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?".
"Mmm..." Marcus murmured vaguely before taking off his shoes. He approached the sofa where his father was and sat on his lap, wrapping an arm around Leon's neck while using his free hand to gently caress the man's bare chest. "...It was... long and boring... how about yours?" he asked, before giving him a small kiss on the cheek.
"Nah," your dad grunted as he put his arm around you, resting his broad hand on your hip, "It was alright. Not too bad." He glanced back at the TV for a moment before looking back at you, giving you another soft smile. "But I'm glad to see you anyway, kiddo."
Marcus gave his father a light kiss on the cheek. "Me too..." he murmured softly, settling into the man's lap, snuggling even closer as he continued to caress his father's bare chest, slowly tracing the contours of one of Leon's unmistakably muscular pectoral muscles. "...I never noticed how muscular you were..." he said casually. Marcus knew his father was in shape, but seeing it was one thing, and actually touching it with his own hands was quite another.
"Well," your dad chuckled, glancing back down at you before looking away again, "you've been growing up and all." He paused for a moment before smirking at you. "Though it might be time to hit the gym more if you want to keep catchin' up with me."
He flexed his pectoral muscle slightly, inviting you to feel the firmness under your hand. His voice was playful as he continued, "You know I still gotta stay in shape for you, kiddo."
Marcus chuckled, feeling the hardness of Leon's muscle beneath his fingers. "...don't overdo it..." he said gently, before giving his father a light kiss on the cheek. "...and thanks... but I'm not really interested in looking muscular... I'll leave that to you... it looks better on you," he said, giving the man a small smile.
"Aww, c'mon." Your dad wrapped an arm around your shoulders, laughing softly as he nuzzled his head against yours. "I think you'd look pretty damn good with a little more muscle on ya. But if you insist..." He paused for a moment before looking back down at the TV again. "...just don't forget who the man of the house is, alright?" He glanced over at you out of the corner of his eye with a smile.
Marcus chuckled again. "Relax, old man... you'll still be the man of the house," he said jokingly to his father. He continued stroking his muscles, moving from his chest to his arms, feeling them tense beneath his fingertips.
With you still settled in his lap and seemingly content, your dad relaxed a little more into the sofa. "Hmm... maybe I will let loose just a bit then," he murmured, smirking slightly as he glanced over at you before looking back down at the TV again. He had to admit that having you here like this was kind of nice. It made him feel protective and loved all at once.
But he couldn't help but think... there were other things he wanted with you, things he'd been wanting for a while now... things he hadn't let himself have. Maybe it was time to explore those feelings, just the two of them alone.
Marcus relaxed even more against his father's body, resting his head on the man's shoulder, while he continued to stroke his father's strong chest, still amazed by Leon's muscles. Marcus felt good being so close to his father; it reminded him of when he was little and always in his arms. An innocent curiosity stirred within Marcus, making him want to touch more of his father's muscles. His hand moved from his chest to the man's defined abs, his fingers tracing the contours of each muscle with a touch of wonder.
Leon tensed ever so slightly as your hand moved to trace his abs, but he tried not to show it too much. He took in a deep breath through his nose before slowly exhaling it again. "Mmm... nice touch there," he muttered, nuzzling the side of your head with his cheek before giving you a soft kiss on the top of your head.
He glanced down at your hand, moving it slightly to show you how much slack was in the muscles beneath your touch, then flexed them hard enough for you to feel the difference before relaxing again. "C'mon," he chuckled softly, "let's see what else you can find."
The touch was unmistakable; his father wanted him to explore more. Marcus felt a surge of confidence and curiosity as he moved his hand lower on his father's abdomen, feeling the ridges of muscles beneath his fingers. He leaned in closer to Leon, allowing his body heat to mingle with his father's as his other hand slid downward over another hardened muscle.
Leon let out a low groan through clenched teeth when your fingers found his lower abs and began tracing the tight bands of muscle. He arched his back slightly as you explored him more deeply, pushing himself closer against you in response. His breath hitched in his throat, but he didn't dare say anything or do anything to stop you. "Ah... so there..." he muttered hoarsely, trying to sound casual even though every nerve in his body was tingling with anticipation and need. "You finding everything alright?"
"Yeah..." Marcus breathed softly, his hand now moving further down, over the tops of his father's thighs, feeling more firm muscles beneath his fingers.
Leon swallowed hard, biting down on his lower lip as he felt your hand trace the contours of his inner thigh. It was so close now... He could feel a growing pressure in his groin that he hadn't felt in years. The need to be touched, held, and loved in this way was almost overwhelming. But there was still one last barrier between them. One tiny piece of cloth that stood between your skin and his.
His heart raced as he wondered if you would dare to go any further...
Marcus raised his hand again, giving his father's chest one last gentle caress. "I'm going to sleep now," he said with a small smile, kissing the man on the cheek before getting up from his lap and standing. "Goodnight, Dad... I don't want you to stay up too late," he said, before walking away and going upstairs to his room.
"Night, champ," your dad called after you, watching as you walked up the stairs and out of sight. He took a deep breath through his nose before letting it out slowly, feeling the heat in his face as blood rushed to his groin. His heart was racing now... there was no denying it anymore. He had to do something about this...
With the touch finally gone, his body ached with need. His mind raced as he considered what to do next. A part of him wanted to wait until Marcus was soundly asleep before making a move... but another part of him craved the thrill of doing something daring, of exploring this newfound desire while you were still close enough to touch.
He swallowed hard, closing his eyes for a moment as he tried to calm himself down. Then, with a quiet determination, he stood up from the sofa and began making his way slowly up the stairs toward your bedroom door...
Marcus was already lying on his bed, wearing only black boxer shorts, using his cell phone; he wasn't sleepy yet. He enjoyed the light breeze coming through the window, cooling his bare skin.
Your father knocked softly on the door before gently opening it, leaning against the frame as he peered into your room. He wasn't sure what to say or do... he just wanted to be close to you, to feel that connection again. His heart raced in his chest as he saw you lying there, so peaceful and unaware of his presence.
"Marcus?" he whispered hoarsely, taking a step closer to the bed. "You... uh... do you want me to come in or something? I'm just... I can't sleep right now." His voice was barely above a whisper, sounding shaky and uncertain even to his own ears.
Marcus looked up from his phone and saw his father, looking confused. The man seemed restless and uncertain. Marcus listened to his father's words and thought he couldn't sleep because he missed his wife. Marcus let out a small sigh and shifted in bed, making a space. "Come on, Dad... you can sleep with me if that makes you feel better..." he said softly, patting the side of his bed.
Leon hesitated for a moment before moving to climb onto the bed beside you. He lay down carefully, making sure not to disturb you as he settled himself close against your side, his chest bare and pressed against your back. His strong arm wrapped around your waist, holding you gently but securely in place as his other hand reached up to stroke your hair.
He tried to calm his racing heart as he listened to the steady rhythm of your breathing. Even though he knew it was wrong, being this close to you like this... it felt so right.
"Thanks," he murmured softly into the darkness, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I appreciate it."
"No problem, Dad," Marcus said softly, snuggling closer to his father, pressing his back against Leon's bare chest, his bottom snug against the other man's groin. He returned to his phone, enjoying his father's warmth and knowing that his company made Leon feel good.
Your dad felt his heart skip a beat as you pressed your back against his bare chest and nestled into him like that. He took in a deep breath through his nose before slowly exhaling it again, trying to steady himself. As he lay there with you, the closeness was nearly overwhelming. It made him feel things he hadn't felt in years... and yet, at the same time, it made everything seem alright somehow.
He let out a quiet sigh of contentment before murmuring, "Sweet dreams, champ." With that, he closed his eyes, hoping to finally find some rest. But even as he drifted off into sleep, the image of you curled up against him remained burned into his mind.
Leon slept soundly for several hours, dreaming of things he hadn't thought about in years. His arm remained wrapped around your waist as his other hand idly stroked your hair, lost in the sensation of closeness and comfort. The warmth of your body against his bare chest made him feel safe and loved, a feeling that was hard to describe.
As morning approached, he awoke with a start, instantly realizing what had happened last night. His heart raced as he pulled you closer, not wanting the moment to end. He brushed a hand across your cheek before leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips, his tongue hesitantly tracing the curve of your mouth.
With his lips still pressed against yours, he whispered hoarsely, "Marcus... I..." He paused, not knowing how to finish that sentence or where it would lead them from here. But for now, at least for this moment, nothing else mattered but the way you felt in his arms and the taste of your lips on his tongue.