Showering With Dad Part: Two

That Sunday most of the guys from the football team came by my house to see how I was doing, and to sign my cast. From mid-afternoon, ‘til late evening it was a constant stream of teammates and friends. Some brought their fathers and brothers with them. It was kinda strange with my new sexual revolution, as in, getting my first blowjob, and it being from my Dad, and not being able to tell my friends about it because of that fact.

It was nice to see everyone cared enough to stop by, but I couldn’t shake the thought of my hard cock shooting cum into my Dad’s mouth while I twitched on the shower floor. It kept me in a constant state of arousal, but Dad and I acted as if nothing had happened.

I also couldn’t shake what my Dad had said about experimenting with friends, and the fact that my Dad had done some of that with his brother. I stood around most of the day looking at my friends and their brothers wondering if any of them had given each other blowjobs. I had seen all these guys naked in the locker room so it wasn’t that hard to imagine them sucking each other off. Needless to say I was pretty much hard all day.

Dad had kept the beer flowing all day with the other dad’s, so it was no surprise that by the time everybody had left later in the night Dad was a little on the drunk side.

Mom, Dad and I sat in the sunroom with a space heater on to keep us warm. We looked out on the snow covered back yard. Dad was finishing up another beer, while Mom just sipped on a glass of wine.

We talked about my broken arm and other random things for a while before Mom decided to go to bed. She moved behind my chair and ran her fingers through my hair, and said, “Hey kiddo, just because you aren’t going to school tomorrow doesn’t mean you should stay up all hours of the night.” I tilted my head back and looked up at her, “Yes, mommy.” I said with a sarcastic smile.

She playfully slapped my cheek, and said, “Don’t get smart with me Buck-o, be in bed by midnight.” She looked over at my Dad and said, “And Will, just because you don’t have to work tomorrow, doesn’t mean you have to finish off all that beer.” My Dad looked back at her and smiled, “Yes, mommy.” He said with a slight slur. “I live with a bunch of comedians.” Mom said, as she walked into the hallway and closed the door to the sunroom, behind her.

My Dad got up and wobbled a little as he got another beer out of the mini fridge that sits out in the sunroom. I laughed and said, “Have another one, Padre.” My Dad laughed and sat down. He opened his beer and took a swig. “That mean’s Father, as in Priest, not Dad.” He said with a laugh. “I thought it meant brother?” I said, and we both laughed.

We fell silent for a while and looked out on the snow. Dad drank his beer in a fast and nervous way, and I fidget with my cast trying to think of something normal to say, when all I wanted to do was talk about the other day in the shower. I had so many questions I didn’t know where to start.

Finally Dad broke the silence, “It was nice to see everyone stop by to see you, you’ve got some good friends.” “Ya, they’re great.” I said, and looked at my Dad, “But to tell you the truth, after what you told me the other day, I couldn’t help but wonder if any of them had given each other blowjobs.” I flushed with nervous-adrenaline wondering what Dad’s response would be.

He took a drink of beer and chuckled, then in a drunken-philosopher way said, “Do you mean your friends blowing each other, or their brothers?” The feeling of talking about dirty things washed over me and I took a subconscious look back at the door to make sure it was closed. “Both.” I said. My Dad laughed and took a drink of beer.

I fidgeted with my cast a little more, then looked at him, “Do you think that makes me gay?