Confront your dad about the magazines

"Hey dad" you absently minding call out while flipping through the magazine. "I think I found your stash of porn magazines."

From behind you, you hear a loud clink of a wrench hitting the pavement. Then there was a silence. The pause of the audio seemed to have lasted an eternity until your dad broke the void.

"Anything interesting? His voice was broken and hesitant.

You thought to yourself if you should play it cool, but you knew that he must know what magazine he was hesitant about you finding. The magazine that you were holding suddenly got very heavy in your hands.

"Oh, just the one, with the majority of images with a lot of bi people fucking." You reply.

You didn't dare turn around as you hear the trolley wheels, that were under your father's weight, roll out from under the car. Each step of your father's work boots against the concrete pad became in sync with your heartbeat.

You feel the heat of your dad as he gets closer to you. One arm reaching around you, grabbing the porn magazine. You slowly look up at your old man's face. There was fear and anger on his face. You turn to face your father.

"It was only a matter of time I suppose." Your dad says, breaking the silence. "Look Marc, this doesn't mean anything." Your dad doesn't usually say your name, so you can tell this must be serious.

"Look, dad, it's alright. All of us have fantasies." You take a step forward, placing a hand on one of his hairy arms. The physical contact seems to relax your dad's posture a bit. There seem to be tears, building up in his eyes. He looks down at the ground, trying to conceal his face. As if he was ashamed revealing a secret he held onto for a long time. After a while, he looks back up at you.

"I haven't told many people about this." Holding up the porn magazine. "I mean, your brothers found the playboy magazines. Hell, I gave a couple of them to them. Because boys will be boys. But this, only your mother knew. When we were first together, we were a lot more adventurous. We would go on dates with other couples and sometimes we all fool around together. Guys with guys, your mother with other girls. It was so hot and so carefree. But I promise you I have not messed around on your mother since we have been married. Sometimes I get urges for another man's touch, and this magazine helps."

You take a step forward, closing the gap. "Now why did Chad and Kyle get porn magazines and not me?" You tease your father.

Your father breaks into a grin, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Well to be honest I didn't know what you would be into and didn't want to assume." He says massaging your shoulder.

You take the magazine from your dad's grasp and flip to one of the few pictures that have two guys fucking and point at the page. "This looks pretty good to me." You say smiling at your dad.

Your dad responds with a smile and you can tell the gears are going in his head. With a whisper, he smiles. "So son, those shorts are mine aren't really doing a good job?" His eyes twinkle with mischief.

You look down at your dad's shorts that you are wearing and see the massive tent your cock has made. The fabric is far too loose and doesn't conceal much of anything.

You grin to yourself, and then make eye contact with him. Your eyes slowly trailing down his body to his crotch. "Looks like you have the same problem." You say winking.

"I guess I do, we shouldn't waste a father / son bonding time and take care of our problems." Your father says, closing the gap between your bodies.

"Mmm as long as we use your magazine for inspiration for our big problems." You say looking at your father's very visible crotch that is straining to get out of his briefs.

"Of course slugger, let's go over here to get more comfortable." Your dad turns and leads you over to a beat-up couch. He sits down on the edge and places the magazine in the middle and starts to flip through the pages. You join him on the other side, a little bit disappointed by the distance between you two. He comes to settle on a set of what looked like two college boys and their naughty professor. The naughty professor was wearing a high barely-there skirt and tight white blouse. The two guys were stereotypical nerds with glasses and suspenders. The set is filled with various poses, of the teacher spanking the boys with rulers and progressing from there.

You take your gaze off of the pictures over to your dad. Your dad had started to stroke himself off inside of his briefs, making his cock large and stiff. You started to mimic his motions. After a while, you could tell that your dad was uncomfortable with the limited crotch access so you break the silence.

"Hey dad, why don't remove these and get more comfortable?" Your dad catches his breath before nodding. He stands up and slowly strips out of his briefs. His toned plump ass bounces as the fabric slip from his body. You took the opportunity to appreciate the view. You admired that your dad did not seem to manscape his nether regions. The hair from his thick thighs trailed up to his ass cheeks and ended up with some light sun bleach hairs on his lower back. When he turned to join you back on the couch, the hairs from his stomach, trailed down to his pubic hair. He was sporting a thick bush, that surrounded his large cock. You inadvertently licked your lips at the sight of his large balls, that you knew were aching with juice. When he joined back on the couch he sat next to you with the magazine on his lap.

"You okay with this slugger?" He says, resuming stroking his cock nice and slow while making eye contact. You moan yes while sliding the shorts down your body and having them rest on your ankles. You are about to resume stroking when...

"You better remove those" Your dad leans over to remove the shorts from your ankles. You feel the weight of his body on your lower half, as he lifts up each leg to remove the shorts. You absently mindly, bring your hands to his lower back to lightly rub his spine. You couldn't tell if your dad realized you were touching him at the moment. Your dad ends up tossing his shorts just out of reach. "Don't want my favourite shorts to get stained." He says winking at you.

You break out in a smile and start stroking your cock.

"Fuck dad it's so hot in here."

"I know slugger."

Both of you are in the rhythm of flipping pages and stroking your hard dicks. The heat in the garage seemed to have raise by 5 degrees as the sweat on your body increased. Your dad pick ups the moaning and you can see droplets forming on his pecs and nipples. Something about the wetness of his tits just turns you on further. You take a bit of sweat from your groin, to massage your taint and hole.

"Fuck this magazine is hot," Your dad says. At first, you thought he meant the pictures, but he then tosses the magazine on the floor in front of you, just out of reach. He must have meant the pages against his skin.

Your dad closes his eyes and continues to stroke. Faster now, he starts humping his fist with his cock. You become memorized with the sight of your dad, humping in the air. Wondering what fantasy he was thinking of.

Out of nowhere, he grabs your thigh, causing you to tense up. The skin contact must have pushed your father past his sexual point.

"Oh fuck, fuck! FUCK!." Long white ropes of cum come erupting out of your dad's swollen cock. The streams of cum, hit his chest, chin and the back of the couch. He continues to stroke hard to get every last drop of his daddy juice. His breathing slows as the last remnants of his cum, leak down the shaft.

"Wooo I needed that." He says, chuckling while wiping his forehead with a cum covered hand. "Slugger you didn't get off yet." He says waving in your direction.

"No, but that was super hot. Your hand startled me." You say sheepishly.

"Ha ha sorry about that, but I can't be the only one to get off. I can go if you want privacy." He says while starting to stand up.

You grab his arm, and slowly slide down to his fingers. You wrap your fingers in his grease covered fingers and pull him back to the couch. "No don't go," you whisper. He sits back down, with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. You close your eyes while picking up your cock. Your dad starts massaging your shoulder, his hot breath on your neck. You are lost in your sense, with each stroke makes you closer to orgasm.

"Ya buddy, that's it, stroke your boy cock." Your dad's encouragement, commanding your hands. The hand that was massaging your shoulder, reaches down and starts to massage and pinch your nipple. Your body is very reactive to his touch, causing your body to tense and flex. Making your nipples grow harder in his fingers. As he works your nipple, you raise your ass off of the couch slightly and start bouncing your body into your hand.

"Mmm, that trick worked on Tommy back in the day." Your dad says absent-mindedly. You make a mental note to ask who Tommy was. You are so close now. Your cock is starting to ache with pressure in your hand. Your nipples are hard and your ass is clenching as you fuck the air. Your dad with his other hand starts to massage and caress your inner thigh. Massaging deep into the fibres that connect from your muscle and bone. You ache for him to hold your cock, but you don't want to push this too far. He leans in, with his hot breath on your ear, "Cum for me slugger."

With that command, you start shooting your load. Ropes of cum hit your chest and chin. Some of it made it up to your dad's chest as well. You are soon covered in your juice. As you come down from your high, you see your dad taking a swipe of cum from his chest and licking the end of his finger. Just the thought that it might be your cum sends you. You moan loudly and squeeze your eyes shut.

"Look slugger, we need to get cleaned up and get supper started before anyone gets home." Your dad's voice says breaking your concentation. Your dad stands up grabbing his clothes. He tosses you the magazine and gives you a wink before leaving the garage naked. He picks up the towel that you had earlier and lovingly wipes up the cum that spilled onto your chest and thighs. "No one likes a dirty boy." He says winking at you.

"My turn to clean up," you say sheepishly as you take the towel from him. You wipe up the mess on the couch, while wiping your face clean.

"Thanks slugger," he says as he hugs you tight in his arms. "I love you."

"Alright slugger, I gotta get the meat out for the barbeque." With that your dad breaks the embrace and starts to head out of the garage. Before he leaves he picks up his shorts and underwear and tosses them over his shoulder. He turns and gives you a wink before throwing the magazine at you. The fresh cool air of the night feel great as it crept in from the outside of the garage. The breeze caresses your naked body.

Maybe the heat has finally broken?