A couple of days ago, around late afternoon, I was in my family’s home office. Originally, it was just me home, but my dad came home from work early. He had an online Zoom meeting he had to join for work, and since I was already on the computer in the office, he told me he would just use the smaller desk we have in our basement for his meeting. At this point, it was only me and my dad at home. He was in his meeting, and I had finished getting my work done, so I had started looking at some sex toys, as I’ve been looking to buy one for a bit now.
The office is set up where the desk faces away from the door, and so the computer screen can be seen as soon as you walk into the office. I wasn’t worried about him walking in though because I figured I had plenty of time, as he was in a meeting, and also figured I would hear him walking closer. Well, apparently, I was wrong for both because my dad somehow managed to walk into the office without me realizing. I’m not sure how long he was standing there until he had said something or if he had just walked in, but he said, “What are you looking at on there?” At this point, there was no trying to deny what was going on as you could clearly tell what was on the screen, and my shocked and blushed face definitely didn’t help my situation when I turned around.
I completely stumbled around with my answer, trying to somehow save face, and my dad could tell how embarrassed I was. I knew he was fully aware of what I was doing, and I think he realized I didn’t know what to say, so he kinda just moved the conversation along. He walked closer to me and put his hand on the back of the chair and leaned into the computer screen and asked, “Well, what are you thinking of getting?” At this point, I went from shocked and embarrassed to confused as to why my dad was asking me what sex toy I was thinking of buying. Again, I didn’t really answer and was just stumbling over “ums,” but I had had a toy open on the screen, which was just like a fleshlight. So since I was not saying anything that resembled a sentence, my dad once again chimed in and said, “I don’t care if you wanna get one, it’s not weird.” I responded to that saying, “Yeah, I’ve been looking to get one for a bit, but I haven’t decided.” To which my dad responds, “Well, what are your options? This one is supposed to be a pussy, wouldn’t you want the boy version?”
At this point, I was back to shocked. My dad has known for a while now that I was gay, and he was very supportive, but as with most child-parent relationships, we never really discussed my sex life. I had responded back saying, “Yeah, I guess probably.” So then my dad says to me, “While there is probably a section for those,” and then proceeds to take the mouse and go through the filters to sort by flashjacks. The oddness of the situation started to wear off a bit, and I got a bit more comfortable, and for a good 20 minutes, we went through the entire website’s catalogue looking at different toys, saving things, and adding things to the cart. My dad was really looking into the details, what things were made of, looking at reviews, asking if I wanted something tighter, a handheld, something bigger.
As I mentioned before, my dad was kinda behind me, with his hand on the back of the chair leaning over the desk, and so his crotch area was pretty close to my line of sight. When we were looking at different toys and picking stuff, and he was asking my preference, I could definitely tell my dad was getting a bit hard. We ended up settling on an Allen King Flashjack and a torso toy. After we finished looking for me, I had figured my dad would leave and that would be that, but instead, he asked if it would be okay to look at some options for him. He didn’t make it awkward for me when I was looking, so I felt bad to make it awkward for him, especially since he had just sat through a good 20 mins of picking out gay sex toys for me. So we went through more options for him; he was asking my opinion on which ones I thought were good. He ended up deciding on a small little hand-held stroker, and then he also got himself a torso toy. So now everything was in the cart; he had asked me one more time if I was happy with my choices, and I had told him yes.
He then told me he was gonna go get his card so we could place the order. I told him I could pay for mine, and we can do two separate orders, but he told me it was fine and he was happy to pay for both our toys. So my dad stepped out of the office to grab his wallet, and I was left to process that my dad was going to get his wallet to pay for sex toys for himself and his son. He came back up; I put in his card, and we placed the order. After I got the confirmation email, he kinda patted my shoulder and said “now the hardest part, waiting”. I laughed at his joke, and after some conversation about other stuff, he eventually walked out. We placed the order 2 days ago now, and both days in the morning, my dad has come up to me and asked about any updates on shipping/tracking.
I’m not sure what to make of this, if I’m reading into anything, or if this even means anything, but any advice or opinions would be great as I’m just trying to figure out what this all means if anything at all.