Brad pushed me away, only hard enough to accomplish the job, and said, “Okay, somebody’s been hittin’ the booze.”
I leaned in close again. At first Brad thought I was going in for a kiss and his young face got even more red/pink. I breathed a little right at his mouth and nose, saying, “Do I smell like I’ve been boozing?”
“No, you smell like toothpaste and mouthwash,” Brad blushed. I had brushed my new teeth while I was waiting for him to get home.
“I’m sober,” I smiled, “I’m just realizing that I’m not developing enough of a relationship with you. I wanna do all of the father-son stuff with you. Maybe more..”
“M-More..?” Brad repeated. His face was impossibly red now.
“Yeah, you know, best bro stuff too. Go drinking together, play a little grab ass,” I said, reaching around and actually grabbing one of his supple cheeks and then smacking it.
“Ohh, that kind of stuff,” Brad almost moaned, trying to control his lust for his dad.
“Well go on, treat me like I’m one of your bros too,” I smirked at him.
He laughed a bit awkwardly and reached around with one of his hands and very slightly caressed one of my butt cheeks before letting go very quickly.
“Come onn,” I said, “juice me like I’m made of oranges.” I took both of his hands and forced them around to my backside and then, using my hands, I forced his hands to grab my well worked cheeks hard. I started to tent pretty severely in my underarmor.
I looked down at my boner and then looked at my son, “It’s perfectly normal to get worked up like this with the boys. And I know I’ve said some homophobic things in the past, but I was wrong about all of that. Affection can be beautiful between men. And I’d be proud to have a bi or gay son.
“That’s great dad, but I’m not gay,” said Brad. His computer’s search history said otherwise. I could also tell by the look in his eye that he was touched by what I’d said.
I gave Brad’s boner a little flick saying, “That’s fine too.” I saw a drop of precum form through his workout shorts. Not gay my ass.
I suggested that we start our male bonding in the living room with some good old fashioned wrestling. I just told him that I needed my ‘wrestling speedo’ before we got started. I went to Brad’s room and came back wearing nothing but a pair of his tighty whities.
“Hey those are mine!” Brad objected. I could tell he was still drinking in the sight of me being in them though.
“First rule of male bonding: What’s yours is mine. Besides, you know I fill these out all too well,” I said, turning my rear towards him and bending over, putting my pointer finger on my lip like a pinup girl. Only this pinup girl was hairy, super fit, bearded and mustachioed dilf. I saw my new son’s dick jump in his shorts.
“Yeah Yeah, you look great, but wrestling is about how well you move, old man,” Brad taunted me. He was eager to change the subject so that I didn’t realize how desperate he was to fuck me.
Brad stripped down to his tighty whities. His boner was on full display in them. We grappled and had a few matches. I kept finding positions that aligned his penis to my anus so that I could feel his leaky raging boner on my hole through the fabric of our briefs. We were both red with sweat and lust after a half an hour of this.