He's interrupted

Before he could think further, the sound of footsteps echoed in his direction. Looking over, it was his father.

Still naked, Jack saw him lift up the toilet bowl to take a piss. The sound of liquid hitting water echoed out.

"Bit to get used to, eh boy?"

"Y..you could say that again dad.."

"Don't think too much. What your mother and I want, is for you to take things at your own speed."

Just as he was speaking with Jack, his urinating came to a close. He flushed the toilet.

His dad's out-in- open nature, made Jack a little uncomfortable. What with his dick swinging about. But he just remembered, he was like that too.

Clapping his free hand, that had just been holding his cock, onto his son's shoulder. He spoke.

"Cheer up son! After all, you got nothing to be shy about."

"Er...."

Releasing his hold, and with a jovial smile, he smacked his son on his backside. Whistling a tune, he casually walked out.