Date: Thu, 4 Feb 2021 09:06:50 +0000 (UTC) From: F T Subject: Smoking A Bowl With Dad - 2 You like reading crazy stuff like this? Then consider a donation to Nifty. Help them keep a place for us to share our fantasies. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I woke up on the futon in my boxers around 1 in the afternoon, my dad was in the recliner also only in his boxers, his position made it easy to see part of his dick through the slit in the front. My head was killing me from the drinking and smoking the previous night. Memories of sharing a cocksucker flooded back with a wave that was half shame and half excitement. Blowing clouds always made me horny, but it also takes away all inhibitions ....... good and bad. I got up, grabbed one of the last beers from the fridge, and made my way to the bathroom. I pissed like a racehorse & got in the shower with my cold beer. The warm water & cold beer were the perfect antidote for the headache I was nursing. The shower must have woken Dad, he came in the bathroom, also with a beer, and pulled his thick dick through the slit in the boxers and let out a huge guttural sigh as he started pissing. I couldn't help but watch him drink his beer and take a piss at the same time, I got a slight rise out of my own dick. Not full wood, but it still perked up a little. Dad glanced over through the cheap ass see through shower curtain at me obviously watching him. "You didn't see enough yesterday?" He laughed while shaking the last drops off. I didn't respond just chuckled. "Hurry up I fuckin stiiiiiiink" "Yes sir!" I finished washing the soap off & turned off the faucet. I opened the curtain & stood there naked in front of my old man. He kind of froze, eyes trailing down my body and back up. I finished my own beer, burped and said "You gonna hand me a towel or what?" The question snapped him back to reality. He grabbed a rough balled up towel out of the cabinet and tossed it to me. "Now get out the way" he peeled off the boxers he had been wearing since I got there and stepped into the tub as I stepped out, our bodies very slightly grazing against eachother. What the fuck was going on? Yeah I'm gay, but I wasn't high or anything ...... why am I thinking about my dad's dick!? I dried my body off first then my hair, when I pulled the towel off my head I realized Dad was watching. I didn't say anything. I hung the towel on a nail next to the shower & grabbed my toothbrush. We had dumbass small talk while I brushed my teeth and he showered, obviously checking eachother out through the curtain. "Shit I think that was the only clean towel" I said standing totally nude in front of the open cabinet. "I'll just use your wet one I guess, gather up some stuff and go get a load started for us" Dad instructed. I threw on my basketball shorts & grabbed the pile of filthy towels & whatever clothes were on the bathroom floor. The apartment Dad lives in is basically an efficiency above a 2 car garage in his brother Stephen's back yard, the washer & dryer are downstairs in the actual garage. I started loading all the soiled towels, socks, & t-shirts into the wash & I came across the boxers Dad had been wearing yesterday ....... and for who knows how long before that. I could clearly see a wet spot from where he pissed earlier and dried cum from the day before. DON'T DO IT, I said to myself, but I couldn't help it. I buried my face into the boxers taking in the smell. I licked at the dry cum spots ....... It was one thing to watch him get head while we were spun out of our minds but this was too much. I tossed the boxers into the wash and started the machine. I was hoping the chub I had in my gym shorts would go away before I got back upstairs but something worse happened. I turned around just as my Uncle Stephen and his family were pulling into the garage. They were obviously just getting back from church. Uncle Stephen stepped out of the drivers seat with a big smile "B.J. didn't know you were in! Figured you'd be picking out dorm rooms by now!" He made his way over and wrapped me in a big hug, made all the more uncomfortable because I had no shirt on & was commando in thin shorts. Aunt Sarah stepped out with an incredibly fake smile "Yeah great to see you, you look more and more like your dad everyday!" It was most certainly NOT meant as a compliment. My two younger cousins with their faces in video games gave faint greetings and walked away. "Well I better get back upstairs" I said nervously feeling exposed. "Yeah you better go get dressed, I'm sure you and Bradley have SO much planned for today" Aunt Sarah's sarcasm wasn't veiled at all. Uncle Stephen gave me a squeeze on the shoulder "See if you can't make your Dad look for a job while you're in town" "I'll do my best" I responded while Sarah rolled her eyes and walked away. I exchanged a few more small talk pleasantries with my uncle, which included promising I would come have dinner with them before I left, and headed back upstairs. Dad was already on the futon with wet hair taking a big hit from the pipe. "Sarah's a bitch" I said walking in. A huge cloud of smoke erupted from his lungs as he laughed "yeah, but she has nice tits". I had to laugh in response. "I fuckin hate that Uncle Stephen still calls me B.J. ...... sounds like blow job". I'm Bradley Jr & have gone by Brad since I became a teenager. "What the fuck is wrong with blow jobs?" Dad chuckled as he passed the pipe. I chuckled back and hit the pipe with the flame "Nothing wrong with blow jobs, they're fuckin awesome ....... as long as the cocksucker knows what they're doing" I started taking a pull as Dad said "Yeah that dude yesterday didn't really know what he was doing, huh?" "Nope" I said through a big cloud. "You know how to do it better?" His usual laughing demeanor was different. I slowly finished blowing the cloud into the air above me not exactly sure what he was asking me, not sure how or if I should answer. I could feel my dick start pumping blood and I answered without looking him in the face "yep". "You uuuuuuuh ............ feel like ..... no never mind" he cut himself off, shook his head "We need to go get more beer". "You want me to prove it?" I asked passing the pipe. "Prove it?" He asked glancing up at me. "Yeah ....... you uuuh, you want me to prove I can do it better?" We sat there quietly, the silence only broken by the torch lighting the pipe. Dads face not betraying any thought he might be having. Fuck fuck fuck. I knew I had totally misunderstood what he was asking & that he was probably freaking out fuck.fuck.fuck. Felt like forever as he took a huge hit and let it out slowly. He leaned back spreading his legs, looked me in the eyes and said. "Ok ..... yeah ...... prove it"