I caressed dad, scratching his belly. The caressing slowly turned to groping, which slowly turned to embracing. Dad then turned around to have us sixty-nineing. This was a new kind of wakeup call in my book, one I hoped would continue.
I stopped sucking his dick and lifted my torso up, watching dad continue his activity. What an abnormal sight, a pleasant abnormal sight. There was a small knock on the door, followed by the entrance of Uncle Jay in a pair of boxers.
"Hello there boys." He raised his eyebrow at my father who took the time to take my cock out of his mouth and look back at Uncle Jay. "I was wondering what sight I would be walking into this morning."
"Hi Uncle Jay." I greeted him with a smile, anything else would have seemed fake. Dad barely acknowledged him at first, getting a few more mouthfuls of my cock before sitting up.
"You two were making quite the naughty noises when I got in late last night."
"Sorry."
"Don't say that boy." He came and sat down on the bed between the both of us. Rustling both our heads as if we were boys and not men. "I'm glad you two are getting along like this, I feared it would be awkward otherwise." I couldn't tell how serious he was being. Uncle Jay leaned in to kiss me. I received it with slight hesitation, dad was watching. He then went to kiss dad who also received it hesitantly, it was strange to see him kiss someone other than mom. "You two should shower, I will see you downstairs for breakfast." He got up and left us there staring at each other.
"This is going to be interesting."
"Just remember, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"I know dad." I gave him a reassuring glance. "I know I got a bit carried away with some things I said last night."
He chuckled. "We can do all those things if you want to."
"Then maybe we will."
"I'm going to call mom. I think we need a few days to process all of this."
"Not to mention to get fucked by Uncle Jay." His face was not totally pleased with my conclusion. "What? We were both thinking it."
"Let's shower."
The shower felt great on the skin, so did dad's hands. He bathed me, and I him in return. It was a nice experience to complete a morning routine with another person. I lay naked on the bed as I watched dad get dressed. It was funny, he used all the same clothes he would always wear. Things that make him look like the serious man he was. Now styling them differently his clothes changed my perception of him. His shirt was more unbuttoned, tucked into his tight chinos. Were they always that tight? He rolled up the sleeves, he cuffed his pants and didn't wear socks, lastly, he took a small pink handkerchief I had never seen before and tied it around his neck.
"You look handsome dad. Will you teach me to dress like that?"
"Maybe we can go shopping today." He looked at my naked body in the mirror he used to adjust his neck scarf. "Aren't you getting dressed?"
"My clothes are in the other room. I wanted to watch you."
"How about I meet you downstairs." I got up, kissed him, and left the room holding my old clothes from the night before.
I tried to imitate dad in my dress, cuffing, unbuttoning, and tucking. I didn't have a neck scarf. I came down the stairs to see dad cooking breakfast once more. Uncle Jay was still in his boxers and a pair of slippers. Sitting on a kitchen stool and reading the news paper his massive schlong and balls peaked out from the side of the boxers.
"You look handsome today boy." He peaked up from his paper to look at me.
"Thank you, Uncle Jay."