I was fortunate to be raised in a house with a father who was a plumber. He was constantly surrounded by hot blue-collar guys at every job site and since I sometimes went with him to these jobs, I got to stare incessantly at their masculinity.
After mom had passed away, I faced college and luckily got some financial support from a neighbor, so I set out to get a college education.
Dad was never without work, it seemed. The housing market was way better than it is now, and his co-workers were always busy, and for the most part stuck together as a unit of sub-contractors. And for that I was greatful, since many of them were way hot.
I went to the college in my hometown, eliminating the need for extra money for room and board, since I could live at home and help dad with the every day life without mom around. During my sophomore year of college, I came home from morning class -- dad never understood my class schedule -- and I saw Raymond's truck in our driveway. He was the mason of the group with 50s movie star looks, jet black wavy hair, thick black moustache, and shirts open to reveal an amazingly hairy chest.
I walked into the house, set my books down and headed for the bathroom. As I passed dad's bedroom, my peripheral vision caught movement in that bedroom. Our house was carpeted throughout, so dad never heard me come in. I peeped in and saw a sight that gave me an instant hard-on. Dad was fucking Raymond doggie style on the bed, and Raymond was moaning and "urging" dad to fuck him harder, to which my dad obliged.
I watched for a minute, then continued on to the bathroom to do my business and then let loose a load of jizz into the toilet from what I had just seen. I then went to my bedroom and started reading my history book and tried not to think about what I had seen, but it was difficult. I could see dad's nuts slapping Raymond's hairy ass and his dick going in and out with rabbit-like speed. I had seen my dad naked before, but certainly not like this. My dad was hairy, too, but I had never seen him hard until just then, and I liked what I saw.
I heard Raymond leave, and dad came back in the house and was surprised to see me, asking how long I had been home. I told him just a little while, and that appeared to be the end of the conversation. Until later.