Date: Fri, 16 Apr 2021 10:52:42 -0400 From: Rod Rey Subject: The Men of the Franco Family 3 My parents and I lived in a small town in northern Wisconsin, up by Lake Superior. So, despite having four bedrooms, our house wasn't big. It was why, in some ways, I wasn't looking forward to a crowded house. At the same time, I was more curious than ever about sharing the tiny guest room with Dad. I hadn't shared a bed with him in many years. It was the following afternoon on a Saturday, the August heat still getting to me. Since the A/C had suddenly stopped working, the repairman wouldn't be able to arrive until Monday or so. I hoped it wouldn't be a problem for Mom's family coming over today. I lay shirtless on my bed while the fan was on, my shorts down to my ankles. I stroked my dick while watching porn on my phone, using my precum as lube because of how horny I was from days' worth of cum. The video was about a gay family fuck fest full of hot and ripped actors: one playing the dad, two others as the sons, along with uncles, cousins, and a grandpa. I didn't watch porn often, much less jerk off every day, because Mom and my sisters always needed me for something. Sometimes, even Dad needed me to help out with yard stuff. This summer had been another busy one. In May, I'd graduated from a small university a little farther south, dorm and all. But no horny roommates, no frats, and no parties, just busting my ass with eighteen credits a semester plus twelve credits across two summers, graduating with 120 credits a whole school year early at just twenty-one. On top of that, Dad and his (hot) buddies, along with my occasional help, had recently finished constructing a small, wooden cabin that had taken years to build. He'd told me he'd wanted a man cave for the two of us, as well as for the men in his side of the family, the men of the Franco family. Granted, most of them were from Italy, but they flew here at least once every year or two, and the others lived nearby. But why were there no walls inside the cabin? Not even the bathroom? Everything was open like a studio apartment. The door flew open, and I jerked my hand away from my dick and dropped my phone on the carpeted floor. "Dad!" My heart raced, but I didn't bother covering up with bedsheets. He chuckled, shaking his head. "Dario, Dario, Dario. You see? This is exactly why we needed the cabin, for men only. Your mother and your sisters know they're not allowed in except to give them the grand tour just so they can see it." As I was about to grab my phone, he beat me to it and quickly observed the video. My heart pounded harder than ever. Fuck. He shut my room door and sat next to me on the bed, smirking. "Now I know the dirty truth about my naughty son, not that I didn't already suspect it." I sat upright on the bed, feeling like I was about to hyperventilate. "Dad, I..." "Relax. It's fine." I managed to calm down since his deep voice had softened, but it was challenging to look him in the eye. What a humiliating experience. Though, my hard dick had yet to shrivel. "How long have you been watching this stuff?" Oddly enough, Dad didn't seem upset at all. He was okay with this? "Um...I-I don't know, since middle school, maybe? Just a few clips out of curiosity." His eyebrows rose. "Really?" Oh, shit. I was supposed to be inexperienced. Damn it! "You lied to me, then." Was he mad? I didn't say a word. I frowned, still unable to look at him. "Why, Dario?" "I just..." I paused, inhaling and exhaling. "Relax. I'm not mad. Just tell me the truth." "I can't." "You can. I'm a lot more open-minded than you think." I swallowed, and it took me a moment to speak. "I wanted to jack off with you." Dad just chuckled, shaking his head. "Silly man. So, how did it make you feel when you first watched these kinds of videos?" For some reason, that question made my still-hard dick twitch. "Horny," I said under my breath. "A horny little boy, weren't you?" Was the face he made full of lecher? Even his tone changed as if laced with intrigue. I nodded. "Yeah." This was still awkward only because I'd kept these thoughts private until now. At the same time, the excitement of being this physically close to my own dad while talking about the most-taboo stuff I'd ever experienced was too much to bear all at once. "You know, I was a horny little kid back in the day. Except I did stuff with other kids because I didn't have access to porn in my little village." "Oh." I wasn't entirely surprised, but it was definitely not something we'd ever talked about. "Did you? Do stuff?" I shook my head. "No." Dad lifted an eyebrow. "You sure?" I nodded quickly. "I swear." "So, you're still a virgin, then. I see. Looks like I have a lot to teach you." Dad placed a hand on my shoulder and caressed it. "But save your load for tonight?" Tonight? What was going to happen? "But it's been days." "Even better. Get dressed. We have family coming over soon. We have to pick them up and the airport's not close." "Can I come?" "Of course. That's the point. Because we have a lot to talk about, and I have questions. Many questions." Dad winked, got up from the bed, and left my room. I had a feeling my relationship with him was about to change forever, and I couldn't stop smiling about it. Now, I was hornier than ever. ***INFO*** More by Rod Rey: https://rodreywriter.wordpress.com (c) 2021, Rod Rey. All Rights Reserved. Please donate to help keep Nifty alive!