Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2021 05:02:15 +0000 (UTC) From: "tigerbear0381@yahoo.com" Subject: Moving in with Dad - Part one Starting over Hello readers, Thank you for giving my story a chance. This is my very first attempt at writing. I welcome feedback and will respond as I am able. As a quick disclaimer, this part does not have any sex in it, but is just setting groundwork for the story. Please bear with me and be patient. Right now there are only three parts, but that could change depending on the feedback I receive. Thank you to my amazing friend Roytoys for proof reading and editing. Made me feel much more comfortable with publishing. This is a fictional story. I hope you enjoy it. Prelude: Things in my life had taken a turn. I was newly single, unemployed and because of the two combined, officially homeless. I had one option that depressed the hell out of me, but it was better than being out on the street. Move in with my father at nearly forty years old. My mother and father had split when I was a toddler. I was still close to both emotionally, but geographically, I was closer to my father. He had agreed to take me in, in my hour of need. This occurrence had me both excited and terrified. My father was a source of many of my fantasies starting when I was very young. I would ensure ways to catch him in a state of undress. Any state. Growing up, my sister and I lived with our mother, and would get to see Dad infrequently. He was in the Army, had been stationed overseas in Germany, and when he came back, he lived in a different state. Part of the custody agreement was that Dad couldn't take us across state lines, so we only got to see him when he visited his parents. After I moved out on my own at seventeen, I stayed fairly close to Mom until, in my late twenties, I decided to take a leap and move closer to Dad. I had two goals with this move. Get a better relationship with my dad, while at the same time getting out of my comfort zone, into a new area. I had succeeded in both arenas, right up until now. CHAPTER 1: I approached my father's three-bedroom ranch style home with my meager possessions in hand, my heart in my throat, and my head hung low. I knocked on the door and waited. We had spoken of the situation, and he was expecting me but, even knowing better, I expected anger, disappointment, and even hostility. I had failed, and was now going to be encroaching on his territory. When he opened the door, he had a huge grin on his bearded face. It was mid-May, and he was in comfortable attire of a t-shirt and shorts. The t-shirt fitting tight on his torso accentuating his barrel chest and his round belly with a v-neck that showed off a nice swath of thick dark chest hair, the shorts hitting him mid-thigh, showing some great thick and hairy legs, and of course there was one of my favorite parts, the noticeable bulge. All of which I took in quickly, trying to be as discreet as possible. Seeing him grinning really lightened my heart, and lifted my spirits, even if it was just a little. He greeted me warmly, and offered to give me a hand with my things. I handed off a bag, and he turned to lead me in. When he turned, I took the opportunity to stare at his ample backside. The t-shirt was stretched tight across his broad back and shoulders, and his shorts stretched beautifully across his bubble butt. When we got inside he lead the way to his spare room. Having left any larger items with my ex, I would be using the furniture already in the bedroom, and mostly just living out of my bags until I could get back on my feet. When we got to the room, I knew he would be turning around, so I averted my eyes quickly so that he wouldn't catch me staring at him. We set down our burden, he turned to me, and pulled me into a hug, squeezing me tightly to him. I'm much slenderer than my father, but still not overly thin. He was able to reach his arms all the way around me while I could just about reach his lats. I laid my head on his shoulder, was feeling a bit overwhelmed, got choked up and felt a tear slide out of my eye onto his shoulder. I think he felt the moistness and started rubbing my back while squeezing tighter. I was happy that only our torsos were connected, because the duration of the hug was starting to get a different kind of reaction out of me. I decided it was probably a good time to end the hug before I became obscene. I turned my head towards him, and kissed him on his neck and started releasing my hold on him and started pulling back. He released me until only our bellies were touching, and he stopped me just looking at my face. He saw something in my face that drew him to put his hand on the side of my face and wiped his thumb along the underside of my eye, wiping at the moistness that had gathered there. I placed my hand over his, and turned my head to kiss his palm. I immediately felt that I needed to pull myself together. I didn't want to make my dad feel uncomfortable with my rampant emotions. "Have you eaten?" He asked. I shook my head indicating that I hadn't. "OK, well, would you rather go out and grab something, or would you prefer to stay in and order out?" "Why don't we just stay in? I have a little more to bring in from the car and even though there's not much unpacking, I should at least get my stuff organized in the room so it's not a complete disaster." I replied. "Works for me. Pizza work for you?" I nodded my agreement, and we parted ways. Him to his recliner, and me to my car to get the remainder of my things. I finished what I wanted to get done, and went in to check on Dad. "How long do we have on the pizza?" I asked. "It said forty-five minutes about 10 minutes ago," he said. "Perfect," I replied "that gives me enough time to sit, relax and get a smoke in before it gets here." "That sounds like a good idea" Dad said, getting to his feet. "I think I'll join you." He then raised his arms up and stretched with a loud grunt. During his stretch his shirt raised up, and showed me a peak at his love lines, hair covering above, and smooth below until about a quarter of the way in on each side. Standing there watching him, my mouth went completely dry. I couldn't tear my eyes away. He was obviously not wearing anything under his shorts. My mind started to race, with fantasies of tracing those lines to the prize beneath his waistband. Distracted as I was with the sight before me, I neglected to avert my gaze at an appropriate time, and was brought out of my reverie when I saw the shirt get pulled down while Dad was recomposing himself. I suddenly felt very hot, and could tell that I must be the brightest shade of red, I looked up at my dad's face, and he was looking away, but I could see the slightest smirk on his face. The blush I was feeling seemed to get even more intense. I finally averted my gaze, and the two of us headed out to the patio. Dad's back patio is amazing. Covered, screened in and large, facing a modest backyard surrounded by a six-foot privacy fence. We sat on either side of his patio table smoking and waiting for the pizza. What would have been a comfortable silence was made uncomfortable to me by my getting caught staring. My dad must have noticed, and tried to break the silence. "Son," he started, then paused, and looked like he was trying to decide what he wanted to ask, or if he wanted to ask it at all. "if you don't mind my asking, what happened between you and your boyfriend?" I sat there a minute trying to decide how to phrase what I wanted to say. Finally, I said "We just grew apart, I guess." I started tearing up, and started having trouble speaking. "We...we thought that if we just stuck it out...maybe...maybe we could get back what we had at the beginning." I gathered myself and continued, "It just didn't work, and instead of finding what we had, feelings of animosity and resentment started to develop on both sides. I think that my job loss was the last straw." Dad sat there a moment, contemplating what I had just said, and looked like he had another question brewing. Finally, he let it fly "I noticed that your boyfriends are typically older by quite a bit." I nodded. "Does that have anything to do with me?" I was caught off guard, and sat there in stunned silence. It wasn't incorrect. It was something that I knew and, with the age differences of my relationships, I knew it was a fairly obvious thing. I just never thought that my father would actually question me about it. In all honesty, I was freaking out. I didn't want to lie to him, but if I confirmed his suspicion, would I scare him? How would it affect our relationship? Part of me wanted to deny it, and let him continue just thinking of me as his gay son, and not his perverted freak of a gay son. The other part of me wanted to admit it, and let him know the real me, as messed up as I may be. I lit up another cigarette, and decided that I would just go with the truth. "Yeah" I said, shame in my voice. I stared at the table, not willing to make eye contact or even look in his direction. I prepared myself for some kind of disgusted comment, or just him getting up and walking away, uncomfortable. I was surprised again when his hand came into my vision and gently grabbed my free hand. "Hey," he said, "it's OK. I was just curious. I promise I don't think any less of you, and I will not pull away from you." At that moment, the doorbell rang. He chuckled "OK, that right there will make me pull away, but only temporarily." I gave a small chuckle and a small smile as he got up and went through the house to the front door to get the pizza. I listened to the exchange at the door while I finished my cigarette. As the front door shut, I was walked back into the house and headed to the kitchen to get us a couple of plates. Dad brought the pizza to the kitchen table and sat it down, opening the box. We sat down at the table and started digging into the pizza. As we sat there eating, I was watching Dad, and seeing the expressions on his face. He looked like he was deep in thought, but I couldn't tell what kind of thought. While he was distracted in his head, a large glob of pizza sauce dropped onto his shirt. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed, and immediately took a napkin and started wiping off the sauce. Once he got the majority of it, he stood up, stripped off his shirt, and tossed it toward the garage door where the washer and dryer were located. "I'll take care of that later." I became distracted again. My father sitting there shirtless, his hairy torso exposed for me to admire. I sat there eating my pizza letting my eyes take in every inch of him that I could see. Imagining what that hair would feel like as I ran my hands through it. It was dense, and covered him completely like he was wearing a sweater. The only skin exposed being his nipples and the underside of his arms. His nipples weren't giant by any means but, they were large, and a nice pink color. His beard just blended down into his chest hair, almost like the chest hair was an extension of the beard. I looked up at his face and noticed that he was watching me take him in. He had an impish smile on his face, like he had mischief on his mind. "Sorry" I said. "I really don't want to make you uncomfortable." "You know," he started, "I'm kind of surprised that I'm not. I'm actually flattered. Even though you're my son, it's nice to know that this old man can still turn at least one head." I blushed. "More than one" I said under my breath, feeling my cock inflating as the fantasies ran through my head in quick succession. We finished eating our share of the pizza, and got up from the table. My dad heading toward the laundry, and me clearing the table and getting dishes done and leftovers put away. Dad called to me from the laundry, "It's still early, is there anything that you wanted to do this evening?" I hollered back. "I didn't have anything planned! Figured I'd just get settled in here. Maybe take a shower here in a bit and get comfortable. Did you have anything in mind?" "I'm pretty much a homebody these days, son," he said, stepping back into the kitchen. "My evenings consist of TV and possibly playing a game or two on the computer just to keep from getting too bored." "Well, that sounds awfully familiar to me. What games are you playing these days?" He started describing them to me. One being a military style first person shooter, the other being an open world style racing game. This got us onto the subject of gaming and the different kinds of games that we enjoyed playing. Our conversation eventually lost its momentum, and we fell into a comfortable silence. We decided to go back out to the patio for another cigarette. While we were sitting there, Dad got another thoughtful look. "What's on your mind?" I asked. He looked at me, and pulled his mouth in a straight line. "I was just thinking about getting comfortable for a night in." I raised an eyebrow, "You're in shorts and that's it. How much more comfortable were you going to get?" "That's where I was pondering" he said. "I'm used to being alone, so I'm also used to not wearing much more than a pair of underwear." "And...because we're both grown men, I'm gay and just tonight you confirmed that I'm attracted to you, you don't feel comfortable getting that comfortable." A look of shame flickered across his face, but he schooled his expression quickly, and shook his head. "Maybe a mix of the three, but it's my issue and has nothing to do with you." "Well," I said, with a smirk, "you realize that I've already seen you in all your glory, right? At that time only one of those wasn't true at the time, you just didn't know about the other two yet." He blushed, shrugged, and then nodded. "I guess you're right. OK, I will try not to overthink things, and just try to act naturally, and you should too. This is your home now too, and I don't want you to feel like you have to change your habits either." "That works for me," I said with a small smile. We sat and enjoyed our smokes and the warm weather. Occasionally, I would steal glances at my dad. He was so handsome sitting there, taking drags off of his cigarette, his body hair moving slightly in the light breeze that was coming though. His nipples reacting to the breeze as well with a visible hardening. I finished my cigarette and stood up to go into the house. Dad looked at me. "You going in already? It's such a nice night." "I know," I said, "I'll be back. Just going to get comfortable, and drain the lizard." He looked at me. "You're changing clothes?" "No, just shedding," I said. "Just emptying your bladder?" he asked, starting to smirk at me. "Yeah?" I was starting to feel confused as to his line of questioning. "Then, why do you have to go inside? You can get comfortable right here, and there's an entire private yard for you to use as your urinal. Just remember not to piss up wind," he said with a chuckle and a wink. I nodded, "Why not." I stripped off my shirt, giving my belly a scratch. My upper body is essentially a smaller version of my father, with less size and less hair. I have a respectable amount of hair on my chest and belly. The only hair I have on my back is a small patch in my lower back right above the crack of my ass. I have a bit of a belly, but it's firm. My chest is broad, but definitely not the barrel that my father has. My beard also does not connect to my chest hair. There is some natural separation between the two of them. I walked over to the patio door, opened it, undid my pants, and realized that I had decided to go commando.