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There I was waiting at Salt Lake City’s airport alone. My friend Hannah was suppose to be here since I was just a tag along, but a work project came up and she couldn’t leave. During college, I met her divorced parents and hit it off with both of them. Hannah and I had remained good friends and even two years out of college, we still keep up. A few months ago, when she video called me while visiting home with her dad, they suggested I should come to Salt Lake to hang out with them. Her semi tipsy dad, Mr. Smith who had remembered me ask if he was my favorite from the family. He even remembered the snowglobe collection I had at home. I laughed at the thought that out of all the things he remembered, he would remember that. Michael had Hannah young so he was just about mid 40’s and he looked good. Like a young Grant Cardone if you know that financial guy. He used to play baseball and was still in good shape with a nice firm dad bod. He was sweet and chilled. They both invited me to come during the holidays. Here I was right before Thanksgiving visiting, but I was a little anxious since I would be here without Hannah. My 6 day trip was already booked when Hannah told me she couldn’t make it back, but she said her dad was excited to have a guest come anyways.
“Tyler,” a deep playful voiced called out. I looked out at the cars to see Mr. Smith in a red jeep calling me over. I went over and put my duffel bag in the back seat.
I hopped in the front seat and said, “Hi Mr. Smith, thanks for coming to get me. It has been a stressful getting here.”
“No problem, you can just call me Michael. And what happened?” I laughed.
“Alright Michael. The airline lost my bag, it’s in LA or something and won’t be able to get it here for 2 days or something.”
“Damn, well you can borrow some clothes until then if you don’t mind.”
“Thanks, that would be great. It’s too bad that Hannah can’t make it, thanks for having me anyways.”
“Yea, of course. Glad you have you hear. Spares an old man a lonely week before the holidays. Plus it’s good to see you after what two years now. I haven’t seen you for awhile.”
I laughed again. “You’re not old! And yea, it has been awhile. I’m glad you still remember me and okay with having me here.”
“Of course, you’re a fun guy. You’re one of my favorite from all of Hannah’s friends.”
“Thanks, you’re one of my favorite dads.”
“I guess I’m gonna be like your dad for this week since you’re the only kid around.”
I sassed, “Should I just call you daddy then for this week?” We both laughed.
“Well, I don’t have any boys, so you can just be my son this week.”
We may have been joking around, which was fine, but I was certain Mr. Smith was as straight as they come. It was nice he was open and didn’t feel weird around me. I talk don’t about it much, but I’m sure Hannah has mention to him my sexuality. We made some small talk as he drove me to his suburban cabin north of the city.
We came in and I put my stuff away in the guest room. Hannah is only one of two kids and her sister was still away for college this week. Well I was glad I get to have a break for a week at least.
“Hey son, you ready for dinner,” Mr. Smith popped into my room saying casually. I laughed. “Yea dad, coming.”
We ended up having a nice meal and he made some BBQ. Conversation was light and we both talked about work, and found out he’s working from home now. He had planned some stuff for us to do this week like hiking and going to the lake, but he said we can hang out at home for the next two days while I waited for clothes to come.
After dinner, after cleaning up, Mr. Smith had to take a work call so I went to take a shower. Before I finished I realized I didn’t have clothes to change into. I wrapped a towel around my waist. I was okay for 24. I wasn’t lean, I was average build for an asian. I used to be chubby a few years back, but better now. I did retain my thick ass though which most guys say is my best asset. I haven’t hooked up with many guys cause I was so self conscious, but I was learning to appreciate my body more.
After I fully dried myself off, and towel wrapped around waist, I went over to Mr. Smith’s office. He wasn’t there so I went to knock on his door which was slightly ajar.
“Yea come in,” he said.
I entered slowly to see the glow of the walk in closest door. Mr. Smith looked at me. He was shirtless and he was still in good shape. He may not have the outline of a six pack, but he had the V shape torso and he was really built and firm. Short hair covered his tone chest and I loved the stumble on his face. He reminded me a bit of porn actor Dirk Caber.
“Sorry, I forgot I didn’t have any clothes, can I borrow some?”
“Of course you can son,” he smirked guesturing for me to come to the closet. “I was just getting ready for a shower myself. Here, let me show you where things are. Take anything you want. Shirts and shorts up there,” he pointed to a shelf. “And for underwear in this draw,” He pulled a white draw open.
I looked at the draw first, an arrangement of underwear were neatly stacked in the draw. Mostly monotone colors. I pulled one out at randomly and saw the straps and have seen them before but never actually tried one on. I felt my cheeks get a little warm.
“Jockstrap kind of guy?” He smiled leaning against the full length mirror.
Embarrassed, “Actually no, more of a boxer brief kind. I actually never wore jock straps before. I don’t play sport.” I still had them in my hand.
“Well it’s not just for sports, I guess it mainly is for that, but they’re pretty comfortable. Try them on and see.” He said a matter of factly.
I couldn’t look at him. Here he was, all 5’11 of manliness, who I could only wish to be and he just wanted me to try them on while he was next to me.
“Hey come on, son. I used to play baseball and been in tons of locker rooms with guys. It’s not a big deal. Remember, I’m your daddy this weekend. It’s not big deal.” The way he said it, I knew he didn’t understand the other way that he could have meant that.
Another thing about me was that I usually don’t get naked infront of other guys. Just not my thing, but here was Mr. Smith all confident and unabashed so I took off my town and slowly put my legs through the strap. My semi hard dick was dangling as I had a bit of issues getting the strap to pull up. He reached over and his fingers grazed my buttocks as he pull the strap up and snapped the elastic around my waist. He moved from the mirror so I could see myself.
I had to say, I see why guys like this. I felt super sexy in this as my bubble butt was completely bare.
“They feel good huh?”
“Yea, kind of kinkly, but they hold well.” We both laugh. I check myself out some more and check the underwear draw for anything else. “You have some good choices of underwear in here.” I pull up and unfold a pair of Clavin Klein brief that had extra room in the package area. My eyes grew a bit.
“Yea, I’m a brief kind of guy myself.” He said pulling out the one I had just touch. “That has a big junk space.”
He laughed and as he takes off his pants to reveal he was wearing an identical pair. He put his arm around my shoulder and said. “You know son, one day you can grow up and get some big balls like daddy.” He joked as his other hand grabbed himself. I cracked up laughing. I did remember Mr. Smith being a fun guy, but this was definitely more than I was expecting. As we looked in the mirror I couldn’t help but think we look like a good dad son porno. He looked amazing and up until then I didn’t think I could even look at him that was cause he’s my dad friend, but Mr. Smith looked so fucking hot right then and there.
“Anyways, I’m going to go take a shower myself now. Just look around the closest if you need anything else.”
“Thanks daddy,” I sassed. He gave my ass a slap on the way out and thank god he left didn’t look back because I had a full on boner by then.
***I love dad/son replay and hope you enjoy this story. Let me know what you think or leave your dad/son fantasies in the comment. Maybe I'll add it to the next story.
“Tyler,” a deep playful voiced called out. I looked out at the cars to see Mr. Smith in a red jeep calling me over. I went over and put my duffel bag in the back seat.
I hopped in the front seat and said, “Hi Mr. Smith, thanks for coming to get me. It has been a stressful getting here.”
“No problem, you can just call me Michael. And what happened?” I laughed.
“Alright Michael. The airline lost my bag, it’s in LA or something and won’t be able to get it here for 2 days or something.”
“Damn, well you can borrow some clothes until then if you don’t mind.”
“Thanks, that would be great. It’s too bad that Hannah can’t make it, thanks for having me anyways.”
“Yea, of course. Glad you have you hear. Spares an old man a lonely week before the holidays. Plus it’s good to see you after what two years now. I haven’t seen you for awhile.”
I laughed again. “You’re not old! And yea, it has been awhile. I’m glad you still remember me and okay with having me here.”
“Of course, you’re a fun guy. You’re one of my favorite from all of Hannah’s friends.”
“Thanks, you’re one of my favorite dads.”
“I guess I’m gonna be like your dad for this week since you’re the only kid around.”
I sassed, “Should I just call you daddy then for this week?” We both laughed.
“Well, I don’t have any boys, so you can just be my son this week.”
We may have been joking around, which was fine, but I was certain Mr. Smith was as straight as they come. It was nice he was open and didn’t feel weird around me. I talk don’t about it much, but I’m sure Hannah has mention to him my sexuality. We made some small talk as he drove me to his suburban cabin north of the city.
We came in and I put my stuff away in the guest room. Hannah is only one of two kids and her sister was still away for college this week. Well I was glad I get to have a break for a week at least.
“Hey son, you ready for dinner,” Mr. Smith popped into my room saying casually. I laughed. “Yea dad, coming.”
We ended up having a nice meal and he made some BBQ. Conversation was light and we both talked about work, and found out he’s working from home now. He had planned some stuff for us to do this week like hiking and going to the lake, but he said we can hang out at home for the next two days while I waited for clothes to come.
After dinner, after cleaning up, Mr. Smith had to take a work call so I went to take a shower. Before I finished I realized I didn’t have clothes to change into. I wrapped a towel around my waist. I was okay for 24. I wasn’t lean, I was average build for an asian. I used to be chubby a few years back, but better now. I did retain my thick ass though which most guys say is my best asset. I haven’t hooked up with many guys cause I was so self conscious, but I was learning to appreciate my body more.
After I fully dried myself off, and towel wrapped around waist, I went over to Mr. Smith’s office. He wasn’t there so I went to knock on his door which was slightly ajar.
“Yea come in,” he said.
I entered slowly to see the glow of the walk in closest door. Mr. Smith looked at me. He was shirtless and he was still in good shape. He may not have the outline of a six pack, but he had the V shape torso and he was really built and firm. Short hair covered his tone chest and I loved the stumble on his face. He reminded me a bit of porn actor Dirk Caber.
“Sorry, I forgot I didn’t have any clothes, can I borrow some?”
“Of course you can son,” he smirked guesturing for me to come to the closet. “I was just getting ready for a shower myself. Here, let me show you where things are. Take anything you want. Shirts and shorts up there,” he pointed to a shelf. “And for underwear in this draw,” He pulled a white draw open.
I looked at the draw first, an arrangement of underwear were neatly stacked in the draw. Mostly monotone colors. I pulled one out at randomly and saw the straps and have seen them before but never actually tried one on. I felt my cheeks get a little warm.
“Jockstrap kind of guy?” He smiled leaning against the full length mirror.
Embarrassed, “Actually no, more of a boxer brief kind. I actually never wore jock straps before. I don’t play sport.” I still had them in my hand.
“Well it’s not just for sports, I guess it mainly is for that, but they’re pretty comfortable. Try them on and see.” He said a matter of factly.
I couldn’t look at him. Here he was, all 5’11 of manliness, who I could only wish to be and he just wanted me to try them on while he was next to me.
“Hey come on, son. I used to play baseball and been in tons of locker rooms with guys. It’s not a big deal. Remember, I’m your daddy this weekend. It’s not big deal.” The way he said it, I knew he didn’t understand the other way that he could have meant that.
Another thing about me was that I usually don’t get naked infront of other guys. Just not my thing, but here was Mr. Smith all confident and unabashed so I took off my town and slowly put my legs through the strap. My semi hard dick was dangling as I had a bit of issues getting the strap to pull up. He reached over and his fingers grazed my buttocks as he pull the strap up and snapped the elastic around my waist. He moved from the mirror so I could see myself.
I had to say, I see why guys like this. I felt super sexy in this as my bubble butt was completely bare.
“They feel good huh?”
“Yea, kind of kinkly, but they hold well.” We both laugh. I check myself out some more and check the underwear draw for anything else. “You have some good choices of underwear in here.” I pull up and unfold a pair of Clavin Klein brief that had extra room in the package area. My eyes grew a bit.
“Yea, I’m a brief kind of guy myself.” He said pulling out the one I had just touch. “That has a big junk space.”
He laughed and as he takes off his pants to reveal he was wearing an identical pair. He put his arm around my shoulder and said. “You know son, one day you can grow up and get some big balls like daddy.” He joked as his other hand grabbed himself. I cracked up laughing. I did remember Mr. Smith being a fun guy, but this was definitely more than I was expecting. As we looked in the mirror I couldn’t help but think we look like a good dad son porno. He looked amazing and up until then I didn’t think I could even look at him that was cause he’s my dad friend, but Mr. Smith looked so fucking hot right then and there.
“Anyways, I’m going to go take a shower myself now. Just look around the closest if you need anything else.”
“Thanks daddy,” I sassed. He gave my ass a slap on the way out and thank god he left didn’t look back because I had a full on boner by then.
***I love dad/son replay and hope you enjoy this story. Let me know what you think or leave your dad/son fantasies in the comment. Maybe I'll add it to the next story.