Dad's Friends
#22 of Shorts (< 500 words)
Inspiration art: https://twitter.com/IMPwitter/status/1395366022241128449
Your dad always had his friends over on Friday evenings. They'd sit in the garage, smoke, drink, and whine about their wives till midnight, when the commotion died down. Sometimes you'd peek through the door to watch them - they'd carelessly fling their shirts off in the muggy air just to cool down. It was just a guy thing and nobody batted an eye.
Just a guy thing. Sure. Okay. They were here to bathe in each other's masculinity just to get a moment away from the world - it was obvious.
You were sneaking home after a Friday hookup when you realized your dad had friends over again. Try as you might, you couldn't tiptoe around the garage without getting caught. It must have been an especially muggy night, seeing as this tiger had stripped down to his underwear. His cigarette bobbed in his mouth and his eyes lazily wandered as he drunkenly pondered how to handle the situation.
"Well, ya best tuck in boy, 'less ya can help me better than my wife can."
No matter what that accent was, he had you on your knees in no time, huffing his stained underwear and drooling over his underserved cock. You'll show him how his he deserves to be treated.