Have one more beer

You suck the last few drops out of the can and shrug at your dad. The last couple of beers definitely started to work their magic through your system. You felt giddy and very relaxed.

"One more wouldn't hurt." You say slyly chucking the can in the now larger pile of recyclables that accumulated on the garage floor.

"Atta boy, we might be out of beers from the cooler, but go grab some from the deep freeze. I think I stuck a few in there, to hide them from your brothers." He responds while sliding back under the car.

You get up off of the workbench, from where you perched. Your gaze over your dad's thick legs that were sticking out of under the car. Now and then he would take an inch from his balls, from under the tightness of the briefs, or kick a mosquito off of one of his hairy legs, with his steel work boots.

"How's that beer finding coming along, slug?" He calls out from under the car.

"Oh right, sorry!." You respond, quickly remembering what you were supposed to be doing. Hopefully, you weren't standing there too long observing, but then again he was under the car and wouldn't have noticed you were staring.

You made your way over to the deep freeze, on the other side of the room. Your dad was usually very organized, at least in the house, but here there were crates full of things stacked on top of the freezer. You sigh to yourself while chuckling. You knew mom would not put up with this messiness inside of the house but since this was dad's lair. He could leave it as is. You start moving the crates off the freezer. Some of them were heavy, being full of car parts and miscellaneous tools. The last one, something caught your eye though.

Inside of the crate looked like porno magazines. You placed the crate on the floor and crouch down to inspect the contents. "That sly dog," You thought to yourself. You thumb over the stereotypical playboy magazines. Full of big-breasted women in a variety of poses. A lot of the editions were their car editions. "I guess he does enjoy the car fantasy," You thought of dad's sexual fantasies. You took a couple of minutes to admire the photographer's work featuring both vintage cars and naked models. With their breasts resting on steering wheels, or legs spread eagle in the back seats. Magazine after magazine started to pile up next to you. The last one in the crate took your breath away. As you reach for it, you could feel your fingers start to tremble. The cover featured a guy sitting in the middle of the magazine, with his large cock front and center. On either side of the member was a blonde busty woman, with red painted lips. And on the other side is a handsome man, with his hand enclosed around the main model's member. The two partners seemed to be enjoying the middle man's hard cock. Your eyes gazed over the models to the title of the magazine "3Some" and underneath "The Bi Edition" As you flip through the pages, you become instantly hard. The images were a lot more hardcore than in the previous magazines. Filled with an array of couples, either 2 girls and one guy or two guys and 1 girl. You didn't pay much attention to the latter but the former got you riled up.

You couldn't help yourself anymore, you were throbbing with excitement. You inserted your hands into the shorts and started to stroke your dick.

"How did you make out?" Your dad calls out from under the car, snapping you back into reality.