Date: Thu, 17 May 2018 15:48:53 -0400 From: thebearwriter Subject: Dad's Dirty Underwear 02 (incest, urination) Thanks a lot for all the hard work of the Nifty archivists. Nifty is a free website, so if you enjoy the content here, please consider making a donation: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html https://thebearwriter.neocities.org/ I'd love to hear your thoughts on this. You can reach me at thebearwriter+nifty@protonmail.com or hit me up on kik: thebearwriter If you liked this story, consider joining my mailing list: https://mailchi.mp/701831e17ab6/thebearwriters-mailing-list ***** "Weren't holidays supposed to be over by now?" Dad asked. He sat in front of me in our table, and was scrolling up and down on your phone while he held a mug of coffee in this other hand. "Yeah, college's back this Wednesday. Why do you ask, got tired of me?" "Out with that grin, Adrian, I'm just curious." I took a bite of my toast and gulped my juice. "I know, I know. It's not like I didn't do anything, right? I still have my part-time job and I was doing laundry and dishes as agreed. You got nothing on me, old man." Dad threw a bit of his leftover toast at me. "Now you're talking me back? You rascal, don't go all smart on me or I may have to punish you," he said, laughing. He didn't know yet, of course, how much I was anticipating such punishment. "Roger that, master". We both laughed. It's been eight days since I first messaged Dad to order some of his used briefs and socks for myself using an alternative e-mail address. He only messaged me back on the next day, and after we agreed on the price I transferred him the amount through PayPal under a new fake account I created specifically for that. Once he confirmed me the amount was received he gave me four days to ship the goods. Today Dad's leaving to work at a cafe in downtown. Prior to discovering his side business I just thought this was something he used to do to connect with people and socialize, since everyone complains he stay too much at home, but now I get it: what better moment to inconspicuously go out and ship the goods to his customers without raising suspicions of his own son? My package had to be in his suitcase by now, ready to be shipped. "Alright, that was fun," Dad said as he got up and collected his dishes to leave on the kitchen counter. "Please don't forget to do the laundry for us." "Sure, sure." Dad pulled his suitcase that was hanging in the chair to his shoulder. "I'll be back after lunch, see ya." "Eh, Dad?" "What's up, Son?" "Can you spare some minutes? I want to get your opinion about something?" To be completely honest my first reaction to seeing Dad selling filthy underwear online was to just purchase and jerk off to it. There's something about the transgression of lusting after my own father that makes me extra horny. If I could harness something else out of him, out of this situation, that'd be a bonus. Dad was adamant about not taking nude pictures for any of his clients, no negotiation, period. It was after I investigated his browsing history in his second browser client, full of dad and son porn, that I saw the real opportunity: fucking and getting fucked by Dad. What excited me the most is that most of the incest videos also featured mild pig play: often one of them were serviced by a jet of piss up on their mouths or asses, and domination was a common theme among them. What's more important: most of the couples also had similar bodies to ours: stocky, hairy dads fucking or being fucked by their skinny, hairless, boyish sons. Seeing that alone almost made me cum hands-free fantasizing about playing as Dad's fuck-toy. Now, how would one push their Dad, seduce him, to the bed? That's the real riddle. I obviously couldn't tell him I knew about his business and neither could talk about his e-mail messages and anything else I found in his cloned hard-drive, or else I'd risk Dad losing all trust on me or tagging me as a creepy snooper, so the first move had to be mine. First goal of the Getting Fucked by Dad Plan: establish common ground. "It's... complicated. To be honest I'm a little embarrassed to talk about this with you, Dad." Thank goodness my bottom was well hidden by the table, because I'd have trouble as I tried to hide my boner from Dad. Dad opened his eyes wide. "You didn't impregnate Evelyn, right?" "W-what? No, Dad, no." "Did you catch an STD?" "Dad, what the fuck, it's nothing like this. Sit down, please? You're making me real nervous." So he sat down again. "Well, I had to ask. Sorry about that, son. So, what is it?" I scratched my chin and tried to avert his gaze. "Stop looking at me like this, it's nothing serious. I'm just... I just want to get your opinion, right?" Dad lowered his shoulders and sighed. "Alright, I'm listening." "It's about sex. Me and Evelyn... I'm not feeling it." "Feeling what? You want to break up?" "No. Maybe. I don't know. I mean I don't feel as horny when I'm with her anymore." Dad just nodded. "Things were fine in the beginning. I mean, she's hot and all, but I want... more." "I'm listening." "So here's the embarrassing and complicated part: ever since I opened up to Evelyn about trying some things, she hasn't been the same with me anymore. Actually, if we're to break up, I believe she'll be the one to bring it up." Dad raised his eyebrow. "Let me grab some juice for me. So you're worried you two might end up breaking up after all," he said as he got up and moved behind the counter to reach the fridge. As he poured juice on a glass to himself, he continued: "Son, you do most people have some fetishes, right? If your partner doesn't want to be part of them, you can only respect them. You want some too?" "Nah, I'm fine. I mean, I'm not pushing it, but I fear Evelyn is not the person I thought I knew." "What do you mean?" He said, still behind the counter. I took a deep breath and scratched my head. "You know, Evelyn loves you and respects you and Mark and all, but I think things are different when it's about our partners. One of the things I asked her was... to peg me." Dad spilled his juice and choked in laughter. "You know, about all things you could be afraid of telling me, I would never imagine this to be one of them. The son of a gay dad afraid of telling him he wants to get fucked in the ass. Now that's news!" Clap. Clap. Clap. "Yeah, real classy, Dad," I said, staring at him with half-closed eyes. After he finished cleaning the tears off his eyes he said "Sorry, Son, you caught me off-guard, that's all. I was expecting anything else but this. Anyway, and what did she answer?" "Something on the lines of 'I wasn't expecting this from YOU'." "I guess that's kind of understandable? Can't see the wrong here with her answer." "True. That might've been the final straw for her, though." "How come?" "It's not the first time I ask her about doing something different." Dad got back from the kitchen and sat down again. "Go on." "I can already see you laughing your ass off, but whatever, I need to talk to someone: I'm into some, let's say, filthier varieties of kink." As I was hoping, Dad didn't laugh. Instead, he crossed his arms and leaned on the table, his eyes all fired up towards me. "I see, I see. Out of curiosity, what do you mean by 'filthier'?" "You're going to make me say it, won't you?" "Hey, I'm here to listen. And Adrian, I'm your Dad, you can count on me." I looked to the side, trying to keep my facade. "Well, I've asked her if I could piss on her once... and also if she could piss on me." Dad raised his head but otherwise just nodded. "I see, I see. Well, unless you insisted on the matter I still can't understand the problem. Unless... was that it?" "Well... no. Fuck, Dad, I'll come clean to you. I suggested a threesome once. She was receptive to the idea as once she confessed being turned on by - excuse the expression, her words, not mine - sugar daddies," I said, trying to not look too much at Dad. "Then I made the stupid suggestion of hinting that I would, you know, interact with the daddy too," I stopped and rolled my eyes a bit, "sorry, saying 'daddy' in this context is very awkward." Dad leaned back on his chair, took both his hands behind his head and looked at the ceiling. "No, no, it's just - sorry, I'm just trying to process everything." "Figured as much. Sorry, it's very awkward for me to open up about my fetishes, but now Evelyn isn't behaving the same when we have sex and I'm still, so to speak, very curious about so many things." Dad sat upright and looked at me again. "OK, first things first: you don't have to be ashamed of having fetishes. It just happens that your girlfriend isn't into them and that's affecting your relationship. That's another thing to take care of." "Another thing?" "Yeah. Why the hell did you take so long to tell your own father you were curious about men? We could have talked so much. You didn't tell your mother first, right?" "No. Actually, me and Mom never even talked about sex. I took almost all advice from you." "Right," he nodded. "There's a lot to unpack here. Do you know what a sugar daddy means, right?" "Myself, yes, but I don't think she did at the time. She actually meant older, bulkier men." Dad tried to shrug off his smirk. "I see, I see. And you're into them too?" "Ah, yes. Fuck, sometimes it's hard for me to concentrate on my workout at the gym with that many hairy, big dudes walking around. Not only that, their smell gets me too. The sweat, the musk." Dad lowered one arm below the table and twitched in his chair. Being his son it's only natural that we shared some quirks, some gestures. That one meant he was adjusting his cock inside his pants. "Son, I'm really happy we're having this conversation. Looks like we share some tastes." I liked how he subtly pronounced the word 'some'. "You could have come and talked to me earlier, but no problem. And you're into water sports as well." "Y-yes. I didn't use that term because I was afraid you wouldn't know it." "It's okay. To be honest, I've tried it as well, although now that Mark's abroad taking care of his Masters things have been quieter for me." "Too bad Evelyn didn't want to try it. Wow, Dad, didn't know you were into these kinds of things. Today I really came to know more about you." "I can say the same about you, Son. Remember? Up until now I had no idea you were also into men." "Well, to be fair I thought I didn't need to come out to you." Dad shrugged. "Heh, fair. Anyway, you called me to get my opinion on something. So?" "Right. You surely have figured out by now, but I'm not sure if I should stay with Evelyn." "Well, that's easier to say, but if you're not happy with her, and, as you described, she's insecure too, you both can take a break in the relationship. Perhaps you get back together more understanding of each other, perhaps not, we can't say right now." "Right." "Because you know my opinion on cheating on our significant others, right? You know how disappointed I would be at you if I ever found out." "Chill, Dad, I didn't do anything. That's why I'm here." "So take a break and go hit on some of these muscular gym buddies you described," he winked, "and you can ask me for some advice too. I know some things I could teach you." That was fast, and very direct. His cheeks immediately blushed. Dad quickly shook his head and waved his hands in the air. "I mean EXPLAIN to you. Sorry, got the words mixed up." I laughed out of pure nervousness. "R-right. I think that's what I'm going to do. I'll go see Evelyn later today." "You do that." Dad got up and quickly turned to his side, pulling his suitcase back to hang in his shoulder, leaving it right in front of his crotch. "I'll be here for whatever you need, Son. Is there anything else? Perhaps we can talk after I come back?" "No, that's it. Good work at the cafe, Dad, I'll tell you how things unfolded later." "Good luck, Son," he said. He gave me the usual pat in my head and left. Putting all this act paid off much better than I anticipated. Nothing that he said was actually news to me but now I'm much more positive he will, eventually, fall into my arms. After I heard him locking the door on his way out I quickly pulled my cock out. The top of my thigh was totally wet with precum. Since I had searched his room already and only found a wooden box locked by key in his wardrobe, presumably the place where he stores the products he sells online, I went to the laundry room to pick up one of his freshly used underwear to sniff on and jerk off. ***** "So what are we celebrating for?" I said, after Dad poured me a glass of wine after our meal. Dad had brought one bottle of white wine for dinner. Earlier in the afternoon I got a message in my fake e-mail account from - you guessed it - 'dirtybear_74@mymail.com', confirming that the goods were shipped. Nothing much had changed in our routine today, though: he arrived, kept working on his computer from the dinner table, then got up to cook. "Today we can eat something fancier than usual," he said as he prepared us an aromatic seafood pasta al cartoccio with some mussels, prawns and fish. He had uncorked the wine to use on the dish but saved most of it for later. "I got a bonus from a job I delivered recently." "Awesome, Dad! Congratulations, I know you work hard, you deserve it" I said as I raised my glass. "Thanks, Adrian, I'm really happy today." "You think now you can treat me a gift, then?" Dad scowled. "As if. Keep dreaming," he said, laughing. I shrugged. "Can't hurt to try." "You finished eating?" He asked, pointing to my plate. I nodded. "Good, let me take these," then got up and cleaned the table. "Let's leave the dishes for tomorrow, tonight we indulge ourselves." Dad went to the living room and sat on our bigger sofa, spreading his left leg, the bottle of wine in one hand and the glass in the other. I followed him and sat on the ground, leaning my back on his sofa. "So how are you feeling? Have you talked with Evelyn already?" "Yeah, I went to her house earlier today while you were off, we talked, and we broke up." "How did it go? How was she?" "She didn't react to it too well. Apparently we weren't on the same page about the feelings we had to each other." "So she was still-" "Yeah, she still loved me. Loves. I don't know." We both sipped our wine. "Yikes. Are you sure you made the right decision? Evelyn is such a lovely person." "Pretty sure, yeah, and most of it is thanks to you. As I said before, I wasn't as committed to the relationship as she was anymore, so it wasn't fair to her." Almost all of it was true, anyway, it just happened that I pulled the plug when I also started crushing on Dad. Dad put the wine on the ground. "And how are you feeling?" He asked, caressing my head. "Okay, I guess. It's better for us. Hey, Dad?" "Yeah?" "Thanks for the talk we had today. It's good to have someone who shares kinks with you. It was always so hard with Eve." Dad gulped the remainder of his wine at once. "No problems, Son, that's why I'm here, right? You can open up about anything, trust me. Can you get me the bottle, please? I'm already out of wine." I handed the bottle to him. "Here you go. I mean, it's still strange talking about my kinks with you, but you understand me in the end." Dad poured him some more wine, filling the glass up to the middle. "I said earlier today, you and I have quite similar tastes," he pointed. He got down from the sofa and sat beside me on the ground. "Grab me a pillow over there, will you? Ground's too hard." "You're too old." "Shut up and get me a pillow already." We both shared a contained laugh as I handed him one pillow, then got one for myself. "You're old too, it seems." Dad put his arm around me. "You and I have similar tastes, you knew that? When I was your age I was used to go to some saunas. We didn't have apps or phones, then. It was all analog. It was easier to find a good, big bear in places like this, then." "I... are you my Dad, really? I mean, Leandro Martinez, is that you? How have I never heard about that before?" So that's what happens when I open up about sex with Dad. It's like a whole new facet of him, he never talked to me about these things so freely. Or it could be the wine. Dad wasn't known as the best drinker by anyone, ever, and he tends to get tipsy right after the first glass. It was his second now. "What? Aren't saunas normal even today?" "Y-yes, but that's not what I meant." He kept drinking his wine. "Anyway. And you told me earlier that you're also into men. HA! I can already see your Mom saying 'the apple doesn't fall far from the tree', she'll be in shock. Not that it'll matter, of course, you know how she is." "Yup, he's so chill. You didn't have the courage to tell me you were gay when you and Mom got divorced, so she was the one to tell me that." "Hey! I was waiting for the right moment." "She was all like 'oh, Dad is gay, what will be of me now?'." We laughed together. "Cut it out, give your mother some justice." "Yeah, I'm kidding. I know how supportive she was to you at that time." "We're still friends. You should tell her about yourself soon, she might hook you up with some of her coworkers." "Heh, good idea. Although not many of her friends interest me." "They're mostly men like you. You don't feel attracted to them?" We quickly looked at each other then stared at opposite directions. "I just prefer older, bigger and more experienced men. I like meat, I like hair. How about you, do you get turned on by Mom's friends?" "Well, you do have to admit they're really hot." "A man with a body like yours would wreck those twinks up in no time." Dad laughed loudly. "There you go, using gay terms." "You didn't deny." "These times are in the past, son. But if you still want a more direct answer: yes, sometimes I get turned on by them, and would love to fuck them. There, I said it, satisfied now?" "Plenty." "But we're talking about you here. So you like old, big and experienced men, right? Sounds a lot like yours truly here." I'm impressed. Dad's always been a quiet yet bubbly person, almost always never going past limits, and yet here he is joking around like this. Fuck, the plan is going better than I ever anticipated, we always were quite close to each other but this is the most free I've seen him around me on this matter. Perhaps I can provoke him further? Anyway, I giggled nervously. "Well, kind of, that." "Kind of?" "I mean, yes. But it's not like you walk around like you're parading or something so I never thought of you under that light." "Heh? That's the way you compliment your Dad? I work real hard to keep that body, did you know that?" He said, smoothing his chest up and down. "That way you make it hard for me to not stare, Dad." "Hahaha, I'm just teasing you! You don't just like a dad bod, you also like them all sweaty and musky, right?" "Oh lord, you're going to get fixed on that from now on, right?" "And don't forget the piss too. You like some pigs yourself." "Fuck. Yes, Dad, I like all those things. Are you happy now?" "I'm just asking." He grabbed the bottle of wine and turned it upside down. "We're out of wine, can you see if we have some beer in the fridge?" As I got up he finished the last of his wine. If we consider the volume he must have drank almost half the bottle by himself. When I came back from the kitchen with two bottles of beer Dad had moved back to the sofa with his legs crossed. He was wearing the same jeans pants he used to go out and his cock was marking its fabric. His cock didn't seem to be as big as mine but it was without a doubt much thicker. I still was unsure if that was due to the 'liquid courage' or not. "Here you go, Dad," I said as I handed him his beer, then sat at the opposite side of the couch, leaning my back on its arm. "Thanks, Son." "Enjoy, because it's our last booze." "Heh, no way. We can order some more to be delivered here. Relax, Adrian, we're celebrating." "Your bonus, of course." Dad unscrewed his bottle using his shirt. "And my Son wanting to be fucked by a real daddy." After he caught me shooting him with my eyes, he added: "What? It's true, isn't it." He was looking right at me. This time I didn't avoid his gaze. Instead, I looked back, put the bottle in my lips and said "yeah, you can say that," then took a sip. Dad got up and flexed his arms up. "Come on, give your old Dad some credit, I'm still hot as fuck. Tell me, do you think these twinks that work with your Mom would like me?" There, there was my opportunity. "I guess, Dad, you still have some mojo. If the translating business goes wrong you may have a brilliant career as a go-go dancer." Dad then turned around and started dancing as best as he could, as a drunk person could, but I didn't mind, because the way he shook his hips and moved his ass around was mesmerizing, even as clumsy as he was. "I know, right? I still got the moves, look!" "Yeah, Dad, show me how it's done!" I grabbed the remote, turned the TV on and connected my phone to it. "Hold on, let me put on some music, then you're free to own the dance floor." Dad stopped to drink some more of his beer while I was picking the song. He was oblivious to me staring at his hard cock still marking his jeans. He wasn't attempting to hide it anymore. It was probably due to the alcohol but doesn't matter, because I was enjoying every single second of that moment. Undress me now, from Morcheeba, started playing in the TV. I chose a specifically slow and melodic song to see if I could get Dad to dance as sensually as possible. His body was slowly getting warmed by the beat until he heard the chorus: Undress me now Using your eyes now Undress me now Using your mind "You're so subtle, have anyone told you that?" He said, taken by the melody to the center of the room, moving his arms across all his body. "If you want to see more, start tipping!" "You're a greedy fucker, Dad. Can't you do that one pro-bono?" "Watch your mouth. And no, I don't do anything for free. So how's it going to be?" "Wait a minute." I put my hands in my pockets and gestured grabbing a roll of money. "Let's see how much I have here." I removed the imaginary rubber band and started counting the money. "What can you do for two hundred?" "Rain it on me and I may take my shirt off." "Get to work, then." I got up and started walking around him, theatrically throwing each money bill, slowly. "I want to see that chest bare when I'm done with the raining." Dad got one of his hands below his shirt and slowly moved it up to his chest, exposing his belly to me. "You're the customer." He turned his back to me and slowly got his shirt off, shaking his hips around with the song. I could barely hold myself, so I moved closer, put my hand in his shoulder and started dancing with Dad, keeping some centimeters of distance between my cock and his round ass. Dad grabbed my hand in his shoulder and focused more on wiggling his ass towards me. I put my other hand in his hip, one thumb tucked inside his jeans, and pulled our bodies together. He didn't object. I got my hand off his shoulder and grabbed the front of his neck, then got on my toes to reach it. His pungent smell, the result of a day without bathing, the beer and the dance, got my senses up to eleven. I adjusted my cock upright to sit in the middle of Dad's ass crack, and slowly thrusted it forward. Dad grabbed my hands and gently took them off his body, then walked away a few steps from me. "The show isn't over. I need more money to pay the rent", he said, grabbing the beer I had set aside. "You don't mind if I take that as a tip, right?" "And what would be my compensation?" "You just got it, no? I'm getting paid after the service," he said, as he gulped down the rest of my beer. "Alright, alright, you're tough at negotiating, I'll give you that." I started counting my imaginary money again, then sat right in front of Dad on the couch, me head leveled with his crotch. "How about 200 more for taking the jeans off? Just the jeans, you can keep the underwear for now." "For now, heh?" Dad laughed, shaking his hips toward me. I reached to touch on the lower end of his thighs. "I have more money for the underwear, if that's what you mean." "200 is too little for that, my young horny client." "Let's make it 300, what do you think? I'll just put it right here," I said, pulling the waist of his jeans and storing the pack of imaginary money there. Dad reached to it, unrolled the money and started counting. "To be honest I would've done for 250, but I'll take your generosity as a compliment." "Can I take it off?" I said, reaching my hands to the button and fly. Dad took my hands off before I could reach there and moved away again. "No hands in the merchandise, mister." He turned his back to me, unbuttoned his pants and looked at me from above his shoulder. "How about like this?" "Yeah, like this is just fine. Take it out slowly." I sank myself on the couch and put my hand inside my own shorts to stroke my cock as I watched the show. As Dad slowly exposed his hairy ass to me, little by little, I could notice he wasn't wearing regular underwear, but a jockstrap. The hair in his ass was soaking wet with his sweat, and I was dying to bury my face in it. Then he stopped it. I saw him looking at his reflection on the TV in front of him, then to his crotch. He stretched it, put a hand inside it then smelled it. "Hey, perhaps I should change my clothes?" "What for?" "It's... my underwear's dirty. Real dirty." So it's for one of his clients, I see. Well, all the better, that meant I would be able to enjoy it earlier than expected. Better yet, I'd enjoy it together with him. "Knock it off, Dad, I don't mind. Keep at it, you're doing great." Dad kept still for a while to reconsider. His eyes were getting weary and his cheeks were losing their blush. "A-alright." He leaned forward again and took his pants off up to the knees. He arched back to me, put a hand on his ass cheek and pulled it apart. God, his round bubble butt and his fat, thick thighs were gorgeous. "Like this?" "Yeah, just like this." "I can see you're enjoying it," he said, noticing the tip of my cock hanging out of my shorts. "Plenty. See?" I said, pulling my entire cock out and holding it to him. "Now take everything off for me." "Yessir." Dad tried to take his shoes off by the ankles while his pants were pulled down. As he tried to take the second one he lost his balance and fell forward over the TV rack. Considering how much he drank and how resistant to alcohol he was, it seems that the high the booze gave him has started wearing off, and when that happens Dad always passes away. I got up and immediately helped Dad get on his feet. Playtime was probably over. For tonight, at least. ***** "Are you okay, Dad?" "Yeah, yeah, I just got a little dizzy. I'm alright." "Are you sure? You're looking sleepy now." "Yeah, a bit, but don't mind me, this is so good, I want to continue." As much as it warmed my heart, I knew very well of Dad's limits. If we continued neither of us would enjoy the moment as much as we could. "We can continue it the other day. How about I take you to your room?" It didn't take too much convincing, Dad was already almost sleeping in my arms, so I carried him to his bedroom and sat him on the bed. He was sweaty and smelly all over. I wouldn't mind in any other situation and would just lay him down for the night to deal with the bed clothes the next day, but I could take one step further. I mean, he was dancing and shaking his ass to me, so what's the problem? "You know what, get up. I'll give you a quick shower. You'll wake up better tomorrow." "Th-thanks Son, you're the best." I gave him my arm to hold, then pulled him back up again. As we moved to the bathroom, he held onto the towel hanger and tried to take his socks off with his feet. "Wait, Dad, I'll help you up." I knelt behind him and took each of his socks, then his jeans. His ass was laying bare in front of my face, and I was making a lot of effort to not pull its cheeks apart and lick his asshole right away. Instead, I took the strings of his jockstrap and pulled it down, grazing my hands in his thighs as I did so. I was right, this was for one of his customers. An once white jockstrap was now bright yellow due to piss. The inside of the cup also had a hard, translucent stain in it. I'm no dirty underwear expert but if I had to bet, I'd say this one had stains at least three days old. Instead of leaving it on the floor I put this piece in my pocket. Once Dad was naked he moved directly to the shower. I couldn't see his front-side. He turned the shower on and I just leaned in the sink to contemplate his silhouette across the fumed window of the shower box, one hand inside my shorts stroking my cock, and the other holding onto his jockstrap inside my pocket. Once he finished I grabbed the towel and went to hand him the towel. Dad got out and dried his chest first, standing right in front of me. It's the first time I've seen Dad's cock since... ever, I think? It was already limp after all the booze and the cold water but hot damn, it was genuinely thick, in fact, Dad's cock already had more girth to it than my own hard cock. "Hey, my eyes are up here." "Sorry, Dad. You have a nice cock, I wish I had inherited yours. The bush is nice too, dense and thick." "I don't think you have anything to complain, I've seen yours in the living room. In fact, yours might be bigger than mine." "In length, maybe." Dad finished drying himself off and didn't bother wrapping himself with the towel. "Can you please hang that over there?" He said as he got down to grab his clothes on the floor. "Hey, let me take care of that. Go to bed, you're due some sleep." Dad yawned at me and nodded. "Indeed. Sorry, Son, your old man is too weak to booze." "It's okay, Dad, we had a lot of fun." Dad got out of the bathroom and moved towards his bedroom, naked. "Good night, Son." "Good night, Dad." I kept hanging on the bathroom for a couple of minutes, staring at my own feet in contemplation. All in all, I did some good progress. Hopefully Dad wakes up better tomorrow and we can finish what we started. I got out of the bathroom and noticed his bedroom door was wide open. Dad had completely passed out in his bed. I went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, got back to his bedroom to put it on top of his nightstand, readjusted Dad in the bed, covered him with a bed sheet and got out closing the door behind me. My cock was still throbbing, aching for me to stroke it, so I went back to the living room, sat on the sofa, pulled Dad's filthy jockstrap out of my pocket and jerked to it.