Date: Tue, 2 Feb 2021 16:55:08 +0000 From: Paul Simons Subject: Lockdown with Dad: Chapter 3 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 legalilty, 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. Tell me how it made you feel. Please do email me, I love corresponding with you guys, the amount of support so far has been humbling. Chapter 3 DANIEL: I woke to the early morning sunshine peeking through the blinds and it took me a moment to remember where I was. I opened my eyes and cast around the room, rolling over to realise Dad wasn't there. He must be up and working already, I thought. The details of the night before came back to me and I tried to process them. Had me and my dad really wanked off together? Had I actually watched him bust a load all over himself, and he watched me do the same? It was all a bit surreal, but as ever, my body betrayed me and I could feel my cock hardening as I remembered. As I lay there reminiscing, I looked about the room, realising I really hadn't been in Dad's room before. It was very slick and stylish, with floor to ceiling sliding mirrors covering one wall hiding his massive wardrobe, making the room look much bigger than it was. I caught sight of myself and I had that 'just fucked' look to my hair, but otherwise looked pretty sexy in the morning, if I do say so myself. Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to have a snoop about the room, thinking I probably wouldn't really get the chance again. I looked in one of the bedside tables and it was just full of rubbish, papers and pens and discarded batteries. In the other bedside on the other side, that was more interesting. In the top drawer was a bottle of lube, more condoms that you could use in a lifetime, a small bottle of something called Jungle Juice, rubber circular rings of different sizes, two or three dildos shaped like different sized cocks, and a pair of thick leather handcuffs. I shut the drawer quickly, my heart beating loud and fast. I was excited and nervous at seeing that stuff, most of which I didn't know what it was, but it wasn't hard to guess it was for sex. I wonder how much use he's got out of that stuff these days. Not much probably. I hopped out of bed and continued my search in the chest of drawers on the far wall. In there were just clothes nothing interesting, until I got to the underwear drawer. Now, I have like maybe 10 pairs of underwear max, but this drawer was literally stuffed full of different undies. There were big baggy boxer, more boxer briefs like the kind Dad was wearing last night, and lots of colourful y-front briefs you see on underwear models. I pulled several pairs out to get a better look, some had a hole in the back so your ass would be exposed (they were super sexy), and some had pouches that clipped up to cover your dick, or uncover it I suppose. Then there were more jockstraps than I could count. Various different brands. Some that looked very practical like for the gym, and some that were definitely more designed for the bedroom. I couldn't help myself so I pulled out a white pair with a grey waistband that read "Bike" and slipped them on. I paraded myself in front of the mirror examining myself from all angles. My ass looked fucking great in these. The straps hoisting up my cheeks to make them look perkier than normal. The pouch at the front straining to contain my pretty hard dick at the same time. What struck me as strange was that they fit me. Dad is obviously much bigger than me. I looked at the back of the waistband and saw that they were a size small. Why would Dad have jockstraps that are too small for him? They didn't look particularly old, so I doubt he's had them for a long time. I rifled through some of the other underwear in the drawer. There were some jockstraps and briefs that were mediums and larges but the majority of the jockstraps were all small. That's weird. All were small except for a couple of jockstraps that looked very used. It was another white Bike jockstrap and it looked like it had never been washed. There were little yellow piss stains on it, a few hairs caught in the fibres and had the general look of having been worn out a lot. I couldn't help myself and raised it to my nose. The smell overwhelmed it. The only word I can think to use to describe it is: manly. It smelled like pure testosterone, musk, sweat, probably jizz, piss, all mixed together. It smelled faintly of Dad's aftershave but the overpowering smell was just of sex. This was obviously a jock he had had for a long time, and by the smell of it, he has never ever washed it. I inhaled deeply, feeling lightheaded and so turned on. I sat back on the end of the bed and breathed it in. Fuck, it was potent! My cock strained on the pouch of the jock I was wearing and I really wanted to wank off but I didn't want to get caught in this compromising position. I slipped the jock off, and together with the musky one slipped them back into the drawer. I searched on the floor near the bed for my pyjama bottoms from last night but they were gone, I looked under the bed and they weren't there either. What I did find, however, was a really old pair of my boxers. I knew exactly what these were because I used these boxers as my cum rag. How did they manage to get in here? I grabbed the crusty pair of undies and headed back to my own room to stash them under my own bed. After I showered (taking care of business in there) and dressed, I went downstairs in search of Dad. I checked his office, the kitchen, and the living room but he was no sign of him. Maybe he's gone out? Half and hour later, as I was watching tv with my breakfast in the kitchen he comes in through the french doors, sweating head to toe wearing a running vest and some very short shorts. "Where have you been?" I ask "I went for a run to clear my head. 7 miles!" he answered. "Oh cool, you should have said and I would have come with you." "That's okay son, I didn't want to wake you.," he seemed awkward, not looking at me in the eyes, "I'm gonna get a shower and then I need to start work." he said as he quickly left the room. I was a bit nonplussed. Had I done something wrong? Was he acting weird because of last night? I'll admit I was a bit nervous to see him this morning, but if he wasn't going to say anything about it, I wasn't going to mention it. Maybe he just regrets it but doesn't want to say. It is a bit weird, watching porn with your son, but I genuinely was quite happy with it. We're pretty close anyway, we both watch porn, we both wank, why not do it together? This is the guy who's meant to teach me about sex -- and we had "the talk" a year or so ago and he was very detailed and I didn't find it awkward at all -- so why shouldn't he teach me more? I decided to act normal, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened, and if he wanted to talk about it, he could bring it up. We didn't really see each other for the rest of the day. I messaged with my friends and he worked late. I went into his office about 7pm to ask about dinner. "D'you want some food?" I asked "I'll cook tonight." Looking at his watch, he seemed distracted, "Oh sorry, I didn't realise the time! I'll stop now, but sure you can cook if you like." he looked a bit dubious. "Nothing major" I said, seeing the look on his face "but I do know how to make cheesy pasta." Hi face softened, "Okay fine, I'll be down shortly." My cooking skills probably need a lot of work, but for a 16 year old, I think I did pretty well. The sauce was maybe a bit too think, and could have done with a bit more cheese as I dished up the finished product into a couple of bowls. "Looks good son! I don't remember the last time someone actually cooked for me, that wasn't a takeaway!" "Thanks Dad, better wait until you've tried it before you keep going with the compliments." I replied. We sat down at the breakfast bar and tucked into the pasta. It was surprisingly nice, all things considered! Dad made appreciative noises, but there was very little in the way of conversation. He was still being very aloof. I decided to pluck up the courage and address it. "Are you okay Dad? You're acting a bit weird today? "I, eh, yeah I'm fine. What makes you say that?" he answered, his eyes on his food. "Well, last night...." I began. "I'm sorry, that was really inappropriate and shouldn't have happened." He said, finally looking at me. I could see a slight embarrassment in his face. "You're my son, and fathers and sons don't watch porn together, and don't sleep in the same bed as each other. I just got carried away. It won't happen again." "I, erm..." I hesitated, "I really enjoyed myself actually." He looked at me, his mouth slightly open, his face a mixture of disbelief and, was that hope? "You did?" "Yeah, it was really fun. We're both guys. I don't have anything you haven't seen before. You made it! And well, you definitely have stuff I haven't seen before. But I really wanna see more, and I really want to do it again." I said it so fast before I could stop myself, my words spilling over each other. "We both watch porn, so what? Doesn't every guy watch it? And every guy wanks off right? I thought that we were bonding while I'm staying with you, and this is just another way for us to bond right? His eyebrows were raised. "Well, I guess that's definitely true. I do enjoy getting to know you a lot better now you're here. And yes, every single guy I know wanks off as much as possible, and they've all watched porn before too. I just wasn't expecting you to say that." He explained. I smiled, the tension on Dad's face seemed to be easing as he relaxed and enjoyed his food. We talked about the porn that we had watched before, and what kind of things I might be interested in watching. "I take it its just the internet you've been watching porn on so far?" Dad asked? "Yeah, why?" "Well there's some good stuff on there, but I've got quite the collection of DVDs, and some, eh, homemade stuff too that I've collected over the years. And that's the best stuff!" he told me. "You have a collection?" I asked. "Sure do, you want to see it?" Of course I did. So we cleared away the dishes from dinner and Dad led me up to his bedroom and slid one of the panels of the mirrored wardrobe to the side and I gasped at what I saw. Before me was a floor to ceiling wall of row upon row of DVDs. There must have been over 200 of them in total. "This is all porn?" I questioned. "Sure is!" He said, with a smirk that suggested he was happy that I was impressed. "Pretty much any kind of porn you can think of in there. And that's just the official porn studio stuff. On my computer is where I keep all my homemade stuff." "Can I see that?" We headed over to his office and he pulled up a folder on screen which showed countless thumbnails of videos and pictures. Some I could make out as guys kissing, or pictures of an ass but most were too dark and indistinct. "Are these homemade ones that you've made?" I asked, my cock twitching at the thought. "Some of them are yeah...some of them are stuff I've been sent by other guys." "Do you make a lot of videos?" "Well during normal times, I like to get the camera out if I'm with someone. If they're happy with it of course. But some guys don't like being on camera." "Can I see one you've made?" I asked, hopefully. He sat down at the computer and motioned to me to sit on his lap. I sat down as he moved the mouse and loaded up a video onto he screen. The video was of two skinny guys on a bed. They were both naked except both were wearing jockstraps. They were both on their hands and knees on the bed, their asses in full view of the camera. All the lights were on and you could see their pink holes and my cock got instantly hard. They were kissing each other with wet sloppy kisses and you could hear the camera man start directing them. I recognised the voice as my dad. The camera moved position and I noticed the big floor length mirrors in the background and I immediately recognised the room. This was in Dad's bed! In the video he told them to lay on their backs and lift their legs in the air and that's when I got a good look at their faces. Both were young, not that much older than me by the looks of them, maybe 18 or 19 at a push? Both had very smooth bodies, a light dusting of hair on their legs, and their hairdos tousled and messy. They looked quite similar to me, I suppose. They were extremely good looks boys, and both had a lusty, devilish look in their eyes as they pulled back their legs to expose their holes for my dad. He made a guttural growl as the boys showed off. "This is hot!" I said to my Dad, his one hand on the mouse, the other on my thigh. I really wanted to whip my cock out and wank. Dad just laughed. "Are you ready to get those boy pussies destroyed?" My dad asked on the video. Wow. "Yes please, Daddy!" They replied, eagerly. They started playing with the holes at his instruction, both licking each others fingers and inserting them in their holes, moaning with pleasure as they did so. Abruptly, the video ended. "Did you like that?" he asked. I stood up and indicated my raging erection in the shorts I was wearing, "What do you think?" I replied. He laughed as he was looking at my dick, and motioned down to his own crotch where there was a satisfyingly large bulge. "Me too" he said. "Can we watch some more?" I asked excitedly. "There's plenty more where that came from, but I really need to do some more work tonight before bed. Why don't you sleep with my again tonight and I'll give you a present?" Slightly disappointed, but intrigued at what the present could be, I quietly agreed and slouched away to my room to furiously masturbate into my cum rag. At about 10.30 I made my way into Dad's room, he wasn't there yet so I decided to just strip off and climb into bed. I was dosing by the time he came in and put the light on. "Hey, sorry did I wake you?" He asked quietly. "No it's alight, I was just waiting for you...and for my present..." I said pointedly. "Ahh of course, your present" he said. He stripped off all his clothes, discarding them in a pile in the corner and went over to his chest of drawer. He opened the drawer I had been snooping about in earlier and pulled out a white dirty, white, Bike jockstrap. I recognised it instantly but kept my face still, trying not to give anything away. He came over to the bed and handed it to me. "This is for you and from what I've learned about you recently, I think you'll quite like it." "A dirty jock?" I asked, feigning indifference. "Yes, a dirty jock. This is the jock that I get guys to wear when they come over here to get fucked. Its been used quite a lot over the years, but I never wash it because I think it smells great. Take a whiff." I already knew what it smelled like, but smelling it again, with my dad standing stark naked in front of me made the smell hit me twice as hard, sending blood rushing to my cock. "Why are you giving it to me?" I asked. "Well because now you're the only main boy in my life that really matters, and I have an inkling you are pretty dirty, and I thought you might like it. If you don't I can take it back..." he went to take it off me but I stealed away. "I love it! Thank you!" I jumped up and put I on immediately. It felt slightly course on my soft skin and slightly crusty in places, but it added to the intensity of the feeling of my dad standing there watching me, with the look of a hunter stalking his prey in his eyes. "Right now I'm super horny after watching all this talk! Quick wank, then bed, boy." The two of us lay side by side on the bed stroking our cocks. I tried not to look at him too much, but I was electrically aware of his big presence right next to me. It wasn't long before I heard the tell-tale signs of him about to reach his climax and I stroked faster so we could cum together. "Oh, I'm gonna cum!" He groaned and rolled onto his side towards me. Cum erupted from his cock and landed on my cock and the jock that was hooked under my balls. I blew at the same time, cum showering my chest. We both lay back, panting. "I forgot to say, I always have to cum on that jock when it's in use, that alright?" Dad asked, very matter of fact. "Fine by me!" I replied, surreptitiously wiping his cum of my dick and tasting it. "Here you go." He said, handing me an old pair of boxers that were very stained with cum. His cum rag, obviously. I wiped up and lay back under the covers, my head resting on Dad's shoulder. "You okay?" He asked, quietly. "Never better. I think we're going to have a lot of fun." said I. To be continued...