Dad offers you his bed

“I just saw the barn. You really know what you’re doing with those animals. And is that dinner I smell? You’ve gone above and beyond what I’ve asked, and it warms me to tell you how refreshing it is to meet such an honest, hardworking young man. You’ve well earned these clothes, they should be your size,” said your dad, putting down some shirts and pants and undergarments.

“Um, thanks.” You felt a twinge of guilt at the ‘honest’ part. You planned to keep it a secret that you’re his actual 36 year old son, but you kept considering that he deserved to know. The rest of what your father said was true and well deserved, and it made your little dicklet twitch. As fucked up as it was, you knew you had to sit down before his praise got you completely erect. You sat at the dinner table and ushered your dad over with a gesture.

You and your dad ate the meal that you had cooked. He was exuberant and sociable in a way you didn’t even remember him being when you were a young child. He gossiped to you about the goings on in the town as he indulged in too much mead. You only had one pint of mead, which was far too much given your new smaller size and lack of much muscle or fat. You were bringing something out in him. A joy he thought he’d lost. The sparkle in his eyes and the merriment of his diction had you falling in love with your own father.

“Oh I almost forgot,” your dad stood up from the table abruptly. He went to the new clothes he’d bought today. “As far as underwear, I had the tailor take some regular men’s white loin cloths and tapper them up like those that you’ve got on. I think the style could catch on. I even had one made in my size.” He undid his belt and flung his shirt and trousers off.

The new undergarment was a sight of glorious manliness.. or maybe that had more to do with who was in them. Your hairy muscular dad’s body was being absolutely caressed by the cotton fabric. Our reader would see them as this world’s first ‘tighty whities’, but you knew only that looking at your dad’s hairy ass in them gave you a similar feeling of looking at a fair maiden’s cleavage back when you had a preference for them. And the other side...well let’s just say you could make out the shape of your dad’s entire cock and balls and it made you have to fight the urge to finger yourself as you observed the nearly naked man before you who was involved in your very conception. He was free to try and conceive in your ass, you thought before you could stop yourself..

Your dad could tell you were staring at him. He knew his manly body was a spectacle in this tight fitting underwear. He put his clothes back on, slowly, giving you time to enjoy the show.

“Well, it’s probably time for bed. I only have one bed at the moment, but I promised to treat you as well as I treat myself, so we’ll switch who gets it each night. You can have it tonight,” said the cheery man.

“Well if the bed is mine for the night, can’t I choose to share it with you?” You asked meekly. “I get really cold, you see.”

“You want to share a bed with me? Even though I’m an old man?” Dad craned his eyebrow.

“Fifty is hardly old,” you said without thinking.

“I never told you I was fifty,” your dad said, a bit suspicious of you.

“I was just guessing. You’re exactly fifty?” You played dumb. You couldn’t believe you almost outted yourself as his son while trying to get him in the same bed as you. Luckily his drunk himbo brain accepted that explanation.

“Well I don’t mind sleeping with a young thing like you if I’m being invited,” said your dad with slurred speech. His rosy face getting rosier and complimenting his white beard. “Just don’t mind if my old snake starts to get excited. It’s been a while since anything’s been in spittin’ distance of him.”

“Oh that wouldn’t bother a man like me any. I just hope I don’t roll the wrong way in my sleep and disgrace you with my member,” you said.

“Don’t you worry about that, little man. Bodies are just bodies. Who knows, it could feel kinda good on me,” said your dad, surprising both you and himself.

The two of you went to bed. Your dad stripped down to the new undergarment again and you both climbed in. You let the big man be the big spoon you felt your dad’s huge, now hard cock between your cheeks through the fabric of your underwear. He put head right behind yours and you could feel his breath on your neck. You knew you smelled like sweat with the hard day of work you had done, but your dad was inhaling deeply, as if you smelled of roses. It was such a compliment it had your dick full mast. You waited until dad was asleep and pulled down your underwear a bit. You jerked off into your hand as you could still feel your dad’s softening erection on your ass. You came hard and ate up the evidence before pulling your dad’s muscular arm around yourself and falling into a deep a secure sleep.