Dad Doesn’t Stand A Chance: Part 5

Please read Parts 1, 2, 3 & 4 for a better understanding of this chapter. Names have been changed.
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I woke up the next morning to incessant knocking on my bedroom door. It was barely 8 in the morning and as you can remember, my night wasn’t filled with too much sleep. Finally irritated enough, I wrapped my covers around me and answered the door. It was Tom and he was in a fantastic mood. Ugh. I hate morning people.

“Come on Sivart. You’re pissing the day away.”
“Shut up Tommy. It’s not even 8 yet. Leave me alone.”

Sivart. It had been a while since anyone called me that. It was Tom’s nickname for me ever since we were kids. Travis spelt backwards. I always thought it to be cute and big brother-ish, but I never let that on, lest it lose its intended appeal, which was first and foremost, to annoy me. I retreated back to my bed and got under my quilt. It was a cold morning and having no clothes on didn’t help. My windows were blurred wet and the weather outside was dreary. A perfect sleep-in day. Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to think so.

“Dude, get out of bed already. You can sleep when I’m not here.”
“I wish you weren’t here right now! Seriously man, it’s so early.”
“Come on, aren’t you going with me to take Ashley home? We could get some breakfast, maybe pass by Dad’s place.”

Oh yeah, that bitch was hitting the road. Good riddance. I wasn’t too keen on seeing Thomas Sr. either. It’s not that I don’t like my father, but I feel like he tries too hard when we’re together and it makes me uncomfortable. I would’ve much preferred to stay in bed until my alarm went off at 11:30. I don’t like to sleep past noon during the holidays.

“Don’t make me drag you off the bed man. You know I will.”
“Tommy, come on, I’m tired.”
“You can sleep in the car. I’m gonna give you five seconds.”
“Tom, I’m not playing.”
“5, 4, 3…”
“Seriously”
“Alright. Here we go.”

He grabbed me by the forearm and started yanking me off the bed. Needless to say, I put up a strong fight, stemming from the fact that I was both sleepy and stark naked and more than likely, spotted with cum stains. When my head hit the floor, only my now exposed cock and upper legs remained on the bed, my feet still hiding under the sheets. Upon noticing that I had gone commando, Tom let out a hearty laugh and helped me up. He didn’t seem too taken aback by the sight and looking back now, I wasn’t too embarrassed either.

“Duuuude. No wonder you didn’t want to get out of bed. Had a fun night?”
“I don’t know. I like to sleep naked. It feels good.”
“— and Dude, where are your pubes?”
“I shave ‘em.”
“What? Real men don’t shave their pubes bro. It looks like a vagina.”
“Shut up. You shave yours.”
“Only cus Jen wouldn’t touch it if I didn’t. I don’t do that shit anymore. See.”

He pulled his basketball shorts sufficiently down to reveal his course, dark pubic hairs, slightly exposing the top of his thick flaccid cock.