"He was hung, you know."

"What? You saw him naked?"

"Yeah, plenty of times. When I was a teenager I'd always try and catch him in the bathroom. I'd go piss while he was taking his showers or walk in on him in his towel right after. God, he had such a wonderful body. So fit, scruffy. A true hunters body," Dean said.

"I can't believe you've never told me this. What he'd do when you walked in on him?"

"Well the first time I did it I was just about to turn 17. Before then I'd always walk in on him in the shower and do my business if I had to. But once I was around that age it was different. I was attracted to him, in ways I knew couldn't be right. I'd sneak into the bathroom more and more often. Occasionally I'd catch a glimpse of his wet, long cock in the shower and I'd get an instant hard on. I had to sneak out before he'd catch me. Then, one time he was getting out of the shower and I was in there. He did what most people would do. He kind of jumped a bit which he made me swear I didn't see because 'hunters don't get scared.' But he wrapped himself up in a towel and waited for me to leave. After that though, he became more and more comfortable with me. He'd hang out naked even when I was in the bathroom. He even started walking in on me in the shower. I'd catch him through the shower curtain, pissing in the toilet and I'd rub my cock until I came. Then things really started to happen..."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"Well, around the time you left for college, he began to get stressed. He felt he lost you Sammy. He was drinking real bad, he'd get nearly black out drunk every night. He'd be angry one minute, then quietly sulking on his bed the next. You'd been gone for about two weeks and his drinking had gone real bad. He was shouting at me for screwing up on our last hunt, some Ghoul who had captured thirteen people, and he got away or something. The details of the case are blurry to me, but Dad remembered them clear. He made me feel like a complete screw up, he was shouting, spit was flying out of his mouth, which smelt like whiskey and beer, and then he collapsed on his bed. I went over to see if he was okay, and Sammy lemme tell you, he wasn't. He was crying, actually crying. I never thought I'd see the old man cry. I helped lift him up, and started rubbing his shoulder while he cried on mine. His skin was rough and yet gentle to touch. I kept rubbing his arm and then we stared at each other. His eyes were bloodshot and watery. He reeked of alcohol. He had a scruffy beard because he hadn't shaved in over a week. I remember then, kissing him on the cheek.. things happened.."

"What things? Don't stop now," Sam said rubbing his hard cock in his jeans.

"He turned a bit, and I just remember then, that it was now or never. My gentle hand on his arm gripped it, and turned his body towards me. I ripped his shirt off and he ripped off mine. We kissed a few times, his face was rough and hairy. Then I unbuttoned his pants and stroked his dick until it got hard. Then I got naked and sat down on his huge cock. He fucked me good and hard until we both came. He passed out on the bed. I cleaned him up a bit and dressed him before I took a shower. Then I went to bed, my ass still tingling from his cock. The next morning he woke up and didn't remember a thing, says the last thing he remembers was his glass of whiskey, and then shouting at me. I believed him too because there was no awkwardness between us, like there would've been otherwise. After that I stopped thinking of Dad the same way. I knew that was our first and last night together, ever. For good reason too. But man, let me tell you, it was unbelievable how good our Dad was to me."