Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2019 00:52:35 -0800 From: Nifty Son Subject: The Summer After 7th Grade- Chapter 1 Disclaimer: This story is fictional, and any resemblance to any people living or dead is 100% coincidental. If you're under 18 years of age, or if it is in any way prohibited for you to read this content, please leave the page now. This story involves sexual acts between a father and his minor son. If such content offends you, please read no further. In no way do the authors or hosters of this story condone or endorse any of the actions detailed within. (father-son, masturbation) Have comments, suggestions, or just want to chat? Let me know at niftyson91@gmail.com Don't forget to donate to Nifty to keep stories like this available for everyone! ::This story is loosely based on some memories of my teenage years. Hope you like it!:: It all started the summer after 7th grade. My parents had gotten divorced the year before, and my Dad had his own place. My siblings all wanted to live with my mom, and for most of the school year I did the same. However, when summer rolled around, I realized I could finally have something I'd never had before if I stayed at Dad's house- space. A room to myself (heck, most of a HOUSE to myself), and a Dad who was eager to spoil me as a sign of affection. As a budding teen, that was too good an offer to pass up. So, that summer I stayed with my Dad full time. Every so often my siblings would come to visit for a weekend, but for the most part it was just the two of us. At first it was awesome, I got to wake up whenever I wanted, go to bed whenever I chose to, and mostly do whatever I felt like. At thirteen, that was great, especially having the space to masturbate whenever I felt like it. Dad worked from home, but he respected my privacy (for the most part) and always knocked before coming into my room and stuff. The problem didn't start until a few weeks into my stay. I'd spent a lot of the summer on my laptop, learning how to find and watch porn. This was back before internet porn was as easy to find as it is now adays, and I spent a lot of my formative years watching the same 30-second video clips I saved from a few websites here-and-there while I jerked it. After a while though, that got pretty stale, and I was jonesing for a new fix. I already knew I was more into boys than girls (the PE locker room had taught me that lesson the year before), and I was itching for any male to latch my attraction onto. It was then that I started to notice Dad more and more. He was tall, at least 5' 11", and after the divorce he'd started going to the gym. He had a little flab on him still, like any 40 something father would, but he had started to bulk out pretty nicely. His hair and skin were dark, he was Mexican after all, and he had a goatee with just a few specks of white starting to show in it. He was pretty hairy too, everywhere but his chest and back at least. In contrast to my 5' 3", 110 lb frame, he seemed massive. It didn't take long for me to realize that Dad's bedroom door had a weird issue- it never closed all the way. That meant that, even when he tried to lock it, it could be pushed open just as easily as if it wasn't even there at all. Combine that with the fact that he had a bathroom attached to his master bedroom, and I started to develop an... interesting routine. My bedroom was down the hall from Dad's, but I quickly learned the noise the pipes made when his shower started. I would lay in my bed, cut, 3" dick hard as a nail, and wait for that noise almost every morning after I woke up. Once I heard it, I would sneak down the hall, and ever so slightly push my Dad's bedroom door open. Not enough that you could easily see the door wasn't closed, just enough to create a tiny sliver I could use to peek inside. Dad's bed was against the wall opposite the door, and his dresser was to the left of that. What that meant was, once my Dad was done showering, he'd have to walk out of his bathroom (usually totally naked, but sometimes with a towel around his waist) directly across the sliver of vision I made by opening his door, and I would get a few glorious seconds to see him totally naked. My Dad wasn't the kind of Dad who would wander around our house in the buff, or even in his underwear that often. He usually wore at least gym shorts around the house, so seeing him in the nude wasn't something I was used to. I'll never forget the wafting smell of steam from his shower, mixed with his soap and shampoo, that I would get when he came out. I would crouch down low and peek in through the tiny crack between his door and the frame, and watch while he pulled on his clothes from his dresser. I almost always got a good look at his ass, and every once in a while he would turn in my direction before he put on his boxer briefs, and I would get a glimpse of the dick that made me. It looked huge to me, even soft, the dark rosy tip poking through a thick bush of jet black pubic hair. His balls always hung low and heavy (so much bigger than my own small, pink ones) a darker brown than the skin that surrounded them. When soft his dick didn't really hang down much, it just kind of poked forwards, like mine did. I never got the chance to see him hard during those stolen glances, but every morning I would pray that today would be the day. It didn't take long before I was using the camcorder I had gotten for my tenth birthday to try and record some of these moments. I never got anything very good, but the camcorder did have a "night vision" mode that helped me see more of the details in Dad's dark bedroom. It was also sophisticated enough that I could import the footage to my laptop (at a time when that was a rarity), to save for future use. I had found my new supply of porn, and it was closer to home than I ever expected. Soon, sneaking peeks through Dad's door wasn't enough, and I wanted a full view of what I'd only been able to steal glances of. I also started fantaszing about my Dad seeing me naked, or even being naked together, and began formulating plans to make those fantasties a reality. A few times I waited around in my bedroom in the nude, at times when I knew my Dad was likely to need to ask me a question or something, but he would always just ask what he needed without opening the door and move on. I realized I would need to take a more direct approach, if I ever wanted to take things further. The 7th grade locker room had taught me something else, aside from the fact I liked boys. More than just boys, I liked seeing them in their underwear, especially white briefs. Most of us had switched to boxers in elementary school (myself included), but a few boys in my class still rocked the tighty whities. I rubbed my dick raw some nights fantasizing about the glimpses I would catch of their cocks and balls wrapped snugly in that white cotton, and imagining scenarios of me touching and sucking what was underneath. That summer I remembered that my Dad wore white briefs too most of the time I was growing up, but switched to boxer briefs after my parents split up. I spent a good amount of time thinking back on the memories I had of seeing him in his briefs, too. It was a Friday morning when I decided to put my plan into action, after days of agonizing over it. I couldn't tell if I was more turned on by the idea of what I was going to attempt, or if I was more terrified of all the things that could go wrong. That sunny Friday in June, I decided to find out. I found my Dad in the living room, sitting on the couch in black gym shorts and a t-shirt, typing away on his laptop. That usually meant he was working, but after staying up almost all night the night before, unable to sleep because of my nerves, I knew I couldn't wait any longer. He didn't like it when I interruped his work, but with my dick throbbing in my black jeans, I didn't care. "Hey, Dad?" I asked, standing at the entryway between the hall and the living room. Dad stopped typing, and looked at me over the screen of his computer. "Yeah, Jordan?" He responded, tilting his laptop's display down slightly to see me better. "Can I... I mean, I have a kind of weird thing to ask..." I mumbled, suddenly feeling intensely shy. I could feel my face start to flush, and Dad finally closed his laptop all the way, setting it on the coffee table next to our couch. He looked me up and down, and I hoped he couldn't see my boner though my jeans. "What's up, buddy?" He asked, using his nickname for me. "Is it guy stuff?" I nodded. Guy stuff was Dad's euphemism for things like talking about sex, or the human body. He called it that because he said it was supposed to stay "between us guys." "Kind of," I mumbled, and Dad patted the spot next to him on the couch. I didn't know if I could tolerate being so close to him while I was feeling so intensely horny (I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, and I felt like there was a hot stone in the pit of my stomach), but I moved to the couch and sat next to him anyway. Dad waited politely for me to say something, and I stared at my hands, folded in my lap. I couldn't help but notice Dad's bare thigh in my peripheral vision, the dark brown skin speckled with coarse, black hair, and it distracted me. "What's going on, bud?" Dad prompted, nudging me with his arm. "Is something the matter?" I swallowed nervously, and shook my head. My dark brown hair was just long enough to peek into the top of my vision, and I slowly turned to look Dad in his chocolate colored eyes. "I... I was wondering if I could get new underwear?" I asked, feeling a rush of blood in my face. My skin was way lighter than my Dad's, more like my mom's alabaster than his dark caramel, and I knew the flush was evident on my cheeks. Dad's eyebrows shot up, and he almost laughed. "Is that it?" Dad asked, smiling at me. "Your boxers getting too small or something?" I shook my head again, and it took a moment for me to find my voice. "It's not that. It's just..." I swallowed heavily again, my mouth suddenly unbearably dry. "I... I think I want to wear something else. Not boxers. They..." I paused, my heartbeat so loud in my ears I was sure my Dad could hear it. "Sometimes when I... get... e-erec..." "Erections?" My Dad offered, and I saw a tinge of red ghost over his face as well. He tried his best to keep a straight face, but I could tell this was getting into embarassing territory for him as well. I nodded, in response. "I get them sometimes," I continued, voice shaking. "At school, and stuff, and my underwear just lets them poke out. It's really embarassing, and uncomfortable sometimes. Is there something I can get that will keep my... you know..." "Penis," Dad said, questioningly. He was pretty patient with this kind of stuff, but one thing he insisted on was that I use the proper words for my anatomy. I nodded my head again. "Is there something that will keep my... penis... down, when that happens?" I looked into Dad's eyes as long as I was able to, but eventually looked away. This was harder than I thought it was going to be, and the shyness wasn't an act. I suddenly felt intensely awkward, and fidgeted in my seat. "Well," Dad began, scatching the back of his head and trailing off. "It certainly isn't a unique problem, you're having, bud. Every guy has a phase where they can't control what's in their pants. I know I did when I was your age." I knew he was trying to make me feel better, but the mental image of my Dad with an uncontrollable boner did nothing to calm my nerves. "I get what you mean, though, and different underwear could certainly help," he continued. "It can't keep you from getting an erection, but it could make it easier to... manage, and keep in a discreet position." "Did you ever wear any that are better than boxers for that? Can I switch?" I pleaded, trying to read my Dad's face. He didn't look horny, but this had definitely worked for one part of my plan, at least. I knew my Dad was thinking about my penis, and maybe he even knew I was thinking about his. "Well, maybe you should think about it for a little while, buddy," he offered, gently. "Are the other boys in the locker room going to tease you if you switch to something else?" "I don't care," I said firmly, shaking my head. "Boxers are so uncomfortable to me, and I really hate them. They're so embarassing, I hate it." Dad seemed surprised at how stong my feelings were about this, and I wondered if I had laid it on too thick. I wasn't lying about the boner issue, or wanting to change to different undies. I wondered if it was weird to have such strong feelings about underwear, though. "Alright," Dad said, holding his hands up. "I hear you. We can get you new undies some time, sure. If you're positive that's what you want. I don't want to have you coming back when the school year starts begging for boxers again." I felt my face light up, and shook my head. "I won't, I promise. I never want to wear boxers again." Dad's eyebrows shot up again, and again wondered if I was being overly enthusiastic. He just chukcled, though, and ruffled my hair. "Alright, alright, I get it. Next time we go to the store, we'll pick some up, okay?" My face fell, and I groaned. "Can we go now?" I pleaded, using my best "puppy-dog eyes," as Dad called them. "Please?" "I'm working right now, buddy," Dad said, chidingly. "Is it that much of an emergency?" "Please, Dad?" I begged. "I really feel awful having to wear these underwear, can we just go really quick?" Dad sighed, and rubbed his eyes. I could tell he thought I was being weird, but I was beyond the point of caring. My plan was going so well up until now, and I couldn't stand waiting any longer for my payoff. "Fine," Dad said finally, and slapped his knees. "Go get dressed." I jumped up off the couch, while my Dad stood. I snuck a quick peek, and suspected that Dad wasn't wearing underwear underneath his gym shorts. He seemed to have been going commando more and more around the house recently, I'd noticed, from the way his bulge kind of bounced when he moved. I grabbed him into a quick hug, squeezing him as tightly as I could, and hoped he didn't feel it when I pressed my belly into his bugle a little when I did. I didn't stay like that for more than a second, before I ran off to my room. Ten minutes later, we were in Dad's SUV on our way to the store. I wasn't quite sure which one we would go to, but I didn't really care. I knew I still had the hurdle of asking for briefs specifically, the least cool underwear there is, and that Dad probably wouldn't agree to that super quickly. I really didn't care though, I had gotten this far, and there was no way I was going to back down now. We pulled into the Target parking lot, and it felt like Dad moved agonizingly slowly getting out of the car and walking into the store. He grabbed a cart, and I followed him as we made our way to the clothing section. Dad seemed like he was feeling a little uncomfortable, and I tried not to walk too close to him and make things more awkward. It took me a second to reaize that Dad was taking me to the men's section, and not the boy's. My heart fluttered a bit as we entered the underwear aisle, and Dad and I looked around. "Figured you might as well graduate to men's sizes at this point, right bud?" He asked, and looked over at me. He seemed to be trying to figure out my size by looking me over, until he eventually sighed and shrugged his shoulders. He reached for a package of colorful boxer briefs, size small, and looked over at me questioningly. "Is this what you were thinking, Jordan?" He asked, holding the package out to me. I tried not to spend too much time staring at the model on the package, before looking back at my Dad. "Do those... work... well?" I asked, looking furtively around, and hoping Dad would catch my meaning. There weren't many people around us, it was a Friday morning after all, but I kept my voice down anyway. I was suddenly feeling extremely shy again. "Um, well," Dad mumbled, confirming my suspicion that he was feeling awkward too. "I can't say for certain, but I think they'd work fine for your... needs." I clammed up for a moment when another man my Dad's age strolled his cart into the aisle with us. He didn't pay us any attention, instead browsing the selection of underwear the same way we were, I imagine trying to find things in his size. He looked like he might have been a construction worker or something, he was stocky and tall, and was wearing a ball cap. I took the package of boxer briefs from my Dad, pretending to consider them, before putting them back on the shelf. "I don't know," I said, quietly. The other man in the aisle looked over at us when I spoke, before quickly going back to his browsing. "Did you wear any that... you know worked?" Dad's face went a little red when I asked that, and I knew he knew what I meant. He cleared his throat, rubbing the hair on the back of his head. "Well," he started, and I suddenly became extremely aware of the boner in my pants. "When I was... your age... I wore stuff like this." Dad reached out, and grabbed exactly what I had hoped he was going to. He handed me the package of white briefs, size small, like it was a dirty secret. My eyes widened when I took them from him, and looked them over. They were Fruit of the Looms, and unlike a lot of the other packages, they didn't have any pictures on the package. Just a logo and the word "BRIEFS" in big bold letters. The waistband had blue and gold stripes around it, with "FRUIT OF THE LOOM" in matching colors. I looked back up at Dad, and noticed the other man in the aisle was a lot closer now. I worried he might be waiting for us to move, so that he can get one of the items we were standing in front of. I wanted him to go away, so that this could be the private moment between me and my Dad that I had imagined. "They... worked, for you?" I asked, swallowing heavily. Dad's face was still pretty red when he spoke. "Yeah, they worked," he said. "They might not be the coolest thing to get, though," he cautioned me. I shook my head. I held the 7-pack of briefs in my hand, and looked back at the rows of underwear in front of us. "What size do you wear?" I asked, looking back at Dad. "Me?" He asked, surprised. "Uhh, large. Why?" I moved over to the other, similar packages of briefs, and grabbed one in his size. He didn't seem to know what to say when I came back, and put both in the cart. "Is it..." I mumbled, staring at my feet. "I mean, would it be okay if..." I sighed, and looked him in the eye. "I know the other boys are gonna tease me and, I just thought... I think I'd feel better if I knew you wore them too? I think it might... help?" I could see Dad clenching and unclenching his jaw for a few seconds, before the stranger's hand suddenly clapped him on the shoulder. "Ain't nothing wrong with the classics, right Dad?" The stranger asked, before he moved over and grabbed a package of white Hanes briefs in a size XL. He tossed them in his cart, before looking over at me and winking. "You just tell those other boys that REAL men wear whatever they damn well please. That's what me and my boy do." He went back to the shelf and got a package of briefs in my size, Small, and added those to his cart too. He squeezed my Dad's shoulder, before taking his cart and moving over to look at some socks away from us. My Dad seemed a little dazed for a moment, before he sighed. "Yeah, alright," he said, and patted my shoulder. "Nothing wrong with the classics." He finally seemed to come back to reality, and looked me over. I found myself hoping, again, that my boner wasn't visible in my jeans. "Nothing wrong with a boy wanting to wear what his Dad is wearing, either." We took another moment to look over at the vast selection of underwear, before Dad moved his cart over to another section. I was worried that Dad was going to try and suggest boxer briefs again, before he picked up a packge for a type of underwear I had never seen before. "What about trying these too, Jordan?" He asked, handing the package to me. I looked it over, stunned. Inside were a wild variety of colors and patterns, and the package said "Hanes Bikini Briefs." The picture on the front showed a model wearing the tiniest pair of briefs I'd ever seen in a bright blue, with dots all over. His bulge looked huge to me. "Those look more like young man's underwear to me, don't you think?" Dad asked, waiting for me to say something. I swallowed heavily, and shrugged. "I guess," I said, trying to hide the massive excitement I felt. I had never seen anyone my age wearing anything like this, but I wasn't about to tell my Dad that. I added them to the cart, and went back to the shelf to look more closely at the other options. I picked out another package of different colors, and then spent a while finding the same patterns in a Large. I took the three packs I had picked out, and added them to the cart. "Nothing wrong with a boy wanting to wear what his Dad is wearing, right?" I asked, quietly. I tried to play it like I was shy, and asking Dad to wear them to help me feel less uncomfortable, and hoped beyond hope he wouldn't guess that I really just wanted to see his bulge looking like the model on the package. Dad paused for a second again, before shaking his head. "Alright," he said, but I could tell I was pushing it. "That enough?" I think he was asking if I thought I had gotten enough underwear, and I paused for a second to consider. I nodded my head, and my Dad sighed in relief. "Alright," he said, steering the cart out of the underwear aisle, and moving towards the rear of the store. I could tell he was uncomfortable with what had just happened, so I tried to keep quiet and on my best behavior. We were making our way around the clothing sections, probably toward the front to check out, when Dad stopped at a display of a bunch of huge boxes on top of each other. I moved up next to him, and saw that they were above-ground pools, on sale for the summer. "Dad?" I asked, confused. He looked at me, and them hummed deep in his throat. "You think that would fit in the back patio?" He asked, gesturing to the pools. Suddenly, my mind was totally off underwear, and I was a giddy 13 year old like any other. "What?! Yeah! I bet!" I said, excitedly. Dad chuckled. "Yeah, I think you're right," he said, and patted me on the head. "And it might keep you from getting fat by playing video games and eating junk food all summer." "Heeeeyyyy," I whined, and playfully nudged him. "I'm not getting fat." "Not yet," he said, eyeing me over. "But who's to say it won't happen? Gotta get in some excerise, right?" I huffed, and Dad laughed. He waved down one of the employees walking by, and asked about getting one of the pools. They said to just go to the checkout, and they would bring it over for us. "Guess we'll need to get bathings suits too then, huh Jordan?" Dad asked me, smiling. I nodded, and Dad and I went back to the clothing section. We picked out some swim trunks (blue for me, grey for Dad), and went to the chekout. The guy checking us out wasn't much older than I was, maybe 16. I couldn't figure out why he was smirking at me until I saw that he was scanning all the briefs I got. With the sizes, it was obvious that they were for me, and not just my Dad. My face was beet red as Dad checked out, and an employee brought out the pool for us on a cart. They brought it out to our car for us, and even helped Dad load it into the trunk. Soon enough, Dad was pulling his SUV into our driveway, and we were awkwardly unloading the heavy box and moving it into the backyard. After much effort, we finally got it onto the concrete patio in Dad's backyard, and Dad sent me back to close up the car and grab the bag from the front. I brought the bag inside just as Dad was coming in from the backyard. He gently took the bag from me, and went over to the kitchen counter just off the living room to take all the items out. He separated out our purchases, my underwear and bathing suit, and then his, and told me to go put mine away in my room. He took his new items and went into his bedroom as I went into mine. I took a moment in the privacy of my room to finally let myself get excited. It had worked!!! My plan had gone perfectly! Not only had I gotten my own briefs, but I'd even convinced Dad to get some too! I had talked to Dad about my boner, which means he had to think about my penis, at least a little bit. I wondered if he was curious to see mine at all, the way I wanted to see his. I thought probably not, but a boy can dream, right? And then I was alone in my room with three packages of briefs, the items I had been drooling over for a full year. I looked at the packages carefully, and turned them over in my hands. I couldn't remember being harder in my whole life. I wondered if it was okay to just put them on now, or if I had to wash them first. Just as soon as I thought that, I knew I couldn't stand to wait, and tore into the pack of white briefs. I dumped out the content of the package onto my bed, and stared at them. Each pair was neatly rolled up, and taped to keep them in that shape. I did the same for the two packages of bikini briefs I'd gotten, and stared at the pile I'd made. I hastily stripped off my clothes, naked and achingly hard, taking a moment to assess my boner. It was hard as a rock, just over 3" long, and circumcised. I didn't have any pubes yet, but hoped I would soon. The light pink tip matched my balls, drawn taught to my body. I wondered how it would feel pressed up against the white cotton of my new briefs. I picked up a white pair, and gently pulled the tape off. Once I did, the pair unfurled, and I was holding a pair of tighty whities up by the waistband. I stared at them for a moment, before carefully stepping into them. My whole body was shaking as I slowly slid them up my thighs, and pulled them up all the way. I very nearly came when I felt them slide against the underside of my penis, and suddenly my penis and balls were wrapped snugly in cotton. They felt even more amazing than I had imagined they would, and I groped my bulge in them to see how it felt. Oh god, it felt FANTASTIC! Suddenly there was a knock on my bedroom door, and I jumped. "Jordan? You all good in there?" Dad asked through the door. I swallowed before answering. "Yeah," I replied, raising my voice a little to make sure it carried through the door. "Just... trying things on." "Everything fit okay?" My Dad asked, and I looked down at the briefs to assess. "I think so?" I said, honestly unsure of what I should be checking for. I heard Dad clear his throat before he responded. "Do you want me to take a look for you? Make sure everything's the right size?" Dad asked, and I was stunned silent. I considered whether I wanted him to see me like this, before my boner won out over my common sense. "Sure, I guess," I said, and Dad slowly opened my bedroom door. I stood there facing him, wearing nothing but my new white briefs, less hard than I had been before but still far from soft. My whole body was shaking when I heard Dad gasp, his eyes glued to the stark, white cotton on my crotch. He stood in the doorway for a moment before coughing into his hand, and seemed to come back to his senses. "Uh, turn around, let me see how the back fits?" Dad asked, and I turned away from him. He spent a while looking at the back, to the point that I started to wonder if something was wrong, before I suddenly felt his hand on my shoulder. I hadn't heard him come closer, and I jumped when he touched me. "Sorry," Dad murmured, and I turned to face him. I tried to ignore the fact that I could feel myself getting harder, knowing that my underwear would do nothing to hide it. He glanced at my crotch again, just for the briefest of seconds, before his face went red and he very purposefully met my eyes. "Are uh... Do the legs feel tight or anything? Anything... squeezed?" Dad asked, choking over the last word. I shook my head, and felt my face going a similar red to Dad's. "No they... uhm, I mean, they feel... good." I said, and Dad nodded. "Good," he said, patting my shoulder. "I thought you'd be grown enough for men's sizes now, glad I was right." Dad turned away to walk out of my room, pausing with his hand on the doorknob before walking out. "If it helps," he said, and reached into the waistband of his shorts. He hooked his thumb around a white waistband underneath, and tugged upward slightly, showing the waistband of his own pair of white briefs that he was wearing. I gasped, knowing that Dad was wearing the same underwear I was. "Mine uh... they fit too." Dad walked out and closed my door, and I was left with my chest heaving. I tried to get my breathing under control, before I realized that I was so hard my penis was making a tent in my briefs. It was pointed directly upwards, and was pushing them out so hard that even the leg bands were stretched a bit. I looked down at it, incredibly turned on by the view. I ran my hand over the bulge, and shivered with the surge of pleasure that ran through me. I did it again, and then suddenly I was rubbing myself furiously through the briefs, and knew I was only seconds away from coming. With a few more strokes I gasped, my penis pulsing in my new briefs, and a small wet spot appeared on the front of them. It wasn't much cum, but the feeling of it shooting into my briefs made my legs buckle, and I fell onto my bed. My whole body was alight with electricity, and I whimpered through my orgasm as it crashed through me. I don't know how long I spent like that, collapsed on my bed, gasping for air, before my senses came back to me. I heard Dad in the backyard, moving and rustling things about. I imagined he was setting up our new pool. I looked down at my briefs, still tented by my wilting penis, damp in the front from the diminuative load of cum I had just shot into them. Slowly, I stripped them off, and tossed them into my hamper. I let my penis air out for a little while before picking up another white pair, and slipping them on. I was tempted to try on some of the bikini briefs, but I was more tempted by the idea of Dad and I wearing the same underwear. I took my time like that, wearing only my new briefs, while I put away the new underwear I'd gotten. I took all my boxers out of my dresser and dumped them on the floor, deciding that I was just going to toss them all into the trash. When I was done I slipped my clothes back on, picked up the pile of boxers, and went through the garage to get to the garbage cans in the backyard. Once I had thrown out all the old undies, I went around the house and found Dad on the patio, pulling the last pieces out of the pool box. Dad and I spent the afternoon putting out new pool together. There was a lot more to it than I expected, with the large pool itself, a ladder, pump, and checmicals to keep the water clean. After a lot of time spent blowing up the inflatable ring of the pool, and assembling the ladder and pump, we started filling the pool with the hose. It ended up being around twelve feet across, and three feet deep. We quickly realized it would probably take a while to fill, like maybe a couple hours, and cleaned up all the mess of the packaging that had been left behind, and went into the house. By the time we had finished, the sun was getting low in the sky. Dad and I were both sweaty from working in the sun all day, and we flopped down onto the couch next to each other. I was reflecting on what a success the day had been, and getting a little hard remembering Dad seeing me boned up in my briefs, when he asked if I wanted to order pizza for dinner. I agreed enthusiastically, and Dad hopped off the couch to grab the phone in the kitchen and make the order. While he was in there, he pulled a beer for himself out of the fridge, which was rare for him to do. The night didn't get much cooler while the sun set, and Dad sipped his beer while I sat next to him on the couch, sweaty and waiting for the pizza to arrive. I eventually got up to go pee, and went to the bathroom in the hall to relieve myself. While I was peeing, my open jeans slipped down my legs, and I sighed at the cool feeling of wind between my legs. I finished up, shook off the last few drips, and tucked myself away in my briefs. I took a few moments to look at myself in the bathroom mirror. My bulge in my briefs just barely peeked out underneath my t-shirt, showing only the round cup of cotton cradling my balls, and a tiny peek of my butt in the back. My briefs were slightly damp all over from my sweat during the day, and were the tiniest hint transparent as a result. If you looked closely, you could see the blush of pink at the tip of my penis, and my pale skin showed through the white fabric of the back. It was then that I got a slightly horny idea, and slipped my feet out of my jeans altogether. I washed my hands quickly, and picked up my jeans off the bathroom floor. I opened the door, and made my way down the hallways pantsless, slipping into my room quickly to dump my jeans on the floor. I focused on keeping myself from getting hard as I padded back into the living in just my t-shirt and briefs. My Dad looked up at me, and raised his eyebrows. It wasn't that unusual for one of us to hang out in just our undies, but the difference now was I was putting a lot more on display. The briefs really didn't hide a thing, but I tried to act nonchalant as I flopped back onto the couch, pressed up against Dad's side. "No pants?" Dad asked me, looking me over. I shrugged my shoulders and met his eyes, trying not to betray anything with my expression. "It's hot," I said, matter of factly. My Dad looked like he wanted to say something, but he just took a sip of his beer instead. Just as Dad opened his mouth to speak, there was a knock on the door. I sat up excitedly as Dad stood and moved to the front door, around the corner and out of sight from the living room. I heard him speaking with the pizza delivery person before, to my surprise, he walked back around the corner with the delivery driver behind him. "You can just leave it on the table there," Dad said, gesturing to the kitchen table that was just across from the couch I was sitting on. I searched desperately for something to cover myself up with but I couldn't find anything before the teenage boy holding our pizza came around the corner. He acted like he didn't see me, and set the pizza on the table, while Dad ran to his bedroom to get the cash for the delivery. While we were alone in the living room, the delivery guy looked me up and down, and smirked. "Nice tighty whities," he said, clearly sarcastically. I cupped my hands over my bulge, trying to hide it from his view. Dad jogged back down the hallway, and handed a few bills to the pizza guy. "Keep the change," Dad said, and ushered the pizza guy back out the door. My face was burning when I heard the door close, and Dad came back into the living room. "Pizza's here!" Dad said, and looked back at me. I took a while to get up off the couch, and shuffle over to the kitchen table. Dad got plates out of the cupboard for us, and served us both slices of pizza. He grabbed another beer from the fridge, and we took our pizza and sat back on the couch. Dad didn't seem to think at all about the delivery guy seeing me in my underwear, and he never brought it up. We ate our pizza in silence, watching whatever was on TV, while I tried to calm down after my embarassment from earlier. After a while we heard splashing coming from the backyard. Dad dashed out back to check the pool, and found it overflowing slightly. He quickly stopped the hose, and pulled it out of our newly filled pool. The moon was out in full force by now, and we agreed to try the new pool out in the morning. The whole time I stayed in just my shirt and briefs. After we finished our pizza, and Dad had finished his third beer, we were both pretty tired. We were both yawning pretty heavy when Dad patted me on the shoulder. "What do you say we head to bed, bud?" Dad asked. I yawned again, and nodded in agreement. Dad stood up and stretched, and I followed suit. "I'm gonna hop in a shower, you probably should too, buddy." My heart lept, and I nodded silently. Dad made his way to his room, and I went into mine. I picked out an outfit to wear to bed, a loose t-shirt and a pair of the bikini briefs I wanted to try, and then I heard the noise of Dad's shower turning on. I debated with myself for a moment before slowly creeping out of my room, and up the hall to Dad's bedroom door. Dad's door was closed, but that didn't matter. I did what I had done a thousand times before, and pushed it open gently, just enough to make a barely perceptible crack in the doorway that I could peek through. Dad had left the lights on in his room, and I crouched down low and pressed my face to the crack in the door, angling myself for the best possible view. My heart was pounding the entire time I stayed crouched there, my white briefs stretched taut over my butt, for what felt like an impossibly long time. Finally, I heard the water shutoff, and I knew it was only a matter of time before Dad came out. Steam billowed into Dad's room when he opened his bathroom door. I held my breath as I watched him walk out of the bathroom, completely bare, skin still glitening with moisture from the shower. He was walking away from me, towards his dresser, and I stared at his butt while he walked. It was the same dark caramel color of the rest of his body, wide and round, hairless and jiggling with each step he took. He opened the top drawer of his dresser, sorting through it for a while, taking longer than he did normally. Finally he picked something out and turned around, finally facing towards me, and I got a view of his front. His penis looked the same as it had when I'd seen it before, soft, dark pink, poking through a thick bush of pubic hair and bouncing up and down as he moved. His balls were pendulous, hanging low in their pouch, easily twice as big as mine, or larger. He bent over to put on the underwear he had picked out, and as he pulled them up I saw they were another pair of the Fruit of the Loom briefs we had bought earlier. The white cotton stood in stark contrast to his dark skin, and he paused with them pulled halfway up his thighs to adjust his penis and balls before he pulled them all the way up. He ran his fingers around the waistband, snapping it against his waist, before he turned back around and then through the other drawers in his dresser. I backed away from the door slowly, knowing I had seen the best I was going to get, and padded quietly back to my bedroom. I was hard as a rock when I entered my room, my boner poking the front of my briefs outward. I adjusted myself, trying to angle it in a way that was less conspicuous, when I heard my door being pushed open. I turned around to see Dad in the doorway, wearing his robe. He had left it open though, and underneath he only had on a white t-shirt and his white briefs. I couldn't help but stare at his bulge for a moment, and when I looked up I saw him watching my face. He had to know that I had just been looking, but he didn't say anything. He also had to have noticed my erection, but he didn't say anything about that either. "Don't forget to take a shower before bed, bud," he said, and came into my room. He ruffled my hair, before leaning down to kiss the top of my head. "I love you." I was speechless standing there in front of my Dad, both of us in just a shirt and briefs. He pulled me into a hug, and I wrapped my arms around him, returning the gesture. Dad pulled back and ruffled my hair again, smiling down at me. "I'm glad you're enjoying your new undies, Jordan," he said, and winked at me. "Sleep well." He walked back to his room, leaving my bedroom door open. Was he talking about my boner? He had to have seen it, like he had earlier when he came in while I was trying my briefs on. Did he know I was turned on wearing them? "That's impossible," I mumbled to myself, and gathered up my things to shower. The hot water felt amazing after a long sweaty day, and I stayed hard the whole time in anticipation of the new undies I had to try out. My erection bobbed up and down as I dried myself off, and when I stepped out of the shower stall I picked up my outfit of choice. I started by slipping the new bikini briefs on, and gasped. They felt almost nothing like the tighty whities. They were much more snug, hugging every contour of my body, and the fabric was both softer and thinner. They also didn't go nearly as far up my waist, just barely covering the top of my penis and then stopping. I looked in the mirror, and every line on my penis was in clear view. They were the same light blue with dots that the model on the package had worn, and just like the model, they made even my modest package look impressive. I looked at my butt, and the way they hugged it made it look rounder and more full. I don't think this was what Dad had in mind when he bought them for me, but I felt SEXY in these briefs. I almost didn't bother slipping on the shirt I meant to wear for pajamas, but I got too nervous about the chance of Dad seeing me on my way back to my room, so I put it on. It turns out I didn't need to worry though, by the time I left the bathroom, I could hear snoring coming from Dad's room. I went back into my bedroom, and fell into my bed. I laid there, thinking about the events of the day, and how much better everything had gone than I'd planned. I convinced Dad to get tighty whities, he saw me in mine, he even probably saw me hard, and I got to see him in his too. Plus, I got a great show of him coming out of the shower, which I played back over and over in my mind. As the images of Dad naked and in briefs played in my head, I drifted off to sleep.