Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2021 19:33:11 +0000 From: Paul Simons Subject: Lockdown With Dad: Chapter 1 DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content and scenes of incest. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading this. If you're not sure about this legatilty, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. I would appreciate any feedback and comments on the story as this is my first time writing. Please email me and I will respond. Chapter 1 DANIEL: Lockdown's been hard. And I don't mean hard as in difficult, I mean hard as in I've been like, permanently hard the whole time. What is it about having unlimited amounts of free time, and all us 16 year olds want to do is play with our junk non-stop? My friends are the same, we've all been saying on the group whatsapp that we can't stop beating the meat. Billy said he managed nine tugs in one day. I'm not sure I completely believe him, but I definitely managed eight one day I was particularly horny. Since the pandemic started and schools and everything shut down, there really hasn't been much else to do. Until about a month ago, I lived with my mum. She's a lawyer, a partner at her own firm, and a single mum. My dad has always helped out and I love seeing him and spending time with him, but he's a lot younger than my mum. Its a bit of a weird situation: My mum and dad met when my dad was 18, and my mum was 31. They met in a bar apparently and hit it off. My dad says she has a thing for younger men. So they had a whirlwind romance for a few months. She was a pretty successful up and coming lawyer at the time so she lavished fancy meals and nights out and gifts on him, and of course he was happy to go along for the ride! Then a few months in my mum realised there was about to be a third added to this twosome. As you might imagine, my 18 year older father was so not ready to parent at that age, but my mum wanted a child and thought this might be her last opportunity, and nine months later their greatest bundle of joy came along: me! Needless to say their relationship didn't last. They tell me it was all really amicable and I think it was because although they weren't together, she paid for him to to go to uni to study architecture and supported him through it. He helped look after me when she had to go away on work trips and and she kept him financially afloat. It was an unconventional situation, but it worked and I was raised by two great parents. I got two house, two Christmases, and two birthdays every year. My parents like each other. I can't say the same for some of my friends who's parents are split up. Because of the new pandemic and its been going for months now, my mum was travelling up and down to London a lot for work. I think her firm works for the government or something -- I don't really know. She made the decision to move down to London for a while and I would go and stay with my dad. I've never really lived with my dad. I go and stay at his house a lot (which is a big three story townhouse style thing in the countryside which he designed himself), but usually only for weekends or maybe a week at a time. But with my mum's need to work, I found myself with my bags packed and sent off to dad's for the foreseeable future. That was a month ago. Living with my dad is so different from living with my mum. He's only 34 so he's pretty young still, and he's just...cool. I don't know how many of my friends would say their dad is cool, but my friends love my dad. He plays video games with us, he likes cool music. He's always going to gigs and he goes on holiday a lot. He's weirdly down with the kids. He has snapchat and sends me stupid pictures all the time and he started doing the Tiktok dances as well (maybe he's not that cool after all!) He's pretty chill about most things and I get to stay up till whatever time at his house, and eat junk pretty much all the time too, although he's a decent cook when he wants to be. He's a little bit taller than my 5ft 9', but he's beefy and hairy. He's got a big black beard and black hair like me -- or I have black hair like him? - and brown eyes (mine are blue from my mum). He goes to the gym so he's pretty buff and I'm pretty sure he could lift me with one hand. His thighs are about double the thickness of mine, so all his clothes always look far to small for him. He's pretty hot, for a dad! The past month or so we've been trying to get used to properly living with each other. He is working from home and I have nothing to do these days because school is only online for a couple of hours a day. The house is pretty big, but it still feels like we are on top of each other and I think he's had to change how he normally lives now that I'm here. Last week for example, I got up a bit earlier than normal (usually im not out of bed before 11am) and went down the hall to use the bathroom. As I was walking down, he came out of the bathroom, obviously having just had a shower, and was totally bollock naked. No towel or anything. We both just stopped and looked at each other, a bit shocked. My eyes very quickly worked there way down his chest to a pair of fur covered nipples. His pecs well defined and solid looking. I'm pretty sure I saw one of them twitch as I looked. I followed the line of hair right to his belly button where it fanned out coating his rippled abdomen. My eyes couldn't stop and they fell upon a full dark, still wet bush at the base of a beer can thick cock. Flacid but looked as though it was a bit semi-hard - "Alright Danny, you're up early!" he said. My eyes grudgingly were pulled, grudgingly, back up to his face. He looked totally nonplussed now. He continued down the hall coming toward me. I could feel the wet heat radiating off him as he went by my right hand side, and as he did he put a hand on my topless shoulder and the other hand gave me a quick slap on my ass through my tighty whities. "Up and at 'em, Champ!" Then he disappeared into his room. My legs moved me down in to the bathroom but my head was still in shock. As I pulled my underwear down to piss, I noticed my dick was actually hard. How long had that been like that?! Did dad see it? Oh my god, that's so embarrassing! Does he know I'm gay now? Fuck! Later that morning as I was sitting at the breakfast bar with my cereal, dad came in and sat opposite me. "Can we have a chat about something?" he asked Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. "Yeah, what's up?" I managed to reply. "About this morning, sorry if I startled you with being all naked and everything. I know I should have clothes on going about the house now you're here so I'll work harder to remember, okay?" "It's okay! Honestly!" I replied, genuinely believing it. "It's your house, you can be naked whenever you like. I'm fine with it." And the truth was, I was fine with it. I kind of wanted to see him naked again. "You sure? And its our house by the way." he looked unconvinced, but slightly hopeful. "Yeah, we're both guys, we both have dicks, like, it's nothing I haven't seen before." I explained, but worried I might have gone a bit far. "Oh so you've been plenty of guys just walking about naked have you?" He laughed, teasing. "Oh yeah, loads..." I mumbled, looking sheepish. He laughed, "Good. I want you to be totally free and comfortable here. This is your house now, so if you wanna walk about naked as well, that's totally fine by me. This the bachelor pad now!" Dad got up and came round to my side of the bar and hugged me. My face pressed into his amply cleavage and I inhaled deeply wondering how he can smell a bit musky so soon after showering. After that, there wasn't any more naked run-ins in the bathroom, although I did start trying to get up early to try and catch him. I did take to wearing less about the house though. Usually just in a pair of shorts or sometimes just my boxers if I was feeling brave. For dad, he was basically shirtless all the time, unless he had a video meeting, and this gave me ample time to covertly study him. His front was totally covered in black fur, all over his chest and right down to the waistband of his joggers. It was so straight and well kept that I assumed he must brush it and trim it to keep it neat. I noticed the way he would pick fluff out of his belly button and examine it, or scratch his armpit and smell it. The best was when he would stretch and all the muscles of his back and arms would tense an vibrate as he yawned into the stretch. I was careful always to be clothed, or at least have something to cover up my lap on these stakeouts, because I would inevitably get a hard-on and need to hide it. Sometimes he would catch my eye and smile and I would just look away quickly, or pretend was actually watching the tv. We fell into a comfortable routine. He would work in his office during the day and I would probably watch porn and wank most of the day. Sometimes I did something more productive, but really, what was the point? I watched endless tv, or went out a run to release some pent up energy. We then worked out in his mini homemade gym in the garage most nights and then we would have dinner together. Usually ordered in, because I quickly learned that he had three recipes he could make from memory or he would follow a recipe. Always to mixed success. Then we would sit down and watch tv or movies together at night on his massive comfy couch. I would lie with my feet stretched over him and he would absent mindedly rub my feet which felt amazing. Or I would put my head in his lap and fall asleep while he stroked my hair. I would wake up later in my bed and noticed with a thrill that he had taken my clothes of before tucking me in. What was going on? Did I fancy my dad? I couldn't talk to any of my friends about it. They knew I was bi (at least, that's what I told them) but I couldn't exactly ask for their advice on this. It was a Saturday night and Saturday night during lockdown looked pretty much like most other nights. We were both on zoom calls with our friends -- me just chatting to a bunch of people and dad on with a group of his guy pals drinking beer and talking shit, from what I could hear. It was about 10pm and I finished my call so I went in search of something to eat in the kitchen and dad was on the sofa as I passed. He shouted at me to come in and meet his friends via zoom. "Lads this is my boy -- Danny. Danny this is Andy, Rob, and Ollie" "Hi, nice to meet you." I said, already wishing I wasn't there. They all said hello. "Come sit next to me, son" dad said and ushered me onto the couch. He shuffled up next to me and put his arm around me so we were both in the shot and I spent the next five minutes answering all the same boring questions your parent's friends always ask the kids -- how old are you now, how's school, have you got a girlfriend etc. I managed to extricate myself and went and raided the fridge. As I sat eating at the breakfast bar I could hear my dad's conversation with his pals. They were all a bit rowdy now that they had been drinking all night. "He's a good looking boy, that son of yours" I heard one of dad's friends say. "Yeah I know, he takes after his daddy" my dad replied, laughing. "I've got him in the gym with me now so he'll be a beefcake like me in no time." "Has you actual son met any of your other "sons" yet?" the word sounded like it had inverted commas. "Oh no, he doesn't know anything about that. We haven't had that conversation yet. Don't want to scare the boy off! I haven't been able to see any of them recently either, although the filthy pictures they sent keep me going!" "Go, on let us see them then!" they all immediately replied. There was silence for a few seconds and then, "Fucking hell look at the arse on him!" Andy, I think, said. "When was the last time you got inside that?" "Just before Danny showed up. I had to break lockdown rules after I saw that. I just couldn't help myself. Can you blame me?" Dad answered, a rough growl entering his voice. "Fuck no, I don't blame you, I'm just jealous! My knob hasn't seen anything except my own hand for months." said Andy. "Show us more!" said Ollie. "Wow, he looks like a proper slut like that, doesn't he?" I heard Ollie say as I presume my dad showed them a different picture. "This guy is utter filth. Proper kinky and will do anything to serve Daddy" my dad said, quietly. "Why do you always get the hot fuckers Rick?" Rob asked. "Because all the twinks just want a piece of this Daddy cock don't they? Can't get enough, can they?" he answered. They all laughed and after my dad showing them several more pictures, the conversation moved onto something else. I was stunned. I was still sitting with my made up sandwich in hand. Only one bite taken out of it, completely hooked by the conversation I was listening to. Could it be that my dad fucks guys? What are the chances of us both being gay? And by the sound of it, he's into young twinks and likes to play the Daddy role with them. And there seems to be plenty of them to choose from, according to his friends! As I sat and looked down, the tip of my dick was sticking out the waistband of my pyjama bottoms, rock solid. I was so turned on at the thought of my dad fucking some twink. Just then, dad walks through the door looking very happy with himself. He saw me sitting there and started. "Hey son, I didn't realise you were still down here. I thought you went to bed?" He asked. "I was hungry, so I made a sandwich." I said waving the ham and cheese in my hand. As he moved to the fridge to get another beer, I realised I was still very much hard and my dick was still poking out the top of my bottoms. I moved my hand to tuck it away, but not before dad had turned to watch me do it. "You okay there lad?" he asked, with a knowing look on his face. "Yeah fine, dad." I quickly got up, awkwardly, trying to hide my raging boner, took my sandwich and almost ran out of the kitchen and upstairs to my room. The sandwich quickly discarded, I got my top off as quickly as possible, followed by my bottoms and jumped onto my bed fully naked. I got to work on my dick, working the shaft up and down, pulling back my foreskin to play with my bright shiny bell-end. With my other hand I teased on my nipples and rubbed my body all over. Pleasure coursed through my body as my familiar touch worked my meat and fondled my balls. Soft moans escaped my lips as I working my seven inch cock up and down, getting faster the more I thought about my dad pounding into some faceless twink, loving every minute of taking that beer can cock. "Ahhhhh, fuck, daddy!" I moaned loudly as my cock unleashed its third load of cum onto my bare chest. The orgasm lasted a lot longer than normal, my eyes rolled back into my head in ecstasy as the endorphins cascaded through my body. After the come down, I felt physically exhausted and completely satisfied. I looked around for my cum rag to mop up my mess but couldn't find it and I had no tissues left. I got up to go to the bathroom and clean up and decided to risk a naked dash seeing as dad was otherwise occupied. I dashed down the hall and into the bathroom, cleaned myself up and took a long gratifying piss, my cock still thick while flaccid. I left the bathroom and was walking back towards my room at the end of the hall when dad appeared at the doorway to my room. "I just came up to say goodnight Danny." He said with a smile, looking my up and down. I automatically moved my hands to cover my dick, but then, residual horiness made me stop and instead put my hands on my hips. "Are you having a good night?" I asked as I moved passed him and went to lay on my bed, trying to act casual while his eyes were devouring the sight of me. "Yeah its good to catch up with the lads, they're good fun. That's us finished now though. Were we being loud?" "Nah you're fine, I didn't hear much." I said, trying to act nonchalant, but avoiding his eyes. "Dyou want to sit down?" I asked motioning to the edge of my bed. He moved wordlessly to my bed and lay down across the end as I climbed under the covers. We sat and chatted like that for a while. Dad told me stories about his friends acting stupid and we laughed a lot. The coversation lulled and I could feel myself falling asleep. I looked over at dad and he was already out cold, still fully dressed at the end of my bed. Totally content, I drifted into dreamland and had dreams of bulging muscles, beer can cocks and thick bottomed twinks offering themselves up for me to slide my cock into them. To be continued...