Hang Out With Him

"Ah old man! You're not even 50!" You retort back, grinning at your dad's self deprecating jab.

"Ugh don't remind me, that is coming up." He looks at you with a serious expression, before taking the back of his hand wiping the forehead sweat away. He takes off his cap, run his fingers through the clipped full head of hair that was greying a bit. With his other hand, he took it to rub the sunburn on the back of his neck. Which made him inadvertently flex his muscles. He makes eye contact with you again.

"At least I'm still in good shape." His expression going back to the bemused expression from earlier.

"Nothing wrong with the view, though you might want to cut back on the beer, Unless you want to end up like Grandpa Joe." You playfully tease him.

"HA! I guess you're right, maybe some day, but today is not the day." He takes another swing from the can, emptying it. Your dad crushes the can and tosses it behind him. You hear the clink of the aluminum hitting the concrete car pad.

"So did you decide what you want to do? If you stay there might be a beer in store for you." Your dad smirks handing you a can of Miller with an outstretched hand.

"You're serious?" You reply while grabbing the beverage from him and cracking it open.

"Hell why not, you're 18 now, it's hot summer day and your mom isn't home. I don't see why not. So is that a yes you're going shoot the shit with me?" He ponders for a second, with his arms crossed and then looks thoughtfully at you.

"Absolutely, you reply." You tilt your head back and let the cool liquid flow down your throat. You haven't drunk much before and the beer was extremely refreshing. You end up gulping a bit much, causing some streams of beer to flow down your neck and chest.

"Easy their slugger, don't want you plastered by the time your mom gets home." Your dad laughs at your direction.

"Shit" You thought to yourself, you instinctively take the towel from your waist to dab up the liquid on your torso. Forgetting that you were naked underneath, flashing your dad your family jewels.

"Umm Marc, if you're going to hang out with me though. You might need put on something. At the very least in case someone comes up and questions why you are hanging out with dad butt naked." He turns to give you a bit of privacy, blushing a little.

"Oh shit ya, well one second, I'll run upstairs to my room to put on an old pair of shorts." You respond, turning away to go back in the house.

"Hold on slugger." Your dad voices stops your momentum, you turn to him, approaching you.

"You can just wear these." It was almost as time seemed to slow down. Your dad, with a deep eye contact slowly starts to unzip his closer of his battered shorts. You feel yourself catch your breath, as his large strong hands insert themselves into the waist band and slowly pushes them down. He turns slightly away from you, and plump ass in his crisp white briefs come into focus. When he straights back up, your dad absently smears a bit of grease across his stomach. . In the heat and humid, the removal of his shorts unleash an intoxicating aroma of your dad's sweaty body, pheromones and grit. You didn't notice before, but your dad had some smears of oil across highs from working on the car.

"Err" Was all that you could imagine to get out.

"It's cool slugger, I sometimes work in the garage in your underwear, your mom doesn't mind and now you have something to wear." He grins while turning away from you to return to the car. Maybe it was the added scent, but you couldn't help but notice, his shapely ass slight bounce as he walked away. The sight and sound caused a stir in your groin. You had to admit to yourself that it was a definitely a sexy sight to see. Your dad in the briefs, paired with his large work boots and backwards cap. It was very reminiscent of a porn you saw recently. You quickly put on the shorts to hide your growing member and joined your dad at his work area.

He started explaining what he needed done on the car. With each instruction your eyes were drawn to his muscular backside. He had nice broad shoulders and was quite well built. His physique reminded you of a boxer, but not overly big. You couldn't help but notice how tight his butt muscles looked. Each time he bent over to get under the hood or grab tools, you tried to look away so he wouldn't notice you staring. However when he stood back up, you would find yourself looking down between his legs to check out his package.

For a good hour or so you and your dad shot the breeze while he tinkered around the shop. Reminiscing about your youth, adventures your dad had at your age and just life of what you two were going through.

Around 3pm your dad, slides out from underneath the car. "Hey slugger, it's about 3pm, Did you want one more drink or should we get changed and get supper started?"