Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2012 00:19:42 -0400 From: Phillip McCormick Subject: Home Alone With Dad Chapter 3 Home Alone with Dad – Chapter 3 *** Waking up the next morning was an amazing feeling. The feeling of waking up from a hot wanking session the night before, without having to bother cleaning up was great. To add to that, my dad knew my secret, so there really wasn't anything to hide. It was time to hang out with my wang out. I rolled over in my bed, and looked at my alarm clock; 10:45. Looks like my dad had already left for work, so I really was free to roam the house nude. I was excited to feel the air between my legs, so I rolled out of bed, and stretched my arms. I looked down at my chest, and I could feel some of the dried cum all over myself, as well as see it matted into some of my body hair. I shrugged my shoulders, and walked out of my room and into the bathroom for my morning shit. Once I was inside the bathroom, I sat on the toilet, and let nature take work. After everything was good, I flushed, got up, and washed my hands. I strutted out of the bathroom, and down the steps, and into the kitchen. I went straight for the refrigerator, but stopped when I noticed something on the island in the middle of the kitchen. Sitting there was a box of Fiber One bars with a neon pink sticky note attached. I picked up the note, and began to read; "Regarding the conversation you and I had yesterday, I'm sure you... and Jurgis would approve of a little more fiber in your diet. Love, Dad." I felt a mixture of emotions, well two actually; embarrassment and a funny enjoyment. I was a little embarrassed that my dad had heard me moaning the name Jurgis as I played with myself to a hot fantasy, and then there was the funny fact that he actually was willing to go out and pick up something to add more fiber to my diet to make things easier for myself, future partners, and toys. I ripped open the box, and grabbed a fiber bar out. I took off the wrapper, and chowed down on the fiber bar. The taste wasn't the greatest, but to be honest, I'm not a picky eater in the morning. After finishing off two fiber bars, I walked into the living room and sat my bare ass down on the leather couch, and propped my feet onto the coffee table in front of myself. It looked like I was sitting in stir-ups and the feeling of my balls hanging with the air blowing around them was great. I switched on the TV, and started to look for whatever I could. *** After a few hours of mindless TV, and stuffing my face, I heard the door knob turn, and the door open. At first I felt afraid being naked in the living room, but after how open I've been with my dad, I decided to test the waters a little more. "Are you still home, Dan?" I heard my dad shout as he walked into the house. "In the living room," I shouted back, as I watched TV, "Can you grab me a soda from the fridge?" I heard my dad walk into the kitchen as his work shoes clicked against the hard wood floor, and then the refrigerator door clicked open. He rummaged around for a second, and then shut the door, and walked over to the living room. "Oh," He stopped at the entrance to the living room, "Didn't realize cloths were optional now." "Doesn't matter to me," I replied impassively as I stretched my arm out for my soda. "Get your ass up." My dad ordered. My eyes darted over to him, "What?" My dad tossed a water bottle at me, "Throw some cloths on, we're going to the gym, you need to keep in shape for rugby." I rolled my eyes, and went to my room to get into gym appropriate attire. I searched my room, and found a mildly used jockstrap next to my hamper, and slipped it on. Then I put the rest of my clothes on, and walked out of my room. As I walked out, I bumped into my dad, as he exited his room, now wearing a muscle shirt, and black athletic shorts. "Let's get a move on." My dad smiled as he moved passed me, down the steps, and outside of the house. I followed suit, and made my way outside. I walked over to the car, and climbed inside, and looked over at my dad, "This is not the way I planned on spending my day." "Listen," My dad stated, as he started the car, and rolled out of the drive way, and started down the street, "You need to stay in shape if you plan on going undefeated at your tournament in a few weeks." "I guess," I huffed, as I set back in my seat and looked out the window. *** After a short car ride to the gym, we stepped out of the car, and started toward the gym. "What do you want to work on today?" My dad asked. I thought it over for a moment, "A little cardio, and then some lower body weight workouts." "Good idea," My dad smiled, "We can't all have a hooker's ass, I just need to work on mine just a little more." With that, my dad smacked my ass, and ran into the gym. I just smiled to myself, opened the door to the gym, and walked inside. I checked in with the girl at the counter, and then found a treadmill next to my dad. He had his headphones in, so I knew there was no point in trying to talk, so I hopped on the treadmill, and set the timer to match my dad's. After 45 minutes straight of running, my dad and I stepped off our treadmills, breathing heavy, sweaty as hell, and smelling extremely musky. "Damn good run." My dad nodded as we walked our way over to the weight to start working out our lower body. "What do you want to do first?" I asked, looking around at the machines, and free weights. "Squats," My dad said, as he found a weight rack and started to set us up. "So..." My dad started, as he lifted his dumbbell onto his shoulders, "Do you see any hot guys in here? I saw you eyeing something up while we were running." I blushed, and looked down at the ground. "Seriously, Dan," My dad huffed as he squatted to the ground, "I really don't care if you're gay, I just want to be able to talk to you about things like this. I'm just trying to start a gym conversation." "Fine," I rolled my eyes, "There's a guy doing curls a few stations down, he's the one with the blond hair." My dad finished his first rep, and set his dumbbell on the rack. He turned, and looked over at the guy I was talking about. The blond guy looked to be in his mid-twenties, nice tan skin, a nice pair of muscly arms, a gorgeous round ass, and an added extra bonus, a very clear VPL. (* Visible Penis Line) "You can see his dick through his shorts." My dad rolled his eyes, as he stepped away from the rack to allow me to start squatting, "But I guess he is attractive." "What?" I asked my dad in a surprised tone. "Dan, guys can find each other attractive. If girls can find each other hot, why can't guys find each other attractive in a platonic way?" My dad asked, and stated at the same time. "Yeah, you're right." I agreed as I started to squat. Finally, after a few more reps of squatting, and some other exercises, my dad and I were done working out for the day. "Let's shower," My dad smiled as he headed for the locker room. "Wait, I don't have a change of clothes, I forgot them at home." I informed my dad. My dad stopped and turned toward me, "Lucky for you I have some extra clothes in my locker." We both walked into the locker room. My dad continued to his locker, while something stopped me dead in my tracks. There, at the other end of the locker room was the blond guy I was checking out before. He'd just finished showering, and was bending over to dry his legs. Not only did he have a nice ass, but it was nicely trimmed, and he had a bright pink hole. I scurried over to my dad's locker, and grabbed a towel from him, and started to undress as I kept my eyes glued to the hot blond. "What are you..." My dad started to ask, but then he followed my gaze to the hot, naked, blond. With that, he let out a slightly loud chuckle. The blond guy turned around toward my dad, and my head snapped in another direction. At this point, I was praying to God the hot blond didn't notice me checking him out. "I'm going to shower." My dad smiled at me, as he grabbed a bar of soap from his locker, and headed toward the locker room. Now, it was just me and the blond guy in the locker room. Sadly, the blond had on a pair of clean shorts, and was in the process of slipping on a white t-shirt onto his damp body when I wrapped my towel around my waste, and put on sweaty clothes in my dad's locker. Once everything was in my dad's locker, I turned around, and started toward the shower room, when someone bumped into my. I was jarred at first, but then I looked at the bumper. It was the hot blond looking down at his cell phone. "Sorry about that," The hot blond apologized with a nervous chuckle, "Just responding to a work email." "No big deal," I smiled back, and shrugged my shoulder, "No harm done." Now that I was closer to this guy, he was even more amazing. I could smell a mixture of soap, and sweat radiating of this guy, and I was starting to get chubby down below. "I'm Heath," The blond guy extended his hand. "Dan," I replied with a smile, as I grasped his hand, and shook a little too eagerly. "I saw you and some other guy working out pretty hard before, are you conditioning for something?" Heath asked, as we let go of each other's hands. "Yeah, I was working out with my dad." I told Heath, and noticed a slight smile from him, "And I'm trying to stay in shape for rugby. I have a big tournament coming up in a few weeks." "You play rugby?" Heath seemed totally enthused with the start of our conversation, "I used to have a roommate that played. What position do you play?" "Hooker," I replied with a cocky smile, "I have to work my legs really hard to do it." "Yeah," Heath nodded in agreement, "I noticed before." "Really?" I gave him a questionable smile. "Uh... Yeah" Heath let out a nervous laugh, "Umm... Sorry to cut thing short, but I have to go." "No problem," I was disappointed, but I gave a fake smile, "It was nice talking to you." Heath smiled, and nodded, and started to walk passed me when he paused, but then he continued walking, and exited the locker room. "Way to fuck things up." I scolded myself as I walked into the shower room, and hung up my towel on one of the hooks. "What took you so long?" My dad huffed as he lathered his already soapy body. "Just talking to someone," I smiled, as I took the shower head across from my dad, "No big deal." "Well, I've been thinking," My dad started, "What do you think about going on a camping trip this weekend?" "Sure," I smiled, as I let the warm water hit my sweaty body, "I'd love to go camping!" "Awesome, I'll make up a list of things we'll need for the trip." My dad informed me, as he started to rinse the soap water his chest. I grabbed the out of my dad's soap dish, and started to lather up. One misfortune I always had, both at home, and in the High School shower room was that I always checked out while showering. I just let my mind wander, and lather up. I started to think about Heath, and his hot pink hole. That was one thing that always drove me crazy. Well, that, and the fact that his penis was basically being shown off to the whole gym while he was working out, and it was a pretty decent size. I started to fantasize about his dick, and all the miracles it could perform for me. I started to lather my ass with the soap, and started to get extra clean by inserting a few fingers in. In, out, in, out, my fingers were going slow, and I was getting really into it. "I got to shit." My dad's voice broke my concentration, and I quickly withdrew my fingers. My dad shut off his shower head, and walked naked over to the stalls next to the showers. He stepped inside, and shut the door, and sat down. I was a little embarrassed, but I knew I was luckily the only person that was in the same shower as me was my shower. Some people wouldn't be as kind as to break my concentration with their bowel movements; they'd probably just get me kicked out. Then, I noticed something was off. My dad's ass was normally very vocal when doing business, and right now, even though there was water running, I heard nothing, which wasn't normal. Sadly, I knew all of this from growing up with my dad. After a few seconds of rinsing off, I heard a noise slip from the stall. It wasn't the usual sound, it was a fleshy sound. Like flesh hitting flesh, and then I knew what was going on. I remembered the conversation I had with my dad last time he was on the toilet and I was showering. He wasn't showering right now, he was jerking off. I got hard myself, but knew I couldn't take care of myself in the openness of the shower. I kept the water running, and quietly walked over to the stalls next to the shower. I stepped inside, closed the door, and sat down. Then, I went to work. Just the thought of my dad jacking off in the stall next to me had me rock hard, and on the edge. I already had some lube from the leftover soap and water on my body, so I scooped it into my hand, and went to work. After a minute or two or jerking off, I heard a loud grunt from my dad's stall, and that sent me over the edge. Rope after rope shot from my dick and onto the stall door. I let out a quiet gasp of my own. I heard my dad's toilet flush, and him step out into the shower room, "Dan?" "In here," I gave a pretend grunt, from my stall "Guess I had too many of those fiber bars you bought for me." I heard a chuckle from my dad, "That's fine; I'm just going to hit the shower for a second to clean up my hole a little." "Okay, I'm done anyway." I replied as I flushed the toilet, and stood up. I exited the stall, and met my dad across from his shower head again. "Sounded like you had a good shit over there." I chuckled to my dad. My dad turned around, and spread his cheeks to let the water from the shower hit his hole. I was memorized by the sight of it, but I tried my hardest not to look too long. After a few seconds of my dad's hole being shown to me, he turned around, and shut his shower head off. "Sometimes I just need to dump a load." My dad shrugged his shoulders, and walked over to his towel, and out of the shower room. My dad's last statement made me rock hard again. "Dad," I shouted from the shower room to the locker room, "I'll be right out, looks like those bars are taking their toll, again." TO BE CONTINUED... *** I'd like to thank everyone for reading this chapter of my story. This is my first attempt at writing any Gay Erotica. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you have any input, please feel free to email me. 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