It had been months since you were last home, and now at the end of your freshmen year in college you were headed home for the summer. At 19 you knew it was a little silly being so excited to go home and spend time with your dad, but you couldn’t help but be a little giddy. After all growing up your dad was your world, your parents had had you very young and your mother had walked out leaving the responsibility all to your dad Shawn (and at 14 no less!) while you were still a baby. Your father though had been fantastic, always making time to for you despite working two jobs, always being kind, and supporting you in everything.
As you were finally pulling up to the house your giddiness was becoming almost anxiousness, not from a sense of dread but rather you were so excited for everything to be perfect you feared anything going wrong. As you gathered your bag and walked to the door you felt quite strange being on the outside of your old home, the feeling compounding as you awkwardly went to knock before you remembered you obviously had a key. Unlocking the door and walking through you said "Dad I'm home" but then you heard the shower running upstairs. Deciding to settle in and wait you found you're anxiety melting away and a sense of eagerness returning as being in your childhood home was again putting you at ease. Finding yourself finally settled in you decided to watch something while you waited, but when the T.V. came on you found your dad had left it blaringly loud which had also clearly been heard be your dad as the shower abruptly stopped. As you turned down the volume you called out again "Dad I'm home!" which was responded by your father eagerly bounding down the steps.
Before you had even fully stood up your dad had already closed the distance and hoisted you into a hug. However when your brain finally managed to process what was happening you realized your dad had been so excited to see you he hadn't bothered to get dressed first. You knew well enough that you're dad had a habit of going without clothes from growing up with him, but after being separated for so long and becoming unaccustomed you definitely weren't ready for the first thing you saw of your dad to be a slightly wet full frontal.
Your dad, completely unbothered, pulled you into a full bear hug and lifted you off of your feet. Normally such a thing never really happened to you as you were yourself 6'2 and, while not bulky, had began working out more seriously over the last year, but you're dad was an unreal behemoth of a man at 7'6 with a herculean physique and with a flaccid 10" dick he would make a horse feel inadequate. "So how's my little boy?" your dad asked "You seem a little heavier than I remember."
Finally managing to regain composure you responded, a little flattered, "Heh, thanks dad I've been working out some." glossing over the fact you had been busting your ass just to keep any kind of muscle mass on you. "So? What have you been up to?"
"Well you know work, work, and more work," your dad said letting you down "I did manage to save up plenty of vacation days though so I'll have plenty of free time to spend with you Caleb" he said as you went to sit on the couch and your dad in his recliner, flagrantly displaying his junk in some unconscious shameless man-spreading.
Your dad's inadvertent display was beginning to stir something in you that you refused to admit to so in an attempt to distract yourself you asked "So what do you want to do for dinner?"
"Well naturally I'm going to make something special for you, speaking of I need to get some things started," he said getting up walking to the kitchen blissfully unaware of the audience his sculpted ass was receiving...
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