I quickly grabbed my wallet and handed Darius the cash inside. My mind was reeling from the events that just happened. My heart was racing knowing that any minute Troy would be walking through the back door seeing his father like this. For some reason my dick just kept pulsing at the thought. Darius seemed to take note of this affliction in my cock because he kicked me right in the sack, making me double over in pain.
"Well, I guess you don't want to share your BBC with your son. It's a shame to see a selfish father not let his son live up to his full potential, but a deal is a deal I'll head out but this weekend my dad told me to have a party to get to know more guys at school and your daddy holes will be the perfect party favor. I'll text you the details"
With that he slid his pants back on, grabbed his shirt by the door, threw his boxers at me and walked out the front door. Without thinking I began using his boxers and wiping up as much cum from the couch, floor and my sticky body as possible. Stripping all of my slut gear off I threw it under the couch. Grabbing the Febreeze I sprayed it everywhere trying to mask the scent. Just then I heard the key click in the back door. I jumped on the couch still stark naked and pretended to be passed out. I could hear Troy walking toward the living room. He stopped, presumably shocked at seeing his dad laying naked in the living room. I could hear him under his breath
"Looks like Dad, must have had a wild night."
I opened my eyes a little to see my son grab a blanket and throw it over me, and start to head toward the stairs. Then turn around and bend over to pick up Darius' well soaked boxers. Fuck, my mind went to a thousand different scenarios trying to think of a logical explanation for random boxers since the boys and I all wore briefs. To my shock though Troy pulled the boxers to his face and began sniffing them as he undid the chain on the front door and crept back toward the stairs as if trying to make sure I wouldn't wake up. I waited a few more minutes after I heard the door to his room close before I got up and headed to my room to avoid Jameson seeing me in a similar state when he got home. My curiosity kept my mind thinking about my Troy picking up these random wet boxers and without hesitation sniffing them. As I was thinking about it my dicklette started to pulse again. I knew I was a sick man when thinking about my son's sexual habits were getting me back in the mood. I saw that the door to his room hadn't fully shut. I shouldn't go peek in, I know I shouldn't. I just kept repeating those words in my head as my body as if on auto pilot brought me crawling over there. I slowly inched the door open a little more to get a clear view. There he was on his bed naked with the boxers in one hand by his face, his cock in the other. Darius was right about him being smaller down there. I think even I was packing more than he was. If he hadn't had trimmed pubes his entire erection would have been hidden by a forest of ginger. In the background I could hear porn playing. It sounded like a black officer forcing a father to suck him off because he caught his son trying to steal.
