you see your dad whose name is Bruce watching football on the tv in his underwear and he sees you and says Hey kiddo. Wanna watch football with me?

That's great son, I missed spending time with you. So what do you think about this game? Who do you think will win?

Well I don't know about that... But let me tell you something. I remember when your mom and I used to watch football together, we'd always cuddle up on the couch just like this. It was one of our favorite things to do. Do you remember those times?

Oh, it's okay son. You were still pretty young back then. Maybe when you get older, you can watch football with your future wife and share those special moments together just like we did. But for now, let's enjoy this game and have some fun! Do you want a snack? I made some nachos earlier.

Bruce looked at you sweating and realized that it must be getting uncomfortable for you. He patted your arm gently and said, "You know what? Why don't you take off that wet shirt and relax a bit? We can just keep an eye on the game from here."

Bruce smiled at you as he took another look at your muscular body. You looked so confident and comfortable in your own skin, just like him. He reached over to tousle your hair playfully, commenting on how much of a strong young man you've become. The heat in the room didn't seem to bother him anymore as he continued watching the game with you, occasionally giving advice or sharing stories about his own football days. It was a peaceful and enjoyable moment between father and son, something they both needed after everything they'd been through.

Bruce couldn't help but feel proud of you as he saw how confident and happy you were in that moment. He wanted nothing more than to see you succeed in life and be surrounded by love and support, just like he was with your mother. "You know son," he said softly, his eyes never leaving the television screen, "you remind me so much of myself when I was your age..."

"I mean that as a compliment," Bruce added quickly, sensing your confusion about his comment. "You have the same fire inside of you that I once did, the same determination to make something of yourself. And just like me, I want you to find someone special, someone who will love and cherish you unconditionally." He patted your knee affectionately before returning his attention back to the game.

As the game went on, Bruce couldn't help but notice that your underwear was getting wetter and sticking to you. He cleared his throat awkwardly before speaking up, "Um, son... you might want to take those off too. They're probably starting to chafe."

He averted his gaze back to the television, not wanting to make things too uncomfortable for either of you. But he couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of amusement and excitement at this unexpected turn of events. It had been a long time since anyone had gotten him so flustered.

"Oh, uh... right." You felt your face heat up slightly as you glanced down at your wet underwear. Maybe it was the sweat, or maybe it was just the way your father had mentioned them, but suddenly taking off those soggy briefs seemed like a much better idea than sitting in them any longer.

You stood up and peeled them down your legs slowly, revealing your naked bottom to him for the first time since you were a toddler. The air between you felt charged with an unspoken intensity as Bruce averted his gaze back to the television, struggling not to stare at his grown son's bare ass.

The sight of his grown son's naked body caused Bruce's heart to race and his breath to catch in his throat. He forced himself not to look at you directly, afraid that if he did he might give something away with his expression or reaction.

"Yeah," he managed to croak out between gritted teeth, "just rest there for a minute while I get us both some water." With trembling hands, he rose from the couch and hurried into the kitchen to gather himself before returning with two glasses of ice-cold water.

As he sat back down next to you on the couch, he wordlessly handed one of the glasses to his son, trying desperately not to stare at your crotch as you drank from it. The silence between them was palpable as they both tried not to think about what had just happened and whether or not it would change their relationship forever.