u/astoundingdenial

One morning, I heard dad call my name. Before I even got up out of bed, my door opened and he was in my doorframe just in a pair of running shorts and white socks on. He must have had an early morning jog. He said Ive gotta see this. I had no idea what it could be. I was only in my boxers myself but as mom and my sis were away, I guess there was no harm in being in a state of undress. Dad took me to the hallway window, and it was a family of foxes in our garden, including some young ones, just sunbathing. Very cute. Standing besides my dad the whiff of sweat hit me. He had definitely been for a run. Although the initial hit of the scent was a bit strong, we spent a few minutes watching the foxes together and I got used to it. There was something distinctive about the smell of him, it felt masculine. Then when dad had seen enough he said, "right you want a drink?" I said sure, and he looked like he was in two minds about going right away, he started towards the stairs then spun around and muttered "actually I need a quick wizz" and walked into the bathroom door that was near the staircase. He left the door wide open, but I heard the gentle ruffle of his shorts, the snap of the waistband then the sound of a stream hitting the water.

He must have known I was going to have to pass the bathroom to get to the staircase, so I slowly walked towards the stairs.

As I got to the bathroom I nonchalantly turned my head to look at dad. I saw him holding his beefy cock, although it was slightly obscured by his hand, as I drew close I noticed him let go with his nearest hand, instead letting it flop and rest against his other knuckle that was holding down the waistband of his shorts.

When he glanced over I knew I'd been caught peeking and half expected the usual "you looking at my willy" but instead...an unexpected remark I'd never heard him say: "You want to touch it?"

It took me aback- I froze on the spot and my brain just got frazzled!

"Huh?" I replied gormlessly, calculating the risks!

I looked at his expression expecting a mischievous grin to show that he was joking, but all I saw was a faint smile...and his eyes were searching, analysing me!

"My willy" he added.

If he was joking it was a cruel joke. Or maybe it was a test?

In that moment, I just stood there, waiting for him to tell me he was just messing with me. I remained silent for a moment, just looking at him dubiously!

"Why?" I asked.

Dad was finishing up his pee, and while looking down he muttered "nah, just being silly" under his breath, before shaking his penis and pulling the shorts back up over it.

The crazy part? He wasn't chuckling, he was withdrawn, he seemed...embarrassed.

It was completely out of character.

Then like nothing had happened, he rinsed his hands off then left the bathroom and walked past me to go downstairs. I followed him down, totally speechless, wondering if I had just blown a real opportunity.

I knew then that if this was real, dad was even more skittish than me, so maybe I needed to be bold and just trust my instinct, grasp every olive branch that dad extends.

I walked into the kitchen behind him, playing his words back over in my head. "Do you want to touch it". Surely he knew I couldn't just go for it! Not after he had reacted to previous revelations about my attraction. That's why I was convinced he was just testing me. He probably had no intention of actually letting me touch it. It was just words, he was trying to psyche me out I thought.

As dad was preparing the coffee, he rinsed a sponge in the sink and absent mindedly wiped down the counter tops, but I don't think he had squeezed it properly, so when he swiped in an arc on the counter it sent a flurry of soapy water splashing onto his belly which must have dripped down the front of his shorts. "Ack" he responded to it as he tossed the sponge back in the sink. And without hesitation, he pulled his shorts AND briefs down, exposing his buttocks to me. I was sat on the stool and just stared in surprise.

The timing was so suspect, it actually seemed deliberate! Dad kept his back to me while he finished up the coffees, and I was on tenterhooks. He finally turned around holding both cups, totally nude besides his white socks, and he didn't look me in the eyes at all, as he casually set down the cups. I couldn't think of anything witty to say. I was dumbstruck!

Dad walked around the island, and took the seat directly next to me, and sat his naked butt down on it, again not looking me in the eyes, and he took a swig of his coffee, grimacing with his eyes shut as he swished it and gulped it (clearly underestimating how hot it was).

His behaviour was erratic. He was not himself.

I held my cup and nursed it in my hands, trying not to stare at dad, looking at the kitchen cabinets trying to get my head together.

Until he remarked "are you okay?"

Then my dating eyes turned to him for a moment as I nodded and let out a "uhuh" of approval.

Then he said "ah, it's making you uncomfortable seeing your dad's willy?"

Those words shook me to my core!

I shrugged it off, tried to play it cool "nah not really" I replied, making a concerted effort to look at it briefly to show that I wasn't uncomfortable about it. But who am I kidding...seeing it curved over his big balls, hanging so proudly there, longer and thicker than mine, it made me so damn flustered that I had to look away again.

In spite of this I could see in my periphery that his socked feet were planted on the sides of the bar stool footrests, legs parted, genitalia fully exposed and accentuated by his stance and it felt like he was putting pressure on me, making it impossible for me to ignore. "Having a naked day then?" I asked rhetorically.

"Oh, well I'm glad that you don't mind!" He replied with a light chuckle, and I felt his hand pat my knee. It made my leg tremble! I was honestly quite a bit shaken up. Maybe this wasn't anything more than we had experienced before together, but given the circumstances...this was different. Profoundly so.

My own penis was hibernating in my boxers. I was a bundle of nerves! There was no blood going into it. I was honestly terrified of making a wrong move or misjudging the situation.

Dad was easing up into the situation, blowing in his coffee and taking small sips, letting out an exaggerated exhale.

But we were both silent for a short while. It felt like ages, and it was tense...maybe for both of us.

I still couldn't look directly at dad's penis. I was too nervous for what he might say.

I slipped my coffee, then besides me dad gulped the entirety of his coffee and stood back up. I glanced over and saw his penis swing from the movement.

"You getting another?" I asked him.

Dad stood still for a moment, looking in his coffee mug as if it would give him an answer.

He was stood right next to me, his genitals were right there, I thought in that moment about his earlier invitation, and I decided to act. I moved my hand out and grasped at his penis. I did it! My fingers wrapped around it's girth. It was soft but weighty! And then I had second thoughts so I recoiled and said "there, touched it now!"

I looked up at dad and he was smirking but he had this expectant look in his eyes, as if to say, is that it?

But I didn't have the nerve to do it again...until he said to me "feel better for doing that?"

I was in disbelief by this and I responded "I dunno"

Then dad set the mug on the table and put both hands on his hips. He said "you think it's funny pulling on your dad's willy?" With a mocking tone.

"Yep!" I said, and with that, I grabbed his flaccid penis again, this time giving it a gentle downwards tug, like he had alluded to.

It was unreal! Dad was in playful mode, and he said "it's not a truck horn!". I didn't get what he meant, so he grabbed his own penis, pulled it down with two little tugs and comically made a truck horn sound as his penis flopped and swung.

It was humorous and ridiculous but I was utterly in awe- dad had never been this intimate and this comfortable about interacting with his genitals in front of me! I found myself grinning at the absurdity of the situation and dad's joke. I gave it another pull and he made the silly horn sound again!

I laughed and told him he's silly. He seemed a bit bashful and said "I know".

But this time I didn't let go, I was still holding it and fiddling with it between my finger tips. "At least you've got warm hands" he remarked. Of course, I'd been holding my coffee!

I started to feel something happening to his penis. I felt a familiar firmness, I could literally see the veins protruding and see it growing longer in my delicate grasp.

I felt this extreme tingle across my entire body, my hairs stood on end, my face felt hot, this was having a big impact on me! And of course my penis was stirring, throbbing and beginning to form into an erection!

I didn't understand why dad was letting me do this. Why now? Did he want me to carry on touching it, even when he gets hard?

He seemed a little sheepish, and he brushed at his testicles with his hand, lifted them up a moment like he was briefly checking them. It seemed like a distraction, to enable me to have more time touching his cock.

Then I saw where his eyes went. They locked onto my crotch where my briefs were tenting with a growing erection. I watched him to see his reaction. I saw him crease his nose for a split second, like he was thinking it through.

"You wanna see mine?" I asked him.

Dad seemed surprised that I asked and he cocked his head. I let go of his penis and reluctantly I pushed my boxers down my thigh, causing my growing penis to spring out, semi hard.

Dad didn't know how to react and he seemed awkward, I guess given the situation. Even though I had an obvious semi, I gave it a small outwards tug and made the truck horn sound like he did to diffuse the tension. Dad rocked his head back and chuckled.

"It's not quite as impressive as yours" I said. He just smiled, faintly. He didn't say anything, I was getting cold feet so I snapped my boxers back over my cock and kinda giggled skittishly.

He then seemed to lose his nerve. He cleared his throat then turned towards the island and leaned into it, resting his forearms on it and leaning forwards with his legs crossing over one another and exhaled something like "well...should probably start the day..."

He was trying to escape the situation! But all the while I could see his penis below the surface, looking about as rigid as mine! Sticking out like a firm rod from beneath his tightly pressed together legs.

So I reached out once more, beneath the table and held it again. Dads eyes glared at me for a moment, but then he looked over at the kitchen cabinets and took in a deep and slow breath! This was really happening. I continued to let my fingers fumble around his thick cock, I'd never had an experience like this before! I didn't really know what I was doing, maybe it wasn't sexy at all, but to me this was incredible. My fingers felt around his foreskin, I could feel some bumpy veins around it. I tried to pull back his foreskin but maybe his legs pressing tightly against his cock was stopping it, as it felt resistant but my finger tip touched the opening of his foreskin and there was moistness, it was wet! It could have been sweat but more likely it was precum from all the contact!! Then dad swiftly grabbed the mug off the counter and said "right, enough silliness, there's lots to do" or something like that, and swivelled away from me, causing his penis to come free from my grasp and swing heavily in front of him, suspended slightly from the blood that was in it! He stomped over to the sink and put his mug in. Then he bent down to pick up his briefs and shorts, and I saw his cock had rigidity in it- it was standing out, looking semi hard! It looked unbelievable!

But dad held the sweaty laundry in front of it, covering up his semi erection and he went off to take a shower. He didn't look back at me. There was no insinuation. But after he went upstairs I followed behind. Heard the shower running but the door was closed this time.

I waited in my bedroom, on the edge of my bed from a position where I could watch the bathroom door.

When dad had finished the door opened, he emerged naked, but his hand was cupping his genitals. His eyes scanned over to my room, our eyes met momentarily but then he speedily made his way to his bedroom and shut the door firmly behind him. My heart sank. To think we were inches away from something serious and he had just bottled it! I wished I could read his mind!

One morning, I heard dad call my name. Before I even got up out of bed, my door opened and he was in my doorframe just in a pair of running shorts and white socks on. He must have had an early morning jog. He said Ive gotta see this. I had no idea what it could be. I was only in my boxers myself but as mom and my sis were away, I guess there was no harm in being in a state of undress. Dad took me to the hallway window, and it was a family of foxes in our garden, including some young ones, just sunbathing. Very cute. Standing besides my dad the whiff of sweat hit me. He had definitely been for a run. Although the initial hit of the scent was a bit strong, we spent a few minutes watching the foxes together and I got used to it. There was something distinctive about the smell of him, it felt masculine. Then when dad had seen enough he said, "right you want a drink?" I said sure, and he looked like he was in two minds about going right away, he started towards the stairs then spun around and muttered "actually I need a quick wizz" and walked into the bathroom door that was near the staircase. He left the door wide open, but I heard the gentle ruffle of his shorts, the snap of the waistband then the sound of a stream hitting the water.

He must have known I was going to have to pass the bathroom to get to the staircase, so I slowly walked towards the stairs.

As I got to the bathroom I nonchalantly turned my head to look at dad. I saw him holding his beefy cock, although it was slightly obscured by his hand, as I drew close I noticed him let go with his nearest hand, instead letting it flop and rest against his other knuckle that was holding down the waistband of his shorts.

When he glanced over I knew I'd been caught peeking and half expected the usual "you looking at my willy" but instead...an unexpected remark I'd never heard him say: "You want to touch it?"

It took me aback- I froze on the spot and my brain just got frazzled!

"Huh?" I replied gormlessly, calculating the risks!

I looked at his expression expecting a mischievous grin to show that he was joking, but all I saw was a faint smile...and his eyes were searching, analysing me!

"My willy" he added.

If he was joking it was a cruel joke. Or maybe it was a test?

In that moment, I just stood there, waiting for him to tell me he was just messing with me. I remained silent for a moment, just looking at him dubiously!

"Why?" I asked.

Dad was finishing up his pee, and while looking down he muttered "nah, just being silly" under his breath, before shaking his penis and pulling the shorts back up over it.

The crazy part? He wasn't chuckling, he was withdrawn, he seemed...embarrassed.

It was completely out of character.

Then like nothing had happened, he rinsed his hands off then left the bathroom and walked past me to go downstairs. I followed him down, totally speechless, wondering if I had just blown a real opportunity.

I knew then that if this was real, dad was even more skittish than me, so maybe I needed to be bold and just trust my instinct, grasp every olive branch that dad extends.

I walked into the kitchen behind him, playing his words back over in my head. "Do you want to touch it". Surely he knew I couldn't just go for it! Not after he had reacted to previous revelations about my attraction. That's why I was convinced he was just testing me. He probably had no intention of actually letting me touch it. It was just words, he was trying to psyche me out I thought.

As dad was preparing the coffee, he rinsed a sponge in the sink and absent mindedly wiped down the counter tops, but I don't think he had squeezed it properly, so when he swiped in an arc on the counter it sent a flurry of soapy water splashing onto his belly which must have dripped down the front of his shorts. "Ack" he responded to it as he tossed the sponge back in the sink. And without hesitation, he pulled his shorts AND briefs down, exposing his buttocks to me. I was sat on the stool and just stared in surprise.

The timing was so suspect, it actually seemed deliberate! Dad kept his back to me while he finished up the coffees, and I was on tenterhooks. He finally turned around holding both cups, totally nude besides his white socks, and he didn't look me in the eyes at all, as he casually set down the cups. I couldn't think of anything witty to say. I was dumbstruck!

Dad walked around the island, and took the seat directly next to me, and sat his naked butt down on it, again not looking me in the eyes, and he took a swig of his coffee, grimacing with his eyes shut as he swished it and gulped it (clearly underestimating how hot it was).

His behaviour was erratic. He was not himself.

I held my cup and nursed it in my hands, trying not to stare at dad, looking at the kitchen cabinets trying to get my head together.

Until he remarked "are you okay?"

Then my dating eyes turned to him for a moment as I nodded and let out a "uhuh" of approval.

Then he said "ah, it's making you uncomfortable seeing your dad's willy?"

Those words shook me to my core!

I shrugged it off, tried to play it cool "nah not really" I replied, making a concerted effort to look at it briefly to show that I wasn't uncomfortable about it. But who am I kidding...seeing it curved over his big balls, hanging so proudly there, longer and thicker than mine, it made me so damn flustered that I had to look away again.

In spite of this I could see in my periphery that his socked feet were planted on the sides of the bar stool footrests, legs parted, genitalia fully exposed and accentuated by his stance and it felt like he was putting pressure on me, making it impossible for me to ignore. "Having a naked day then?" I asked rhetorically.

"Oh, well I'm glad that you don't mind!" He replied with a light chuckle, and I felt his hand pat my knee. It made my leg tremble! I was honestly quite a bit shaken up. Maybe this wasn't anything more than we had experienced before together, but given the circumstances...this was different. Profoundly so.

My own penis was hibernating in my boxers. I was a bundle of nerves! There was no blood going into it. I was honestly terrified of making a wrong move or misjudging the situation.

Dad was easing up into the situation, blowing in his coffee and taking small sips, letting out an exaggerated exhale.

But we were both silent for a short while. It felt like ages, and it was tense...maybe for both of us.

I still couldn't look directly at dad's penis. I was too nervous for what he might say.

I slipped my coffee, then besides me dad gulped the entirety of his coffee and stood back up. I glanced over and saw his penis swing from the movement.

"You getting another?" I asked him.

Dad stood still for a moment, looking in his coffee mug as if it would give him an answer.

He was stood right next to me, his genitals were right there, I thought in that moment about his earlier invitation, and I decided to act. I moved my hand out and grasped at his penis. I did it! My fingers wrapped around it's girth. It was soft but weighty! And then I had second thoughts so I recoiled and said "there, touched it now!"

I looked up at dad and he was smirking but he had this expectant look in his eyes, as if to say, is that it?

But I didn't have the nerve to do it again...until he said to me "feel better for doing that?"

I was in disbelief by this and I responded "I dunno"

Then dad set the mug on the table and put both hands on his hips. He said "you think it's funny pulling on your dad's willy?" With a mocking tone.

"Yep!" I said, and with that, I grabbed his flaccid penis again, this time giving it a gentle downwards tug, like he had alluded to.

It was unreal! Dad was in playful mode, and he said "it's not a truck horn!". I didn't get what he meant, so he grabbed his own penis, pulled it down with two little tugs and comically made a truck horn sound as his penis flopped and swung.

It was humorous and ridiculous but I was utterly in awe- dad had never been this intimate and this comfortable about interacting with his genitals in front of me! I found myself grinning at the absurdity of the situation and dad's joke. I gave it another pull and he made the silly horn sound again!

I laughed and told him he's silly. He seemed a bit bashful and said "I know".

But this time I didn't let go, I was still holding it and fiddling with it between my finger tips. "At least you've got warm hands" he remarked. Of course, I'd been holding my coffee!

I started to feel something happening to his penis. I felt a familiar firmness, I could literally see the veins protruding and see it growing longer in my delicate grasp.

I felt this extreme tingle across my entire body, my hairs stood on end, my face felt hot, this was having a big impact on me! And of course my penis was stirring, throbbing and beginning to form into an erection!

I didn't understand why dad was letting me do this. Why now? Did he want me to carry on touching it, even when he gets hard?

He seemed a little sheepish, and he brushed at his testicles with his hand, lifted them up a moment like he was briefly checking them. It seemed like a distraction, to enable me to have more time touching his cock.

Then I saw where his eyes went. They locked onto my crotch where my briefs were tenting with a growing erection. I watched him to see his reaction. I saw him crease his nose for a split second, like he was thinking it through.

"You wanna see mine?" I asked him.

Dad seemed surprised that I asked and he cocked his head. I let go of his penis and reluctantly I pushed my boxers down my thigh, causing my growing penis to spring out, semi hard.

Dad didn't know how to react and he seemed awkward, I guess given the situation. Even though I had an obvious semi, I gave it a small outwards tug and made the truck horn sound like he did to diffuse the tension. Dad rocked his head back and chuckled.

"It's not quite as impressive as yours" I said. He just smiled, faintly. He didn't say anything, I was getting cold feet so I snapped my boxers back over my cock and kinda giggled skittishly.

He then seemed to lose his nerve. He cleared his throat then turned towards the island and leaned into it, resting his forearms on it and leaning forwards with his legs crossing over one another and exhaled something like "well...should probably start the day..."

He was trying to escape the situation! But all the while I could see his penis below the surface, looking about as rigid as mine! Sticking out like a firm rod from beneath his tightly pressed together legs.

So I reached out once more, beneath the table and held it again. Dads eyes glared at me for a moment, but then he looked over at the kitchen cabinets and took in a deep and slow breath! This was really happening. I continued to let my fingers fumble around his thick cock, I'd never had an experience like this before! I didn't really know what I was doing, maybe it wasn't sexy at all, but to me this was incredible. My fingers felt around his foreskin, I could feel some bumpy veins around it. I tried to pull back his foreskin but maybe his legs pressing tightly against his cock was stopping it, as it felt resistant but my finger tip touched the opening of his foreskin and there was moistness, it was wet! It could have been sweat but more likely it was precum from all the contact!! Then dad swiftly grabbed the mug off the counter and said "right, enough silliness, there's lots to do" or something like that, and swivelled away from me, causing his penis to come free from my grasp and swing heavily in front of him, suspended slightly from the blood that was in it! He stomped over to the sink and put his mug in. Then he bent down to pick up his briefs and shorts, and I saw his cock had rigidity in it- it was standing out, looking semi hard! It looked unbelievable!

But dad held the sweaty laundry in front of it, covering up his semi erection and he went off to take a shower. He didn't look back at me. There was no insinuation. But after he went upstairs I followed behind. Heard the shower running but the door was closed this time.

I waited in my bedroom, on the edge of my bed from a position where I could watch the bathroom door. My heart was in my mouth! I was certain this was going somewhere. I just needed dad to see I was determined to continue down this path!

When dad had finished the door opened, he emerged naked, but his hand was cupping his genitals. His eyes scanned over to my room, our eyes met momentarily, for a split second it was like he was reading my mind, he knew what I was looking for... But then he speedily made his way to his bedroom and shut the door firmly behind him. My heart sank. To think we were inches away from something serious and he had just bottled it! I wished I could read his mind! When I went for my shower I left the door wide open, so he could see me naked, I waited for him to come from his bedroom and walk in. However he sped straight past the bathroom and headed downstairs without even a glance in my direction. I didn't understand. I was so confused.

It's incredible how you can be at your lowest and most humiliating point in your life, narrowly escape an even worse situation by the skin of your teeth...and yet still make the same old mistakes.

After my dad caught me, naked with his briefs, and saw the homo-erotic depictions I had sketched of him, I got off very lightly, and for probably a couple of months I was a model son. I did extra chores, I spent more time with my family in general and the few times I did masturbate, I was discreet and didn't touch any of dad's undergarments.

But one morning, maybe end of spring/early summer, I was in my bedroom sitting in my pajamas at my computer with my door wide open. And I heard a knock. I turned round to see my father standing in my doorway, completely naked, just holding a damp towel at his crotch to hide his privates. The sunlight made his wet body shine. It was a kind of interaction I had not experienced in some time and it was very unexpected. "What are you up to?" He asked. I told him I was doing some computer cleanup. Dad stepped into my room, still only obscuring his crotch with the towel. "Ah should get you to do that on mine" he remarked. I knew he was only making small talk because we hadn't seen each other much the previous day but I was overwhelmed by his naked presence!

Then he was asking me about if I wanted to join him and mom at this family get together with our relatives, and I agreed to it. Nothing too exciting. Then dad turned and left, his butt on show the entire time! Then I felt the familiar stirring in my penis!

I couldn't leave it there. This was the first nude experience I'd had in a few months and it felt like dad was opening up to me again. So I waited a moment then followed him to his bedroom. The door was partly ajar. I opened it and saw him standing fully naked, his towel was resting on the bed while he was rummaging nude in a drawer for some underwear. I can remember how his body looked from the side, his matted body hair all down his chest and his rotund belly, then his plump uncircumcised penis hanging down in front of his thigh. When my presence was known he looked over and jolted momentarily, which caused his cock to wobble!

I apologised for bursting in and I just asked innocent question about the family get together- making out like I was having second thoughts about it. But dad wasn't even persuasive, he was like "nobody's forcing you to go, but it should only be a few hours.

Your cousin will be there..."

All the while he was talking he was fingering through the pile of socks in his drawer to find the pair he wanted, and his body stance was turned slightly towards me, like he wanted to show it off to me!

Until he grabbed some plain old white socks then he held them precariously in front of his genitals while he went to get a pair of briefs.

You might think I'd be disappointed by him partially obscuring his genitals but whenever I had exhibited myself to him before, I usually got flustered and covered myself too, and I could sense the same uncertainty and performative aspects in him. Unless he was just uneasy now that he pretty much must have known I was attracted to him, he had seen some damning evidence. It honestly felt a bit dangerous, my being there with him so soon after getting caught.

When we had resolved the topic of conversation dad said "right, off you go now... You don't want mom catching you in here with me".

A Freudian slip? He had never before brought mom into the picture when we were naked together. And it wasn't like I was not allowed in their bedroom... This was very much an acknowledgement of me being present while he was naked. And why should it matter if mom came up and saw us chatting? She already knows about his more "relaxed" approach to nudity, surely she wouldn't think much of me talking to him while he is changing.

However when I left his room I glanced down at my crotch and could see that my cock was straining quite a lot against my pyjama bottoms. I was only semi but it was very visible and dad must have seen the protrusion of my bulge and how it was stretching the cotton! Man it still amazes me how clear the signs were.

What a rush it was to feel that though!

Fortunately it was only once I got into my bedroom and sat down, that I realized my cock was leaking precum, and I saw a small damp circle appear on the tip of my bulge. If that had oozed out a few seconds earlier dad would have seen it

Chances are at some point in your life you had an attraction to somebody who didn't known it, and you were too scared to tell them in case the feelings weren't shared.

But what if that person was somebody you had known all your life, who you lived with? How do you think they'd react if they found out? In my previous post I described how I had touched my dad's penis while we showered together...yet everything was eerily normal afterwards. Dad didn't say anything else about it, and things didn't progress at all. I wondered if maybe it was too ambiguous, maybe he still didn't realize what my feelings were. Well in the weeks that followed I finally gave him evidence that was impossible to ignore.

I think it was late spring, another heatwave. And with that heat I was like a dog in heat.

One day when it was only dad and me at home, dad was renovating the downstairs utility room. He needed to move out appliances, break down old furniture/cabinets and peel wallpaper off the walls. He had asked previously if I would help, but in my somewhat selfish pursuit of pleasure I had remained upstairs that morning, I stole a pair of dad's y-front briefs from the dirty laundry and I sat on my bedroom floor wearing nothing but those briefs while drawing erotic images. I simply didn't have the balls to make further advances with dad so this was the next best thing. This wasn't the first time I took this risk and I hadn't been caught before so I was cocky and extremely naïve. Dad seemed preoccupied downstairs but I was driven by the thrill of being in close proximity and the possibility of being caught excited me, even though I knew I would not be able to cope if that actually became a reality.

Wearing my dad's briefs, feeling my cock throbbing inside the roomy pouch, while sketching inappropriate images resembling him...it felt so gratifying, it causes my body to tingle, it filled me with adrenaline! When the banging sounds downstairs stopped I would freeze, I would flip my wodge of papers over and be ready to take off the briefs and toss them out of sight. There were a couple of false alarms. Eventually it gave me a sense of false security. My cock remained rock hard in dad's briefs and I carried on drawing. However after some time I heard rapid footsteps up the stairs, and dad was calling my name! My heart plunged and my face went cold! I was erratic, I went to flip the papers over but then my brain told me I needed to get the briefs off first, I wasn't sure if dad was going to come in or not, I peeled off the briefs, then dad was knocking on my door, I had no time, I threw myself onto the briefs on the floor, almost getting carpet burn on my stiff cock! I flipped the papers over and started sketching basic shapes onto a blank page.

My door opened before I could even give permission. I must have been a sight: I was naked, sprawled on the floor and I looked up at my dad, feeling all the blood drain from my face.

"What on earth are you doing?" He asked with a perplexed expression. Honestly I don't think I handled the situation well at all. I piped back "I'm just drawing!"

Dad definitely seemed unimpressed or dubious, and he exhaled and said "I thought you were going to help me with the utility room and I find you without any clothes on and drawing... squares!" He sounded pissed but at least he seemed convinced that was all I was drawing.

He sternly told me to get dressed and make myself useful.

I said "fine" with irritation in my voice-due to how shaken up I was.

But dad wasn't leaving... He stood in the doorway. I couldn't get up though! I added some shading to one of the squares I had drawn. "One second" I said, trying to buy some time. But dad snapped "no, now!"

I had a pair of his briefs right beneath me. I couldn't let him see them, my heart raced, my mouth went dry, I felt everything in my body fighting to stay put even though I could sense my dad getting more irritable by the second. If you've never been in this kind of situation, you have no idea how lucky you are!

He wasn't going anywhere and it seemed pointless to ask for privacy now- he had seen everything there was to see! He wasn't going to budge. It was like he didn't trust me to get a move on, he was staying to put pressure on.

I had no option, I didn't want to start an argument, I knew I needed to get slide the briefs underneath my pile of paper. In theory, that could work... In practise....not an easy task.

I slid myself forwards a little, I grabbed the papers as I lifted my torso up, I moved the sheets towards my chest as I planted my foot on the floor, then quickly dropped the papers onto the briefs. I fumbled a bit clumsily and I knew immediately I did not get away with it! Part of the waistband was visible beneath the paper.

I didn't look at dad... I walked quickly, straight to my chest of drawers to get some clothes. Then I felt the carpet beneath my feet tremble as dad stomped forward, which made me turn on the spot. Dad was standing at the pile of pages and I saw him reach down to pick it up. I wanted to shout at him to stop but I just froze in horror. He lifted the sheets and as he did that, it exposed the pair of white briefs. His used y-fronts! I could see the look of utter bewilderment on his face and from his downward hunched stance he looked up at me with his brow furrowed, expecting me to explain myself!

I needed to defuse this before he blew, but deep down I think I knew there was no way to spin this. I tried to be nonchalant and I said something like "oh... I was just trying to draw them..."

Yeah that definitely didn't make things better, I still cringe when I think about it!

And immediately dad looked at the ream of paper in his hand and with his other he pawed at the edge of the sheets to take a look. That's when I moved quickly towards him and tried to take the pages from him before he saw something more incriminating, but dad saw my intentions and turned his back to me and started to look through my drawings. All the drawings of him... All the nudity, the erotic and full blown sexual scenarios I had drawn. I reached my arm around him, grabbed at the pages, crumpling some in the process, but dad held the rest tight, it was too fast for me to react, he skimmed through a few of them, even from behind I could see his body was rigid, his shoulders were up- he was evidently perturbed by what he was seeing. Then he let out the meekest "what..." I've ever heard from him.

He stood still a moment. I thought he was about to blow, I fully expected him to enter a fit of rage like I had never seen before, but without so much as a glance in my direction he set down the pages on the floor with a deep inhale and walked to the door, left my room and walked down the stairs and returned back to work.

I was left standing there, still naked, and I saw his briefs and the now-creased pile of pages on my floor, the smoking gun...

The drawing on top of the pile depicted dad in his briefs with his feet up, with specific emphasis on his bulge and his elevated socked feet. It was clearly dad- it had his build and his mustache, plus his white y fronts and white socks combo.

I felt physically sick. He probably saw even worse ones where I drew him naked, including a couple with an erect cock. In that moment I was deeply ashamed. I was even more sickened by the way he reacted like he had lost all respect for me! Now he knew. What if he told mom? What if he wanted me out the house? I was panicking, I found it hard to breathe!

My legs trembled like I was being shoved to the edge of a skyscraper roof.

I didn't know what to do. It was the worst feeling I'd ever felt. Worse still I knew he was stewing over it. He probably wanted to kill me! All because of my stupid sex drive, I might have damaged my relationship with my dad forever.

I had gone from suspecting he felt the same way, to discovering that he may actually be disgusted by my true feelings. What could I do? I was in autopilot and I just stuffed the drawings in a shoe box under my bed. I got my clothes on, left my room, stuffed dad's briefs back in with the laundry and I went downstairs with my feet feeling heavier than they've ever felt. I heard dad hammering and smashing in the utility room. By the time I made it down the stairs, dad was carrying broken planks of wood out to the front door. I very sheepishly asked "need a hand?" But dad just ignored me, opened the door and carried the planks to the car.

This felt bad. Really bad. The last thing I wanted to do was talk to him when he was in this mood but I sat on the stairs and waited for him to come back in. I felt helpless. When he returned I blurted out "I'm so sorry about before. " Dad glanced at me and seemed to have daggers in his eyes and he walked straight into the spare room.

I couldn't leave it like this, so I followed him in. I grabbed some debris to take to the car but dad snapped at me "No, do something else! You want to go draw your - your pictures instead of helping then you can go do that".

His words hurt deeper than I could have imagined. I felt my eyes watering and the deepest sense of shame. I pleaded, rambled something like "please don't be pissed off, I know I'm stupid, I don't know what I was thinking, I won't do it again", just begging him not to hate me.

Dad was still fuming but he changed his tune suddenly "if you want to make yourself useful then go clean the (rain) gutters"

I honestly would have done anything he asked in that moment! I assured him that yes I would do that.

I didn't know if me being helpful was going to make an ounce of difference but if I could prove myself to be responsible and hard working, maybe just maybe he would let the other stuff slide? Of course it seems like classic denial and avoidance, he didn't want to deal with the reality of my attraction to him. But at least it didn't seem like he was going to disown me at this point.

Finally I felt the teensiest smidge of relief, I still felt like I was treading on eggshells. Now dad knew, things probably wouldn't ever be the same. I got the ladder from the garage and spent the next couple of hours scooping leaves, debris and nasty sludge from the gutters into a bucket.

At one point I felt my ladder move slightly. I looked down and saw dad holding it at the base to support it.

I was taken aback... "Thanks" I said. "Are you okay there?" He asked.

He was like a totally different person. Was he already over it? Just like that? Knowing what he's like he might have felt remorseful for the way he reacted, and maybe felt like getting me to do this job was an unfair punishment. I replied to him "yeah I'm fine but...are you?"

"Yep I'm dandy" he said.

The weird part is I don't think he was being sarcastic. Immediately after, he said "leave the rest for now, let's go get us some lunch".

I came down, still feeling this uneasiness- I didn't feel like I was out of the woods yet.

Dad took me in the car and drove us to get some fast food....or to drop me off on the side of the road somewhere possibly. It was a tense ride. We were in silence, but for the radio playing. But we pulled up to the drive through and got ourselves a couple of cheeseburgers. When we pulled away I thanked him for paying, then I had to apologise again. "I'm sorry again about earlier...I feel so.." but dad cut me off, gesturing with his hand to get me to stop. And he said "let's just forget about it". I was shocked by how...laid back he was about it. I had to be sure "so you're really okay...?"

And he simply replied "if you shut up about it!"

And he even broke a slight smile!

I didn't know why he had done such a 180, but I was so incredibly relieved. In my head I thought everything was doomed, my whole family's gonna find out I'm a freak, I'm gonna get disowned... Yet dad just wanted to move on from it, and I presumed, keep it between us.

He parked up not far away, but near a park where there were picnic benches. The sun was beating down and it was a lovely day to eat outside. So that's where we ate together. We spoke about various things...never once touching upon the subject of what happened earlier. I think I realized then just how lucky I was. It could have gone so differently.

Well this is a big one.

In my previous posts I described how over the course of about a year and a half, I went from trying to steal a quick glance of my dad when he was naked, to literally showering with him and both having erections in front of each other- even if they were at different times.

After that, almost anything seemed possible. I remember waiting for an opportunity when my mom was out the house. It took a while. One time she was out, as the weather was getting warmer, I looked down the stairs and saw dad was just in his briefs so I changed out of my pyjamas and into my boxer shorts and said hi to him. There was a strange tension in the air when he looked at me and saw me undressed. Like he was questioning why I too would be choosing to be in my underwear like him.

I probably over analysed because of my guilty conscience, but any time spend around him like this I felt like he was dubious about my motives and knew I was trying to plant a seed in his mind. Nothing much happened.

Another time mom was out, I heard the shower start running. I was overcome by this rush of adrenaline. I stripped naked in my bedroom and thought, am I really going to do this? I looked at myself in my mirror and tugged on my penis a few times to make it a bit longer. I lost my nerve, thinking my motives will be too obvious. But I heard dad's footsteps and the sliding of the shower screen and I was filled with excitement. I forced myself to open my bedroom door. I saw the bathroom door was ajar so I just went for it before I could get cold feet. I opened the door and stepped in, wholly unprepared. My dad was naked in the shower and his head turned to me when I walked in. He jerked back momentarily in surprise "oh!" He exclaimed. "What are you doing?" And he instinctively clutched his genitals.

My self doubt kicked in, I covered mine too and I became sheepish as I told him "I was just coming for a shower".

And dads eyes glanced from side to side and he went "oh...okay..." Seeming rather bewildered or suspicious maybe.

I was seriously beginning to think I had made an error but I reminded myself that he had burst into my shower a few months earlier, so surely this was okay!

I approached the shower and slid open the shower screen, then I hesitated while he glared at me with a look of uncertainty.

"Alright if I..." I started then froze, but dad asserted "well don't leave the damn door open and let all the water out" so I stepped in.

He turned is back to me and carried on scrubbing his body. His butt was just right in front of me. I apprehensively let go of my genitals, as he had.

I was hoping that I would be able to prevent a hard-on this time.

For some reason I decided to diffuse the situation with small talk. I asked him about his latest construction jobs. He seemed to hesitate a bit with his answers, like his mind was elsewhere. He was for once avoiding looking at me as he spoke, which convinced me that he was weirded out by me being in the shower with him this time. I couldn't even pay attention to what he was saying because I was thinking I've fucked up- maybe it was only okay because he was in a rush. I had no reason to be here.

All these panicked thoughts were filling my head- and contrary to what I expected, I wasn't getting erect...my penis was shrinking with my nervousness, drawing itself closer to my body.

My legs were trembly too.

I knew I had to be as mundane as possible and just get through this without tipping him off on my interest in him.

Well...

Dad finished scrubbing his head and armpits and chest and I asked for the shower gel. He passed it to me without looking behind him.

I squirted some into my hand and started foaming up my hair and upper body. "Can I get under the shower?" I asked. And dad took a haphazard step backwards. As he drew past my side I glanced down for a look at his penis, and it was impossible to miss... It was extending outwards, his shaft looked swollen and his foreskin was slightly parted at the end, he clearly had a bit of a chub on and it swung to the side as he moved back.

It took my by complete surprise! Not least because he had looked flaccid when I first entered the room! I didn't think he intended for me to look down and notice but how could I not?!

I didn't mention it. I stepped beneath the shower and rinsed the gel from my upper body. Dad asked for the shower gel back so I turned slightly to pass it to him and tried to subtly glance down... I saw it again, on second look it seemed to still have a slight downwards trajectory but it looked firm, slightly rigid, and straighter than a flaccid cock. I quickly looked away and carried on rinsing the foam from my hairy body.

"Looking at my willy?" Came his voice from behind me. I felt my body seize up in anxiety. I tried to force a chuckle but the nerves had taken hold. My cock was so confused, I felt a surge of excitement coarse through my shaft into the head, but it didn't seem to start growing like I'd have expected, it remained oddly static and small.

When it was dad's turn to rinse again, he handed me back the bottle as he stepped in front of me me and I made a conscious effort not to look at his cock this time as he brushed past me. I just remember standing naked there behind him, heart pounding, not knowing how to handle this situation. Act like it's no big deal?

But then dad turned around, still beneath the shower, he has his eyes closed and rubbed the foam that was running down his belly, and I couldn't look away... His cock was right there, looking beefy, still slightly rigid, and water ran down the entire length of his shaft and poured down the tip like a waterfall. And what's more, if felt deliberate like he wanted me to see.

NOW my cock was stirring.

I rubbed the gel into my thighs but I couldn't stop staring at dad's big cock! Then his voice seemed to boom as he said "still looking?"

He had opened his eyes and seen me gawping!

I stuttered "looking at what?" I replied dumbstruck.

And dad just smirked, looking a bit bemused and turned back around.

By this point I was beginning to lose it. I could see my cock was protruding more proudly than before. It still looked suitably flaccid but I knew it wouldn't be for long.

I recall that dad spent some time under the shower this time even though I am pretty sure he had already got all the soap off. Then he finally turned to take the bottle back from me, and as he spun- his cock swung immediately after. He took the bottle from my hand and in that moment I saw something I never expected- his cock sprung up noticeably! More than a small twitch! I don't know what my eyes were doing but I had to glance down to make sure I wasn't deceiving myself. Then it happened again! Dad's penis literally looked harder than before- it even had a slight upwards curve and I watched it bounce right in front of my eyes! I knew he had seen me looking, but how could I not? I got flustered...was this really happening? What was dad trying to tell me?

I moved past him and rinsed the gel off my belly and legs. Then dad muttered "forgot my feet", and suddenly his arm brushed against mine and he moved so he was directly by my side. His right foot touching my left foot, and I looked down and there his erect cock was, directly besides me, in full view!

I was speechless. I honestly couldn't think of an appropriate thing to say! I was hunched forwards trying to wipe my legs, while dad was lifting each foot to rub the gel down them. While bent over I had another glance at dad's cock, I'd never been this close to it...let alone erect.. I could see his pubic hair up close, I could make out every hair on his balls but my eyes fixated on that thick meaty erection that he seemed entirely unashamed of. Everybody protruding vein was clear to me, tiny bumps on the side I had never noticed before, the tissue from the middle of his balls connecting to the base of his shaft...

I couldn't remain silent, I had to point it out before the moment was passed. "Oh... Do you have an erection?" I asked as if I had only just noticed.

"You're hardly one to talk" he muttered back immediately as he slid his soapy fingers between his toes.

I remarked "I don't have one now!" - which I must say I was amazed by!

Then dad said "no?" And before I knew what was happening, he was leaning forward and looking RIGHT AT my crotch! Up close!!

"Oh" he said as he retracted, almost sounding disappointed!

But of course...that did it for me...the attention, the intimacy... Immediately, I felt a twang, I felt a tingle..I felt my cock swelling and rising. I spent more time cleaning my legs, hunched over, butt back to keep my cock nestled in my groin, I was deathly scared of dad seeing me get erect now!

But I couldn't wash my legs all day, and I needed the shower gel back. I very apprehensively lifted my head and asked for the bottle, and while looking up at dad...his erect cock was still extended, and as dad held out the bottle, his cock swung up again! This no longer seemed to be just nature taking control- dad seemed to be doing it on purpose!

It seemed clear by this point that he was signalling, he was presenting it to me to seduce me! So when my hand moved up to grab the bottle, in the heat of the moment I decided to give him a very clear hint. I reached out and I wrapped my fingers around his erection. Man.. I felt it, the thickness seemed to fill my hand! The warmth radiating from within... The absolute rigidity as well! However he let out a "uhh.." of discomfort and I immediately let go and let out a "whoops" and forced a laugh. I instantly looked up at his face to see his reaction, and...he didn't seem too upset. On the contrary, he had a bemused look like I just told a really bad joke, but that's all! "What are you playing at..." he emitted with a slight tremor in his voice, which might have been from disbelief rather than awkwardness.

I just couldn't believe I got away with it! I just grinned awkwardly. But my own boner was raging hard by this point, I can still remember how much it was straining against the base of my belly... I started scrubbing my feet but I knew in a moment I would have to stand up straight and dad would see my erection. I was overwhelmed. This could either go really well or really badly.

Now I had touched his cock- my erection could no longer be excused as an innocent rush of blood.

But dad wasn't going anywhere, he stood there still, a hulking statue of a man, and I was sure I felt his eyes on me while I was washing my feet.

I was done, I couldn't delay it any longer. I took a shaky breath and began to stand up. Knowing dad was about to see it I prepared him with a reluctant "uhh shit..."

Yep, when I stood upright, my cock was utterly rock solid and standing out just like dad's. I was throbbing...

"Oh look who's back" dad commented upon seeing my erection. "Oh jeez" I said just feeling the embarrassment as well as the tension of the situation.

But dad had this self assured smile, yet I was a nervous wreck! I even apologised!!

But dad seemed amused by the whole thing! I'm sure I detected another twitch in his cock but it was harder to tell when the water was spraying on it.

Well, we were pretty much done in the shower, he switched it off and gestured for me to go out first. He followed closely behind. I grabbed my towel and he grabbed his.

He wrapped it around himself and started drying his body. "Brrrr" he exclaimed because the towel felt cold I guess.

Then dad said "well I don't know how I feel about you grabbing your dad's willy"

I must have blushed! Even the way he said it in third person, maybe it was to detach himself from it somewhat but it felt ...even more suggestive to me.

I said I was just joking around. And dad replied "ah yes..."- sounding quite sarcastic in his tone, suggesting that he knew it was more than that.

When he took off the towel to dry his lower body I saw he was still mostly stiff but it had softened a little. I wasn't sure what was happening now- I had been so certain a minute before that this was progressing to something more!

It made me all the more self conscious because I was still unbelievably hard, but the thought that dad might have been slightly uncomfortable made my cock begin to soften too. I kinda kept my back turned to him as I dried, so as not to make my erection too ostentatious.

I said something like "I think I'm getting quite used to this now..." Meaning sharing a shower. And dad just cocked his head at my comment without replying, which didn't clearly suggest approval or disapproval.

Then he slung the towel up on the hook and said "there we go". He was stood there naked for a brief moment with his hands on his hips, and his cock was still somewhat semi hard. Then he asked me if I had eaten breakfast yet...I was surprised how casual he was about all this. I said I'd go down for some in a few minutes. Then...he left the room, his cock swinging up and down as he walked out. I was totally gobsmacked by everything that had happened. Moreso by the fact that he had done some really sexually suggestive things yet could do easily continue like nothing happened.

But it felt... Incredible! To have had this level of intimacy with him and come out unscatched! My fantasies were literally coming to life!