My drunk brother passed out.
The rest of the family hated that dad would hang around in his underwear all the time, but I secretly loved it. I spent as much time with him as I could. We became underwear buddies when I started to follow suit and strip down.
I was only bold enough to do it when we were alone though, mainly because I had a tendency to get a bit hard when we would hang out like this. I wasn’t sure if he had noticed because he never mentioned it.
Then one day, while we were hanging out, he surprised me with a bear hug. Before he let me go one of his hands found its way under the waistband of my underwear. I could feel his fingers searching for my butthole and when he found it he pushed the tip of his finger in. He released his grip and sat down in his chair.
“Alright boy, if were gonna do this, we should go slow.”
Do what daddy?
“Why don’t you start by jacking me off boy.”
