Mum decided I am now a "problem" so she asks me to collect my staff as I am sent to stay with my dad.
Her's new boyfriend drops me there as I were a package. As we arrive I say nothing to him, grab my bags and go straight to ring dad's doorbell.
'Dad it's me, Matt'
Dad opens the door wearing a pair of white briefs that wraps him without leaving much to the imagination.
'Come here' he says giving me a tight hug, squeezing me against his hairy chest.
Dad in his early 50s looks really handsome. His tall, muscular body, has the right amount of chest hair and tattoos. The shaved head accompanied by a short beard make him a sexy beast that makes heads turn and my dick twitch in my underwear.
'It's great to see you.' says dad squeezing my shoulder. 'It's great to have you even though it's been a while.'
'Come on dad. You know mum doesn't like me to visit you. She can be so controlling.' I say annoyed.
'Matt, you're an adult. If you want to come to see me I don't think you need to ask for permission from your mother anymore.'
'Dad you know this time they wanted me to stay here with you. You know that that boyfriend of hers puts weird ideas in her head about you...'
Dad tuts in response. 'Put your stuff in your room and don't worry about anything now.'
I put my bags in the room and go to the kitchen to get some water.
'Let's start fresh. I'm going to have a shower and then we can go to grab something to eat.' says dad walking towards the bathroom.
During the drive I didn't have the chance to piss so I knock on the toilet door left ajar. ' Dad, are you showering yet? I need to piss badly'
'Come in, don't worry.' dad answers.
I go in as dad opens the tap of the shower. He removes his underwear and starts showering in front of me as it were the most natural thing to do.
I try to piss but despite the pressure in my bladder my dick is not cooperating. Seeing my dad now fully naked with his big peace of meat dangling in front of me made my dick hard. I try not to look or think about his big dick but it's impossible. It's there and it's big.
'What's up? Can't pee when someone else is looking? Come and wash your dad's back, you can pee later, when you don't think about it.'
So I put my dick back in my briefs and take the soapy flannel from dad's hand. Despite it makes me harder, I gently rub dad's broad hairy back holding him still with a hand on one shoulder.
'That's perfect Matt, thank you.'
My hand now goes closer to his ass and I start soaping just above it.
Suddenly a gush of yellow liquid comes down from dad's huge dick.
'I needed that. Hope you don't mind.' smirks dad knowing I couldn't piss.
I can't help but stare at the size of his dick. Even soft is a big handful and reaches down dad's thighs. Dad finishes pissing, squeezes his big cock and washes it.
Entranced I approach to flannel dad's buttocks but he says: 'Don't worry. I finish the rest myself, thanks.'
I dry my hands and go out of the bathroom with a raging hard dick and the hope that dad doesn't understand why I couldn't piss.
Once he finishes showering and leaves the room, I rush back to the toilet to finally relieve myself still half hard with my briefs covered in gooey cream. The tension accumulated in me due to not being able to piss makes me sigh as the flow goes.
Dad listening from the ajar door asks: 'Are you okay there?'
'Yes I needed it so bad'
'I thought you were having a wank' says dad peeping in.
He get dressed in a tight faded blue denim shorts that enhances his bulge and a t-shirt and we walk to the local eatery to grab something.
I admit that walking next to dad, so virile and muscly makes me more secure and also horny: it's like having an eye-candy constantly dangled in front of you and I am not referring only to his humongous penis.
During dinner dad tries to open conversation with me about things at home and my private life but I don't feel like talking, especially in a public place. So I remain mostly silent or my answers are just monosyllabic.
Once at home, the house is hot and as soon as we shut the door dad removes his clothing remaining just in his white brief.
'You should do the same' he says walking towards the sofa 'it's too hot in here.'
So I remove my shirt as I don't want to get unwanted hard-ons when I cannot do anything about them.
'You'll be hot in your long jeans. Don't be such a prude, I've seen you in underwear before!' adds dad.
Now I remove my jeans and I am there on the sofa next to my dad.
'That's better, isn't it? Would you like a beer?' asks dad squeezing my knee as he gets up from the sofa.
'Yes, please dad'
Dad returns to the sofa with two chilled beer handing one to me. I take it and clink the bottle to cheer with him.
'Matt, Mattie, you've been awfully quiet during dinner and that's not normal for a chatty guy like you. Tell me what's going on?'
'Dad I am not sure I want to talk about it'
'Matt come on, I am your dad. You can tell me anything...'
'Dad I am not sure about it now.' I say interrupting
'In the old times you used to sit on my knees and you would tell me whatever troubled you, remember? Now I don't think you can sit on my knees anymore but come closer and put a leg over mine so it would be as close as possible' continues dad.
So I get close to him and put my leg on his and dad holds it close and caressing it.