Sam couldn't believe he was getting an erection, and knew it had to be just the head or the awkward situation -- the stress of it all. Could you get hard from stress? Or maybe his body really was just monkeying-out tonight, certainly he wasn't attracted to any of this and it was all repelling. The very idea of being hard in front of his own son, it was too revolting and embarrassing, really. Thankfully Noah didn't really know any better.
"Well there, Noah, I took my underwear off," Sam said, hoping his boner would go away now that his boxers were off and he could cool down. Surely seeing the body of such a masculine man as his son should be enough to do that pretty soon, as he was certainly not into hairy or muscular males, least of all his son talking about his pee-pee. "We shouldn't have hugged," Sam said, "grown men don't really do that."
"Why not?" Noah said, laughing, looking down at his own shaft and playing gently with it as if he had never realized he had one before.
"Because now you're hard!" Sam blurted out, exasperated. "And apparently I am, too," he said, trying to think of the right thing to say. "Listen, Noah, there is no shame in having a dick or playing with your cock, it's just that we shouldn't be sporting boners in front of each other, you got me? I'm your dad, you cock is for the ladies you'll meet someday."
"Ok Sam... I mean dad, I won't play with it, ok?" Noah said, dropping his hands to his sides suddenly, embarrassed. "Why'd you call it a cock? Like, a chicken?" Noah said, giggling a little like the name was stupid.
"Yeah son, I guess it just sounds a little better to grownups than pee-pee," Sam said, relieved that he was cooling off and even going a bit flaccid. "You can call yours a cock if you want, too."
"Yeah dad...sorry, Sam. Sam, ok, you've got a cock and I've got a cock. We're men with cocks... I got a big cock, Sam," Noah said, grinning.
Something in Noah's excitement got Sam's blood rushing too, almost as if it was contagious. Sam felt his dick starting to fill with blood again, and even though he knew it seemed so wrong, he just couldn't help but run with the moment and say, "Yeah you do, son, a big fuckin' cock just like your dad," Sam laughed, an almost animal wildness to his voice. "Say, you ever flexed like a man, Noah? Why don't you try this?" Sam said, unable to resist, raising his arms up in a double biceps pose and flexing, smiling for Noah, showing off his body. "I want to see you flex, Noah, men do that all the time, you might as well give it a try." Sam could feel his own dick thopping up against his abs but didn't mind, he felt totally in control of whatever was going on with his body and figured Noah had at least better learn the basics of being a man if he was going to be stuck with the body of one. It was better to have Noah flexing than touching his dick in front of him, at least, even if something definitely wasn't right with them having hard-ons. After a little flexing Sam figured they had probably better get dressed first and he can explain the rest lately. Good grief, what a day!