Gay incest story: Dad’s Dirty Underwear – Chapter 3.1
He was looking right at me. This time I didn’t avoid his gaze. Instead, I looked back, put the bottle in my lips and said “yeah, you can say that,” then took a sip.
Dad got up and flexed his arms up. “Come on, give your old Dad some credit, I’m still hot as fuck. Tell me, do you think these twinks that work with your Mom would like me?”
There, there was my opportunity. “I guess, Dad, you still have some mojo. If the translating business goes wrong you may have a brilliant career as a go-go dancer.”
Dad then turned around and started dancing as best as he could, as a drunk person could, but I didn’t mind, because the way he shook his hips and moved his ass around was mesmerizing, even as clumsy as he was. “I know, right? I still got the moves, look!”
“Yeah, Dad, show me how it’s done!” I grabbed the remote, turned the TV on and connected my phone to it. “Hold on, let me put on some music, then you’re free to own the dance floor.”
Dad stopped to drink some more of his beer while I was picking the song. He was oblivious to me staring at his hard cock still marking his jeans. He wasn’t attempting to hide it anymore. It was probably due to the alcohol but doesn’t matter, because I was enjoying every single second of that moment.
Undress me now, from Morcheeba, started playing in the TV. I chose a specifically slow and melodic song to see if I could get Dad to dance as sensually as possible.
His body was slowly getting warmed by the beat until he heard the chorus:
Undress me now Using your eyes now Undress me now Using your mind “You’re so subtle, have anyone told you that?” He said, taken by the melody to the center of the room, moving his arms across all his body. “If you want to see more, start tipping!”
“You’re a greedy fucker, Dad. Can’t you do that one pro-bono?”
“Watch your mouth. And no, I don’t do anything for free. So how’s it going to be?”
“Wait a minute.” I put my hands in my pockets and gestured grabbing a roll of money. “Let’s see how much I have here.” I removed the imaginary rubber band and started counting the money. “What can you do for two hundred?”
“Rain it on me and I may take my shirt off.”
“Get to work, then.” I got up and started walking around him, theatrically throwing each money bill, slowly. “I want to see that chest bare when I’m done with the raining.”
Dad got one of his hands below his shirt and slowly moved it up to his chest, exposing his belly to me. “You’re the customer.” He turned his back to me and slowly got his shirt off, shaking his hips around with the song.
I could barely hold myself, so I moved closer, put my hand in his shoulder and started dancing with Dad, keeping some centimeters of distance between my cock and his round ass. Dad grabbed my hand in his shoulder and focused more on wiggling his ass towards me. I put my other hand in his hip, one thumb tucked inside his jeans, and pulled our bodies together.
He didn’t object.
I got my hand off his shoulder and grabbed the front of his neck, then got on my toes to reach it. His pungent smell, the result of a day without bathing, the beer and the dance, got my senses up to eleven. I adjusted my cock upright to sit in the middle of Dad’s ass crack, and slowly thrusted it forward.
Dad grabbed my hands and gently took them off his body, then walked away a few steps from me. “The show isn’t over. I need more money to pay the rent”, he said, grabbing the beer I had set aside. “You don’t mind if I take that as a tip, right?”
“And what would be my compensation?”
“You just got it, no? I’m getting paid after the service,” he said, as he gulped down the rest of my beer.
“Alright, alright, you’re tough at negotiating, I’ll give you that.” I started counting my imaginary money again, then sat right in front of Dad on the couch, me head leveled with his crotch. “How about 200 more for taking the jeans off? Just the jeans, you can keep the underwear for now.”
“For now, heh?” Dad laughed, shaking his hips toward me.
I reached to touch on the lower end of his thighs. “I have more money for the underwear, if that’s what you mean.”
“200 is too little for that, my young horny client.”
“Let’s make it 300, what do you think? I’ll just put it right here,” I said, pulling the waist of his jeans and storing the pack of imaginary money there.
Dad reached to it, unrolled the money and started counting. “To be honest I would’ve done for 250, but I’ll take your generosity as a compliment.”
“Can I take it off?” I said, reaching my hands to the button and fly.
Dad took my hands off before I could reach there and moved away again. “No hands in the merchandise, mister.” He turned his back to me, unbuttoned his pants and looked at me from above his shoulder. “How about like this?”
“Yeah, like this is just fine. Take it out slowly.” I sank myself on the couch and put my hand inside my own shorts to stroke my cock as I watched the show.
As Dad slowly exposed his hairy ass to me, little by little, I could notice he wasn’t wearing regular underwear, but a jockstrap. The hair in his ass was soaking wet with his sweat, and I was dying to bury my face in it.
Then he stopped it. I saw him looking at his reflection on the TV in front of him, then to his crotch. He stretched it, put a hand inside it then smelled it. “Hey, perhaps I should change my clothes?”
“It’s… my underwear’s dirty. Real dirty.”
So it’s for one of his clients, I see. Well, all the better, that meant I would be able to enjoy it earlier than expected. Better yet, I’d enjoy it together with him.
“Knock it off, Dad, I don’t mind. Keep at it, you’re doing great.”
Dad kept still for a while to reconsider. His eyes were getting weary and his cheeks were losing their blush. “A-alright.” He leaned forward again and took his pants off up to the knees. He arched back to me, put a hand on his ass cheek and pulled it apart. God, his round bubble butt and his fat, thick thighs were gorgeous. “Like this?”
“Yeah, just like this.”
“I can see you’re enjoying it,” he said, noticing the tip of my cock hanging out of my shorts.
“Plenty. See?” I said, pulling my entire cock out and holding it to him. “Now take everything off for me.”
Dad tried to take his shoes off by the ankles while his pants were pulled down. As he tried to take the second one he lost his balance and fell forward over the TV rack. Considering how much he drank and how resistant to alcohol he was, it seems that the high the booze gave him has started wearing off, and when that happens Dad always passes away.
I got up and immediately helped Dad get on his feet.
Playtime was probably over. For tonight, at least.
“Are you okay, Dad?”
“Yeah, yeah, I just got a little dizzy. I’m alright.”
“Are you sure? You’re looking sleepy now.”
“Yeah, a bit, but don’t mind me, this is so good, I want to continue.”
As much as it warmed my heart, I knew very well of Dad’s limits. If we continued neither of us would enjoy the moment as much as we could. “We can continue it the other day. How about I take you to your room?”
It didn’t take too much convincing, Dad was already almost sleeping in my arms, so I carried him to his bedroom and sat him on the bed. He was sweaty and smelly all over. I wouldn’t mind in any other situation and would just lay him down for the night to deal with the bed clothes the next day, but I could take one step further. I mean, he was dancing and shaking his ass to me, so what’s the problem?
“You know what, get up. I’ll give you a quick shower. You’ll wake up better tomorrow.”
“Th-thanks Son, you’re the best.”
I gave him my arm to hold, then pulled him back up again. As we moved to the bathroom, he held onto the towel hanger and tried to take his socks off with his feet.
“Wait, Dad, I’ll help you up.” I knelt behind him and took each of his socks, then his jeans. His ass was laying bare in front of my face, and I was making a lot of effort to not pull its cheeks apart and lick his asshole right away. Instead, I took the strings of his jockstrap and pulled it down, grazing my hands in his thighs as I did so.
I was right, this was for one of his customers. An once white jockstrap was now bright yellow due to piss. The inside of the cup also had a hard, translucent stain in it. I’m no dirty underwear expert but if I had to bet, I’d say this one had stains at least three days old. Instead of leaving it on the floor I put this piece in my pocket.
Once Dad was naked he moved directly to the shower. I couldn’t see his front-side. He turned the shower on and I just leaned in the sink to contemplate his silhouette across the fumed window of the shower box, one hand inside my shorts stroking my cock, and the other holding onto his jockstrap inside my pocket.
Once he finished I grabbed the towel and went to hand him the towel. Dad got out and dried his chest first, standing right in front of me. It’s the first time I’ve seen Dad’s cock since… ever, I think? It was already limp after all the booze and the cold water but hot damn, it was genuinely thick, in fact, Dad’s cock already had more girth to it than my own hard cock.
“Hey, my eyes are up here.”
“Sorry, Dad. You have a nice cock, I wish I had inherited yours. The bush is nice too, dense and thick.”
“I don’t think you have anything to complain, I’ve seen yours in the living room. In fact, yours might be bigger than mine.”
“In length, maybe.”
Dad finished drying himself off and didn’t bother wrapping himself with the towel. “Can you please hang that over there?” He said as he got down to grab his clothes on the floor.
“Hey, let me take care of that. Go to bed, you’re due some sleep.”
Dad yawned at me and nodded. “Indeed. Sorry, Son, your old man is too weak to booze.”
“It’s okay, Dad, we had a lot of fun.”
Dad got out of the bathroom and moved towards his bedroom, naked. “Good night, Son.”
“Good night, Dad.”
I kept hanging on the bathroom for a couple of minutes, staring at my own feet in contemplation. All in all, I did some good progress. Hopefully Dad wakes up better tomorrow and we can finish what we started.
I got out of the bathroom and noticed his bedroom door was wide open. Dad had completely passed out in his bed. I went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, got back to his bedroom to put it on top of his nightstand, readjusted Dad in the bed, covered him with a bed sheet and got out closing the door behind me.
My cock was still throbbing, aching for me to stroke it, so I went back to the living room, sat on the sofa, pulled Dad’s filthy jockstrap out of my pocket and jerked to it.