Pornlandia

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Pornlandia, Chapter 7 By ThePhallocrat - thephallocrat@gmail.com

I was hiding in my room, face down on the pillow, when Andrew opened the front door to let his "brother" and "dad" in. I would have screamed into that pillow but I wanted to stay silent and not draw attention to myself. Our plan, if you could call it that, was for Andrew to say I was at work and then get them out of the apartment as soon as he could, take them to lunch or something. While they were all at lunch, I'd slink off and find somewhere to crash for the weekend. It wasn't much of a plan and we knew it. And it fell apart immediately, like I knew in my heart it would.

I could hear them in the front room, but couldn't make out everything that was being said. Well, that was probably because I had started squeezing the pillow against both sides of my head, covering my ears. I didn't want to hear them. My dick was twitching enough as it was. I could still make out Andrew's distinctive baritone, a voice I knew well, conversing with somebody whose voice was a much deeper bass, a rumbling voice of a big man. Oh fuck. I could tell just from that vibration and not understanding any of the words that it was a sexy voice. I hadn't heard anything from Cody yet, though, and that was probably for the best.

I started to notice the voices were getting louder. There was something a bit combative about their tone too. Were they fighting? Suddenly there was a loud smash, it sounded like a chair had toppled over and something heavy had hit the ground. I leapt out of bed, heart-pounding. What the fuck? It was eerily quiet now. I was going crazy with curiosity and concern. I had promised Andrew I would not come out of the room for any reason but -- god, what if something had happened to him? I paced back and forth in indecision for maybe 2 minutes, though it felt like twenty, and finally lost my inner battle and opened my bedroom door to peek out into the front room.

"Oh, you are here!" said the deep voice, sounding very cheerful. "Can you come give me a hand?"

Andrew was on the ground, groaning and twitching a little bit, and his dad was kneeling over him. God, Andrew's dad. What a sexy man! His angled face, broad shoulders and arms, and well-defined calves left a clear impression that he'd been as fit and athletic as Andrew had been in his prime, but his beard and beer belly hanging over his belt had sculpted him into the archetypal hot dad since then. I shook myself, cursing internally for getting distracted by the hot daddy when my friend was lying on the floor in some kind of distress.

"What happened?" I said, rushing to Andrew's side.

"Fainted, I think," said Andrew's dad. What was his name? I couldn't remember Andrew's real dad's name, and I didn't even know if this fantasy dad had the same one. "Looks like he'd been working out or something before I showed up, he was all red and out of breath. Did you eat any breakfast, Andy, boy? You gotta keep your blood sugar up, you know."

Andrew was now conscious but clearly confused and dizzy. "I don't know what happened," he mumbled, mostly to me. "This has never happened before."

"You're getting older, bud," his dad laughed, punching him playfully in the shoulder. "Thank God you didn't hit your head on anything. Let's get you something to eat." He looked at me with a broad grin. "What do you think, lunch? My treat. Cody's eating with his tour group, some kind of college orientation social thing. I snuck away to drop our stuff and take my big boy here for some grub. But you're welcome to join us."

I exchanged a panicked look with Andrew, who looked lost and confused. "Uh, thank you but uhhh I should probably ummm" I couldn't think of an excuse. My mind was blank. Andrew's dad, I'd just noticed, was wearing cargo shorts that, in his kneeling down position anyway, were leaving very little to the imagination. His dad was packing a bulge that would get him inspected suspiciously at the airport, let's just put it that way. I tried desperately not to look at it but it was so big I felt like no matter where I looked it was just there in the corner of my eye.

"I'll take that as a yes!" his dad said good-naturedly, "You're basically family, you've been friends with Andrew for so long, and I don't accept a no from family. Come on, let's get our dizzy boy here up on his feet."

We got Andrew into a sitting position, but once there he raised a hand, indicating he wanted a second before trying to stand. I started rubbing his back in concern without thinking of what his dad might make of that. Andrew looked so pale I was genuinely concerned.

"Ok, catch your breath," Andrew's dad said, "I'm gonna take a leak, be right back. You'll watch him, right?" That last was to me.

"Of course."

As soon as the sexy dad was in the bathroom, Andrew blurted out. "It was his bulge."

"What?" Despite myself, I laughed.

"I was insisting you weren't here and that we should leave without you, and then in the middle of that he put his shoe up on the chair to tie it and I saw that massive..." He went pale again. "I realized I was staring at my dad's bulge and liking it and I don't remember anything after that."

"You fainted because of his big dick?"

"Don't laugh at me!"

"Sorry! I mean, I saw it too. I completely understand."

"Help me up," Andrew said, and together we got him fully on his feet. "At least Cody isn't here," he said, "Let's go to lunch and then you can split off later."

Before I could say anything more, Andrew's dad was coming out of the bathroom. Still drying his hands (rubbing them casually against his shorts) he pulled a phone out of one of the cargo short pockets. I only then could tell that it was vibrating.

"Hellooo," he said, in a goofy dad voice. "What's going on, Cody?" He paused, listening. His face grew more serious. "Are you sure?" Another pause. "What happened? Everything ok?" More pause, his face darkening even more. Andrew and I exchanged worried glances. "If somebody said something to you, I'll--" he stopped, as Cody interrupted. Then: "Okay, okay. We're on our way. Love you, bud, bye." He hung up, looked at us while shaking his head.

"Everything ok?" Andrew ventured.

"Cody wants me to come get him. I don't think the social lunch thing went well. He sounded pretty shaken. Come on, Let's go get him and take him to lunch. Cheer him up."

Once in the car and on the road, Andrew's dad launched into exposition that seemed to me to be pretty blatantly the porn setting up the scene for us. But Andrew and I said nothing, just taking it in, Andrew in the front passenger seat and me in the back trying to stay calm. There didn't seem to be anything we could do but just sit and take it in.

"Worried about Cody," his dad started, not taking his eyes off the road, "His social life at school hasn't been great these past couple years. Not really making friends like a boy his age should. And you can tell it bothers him. He tries! He really tries, joined the track and field team, a couple different after school clubs. Just can't really seem to find his people. I told him: college is different. In college, you'll find a whole different set of people, so many different types, you'll find your crowd. I really hoped he'd see I was right, even today on this tour."

"He's a shy kid," Andrew said, a bit in a trance, like he knew it was the porn making him say these things. "Never had a lot of confidence, and I don't know why. He's smart, he's funny, he's super sweet."

"He is," his dad replied, "Plus he has my genes so he's a looker. The girls should be all over him like they were when you were his age."

"They were not all over me, dad!"

"Not at first, no. But by senior year, as I recall... Heh. But no, Cody's never had a single girlfriend. Not even really a best friend. He could use one, like what you two have," his dad flashed a grin at me through the rear view mirror. Don't swoon, I commanded myself, and mostly managed not to.

"You're probably right, he'll find his people in college," I forced myself to say, clearing my throat first. "I did. That's when I met Andrew. Before that, in high school, I struggled to fit in too."

"Is that so?" His dad said, deep in thought. "Maybe you could tell Cody about that. Lord knows he's heard it from me enough times, another perspective might help."

Andrew turned back to look at me with mixed emotions playing on his face. "Oh, yeah, maybe I will," I said, shrugging helplessly back at my friend.

Before I knew it we'd arrived at the university campus where Cody was waiting for us in the parking lot. He was even cuter in person than he seemed in the photo, having fleshed out a bit and matured since it was taken, but it was fair to say he wasn't looking his best just at that moment. His shoulders were hunched and he had earbuds in, listening to some angsty teen music no doubt, and the look on his face was... Oof, I wanted to hug him so bad. Damn, the porn was good. It was preying on all my weaknesses. This wasn't just the hottest twink I'd ever seen, it was ... me. Me at 18. With all the same insecurities, trauma, and shame. And I longed to shower him in the love and affection that I had craved desperately at that age. I had all my defenses up, trying not to want him, and just one look at this young man's sad face was enough to rend right through that and strike me deeply. Fuuuuuuck.

Cody wordlessly hopped into the backseat next to me, not responding when his dad said hello. Not wanting to push the obviously upset young man, his dad just resumed driving and said nothing more. Meanwhile, Cody buckled his seat-belt and looked out the window. Then he seemed to catch my reflection in the glass and turned to look at me for the first time. His eyes widened visibly. His face flushed, then he quickly turned away to look out the window again, seeming to shrink further into himself. The look said everything, though. He liked what he saw when looked at me, and he was embarrassed about it. God, I wanted to touch him! But Andrew was looking back at me over his shoulder, and I had promised. I'd PROMISED. I sat on my hands, showing my friend my determination.

At lunch, Cody sat diagonally from me but kept stealing glances over my way with wide, hungry eyes. He probably thought he was being discreet about it, but it was anything but. Andrew definitely noticed, but worse still his dad spotted it too, looking back and forth between us thoughtfully. There wasn't much conversation; Andrew and I had our heads spinning, and Cody was deep in his funk and saying nothing. Andrew's dad did all the talking, and it was a sort of idle, calming, nothing talk that dads seem so good at in casual conversation. Towards the end of the meal, Cody excused himself to the bathroom. It was the first time I'd heard him speak. His voice was deeper than I expected, but still the tenor voice of a young man. He sounded a lot like Andrew.

"I need to ask you a favor, big guy," Andrew's dad said to him, "Can you take Cody on the college tour this afternoon?"

"Me?"

"I think he's embarrassed to have his old man around," the dad shrugged, "And he misses you. He could use some big brother time. Besides, I could use a nap, myself." He laughed and smirked, very handsomely, "This old papa bear needs lots of sleep these days."

"Oh, okay, well, I guess I could..." Andrew stammered, looking at me in confusion. "But what about, uh..."

"Him?" Dad said, jerking a thumb at me, "I'll give him a ride back, don't worry." But Andrew seemed worried, prompting his dad to laugh and say, "I'm not gonna tell him embarrassing stories from your childhood or anything!"

Andrew blushed. "I wasn't worried about that," he said, sending me a glance that made it perfectly clear what he WAS worried about. I gulped and shook my head, trying to exude innocence.

When Cody returned, his dad announced the change of plans with a tone that indicated it was already settled and not up for discussion. Cody looked at me again with sad disappointment and shrugged his agreement. The car ride back from lunch was as awkwardly silent as the lunch itself had been, but that all changed after we had dropped Andrew and Cody off for the rest of the tour. I got into the front seat and Andrew gave me a concerned look before he left, then just sighed and waved, resigned. It would be what it would be at this point, we were in deep.

"Can I ask you something," Andrew's dad said almost immediately after they were gone. We hadn't even left the parking lot. "When did you come out to your dad?"

I wasn't expecting that question so I blinked in surprise a few heartbeats. "Oh, uh. I think I was maybe... 20, 21?"

"Tell me if this is none of my business but," he sighed. We'd just come to stop at a stop sign, waiting to get back onto the main road, and he turned to look at me. "I imagine it was hard to tell him. Your dad specifically."

I swallowed hard. The eye contact was too much. I had my hands clasped on my lap to hide my erection. Still, though I was horny, I was touched by the empathy in his words. Though I didn't really want to think about that particular memory. "It was," I agreed. "I was terrified."

"Did he take it ok?"

"Ok, I guess," I said, casually, neutral, "He didn't kick me out or disown me or anything."

The older man next to me looked visibly distressed. "God damn," he whispered, "That's a low fucking bar."

I tried not to burst into tears. This was all ancient history, stuff I well and truly thought I was over. I'm an adult now, not some young twenty something still coming to terms with my teenage years. Right? Fuck. The porn was finding all my soft spots. I knew if I started crying, it would destroy the rest of my defenses. I'd be eagerly bending over and offering my hole to this kind older man in seconds. The porn was playing dirty -- but then I guess it would, wouldn't it? I swallowed the emotions and kept control as best I could.

"I know Cody is gay," he said, after a long silence. We'd resumed driving so he wasn't looking at me, but he paused in a way that suggested he was waiting for my reaction to that.

"Oh, uh," I stammered. I wanted to say "NO SHIT" but that felt inappropriate. "Are you sure?" I said instead.

"I've seen the way he looks at boys," his dad said, then reached over and punched me lightly in a friendly way in the shoulder, "The way he looked at you all lunch." I blushed. Then he hit me with this nonchalant shocker: "Plus, I walked in on him jerking it once and saw the porn he was watching." The bearded older man let out a hearty laugh at that, almost too Santa-like of a laugh to be real.

"Oh my god!" I said, laughing too, "The poor guy, I would have been mortified."

Another manly chuckle. "I was mortified as shit! He would have been too, if he'd seen me. He's so shy these days, he might well have passed out and died. Fortunately he had his earbuds in and was facing away from me. He was pretty, uhhhh, distracted. So I got out of there without him knowing. But I saw the porn. And that wasn't a woman getting her back blown out, let me tell you what."

I shook my head, not believing my ears. "Wow."

"So I know he's gay. But I don't want to push him to come out to me. Just wish he knew it's okay. I don't care. Wish he felt safe enough to open up to me about it. Hope I never made him feel like I'd treat him different if he was gay."

I got choked up again, despite myself, and tried to swallow the lump in my throat. "That's really sweet of you. I'm sure he'll tell you when he's ready. It takes time to admit it even to yourself sometimes."

"Yeah. He's not at peace with himself," the dad continued, "Andrew's right, he's got no confidence. He hasn't accepted himself fully. And I don't know how to help him. I mean, if he were straight I'd do what my dad did for me and what I did for Andrew."

The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Desperately curious, I asked, "... what was that?"

"Oh, get him laid!" The man laughed like that was obvious, flashing a grin at me, "My dad took me to a hooker. I was... maybe 17 or 18? Different times. Andrew, it was a family friend. An older lady I knew I could trust, who was good to him and took his virginity with affection and real class. So she tells me anyway. And he came back from that experience ten times more confident. He never told you about that?"

My mouth was hanging open in shock. "No!" I was pretty sure that was not what really happened. I thought I recalled Andrew mentioning once he'd lost his virginity to his high school girlfriend, the typical straight dude boring way, but somehow this story felt... plausible? More plausible than it should have. "He never mentioned anything about that."

Dad laughed. "I'm surprised, never struck me as something he was ashamed of. And you two are so close, aren't you? Especially lately, I mean."

My tongue grew thick. "What... what do you mean, lately?"

"Since you guys became roommates again, after the breakups. What else could I mean?" The papa bear flashed me some side-eye.

"Oh, of course! Yes. Totally. Yeah we've really been bonding lately for sure."

"Good. I'm gonna ask you for a little bit of a favor. But tell me if I'm out of line."

I had a feeling I knew what it was.

"If you could take Cody under your wing a little bit, I know he'd appreciate it. He needs a role-model, he's got Andrew and me and I hope we are a good influence, but he needs something like a gay older brother, you know? Somebody who understands that side of him."

"Oh."

"I know we're only here for the weekend. I don't expect a miracle. But if he opens up to you..."

"Of course!" I interjected, "I'd be happy to help. You know... uh, offer advice or... just listen or whatever."

We pulled into the parking lot of our apartment complex, parked, but Andrew's dad didn't move to leave the car. I had my hand on the door handle, but somehow I felt like I couldn't get out before he did. I waited until he finally spoke.

"I can't be sure Cody's a virgin, but--" his dad said thoughtfully, then stopped, nodding at me. "Well, I can't be one hundred percent, but knowing him like I do, I'd put money on it. And I can't help him with that, because I am not going to look for a sex worker like my dad did -- god, I don't even know where I'd start with that -- and I don't know the right family friend like I did with Andrew. Unless..." He looked at me with a sheepish grin.

There it was. I blurted out: "You want me to ... have sex with your son?" I'd been expecting it, the porn clearly had an end goal in mind, but still somehow I was shocked. I'd almost said "fuck your son" too, but changed it last minute to be a bit more respectful. I don't know why it mattered if I was respectful or not, since this was all so clearly fake, but somehow it did matter. I couldn't bring myself to speak so crudely about banging Cody's boy hole in front of his fucking father, real or not. You know?

"Only if he wants," his dad assured me, raising a placating hand, "Only if it feels natural. But if it does, and he wants to, and if you want to -- I mean, do you want to? Do you think he's attractive? He's kind of skinny, maybe that's not your type, I don't want to assume."

I couldn't find any words but my face spoke volumes. I must have turned pretty red.

"Heh. I thought so. Anyway, if it happens, you don't have to tell me, you don't have to make a big deal out of it, just know I'm okay with it. Like I said before, you're basically family. I'd rather his first time was with somebody I trust and who I know will be good to him. And who knows the ropes already. Personally, I think it's better if he doesn't show up to college a virgin. And Andrew and I needed an older partner to break us in. He's like us in a lot of ways, so I bet Cody does too."

"Uh..." I struggled to think of how to backpedal out of this. I kept repeating to myself over and over, "You promised. You promised" and picturing Andrew's disapproving face.

"Listen," I said at last, "I know you said you are ok with it, but--"

"Oh, if you don't feel comfortable, or you don't want to, absolutely do not--"

"I want to!" I blurted out, a little too forcefully. The hunger in my voice was probably obvious. Andrew's dad got very quiet, assessing me with new eyes, a small smirk on his face. "It's just that, well, I don't think Andrew would feel comfortable with--"

"Andrew? Why should he object? When it's basically how he got introduced to sex too?"

"It's awkward, I think, for our friendship if I--"

"Well, for God's sake, that's just silly. He should want his little brother to be happy. Doesn't he trust you? Haven't you ever slept with each other's friends or something? Even in college? There's no need to make a drama about it. His mother and I taught him better than that. How do you think I met the woman who took his virginity? She was a friend of his mother's, and none of us made a big stink about it." He shook his head and laughed. "I thought this generation was supposed to be more sex positive than mine."

I was turning redder. "No no, it's not just Andrew, it's me, it puts me in a difficult position because--"

Pause. "Yes, because?" his dad said, eyes narrowing.

"Look, even though I understand what you are saying, and I'd be very interested in doing anything to help Cody out that I can, I don't want to... uh, strain things with Andrew. Things are just in a weird place right now." I left it there. I didn't know how to explain further.

The dad pursed his lips thoughtfully for a bit and then turned to look out the front window instead of at me. Then he hit me with a doozy: "So. You and Andrew are fucking then?"

I almost passed out. I almost opened the car door and ran for the hills. Instead I just said, "Wha... what?" with feigned shock that was so obviously fake even to me that it only made the truth more obvious.

"No, it's alright, I had a bit of a feeling seeing the way you two were interacting today. Something has definitely changed between you," his dad continued, chuckling a little, "Listen, Andrew wouldn't be the first man I've known to turn to some fun with other men while recovering from some heartbreak. And who better than you, his oldest friend? I get it. Personally, I always thought he needed a little bit more experience before settling down with that girl, but he was smitten with her. That's why this has all been so hard."

"You aren't mad?" I don't know why I asked that, and in that quiet, child-like voice. It was like something inside me got triggered, some little kid who had just been caught doing something naughty, and I had expected anger or punishment.

"Hell," his dad said, laughing again, "I just invited you to dick down one of my boys, I can't be upset if you are already dicking down the other." He roared with laughter and slapped me on the back. "Makes sense Andrew wouldn't want you sleeping with Cody then."

"Yeah?" I was relieved he understood.

"Yeah, he was never good at sharing his toys," he said, then winked at me. I put a hand to my chest, clutching invisible pearls, but I couldn't help but grin. His dad went on: "Only convinces me I was right to ask you to help with Cody, now that I know you're fully vetted by a member of the family. I'll talk to Andrew, don't you worry, he'll see how good it is for Cody. And that it doesn't need to change anything you two got going on."

Something in me snapped. I'd been going along with the porn on this but now my suspension of disbelief finally gave away and I saw how patently absurd the whole thing was. "I'm sorry," I said, finding the courage somewhere, "I get you are like a super progressive dad who doesn't care that his son is gay, ok sure, I can buy that -- but you really expect me to believe that extends to not caring that I'm fucking Andrew and asking me to fuck your barely legal teen? I don't care how progressive and open minded you are, no real hetero dad would ever be cool with this."

"Well, now, who said anything about hetero?" Andrew's dad countered and that sure shut me up real quick. I just stared back with wide eyes. "I mean I mostly prefer women, and all, but naw - heterosexual doesn't quite describe me. Never has. He doesn't know this, or at least I never told him explicitly, but back when we were young, Andrew's mom and I were swingers! Before the kids came along, like I said it was different times. Oh, don't look so shocked. Do you think sex started with your generation? Anyway we loved bringing women and, yes, other men into the bedroom. We don't really do that anymore, well at least not until all the kids are gone, after that who knows, think we've earned some fun time again by that point, don't you? But we tried to raise our children with an open-minded view of sex without jealousy or hangups. When I heard Andrew's best friend was gay, back when you two first met, I thought - yup, that's my boy, he won't care about that no homo nonsense, not our son. Now, I get it may seem foreign to you. I forget sometimes not everybody grew up this way. But I'm happy to hear you're so close with Andrew and you guys have been taking care of each other through these difficult times. And I think you could be really good for Cody. Just... think about it. Okay?"

Somehow while he was explaining it in that patient, kind, authoritative voice, it all made sense. It didn't seem that weird at all. I felt like I should object or counter-argue, but I couldn't think of anything. So I just said, "Okay. I'll think about it."

"Good!" His dad said cheerily, and finally opened the car door to leave. I followed after a second of silent disbelief. What had just happened?

Back in our apartment, the sexy daddy showed himself into Andrew's room, where he planned to nap, while I stood in the kitchen downing a large glass of water. My throat was parched and I was super thirsty. I mean can you blame me? Then I choked on the water and nearly dropped the glass when Andrew's dad came back out of the room with his shirt off.

"Mind if I take a shower? Been a hell of a day, I don't wanna stink up Andrew's bed with my old man sweat." He looked completely at ease showing me that much skin. He was much hairier than Andrew, especially around the belly, and some of the body hair had started to turn grey.

"Help yourself," I squeaked out, "There, uh, there should be towels under the sink."

He walked into the bathroom and looked for the towel. I had a clear line of sight into the bathroom from the kitchen. He lifted a towel triumphantly and waved it at me. "Found it!" he called out. And then he proceeded to undress.

Without closing the door.

I stood transfixed. He shucked off those cargo shorts pretty quickly revealing tighty whities - not at all what I had expected. From the size of this man's waist they had to have been the largest pair of that kind of underwear I'd ever seen. The package was extremely visible now, and just as big as it had appeared through the shorts. Even though the bathroom was on the other side of the living room from me, I felt like I could see the clear definition of cock and balls. I was literally frozen. I don't think a wrecking ball could have knocked me over.

I expected him to close the door at any second. But he didn't. Instead, he turned his back to me and shimmied the underwear down, bending forward as he did so. Suddenly, without any time for me to prep mentally, his bare ass was on full display. It was like his ass had just Kool-Aid man charged into the room, taking center stage. What little breath I had left in my lungs left my body. It was very hairy, and very large. I usually like my asses muscular or slim, or so I thought, but this dad's very hairy and jiggly round booty hit me like a bolt of lightning.

He began pulling back the shower curtain and fiddling with the faucet, seeming to struggle with it. He was leaning over the bath to do so, and I could now make out a swinging phallus and low hanging balls beneath his dad beer belly.

"How the hell do you turn this thing on?" he called out to me, looking up across the space between us with a quizzical expression. Up until then I had assumed he'd just forgotten he never closed the door, but by addressing me directly he had revealed he knew perfectly well what he had done. But he also got a full view of my face, which was probably pale and wide-eyed. Like a deer in headlights. He let out a deep chuckle. His belly, cock, and balls jiggled when he laughed. "Oh, sorry, I assumed nudity was chill in your apartment. You don't mind, do you?"

I wordlessly shook my head very very slightly. I was barely able to blink.

"How does this thing work? I hate learning other people's showers," he said, still casually.

"You.." I said, trying not to stare at his junk. He had what I could only call a lion's mane of pubic hair, some of it grey as well. My voice came out in a raspy squeak and I had to cough to clear my throat. "You pull it."

He leaned over and apparently tried. I couldn't' quite see what he was doing. "I'm pulling it!" he said, slightly annoyed but still overall jovial, "Nothing's happening."

"Pull it down," I said.

"Down? What do you mean, down?"

I was struggling to find words, and something snapped in me. "Here," I said, and I walked over and into the bathroom, trying not to look at him, trying not to smell him, and for damn sure trying not to touch him. However, the bathroom was not that big and he was a big man, so I had to navigate around his naked body to get to the shower faucet. I was shaking so hard I wondered idly if I was having a seizure. I had to sort of lean across him slightly to operate the tub, and just quickly turned on the water.

I was immediately blasted all over the face and chest with cold water from the shower head. In my panicked rush, I hadn't noticed the tub was in shower mode. Andrew's dad howled with laughter. "Whoops!" he said, as I reeled back sputtering, dripping wet from the chest up. I was disoriented and kept trying to back away from the shower and from him, and I almost slipped and fell backwards doing so. He reached out and caught me. "Careful buddy! We can't have you falling too, already enough of that today."

It had happened so quickly. We'd barely been in the apartment three minutes, and I was now being cradled by this naked daddy in the bathroom, his hairy and strong arms holding me gently. Whatever promises I'd made to Andrew, whatever resistance I had left to the current Pornlandia was pulling me along into, completely evaporated. I mean, how long would YOU have held out? I am impressed, looking back, I fought it for so long. I sort of just melted into his arms.

"Here, get this wet shirt off of you," he said, pulling it up and over my head. He did it with such father-like authority, I didn't even think of stopping him. Once it was off, he took the towel and started to dry me off.

"But that's your towel," I managed to say. I don't know why I said that. I had become a shy little kid, loving dad's attention but embarrassed by it at the same time.

"There's another one down there, don't you worry," he murmured. Then he handed me the towel. "Here, you wanna finish yourself off, or just take a shower now? I can wait."

"No, no, you go ahead. I mean... you're already..." I couldn't say it, just nodded at junk with a blush.

But he had seen how much I was shaking and seemed to misunderstand the cause. He reached over and cranked the shower up to the hottest setting. "Naw, look at you, you're freezing. That was damn cold water. Here, hop in, we'll get it warm and steamy in there. Can't have you catching cold."

A long silence as fog started to steam up the bathroom and the mirror. I looked at him with wide eyes and slowly nodded. And then that daddy gently and efficiently stripped my pants and underwear off like I was his child and practically carried me into the hot shower, hopping in behind me. "Saves water this way," he said with a wink, and I knew whatever happened next was now out of my control. I submitted.

"Yes, sir," I said, dizzy and breathless. "Whatever you say."