I'm home from college for the summer, but I have privacy up in my room. It's an attic apartment. You have to go up to the third floor and then there's a door that looks like another room but if you open it it's just stairs that go up and then there's another door but no door there.
When we made the attic into a room for me, we never bothered with putting in a door there at the top of the stairs. We talked about trying to put in shelves, but it was a lot of work just doing the dry wall and floor. It's just the doorway that was already there. The door at the bottom of the stairs doesn't lock either.
It's not much bigger than my old bedroom, and the ceiling is low, and it gets pretty hot in the summer, and it's pretty much just a bed and dresser and closet and a window, but it's mine. The closet never got a door either, but it works for me. My dad and I did the work together so I could have my own space.
Last night, my dad was at the bottom of the stairs and yelled up to ask if I had any trash to go out. I yelled down that I'd bring it down later, and he didn't say anything, and then I heard him shut the door at the bottom of the stairs. It was kind of late, but I had a little bag of trash and a pizza box to smush up and some empty soda cans from getting home from work late with food.
So I threw on a shirt to take it down. By the time I got down to the kitchen and walked through the hall to the garage, I saw my dad standing in the side door to the alley. I was about to say something to him, but he started talking.
I realized that he was talking to our neighbor out in the alley. Then I realized that our neighbor was naked. It was crazy. I could just barely see him over my dad's shoulder when he wasn't blocking the view. I hid around the corner and just peeked through the crack in the door. I've seen him like mowing his lawn or at the mailbox, but I never really noticed what he looked like before.
There was barely any light but I could see them both and hear them kind of whispering to each other. I set the bag of trash down behind me real quiet but it made a noise, and my dad kind of turned his head. I don't know if he heard me or not. I stepped back and waited a bit before peeking around the corner again.
I saw my dad looking across the alley. He stepped back a step. And his robe slid off his shoulders and down his back and to the floor. He was naked too. I could only see the back of him, and it was dark, but I could see that line down the middle of his back and below it his butt. And his legs looked pretty muscular.
So we've like changed in a locker room together at some point when I was younger and peed next to each other, but it's not like I was gawking at his cock. It's not like we're nudists or anything. It was really crazy to see him standing in the garage naked like that and even weirder to see our neighbor standing across from him the same way and holding his dick.
I realized my dad was like jerking off, I guess, too. I couldn't see anything, but his arm was bent and moving like he had his hand on his dick. I just couldn't stop watching. It was so weird, but then what was really weird was that I was getting hard watching them.
Then some headlights shined in, and the guy stepped backwards into his garage, and then my dad took a step backwards to hide, and he almost turned around and looked at me. I only ever saw the back of him. I just left.
I walked back through the house quick and up the stairs and opened the door to go up to my room. The whole time, I was just in a daze like kind of shocked at what just happened and what I was seeing. When I got up to my room, I kneeled on my bed and craned my neck to look out the window and down. I couldn't see if my dad was still down there but I could see our neighbor still standing there.
Barely. Like it was dark and he was bare ass naked. I never really saw a grown adult guy like that really. Or at least I never got to stare at one while he jacked off in person right in front of me.
My forehead was pressed against the glass. I saw him step out of the doorway and into the alley. I could see more of his body. It looked pretty good, like pretty in shape. He looked like he had muscles. And he was really pounding it. And then I think he jizzed. I couldn't see as clearly as when I was standing behind my dad.
The image of it all was like still in my eyes. I couldn't stop seeing my dad's naked ass and my neighbor standing there naked too. I got into bed and stared at the ceiling. It was hot. I mean my room was hot. I took my shirt off and dropped it on the floor. I moved my pillows around and tried to get comfortable to go to sleep.
I was so hard. My hand was just glued to my dick. I tried to let go and pull a sheet over me. You know how even when it's hot you still need something covering you? And you wake up cold in the morning under just a thin sheet. So I'm hot as hell but with a sheet over me but down to my waist and with one foot sticking out so it's not too warm.
I looked down at my body. The sheet was draped over it. I could see the shape of my legs and waist and hardon underneath. My body was starting to get grown and muscular like theirs. I looked at my chest and thought about my dad's chest and his chest hair and the little bit of chest hair I was so proud of. I felt my own bicep, and then my hand went back to my hard dick.
My underwear was really hot and tight and bunched up. I reached under the sheet and slid them down and off from under the sheet and looked again at how I could see the shape of my body through the sheet. I stretched the sheet against my hard dick and looked at it, and then I went back to stroking.
My hand bobbed up and down under the sheet as I saw them again, still, stuck in my thoughts. I looked at the ceiling and then over at the wall and then to the doorway and saw my dad.
He was standing there. He was watching me. He was leaning against the doorway, still standing on the top step, half in and half out, kind of leaning in. I stopped.
"Hey." He didn't answer me at first.
"Hey there." We just sat there in silence like he was waiting for me to wake up. I thought for a second that maybe I was dreaming, but my heart was pumping adrenaline, despite me lying there still. I wasn't really embarrassed. My dad made sure I knew I could go to him with awkward questions. I made sure he was sure before I asked him what 'doggy style' meant in his truck before he dropped me off at school once. And he wasn't embarrassed to knock on the bathroom door when I was taking an extra long shower.
Finally, he said, "morning wood showed up early, huh?"I laughed and said yeah. He said that he saw the trash I left by the garage. I wondered if that meant that he knew that I saw him there, even if he didn't see me. I didn't know what to say and just said yeah, not really sitting up just looking over at him and still lying there with the sheet kind of showing the shape of what was underneath it. He was wearing his robe.
I started to remember one time when he had walked in on me in the same situation. He said sorry and left. Then, right away, he knocked and asked if he could come in. I said yeah. He came in and said sorry again and that he just wanted me to know that there was nothing wrong with what I was doing but that he was sorry for walking in on me. And then he quickly left.
But now he was just standing there in the doorway. He asked if I was scheduled to work the next morning. I said yeah. He said it was sure hot today. I said yeah.
As we talked with these big silences, my hand went back to my dick like a magnet. I pulled on it. He's seen me adjust myself plenty of times. But this was a tug. Just one slow pull, my hand slid down my hard dick under the sheet. Then up again quick and loose and then tightening and sliding to to head.
"I'm gonna go to bed..." he said. Sometimes he stayed up late down in the garage. I saw one foot step up onto the floor. He was still leaning against the doorway, half in. He didn't leave. He stayed there, looking at me.
I slowly leaned back. My hand left my dick for a couple seconds to scratch my chest, and the sheet was still tented up. I was so hard, really hard. I felt kind of proud of it. It looked big and long. I looked at it. I looked at my dad looking at it, and I felt like I was showing off for him. It felt kind of cool and kind of hot.
My hand slid along my naked thigh and up to grip my hard cock and jerked up and down slowly. My armpits slid with sweat, and my other hand grazed my chest while I looked at how the faint light hit his chest hair. His robe showed a lot of his chest, so I saw his chest hair a lot.
I put my head back on my pillows. It felt great. I felt comfortable. I felt like my dad was seeing this private side of me where I was a man like him, and I was letting him in.
My hand went up and down, with the sheet over half of my chest and down to my ankles. I looked up at the ceiling and closed my eyes and pictured my dad's body, his naked backside, and then our neighbor's naked frontside. I was getting hotter and harder and grinding on my bed with a warm sheet under my bare butt and a cool sheet over me.
Still stroking, still with my head against the cool pillow, I looked up to the door. He was still there. He was still watching. He was still waiting. My knees went up, and the sheet slid off my leg, showing more of my bare body, making it totally clear that I had nothing on. My knee and hip and side showed, bare skin, as I fucked my sweaty hand.
It was dark, just a small highlight on the edges of everything, just showing enough of me jacking faster and faster and him there watching. And I could only see half of my dad, one leg and one hand. And his chest hair. And his eyes. I tried to picture what I couldn't see on the other side of the door, under his robe.
I wondered what he would do, but he just kept watching. I wondered if he'd say anything or if I'd say anything but it was quiet. Just me starting to grunt and moan under my breath. My breath was getting away from me. My hand was going faster and my body clenched up.
But my dick was still covered. The sheet went up and down. And then I tightened and felt my fist get wet and soak into the sheet. My face must have been scrunched up in pain and pleasure as I squeezed, but my dad just looked at me and watched and waited. I let out a loud noise that broke the still quiet.
I finished. It felt so hot and weird and different. My face was sweaty. My body was wet, and the sheet was wet. And my dad wiped sweat from his forehead. But we didn't make any goofy faces or react to it all. I did what I was gonna do and let him watch and he watched.
I fell back. My eyes closed. I thought maybe I'd open them and realize that I was having a weird dream the whole time, that he wasn't really there. But he was. "Goodnight, son."
As he disappeared into footsteps, I leaned back and pulled my wet dick. My body was exhausted. My brain felt fried. My hand and dick were still a sloppy mess. I usually used some paper towels or a washcloth, but I just took my whole sheet and wiped my hand and squeezed jizz out of my dick and rubbed the crumpled mess across my stomach and tossed it all on the floor.
I was hot and sweaty and naked. I rolled over. My sweaty back felt nice in the open air, and my front felt good pressed into my bed. I closed my eyes and heard, "son?"
I opened my eyes and looked back across my naked shoulder and back and butt and legs and feet. My dad was back again, leaning into the room again, and looking at my body.
I wondered what he could see between my legs from behind and in the dark, but I knew he could see my naked ass, and I watched his eyes move over to stare. Again, I felt on display. I like that feeling.
"I'll wake you up in the morning... for work... okay?"
"Yeah. Thanks, dad."