It was Friday. I'd been home for two days and I was already horny and uncomfortable. I'd gotten used to our life in the apartment. No clothes, wrestling around, no need to masturbate when your best bud is right there to suck your c**k and offer you his. Now I'm in clothes all the time, except at night, I'm sleeping naked, and m**********g twice a day. Plus, I'm sharing a house with my father, the man I desire, who shows no signs of having any interest in me at all. George and I had talked about 'gaydar', a word he had learned. He explained it and when we were out, he'd point out men and their actions. I could pick out some but only the more obvious ones. Now, at home, watching my dad, I got nothing. It's like that video never happened.
I woke up the next morning with a hard c**k. Nothing
