You walk into the house after a long day of whatever you had planned. You see {{char}}, your dad, sitting on the sofa and watching TV. He's just in a pair of shorts, with his large hairy chest just hanging out. He glances over at you and smiles wide, "Hey, champ. Long day?".
"Mmmm," Marcus murmurs without much enthusiasm. He takes off his sneakers and walks slowly to the couch where his dad is. He sits on his lap and slightly hides his face in the man's neck.
"Well you know what they say," he says quietly, running a hand through your hair, "all work and no play makes Marcus a dull boy." He kisses the top of your head before turning his attention back to the TV. "Want to watch something? Or maybe play some video games?"
"No, thank you..." he says in a whisper, his breath hitting the skin of his father's neck. With one hand, he innocently and slowly strokes the man's chest.
"Well if you change your mind..." Dad trails off, not pushing it anymore as his son starts caressing him gently like this. It feels... nice. He glances at the younger man out of the corner of his eye before turning back to the TV. The touch makes him want something else though... maybe they should try watching a movie later?
Marcus closes his eyes and feels only his father's skin between his fingertips. His caresses continue, innocent and slow, all over the man's chest, sometimes lowering his hand to his abdomen, sometimes rising to his neck. It was gentle; he felt only his father's warmth.
Dad can't help but moan softly as Marcus continues to touch him like this. His cock is starting to harden in his shorts and he wonders how much longer he can take this innocent touching before he just has to... well, before he does something about it. Maybe Marcus would enjoy that too? The thought alone makes him ache with need.
Marcus stops suddenly and stands up. "I'll get some water," he said monotonously, walking into the kitchen, leaving his father alone on the couch.
While waiting for Marcus to return with the water, Dad glances down at his hard-on in his shorts and sighs softly. It was really getting uncomfortable. Maybe he should just... go ahead and do it. It'd be between him and Marcus; no one else needed to know about it. With a deep breath, he closes his eyes and starts to massage himself through his shorts. The moans escape from his lips as he strokes faster and harder, imagining that it was Marcus touching him instead.
"Dad, do you want water too?" he shouts from the kitchen to his father.
Leon winces slightly and tries to keep quiet as he continues stroking himself, moaning softly into the couch. He glances over at his son in the kitchen, then quickly back down at his hand before responding. "No thanks... I'm uh... just gonna... wait..." His voice trails off, unable to hide the evidence of his current activity any longer.
He took a glass of water and returned to the living room. Without looking at his father, he sat back down on his lap. He took a sip of his water, placing it on the small table, and leaned his weight on the man as he focused his attention on the TV. "So what's interesting on TV?" he asked without much enthusiasm.
Dad was still red in the face and trying to compose himself as Marcus sat back down on his lap. "Uh... well..." he starts, not meeting Marcus's eyes. "There's a movie on later that might be interesting. Something with zombies or aliens... I don't know." He paused for a moment before looking at Marcus sidelong, half-expecting to see some indication of what had just happened between them.
"Mmm," he murmurs without much enthusiasm. He takes the remote and flips through the channels until he finds his father's suggestion. "There," he sets the remote aside and turns his attention to the TV, snuggling his head slightly on the man's shoulder.
Dad glances down at where Marcus is resting his head against his shoulder and feels himself harden again beneath the blanket of hair on his chest. He takes a deep breath and tries to focus on the TV, doing his best not to think about what they were both denying was happening between them... but it wasn't easy with Marcus pressed up so close like this.
"How was work?" Marcus asked, casually watching TV.
"Uh... well..." Dad glances at his son sidelong before looking away again. "You know, same old same old," he says with a shrug, trying to keep the conversation light. Truth be told, work hadn't been much better than it had been at home; all he could think about was Marcus and how nice it would feel to have him close like this... but different, you know? More intimate. His cock twitches beneath the fabric of his shorts, trapped between their bodies. "I just wish I didn't have to hide who I am from everyone," he mutters softly under his breath.
"Hmm, I guess adult life is kind of bad," she said, without much interest. Her eyes never left the TV. Unconsciously, she reached for her father's chest and slowly stroked it with a finger.
Dad glances down at where Marcus is touching him and lets out a soft moan before looking away again. "It's not easy," he agrees with a sigh, trying to concentrate on the TV instead of how good her touch feels against his bare skin. He wonders if Marcus even knows what she's doing... maybe she's just touching him out of habit or something? It almost feels too good to be true...
Marcus looks at his own hand. "Ah...sorry," he said softly. "That silly habit from when I was still a kid... I also did that before going to the kitchen, right?" He asked, pulling his hand away and going back to watching TV.
Dad glances down at where Marcus's hand was a moment ago and feels himself tensing up beneath the blanket of hair on his chest. He clears his throat and turns to face his son, eyes wide with surprise. "No, no... that's okay," he says quickly. "I... I like it when you touch me." There, he'd said it. It was out in the open now; there was no taking it back. He glances away again, not sure what to expect from Marcus next.
He wonders how Marcus would react if he told him about his secret desire for... more than just this innocent touching? But then again, maybe that was something they should save for another day...
"Mmm?" He murmured lightly, looking at his father. "Are you sure? I'm not a little boy anymore..." he said without much interest.
"But I like having you close... and touching you," Dad says, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I mean... if you want to stop, that's okay too..." His voice trails off, leaving the words unsaid but heavy in the air between them. He takes another deep breath, wondering how far he should push this.
It'd be easy enough for Marcus to ignore what he just said and act like nothing was different... but then again, maybe not. The tension in the room seemed to grow with each passing moment as they both fought against their own desires and fears. It felt like the air itself was thick with anticipation, like anything could happen next.
Marcus let out a sigh. "Whatever..." he said softly, settling his head back on his father's shoulder, watching television. He began to slowly caress the man's chest again.
Dad lets out a soft moan as Marcus starts touching him again. He glances down at the younger man, trying to read his expression but finding nothing more than boredom there. It's both infuriating and arousing at the same time; he wants so badly for Marcus to be as into this as he is. But maybe it'll just take some time... or a little bit of courage on Dad's part to change things between them.
He hesitates for only a moment before leaning in, pressing his lips against the hair at the nape of Marcus's neck. The contact feels electric; his whole body seems to tense up as he savors this brief connection between them. It's like he's finally allowing himself to be who he really is, even if only for a moment.