Probably really bad at writing.
Don't hate too much.
Dad woke up feeling very dizzy. He glanced at the clock, it was nearly 5am. The last thing he remembered was being at the bar with his old friend, Mr. Strider.
Dad was sure they had just been talking, or was he too drunk to remember? Who knew? I guess nobody really did. He looked next to him and saw Bro laying next to
him, nearly in the nude. He was sweaty and seemed rather uneasy. Dad leaned over and gave Bro a light smooch. Little did Dad know that Bro was still in fact awake.
"Hm? Dad you still awake? Want to go for another round?", Bro said with a smirk.
Dad responded with a blush, "Oh, Mr. Strider, I had no idea you were awake, I wouldn't mind at all."
Bro leaned forward and pressed his lips into Dad's. Their lips locked for what seemed like eons and only broke contact to gasp for air.
The two of them were covered by a blanket. Bro slipped out of his boxers and put on his condom the correct way using all 13 steps. (Yes, 13 I counted.)
Bro was ever so close to inserting his penis into Mr. Egbert when there was a knock at the door. The door swung open and revealed a young John Egbert.
"Daddy, I can't sleep.", he said rubbing his eyes. He opened his eyes and saw the scene, thank god for the blanket. "Dad, what are you doing with that man?"
Dad, face as pale as a white guy's ass, looked up at Bro and then at John.
"Erm, Mr. Strider and I are playing, uh, Twister, yeah, that's right Twister.", Dad said with his face flushed in a red hue.
No. They did not have sex, Dad became a responsible adult and put on his robe and put John to sleep.
*THE END*
Wow I suck at this. *bows*