Matt asked casually.
"Oh yeah, Sue is good to me", Steve said. "Although she is quirky".
"Quirky? how?", Matt enquired.
"Well, you know last night? I was so drunk. But she first claimed that I
actually passed out on her while we were...er you know, having fun."
Matt's face paled. He hadn't expected this cross verification of last
nights events between his Dad and Sue.
"Uhm...what do you mean claimed", he asked nervously.
"Well thats what she said! And she was first teasing me about it, that I
was getting by in age. Until I reminded her we did a lot more than that all
night. Well, I actually don't remember much to be honest, but I definitely
remember, er, some stuff with her." He finished sheepishly.
"Only then she acted like she knew and was just testing my memory. to
behest I think she was even more trashed and could probably not remember
much herself haha"
"Yeah, haha",Matt joined weakly. His heart was beating fast. Atlas the cat
was still in the bag. But what was happening? Did sue just think his Dad
had a horny dream? How much had he told her?What had she told him?
Matt could barely finish his dinner. He didn't make much talk after that,
lost in his own thoughts and let his dad chatter by himself for a bit
before asking to be excused and to finish his dinner in his room because he
had just remembered he had to finish an assignment.
When Matt got to his room, he shut the door and got in his bed picking up
his controller, ready to lose himself in some good ole Dark souls, to relax
a little, when his phone rang.
"H..Hello?", Matt said. It was an unknown number.
"Hey Matt, this is Sue", came the thin sweet voice on the other side.
"Hey. Er. did you want my Dad? Is his phone dad?", Matt asked cautiously.
"No honey," she drawled. "It is you I want."
"I I don't understand", Matt said in a low voice.
"Darling, I know what you did last night..."

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