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

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

Part 2

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.

“You ok Danny?” he said looking down at me.

My heart pounding, I frantically tried to hide the fact that I was at full attention “I’m sorry!” almost yelling “I was coming to ask you about the game tonight and tripped, it was stupid”

He looked down at my hand covering my still hard cock. “You tripped… on your back?”

Hurriedly I said “Yeah, I’m not sure, I fell and then kida just rolled over, I’m sorry. I’m ok.”

“Alright…” he said questioningly. He started to look back at my face and reached out his hand “anyway, what was your question”

“Umm, right, yeah… I… Who’s playing?”

“It’s the Seahawks versus the Broncos”

-fuck why am I still hard, I have to get away- I thought. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me off the ground -Jesus he did that with no effort at all- still covering myself I started to walk away “right, birds and horses, sounds great, can’t wait” rushing down the hall to my room I look back just as I step in and see my dad still standing there watching me as I walk away -was his hand just on his cock- I close the door behind me.

My heart still racing and my back to the door I ran the conversation over and over in my head. -Did he see I was hard? Does he think I was watching him? Shit! I don’t know!- I walk over and sit on my bed, grabbing my phone that sat by my pillow. -He was on grindr, I know it- I flip open the app and wait for it to refresh. A headless torso pops up as the closest person. A toned, tanned torso with a light dusting of dark chest hair that led straight to…

-fuck it is him!-

Thankfully, being closeted and nervous as hell, I knew better than to post my face on my profile for fear of being outed. My picture had your normal chest photo that showed off my hairless body and slight 6pack, a few pictures of my ass in those tight boxer’s briefs I love. And a brief bio of “18 btm, looking for discrete top”

I quickly check who has viewed my profile. Sure enough, the headless torso I know as dad is right there. I open the profile and see the description: “Discrete jock dad top. Looking for hookups. 8’’ Uncut” -8 inches! Fuck why didn’t I get any of that- My average 6-inch cock started to get hard again reading the profile. It continued “New to this and looking to find a discrete regular fuck buddy” It had a few tags listed below it like anon, blow-n-go, hung, dad, jock. There was a little marker at the top of the profile that said “new”. -so, he hasn’t been on here long-

Suddenly I hear a knock on my door “Danny… you in there?”

-shit why is he knocking, he did see me didn’t he fuckfuckfuckfuck-

“Uh yeah, just a minute!” I quickly grab a pillow and throw it over my lap

“what’s up?”

He opens the door revealing his chest and pajama pants and -shit, he’s a little hard too-

“Hey Sport, I would love for you to come down and meet the guys today, they are a bunch of really cool people. I know it’s not really your scene and you’d rather be on your videogames, but I still want you to give it a try”

“Yeah! Of course, dad! Can’t wait! Birds and Horses, go sports”

“Seahawks and Broncos” he said shaking his head and smiling as he closed the door.

I flopped down on my bed, feeling exhausted as my adrenaline rush started to die out. -Why did he come in here when I was still hard, fuck he’s so hot- I open the app again and stare at my dad’s profile. The world lurches as the realization hits me. -He’s cheating on mom… he’s cheating on mom with men!-

That Afternoon

The smell of pizza, beer and queso-dip filled the room as the announcer on the T.V. yelled “TOUCHDOWN - SEAHAWKS” all the guys did their war cry they had been so eager to use all night. I looked over at my dad and smiled

“so, did we win?” he laughed “No sport, that was only the 2nd quarter, It’s half time! We still have a whole 2 quarters to go!” He drank again from his, what was it now… 4th beer? He was visibly tipsy at this point, as were all the guys.

My dad had let me try beer in the past, but I never liked it. It just tasted… gross. I’ve had a few sips of his mixed drinks. On the weekends he would usually be drinking a “rum and coke” which was actually pretty good in my opinion.

I got up from the couch where I was sitting next to dad to make my way over for another slice of “meatzilla” pizza. As I walked past, he gave me another of his “Good Game” slaps, this time however his hand lingered a bit longer than normal and I swear he squeezed a little too. I turned and laughed at him as I walked to the kitchen -was that intentional?-

Mom wasn’t supposed to be home until later tonight, she hates being in the house when the guys are over watching the game. I checked the message from her. 10 o clock. Great. I’ll be hanging out with a bunch of gearheads forever. Gary, one of dad’s co-workers, came up behind me and grabbed my shoulder in the way dads always grab your shoulder.

“Hey Bud! It’s been nice to finally meet you. Your dad doesn’t shut up about how awesome you are”

“Oh, really? We don’t actually hang out a lot. I’m not a huge sports fan.”

“Never would have noticed” he winked “So, got a girlfriend”

My heart started to make its way to my throat “no, not really interested”

“Oh?” he said with an eyebrow raised

“no no! I just mean I’m pretty busy with my job and school and I kinda just prefer to be alone”

“the reclusive type eh? My son is like that too, he’s a bit younger than you. Are you into those” He hesitated and started snapping his fingers obviously thinking hard “FPR’s I think he calls them?”

“FPS Games” I chuckled “yeah those are pretty fun, I prefer the online MMO kinds of games though”

“Well, I have no idea what that all means but it sounds great” -right like football is any less confusing with their penalties and weird rules on how you can and can’t touch the person you’re literally knocking the shit out of- “Maybe you two could play games together some time, he needs more friends that are real people”

-online friends are just as real as any other friend- I thought to myself. “Yeah, that would be cool, maybe he can show me his FPR’s” I said as I elbowed him.

“Ayee! We got ourselves a jokester! Jake! Your boy is alright.” He yelled to my dad

“I told you he was awesome, and he gets it all from me of course! Where do you think his good looks came from?”

My dad winked and me and I started to feel my cheeks getting red

I grabbed my pizza and made my way back to the couch, sitting next to my dad. He put his hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze “I’m glad you decided to hang out with us” I could feel the blood rushing to my dick, making it grow slightly. I smiled at him “me too dad”

He glanced at my crotch area and then quickly moved back to the T.V. letting his had linger on my thigh a few more seconds before removing it.

After the Game

It was about six the time the game ended. The guys stuck around a bit longer and made comments about how they would have played better or called a play differently. The usual guy talks of sexless lives without first doing the list of tasks for their wives. Not getting any head after putting the rings on their fingers… the list goes on. Finally, around 8 they had all left in their drunken stupors. It always made me a little angry when people drove home tipsy… I’ve lost friends to dumb decisions like that. Dad had finished off another 3 beers and was pretty well drunk at this point.

“I can clean up the kitchen if you wanna head to bed dad”

“What?! And leave thish all to you?? Nahhhhh! I can help you out” he said, slurring his words.

Chips and dip were all cleared out thankfully but we got the pizza put away, the pies stored in mom's special pie holders.

“Really dad, I can do the rest. I’ll just put the dishes in the washer. You can head to bed”

“You’re the best” he said, giving me a wink and a tight hug. I really appreciate you coming and meeting everyone. I think Gary liked you!”

His chest was warm and his heartbeat was almost hypnotizing. I could have stayed right there forever. I hugged him back. Before he let go, I could feel something press into my hip… -is he getting hard?-

“Uh, yeah, Gary was cool.”

He turned and started to make his way up the stairs, before he even made the second step and he started to fall backwards. Thankfully he caught himself.

“Hey Dad, let me help you up the stairs”

“Haha, yeah you probably should. I think I had one to many”

“Or maybe like 4 too many” I said putting my arm on his back to keep him from falling down again. I could feel his muscles beneath his shirt as he gripped the railing. -damn dad-

We made it up the stairs and into his bedroom. He flopped on the bed and made a grunting sound.

“Ok, you good?”

“Would be better if I got a load out”

My heart jumped “what?”

“Nothing” he chuckled “Goodnight, bud”

“Goodnight dad” As I turned around and started to make my way out, closing the door behind me I could hear him struggling to get his clothes off. I made a few loud steps down the hall and quickly turned around walking quietly back. I got into my usual spot in front of the door peering inside. He had already taken off his shirt and pants. I could see the print of his cock in his boxers -Fuck he’s hot- I thought, my own cock getting hard.

He grabbed his phone off his nightstand and started to flip through something. He eventually landed on something, and I could hear some quiet moaning. He must have turned on some porn.

He laid down on his bed and started to play with is cock under his boxers. I could see it start to grow. Damn that thing was huge. He pulled his boxers off and continued to slowly stroke his cock.

I started to stroke my cock as well, watching him lay there, his foreskin covering and uncovering the head of his dick. His balls moving up and down with each stroke.

He stopped his video. Flipped his phone upright and snapped a picture. He looked at it for a second and then glanced towards the door.

-Shit-

I hesitated a moment… -did he see me?-

I didn’t hear any movement while I held my breath. Suddenly my phone buzzed in my pocket -since when was vibrate so fucking loud!- I looked at my phone. Grindr. I clicked on the notification and a picture of a large uncut cock was on my phone and a message “you going to come help me with this or what?”

I looked through the window again and saw my dad, cock straight up, leaning back on his hands and staring right at me.