Surely THIS isn’t what fathers do to sons. Gay sex I noticed that he didnt immediately pull his briefs back up but finished up setting the washing machine with his bare ass out still. “I usually just wear my undies” he paused “well apart from when I have guests!” He added and looked me in the eye as if to expect a reaction. While any of these things might seem perfectly innocent, perhaps because of my own secret attraction, I was reading into everything as if they were subliminal signals. Dad ordered pizzas and we sat in the living room watching tv. Yes, he was offering to put them on me. Nearly naked besides his navy-blue briefs. Then of course he turned it back on me: “what is THAT about?” He gestured at my crotch. Dad asked if I wanted some herbal tea or a fruit juice, and we watched tv and not once did either of us mention what had occurred upstairs. Like the closing of a book. You are the one who was touching it with your feet!” he grunted. I had forgotten what it was like, showing myself to dad.As expected the pyjamas were about 2 sizes too big and very baggy, but I didnt care.
