My dad came home a few hours later and the sun was finally setting.
I wanted to explore my dad for myself I just didn’t know how to do it. My dad also had plenty of straight porn as well as girl on girl porn. My dad had Hustler, Playboy, and one surprisingly Playgirl magazine from 1996. Next I took a deep dive into his porno stash in his closet. I opened a few medicine cabinets until I found a pack of condoms. I was obsessed about finding out more about my dad. I put the pair in my nag and I was going to save that for later. When I put the underwear closer to my face I noticed a cum stain still left on the briefs. Finally, I opened the last drawer and it was my dad’s underwear drawer. Next I opened the second drawer, his t-shirts were all folded nice and neatly. I opened his sock drawer first, “Typical white socks.”. I decided to raid my dad’s dresser first. I decided to unpack and make his room mine. I did feel bad for giving him a hard time. “Since when do you care?” I replied snarky. Will you be okay by yourself for a little bit?”, he asked. “I have to go back to work for a few hours. My dad saw my claim his room and said nothing about it. That was the least he could since he didn’t show up to my mom’s funeral. I decided I was going to have my dad’s room. When we made it to his place I decided to claim my room for the week. The car ride was boring but looking at my dad was not. His bulge was massive and I could swear I saw it move a bit. As my eyes wandered down I gazed at his manhood. His chest was big and I noticed the hair above his t-shirt. His arm muscles were huge his veins were popping out. I know it was wrong but he was nice to look at. As I started to grow bored in the car I was noticing how in shape my dad was. He stopped talking and just focused on the road. “Might sleep around with a few guys, who knows.” My dad again just froze. My dad couched a little and tried to start a new topic for the car ride to his home. Also, I am gay!” With that one word my dad just froze into the horizon. “I was on the swim team at school and I got a scholarship to go to college. “You look good Kyle, staying in shape I see. I had some angst against my dad and I wasn’t ready to start a friendship with him.
As I entered the vehicle my dad grabbed my bags and put them in the trunk. I smiled at my dad and just walked to the door of the car. My dad was a mechanic and cars were his life. He was 43 now, silver hair, muscular build, and had a thick beard and moustache. “Hi Kyle.” My dad said as he met me outside my aunt’s house. I was going to live with my dad for a week. He was moving up to Oklahoma and he wanted to reconnect after the family tragedy. They Let me stay with them for a few months before my birth father made contact. I was 18 at the time and was prepared to live with my uncle and aunt. After 6 months of no visible life I had them pull the plug. I went to school, graduated, and was going to start college soon. My dad and my brothers lived in Dallas, Texas. My mom remarried and we relocated to a small town in Oklahoma.
I was forced to live with my mom while my dad took my 3 other brothers. My dad and my mom divorced and my siblings and I were separated. This is my story of me exploring my fantasy of my dad. I dream about my dad at least once a week. Every gay/bi man I know has at least fantasized about his dad’s cock once. Have you ever wondered what your dad’s cock looks like? If not, then you are lying to yourself.