It was a Tuesday and Jimmy was at home with his dad, Rick. Suzan, his mom, was out doing her normal errands, while his sister, Samantha, was in class in her senior year of high school.
"Jimmy, Wake up. We need to have a little talk." Rick commanded as he stood in the bedroom doorway, addressing his fully erect naked son.
Upon hearing the masculine voice reverberate through the room, Jimmy jumped from a dead sleep. You would have thought that someone yelled fire, as Jimmy fumbled for whatever his mind told him to.
By the time Jimmy was able to come to grips with the way that he was awakened, His father had already walked out and closed the door. He had no idea what the barking was about, but he was acutely aware of the rock-hard club sticking out from his crotch.
Quickly throwing on some clothes, he made a B-line to the bathroom, to relieve what was causing his erection, his bladder. It was only after he took his morning wizz, that his monster relaxed to an acceptable softness, as to not be a thing, once put away.
Walking into the kitchen, following the aroma of a recently brewed pot of coffee. After pouring a cup, he made his way to the table where Rick was sitting, reading a newspaper while sipping on his coffee.
Sitting down, Jimmy said "Mornin'. So what's up?" genuinely not having any idea what this talk was going to be about.
Rick took a sip of his coffee, put the newspaper down, turned his head to Jimmy, and with a straight face announced "Your dick Jimmy, that's what's up!"
Almost blowing the coffee he just took a drink of, out of his nose, Jimmy snapped back with an excited "What?"
"Well, let me start with, there's nothing wrong with you, and you haven't done anything wrong, per se.' Taking a quick breath, Rick continued "But I need your help around the house today and had to wake you up. I tried calling for you, no response. I tried knocking on your door, but no response."
Quickly jumping on the defensive, Jimmy interrupted with "Sorry, I was tired!"
Ignoring the interruption, Rick continued "So I had to go into your room to wake you up. And yes, I am sure that you can fill in the blanks on what I walked into."
Still confused about the problem, Jimmy shot back "What the fuck, so I had morning wood, what do you suggest that I do about it?"
"First, you can stop talking to me like I'm a sailor buddy. Second, I said that there wasn't anything wrong with you. You're not being talked to because you got a chub. You're being talked to because I don't want to get another phone call from your mother, telling me how she walked in on her nineteen-year-old son on full display." Rick explained.
For the first time since Jimmy sat down, he was speechless for a moment.
Continuing, "That's right. When I was talking to your mom on the phone this past weekend, she told me about having the same experience that I just had. Jimmy this has to stop."
Finally able to put two words together again, Jimmy replied "Well, I still don't see the problem with Mom having seen my dick. After all, unless I grew up in a fictional world, I'm pretty sure she has seen it before. I would also bet that she, and you, have even touched it before."
"Jimmy, c'mon. You know there is a big fucken difference between changing your diaper and adult maturity. How about this, you used to run around the pool naked. When you were young, it was nothing to even think about. If you tried that now, you would be arrested."
Again interrupting, Jimmy spouted back "But dude, it's not a public pool, it's my room."
This time Rick cut him off before he could continue his protest. "Your room", only in the context of this family. "Your room" happens to be a part of the house that your mother and I pay for. It might behoove you to remember that. Here's the deal, we want you to have your privacy, and we try to respect that, but you have to show the same respect to us. And by that, I mean, don't give us a reason to have to violate your privacy, plain and simple. In the case of this discussion, that means, if you are asked to get out of bed, just do it."
Giving Jimmy some time to digest what is being asked of him, Rick asked "Are we good? Can we make this happen?"
Finally admitting to himself that he was in a no-win debate, Jimmy conceded "Yeah, we're good. I'll try to do better about waking up."
Trying to add a little lightheartedness, Rick closed with "Good, now go and take care of that monster in your shorts. I'll need you back out here by eleven."
Of course, Jimmy's morning wood has been long gone, and the fact that he has never been caught masturbating, the recommended innuendo had him slightly confused again. He had to ask himself as he was walking away, "Does he think that I need to jerk off, especially after having "this" talk?"
Jimmy had no intention of going back to his room to masturbate. But the thought did spark the idea of how to not have his privacy violated. Upon entering his room and still a little grumpy from the recent discussion, he set to work on his plan.