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End Book two.
It must of taken me a while to do that, because when I turned around, Dad was stood in the doorway and fully dressed.
He looked so good. He wore black jeans and a white shirt. Each item of clothing, tight enough to show all of his best bits.
"Are you ready, Son?" He said.
"Just need to style my hair." I said.
"Oh god, we will never leave on time." He said, smiling.
"It won't take long." I said.
"You always take forever to get ready." He said.
"What?" I said.
"You gays are worse then women." He said, laughing.
"Fuck off, Dad." I said.
We smiled at each other, when I walked past him, heading for the bathroom.
My Dad had known about my being gay, for a while. The day I told him, he just laughed and said something like "tell me something I don't know."
In the bathroom, I took the pot of styling wax from a shelf. I quickly worked a little into my hair then washed my hands. I looked into the mirror, to see that Dad was behind me again.
I couldn't help but scan his reflection. His arms bulged from the short sleeve shirt. His face, coated with stubble that matched the length of the hair on his head.
"You ready then?" Dad said.
"Yep, are you?" I said.
"Yes, I've been ready ages." He said, with that cheeky smile of his.
"Let's go then." I said.
-let's cut the story short-
We left the house and walked down the street, toward the bar. As we walked in the door, My Dads guests started singing happy birthday. He hated that, he's never liked being centre of attention.
Dad quickly worked the room, saying hello to everyone. While he did that, I ordered some drinks for us. I got us a pint or larger each and a couple of sambuca shots.
My Dad came over to me, smiling. We downed the shots and started to chat while we sipped at our pints. We continued like this for the rest of the night, more shots and larger.
-back to it-
After about four hours, Dad started to look a little tipsy. By this time, most of his guests had left.
"Shall we go home?" I said, slurring each word.
"Yeah, I'm fucked." Dad said.
"Let's go then." I said.
We walked toward to door, while waving at the remaining guests.
"I'll call you tomorrow." I shouted over my shoulder, while walking out of the bar.
We started to head up the pavement, toward our house.
"Did you have a good night?" I said.
"Yeah, it was great." Dad said.
"Good." I said.
"There is one problem though." Dad said.
"What?..." I stopped in place. "What's the problem.
Dad turned to face me. He looked so serious, he had me worried.
"What?" I repeated.
"I'm fucking horny." He said.
"Fuck sake." I snapped. Starting to walk again.
"Oi!..." Dad followed behind me. "What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing, I thought that there was something seriously wrong." I said.
"I was serious." Dad said, with a giggle.
By now, we had reached the house. I unlocked the door and opened it.
"What am I meant to do about it." I said, walking into the house.
"Lots of things." He said, with a smile.
I closed the door and locked it.
"What?" I said, laughing.
"Well you could suck my cock." He said.
My jaw fell. I'd never known him to joke of such things before. I chose not to respond. Confused, I turned from him and walked up the stairs.
I went straight into my room and started to undress. I had just got my shirt off, when I heard my Dad.
"Are you gonna suck me off or not?" He said.
I quickly turned, about to tell him to fuck off.
Not going to lie, I had wanted my cock for years. Never thought it would ever happen though.
When I turned, my words were stalled. My Dad had walked into my room. He was now totally naked and stroking his cock.
"What are you doing?" I said, nervously.
"Wanks don't satisfy me enough, I need you to sort me out." He slurred.
My eyes locked onto his cock. I watched as it grew in his hand. His cock looked nice when it was soft. However, when he was hard, it looked amazing. Both thick and long.
I reached down and rearranged my crotch. My own cock was fully hard and throbbing.
"So?" Dad said, snappin