Part 1 Dad Is My Dream

This is a work of fiction. The people and the events are made up.

This is my first story so I’m eager for critiques and input! Please let me know 😊 depending on the reaction I'll keep it going haha.

(Danny 18 – Is closeted, a 5’8 teen with dark brown curly hair and is coming to terms with the desires he has… for his dad?! In an embarrassing moment his deepest secrete gets out. What will happen with their father son relationship?)

Part 1.

-She’s baking a pie- I thought to myself as I bounced down the stairs. The smell of cinnamon and sweet apples filled me. I turned the corner and saw mom standing at the island with a mixing bowl. Her usual spot. She had on her baking apron, a mix of dark blue and purple with dashes of old flower caked on it. This thing had to have been passed down at least 3 generations… it needed to be tossed out, but that thought was sad. It’s what mom wears when she bakes; like it’s a part of her personality.

“You’re finally up” she said, one eyebrow raised.

I sat at the counter “it’s Sunday… I sleep in on Sundays”

“You would sleep in every day if you could. Remember, dad’s having friends over this afternoon for the game, I don’t want you in your pj’s all day” she turned and started to wash her hands, blond curly hair bouncing at her shoulders as she did.

“I won’t” I stated. Though I really wanted to. Lord knows I hate cloths.

“How many people will be here?”

“Only a few. I think it’s just his co-workers this time, Uncle Adam is busy this weekend” Uncle Adam was mom’s brother. A tall, slender built man with slim features, like mom. Kinda an emo uncle type. He was an artist that had his own studio in the city. The place was pretty cool.

“You know your dad would appreciate if you made an appearance and actually watched the game with him” she said as she poured the apple mix into the pie pan.

-Ugh, sports- “You know I hate football… and people” I sighed.

“I want you to at least come down and say high to everyone, who knows maybe you’ll enjoy the guys”

I got up, walking to the cupboard and grabbed a glass. As I’m getting water from the fridge, I hear my dad come up behind me. “Afternoon sport” he says, giving me an aggressive Good Game smack on the ass.

My cock twitches when he does that, he’s always so firm.

My dad is 43, a tall muscular dark-skinned man, like he had been tanning for a long weekend, dark short curly hair, broad shoulders & glasses. He always has a perfect 5 a-clock shadow… how does he that?

He was shirtless with just his pajama plants on. He had a light dusting of dark chest hair that moved down his stomach leading straight to the goods.

-Fuck he’s hot- I thought to myself. I could see his bulge. I can remember seeing him naked as a kid. Again, my cock starts to twitch as my head fills with images of him drying off after a shower. I quickly turn around and sit at the counter again… praying they didn’t see the very obvious chub forming in my shorts.

“You’re making pie for the guys tonight?” he said, wrapping his arms around mom’s waist.

“Well, I want them to feel at home!” she leaned into his hug and turned to kiss him. “You 2 and sleeping in, and YOU’RE in pjs too?”

“It’s Sunday! I sleep in on Sundays!” he winks at me.

Mom shakes her head and moves to put the pie in the oven. “Well go get some cloths on, you said the guys are coming over at one, that’s only an hour and I’m leaving in just a minute to meet the ladies.”

“Bossy” he says with a smirk as he starts heading upstairs.

I move off the stool and start heading for the stairs as well. If I time it right, I may be able to catch him changing.

“I’m going to change as well”

“You better come say hi to the guys when they get here… don’t forget” she yells after me.

I can hear mom leaving as I stand just inside my bedroom door. Once I hear the “click” of the latch on the fence I know I’m in the clear. I move down the hall towards my parents’ room. They have French doors that open into the master bedroom. A curtain on the inside covers the window, except for a small gap on the side that I can just barely see through.

My heart rate starts to pick up a little as I squat down to look through. I can see dad sitting on the bed, still in his pj’s swiping on his phone. Whatever he was looking at was obviously making him excited as I could see his hardon pushing at the buttons on his pants. Just knowing he was getting hard made me hard too. I slip my hand into my shorts and start rubbing my growing cock.

As he’s swiping through his phone, I can hear his notification go off.

-oh fuck, that’s grindr!- I think to myself as a gasp escapes me. What is he doing with grindr on his phone? Dad never gave any sign of being gay or bisexual. He’s a man’s man, football and cars and woman and blah blah blah. Was it all a show? So many thoughts and possibilities ran through my head, I almost didn’t notice him standing up and heading straight towards the door… towards me!

In a silent panic I tried to stand up but quickly lose my footing. Falling flat on my back I look down just in time to see myself, still hard as a rock… pitching a full tent… right as the bedroom doors open.