Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2019 01:07:08 +0700 From: Sam Subject: Beach trip with dad - Part 2 Beach trip with dad - part 2 This story is based on real life events. If you have any comments to pass on, feel free to write me (Sam) at: dirtymindboytoy@gmail.com Stop reading if you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present area. By continuing, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any consequences of you reading his story. This series of stories happens in between the events of the "upperclassmen dormmates" which is on Nifty's Gay College category, and it is unlikely any of this would have happened the way it did if it weren't for what happened then. Stay tuned for more soon. As always, please donate to Nifty so we can keep sharing stories like these http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ****************************************** Recap: After showering the sweat off again with the cool shower, I quickly dressed up and headed breakfast - although this would probably count as my second meal of the day - and I saw him again sitting in the breakfast hall with a woman and a young child. I assume it was his wife and son. He caught my gaze and I could see the slight flush on his face but I just gave a little smile but then minded my own business ensuring to stay out of his sight. I made my way to where my dad was sitting, and found he had already ordered both of us some coffee so I went over to the buffet and got a few things on a plate. When I returned the coffee had arrived. My dad looked at me grinning and asked, "did you want any cream with that?" ****************************************** It was an odd comment from dad, not really the context but rather the way he said it, but I didn't really think much into it. I politely said yes thank you, and the waiter went away and brought us back a small milk jug with frothy cream. After breakfast, dad and I headed back to our room. Dad took first turn at using the bathroom and changing into something he can later jump into the pool in. As he was in the bathroom, I noticed something on the floor between our twin double beds. It was a pair of navy briefs of the same brand I wore. I assumed it was the one he must have worn last night, and he may have slipped out of it before showering this morning. It was unusual for dad to leave a pair of his underwear just lying on the floor, he usually was pretty tidy but I guess since its just us and no women around he was letting loose a little. Dad didn't take long in the bathroom, and once he was out and I was in, I felt as if I had just stepped into a slightly toasted oven. There was a warmth and a slight musky smell in the air, and I coughed as soon as it hit me, but not too loud or noticeable. I relieved myself and was whiffing in a mixture of the scent my dad left behind and the ones I was producing myself, and it got me hard again. I realized, I hadn't cum yet from the steam room but I couldn't jerk off either, at least not with dad waiting for me. I quickly finished and slipped into a pair of trunks as well, and headed off to the pool side with dad. We were there at the pool side for quite a bit before either of us decided to hop in. I made the first move, and since the pool was quite empty, I got a couple of laps in quite easily. Soon I noticed my dad had also decided to join me, and we were both doing laps side by side. After a bit, he stopped and decided to just soak in the water, resting on one of those underwater seats with the Jacuzzi bubbles. I swam a bit more, and then decided to join him. The bubbles were really inflating up my trunks, which now bulged quite a bit and the pressure was working up another boner, so I decided to call quits before things got embarrassing and made my way out. I hoped back on the chaise lounge and picked up my phone. There were a few texts from some college friends, a few from Mark, my dormmate, as well. Mark was asking about the jock I had the luck of keeping over the summer. (For those of you who haven't read my story the Upperclassmen Dormmates, I suggest reading that first to get these references.) My mind immediately wondered if I remembered to bring the jock with me and then went on to regret not wearing it to the gym in the morning. I figured I'll first check my bag once I am back in the room to see if I brought it along, then I could send him a pic of my load all over the jock to get him jealous. By then, dad too had emerged from the pool. He already looked a few shades darker so I guess the sun was quite strong. His trunks drenched also hinted at the signs of quite an impressive package. I had never really noticed before but dad had a great body. He was fit for his age, and had a nice think fur on him but nothing messy or shabby, but rather quite complimentary to his frame. His treasure trail was quite thick, but then again so was mine, although compared to him I am much less hairy all over. Dad commented that he was now famished from the swimming so we decided to order some food from the pool side restaurant and bar and just have lunch right by the pool. Dad ordered a few tequila shots and a couple of beers and had them bring over an ice bucket as well. Dad handed me one of the tequila shots and said it was okay, so I took a shot with him. He had two more after that and said he wanted to really relax over this weekend. Soon he popped open a beer and was downing it pretty quick. It was hot day, and a cold refreshing beer was just the perfect drink. After finishing our lunch, dad dozed off for a bit. I decided to head back to the room to use the bathroom and now that I was alone, to jerk off before I lost my chance. As I got back, I looked through my bag, and couldn't find the jock. I decided to text Mark back, telling him I was on a last-minute trip with dad so I guess I had forgotten it back home so neither of us were enjoying the jock. He simple wrote back "what a shame" with a winky face. By then I was no longer feeling the need to jerk off so I decided to hold off and wait, knowing the anticipation would result in a better orgasm and bigger load later. I wondered if I could hold off the entire weekend. I made my way back to dad by the pool, and he was still asleep, but as I approached him, I could tell his bulge is a lot more noticeable now. Perhaps he was having a good dream. I let him be, and hit the pool again to cool off from the heat. Dad and I both returned to the room before it was dark as we had planned to have dinner at the resort's beach side restaurant, so we wanted to shower and get ready. Dad was first to go again, and as he was in the shower, I noticed something about the room design. The bathroom and the bedroom was split only by a glass panel wall, but for privacy there were blinds installed inside the bathroom. The glass wall panel was an L shape, wall, which only stopped at the bathroom door, which then turned wooden. So, there were two different sets of blinds inside. This, however, meant there was a small gap right at the corner of the L where one could see right through. Now, the bathroom design wasn't all flawed, looking in through this crack, you would still be out of sight from the shower under normal circumstances, but just so happens that as I was arranging things in the room, and passed the corner from the outside something flesh coloured in the midst of black caught my eye. I looked from afar again out of curiosity and there it was, without a doubt, my dad's cock in the midst of his dark and hairy pubic region reflecting in the adjustable mirror panel, which if in its normal place would never be reflecting this view. It was quite thick and looked almost as if he were sprouting a semi. Somehow, only his lower body was in view, so I had no idea whether he knew that I could see or if he had become aware that I was watching, but I thought that I was pretty far away so it is unlikely that my reflection would be seen from his viewpoint. Soon he turned in the shower and now the sight of his hairy globes filled my view. At that point, I decided to move away from that spot and stop myself from going any further. I had never really been attracted to my dad before, but having not have jerked off myself for a few days, and after such an eventful semester, sex and masturbation creeps into my thought pretty easily. I switched on the tv, plopped on the bed and decided to take my mind off my dad's thick, wet, beautiful, hairy cock. I didn't notice the sound of the water turning off, but not much longer, my dad walked out wrapped in just a towel and said the shower was "all yours". He scrummaged through his own bag in search of an attire to wear, and I hopped into the bathroom and decided to leave the mirror as is. It excited me on the prospect that dad had purposefully adjusted the mirror there so that he could show off to me and perhaps even watch me as I showered. So I decided I needed to give him a good show in case it just so happened to be true. I started off with my back turned to the mirror and soaped myself up, making sure to pay close attention to my dick. Soon it was hard and standing straight up, and I decided to make the reveal and turn slowly to face the mirror although doing so in a way that wouldn't be too obvious. I slowly played with myself in the shower, knowing full well that if dad was standing in the right spot, he'd totally see me doing so. The warm water was slowly edging me closer and closer but I knew I didn't want to cum yet. So after a few minutes, I rinsed off and turned off the water. I towelled myself dry and then wrapped myself up and went out into the room. Dad was sitting on his bed, I noticed he still wasn't really dressed and was still wrapped in his towels. I also noticed a little bulge in the towels, but tried not to be obvious about my observation. I dropped my towels with my back towards dad and slipped into a new pair of underwear I picked out from my bag and then got into a new pair of shorts and put on a shirt. I made my way back to bed and told dad I was getting kinda hungry, so he said "fine, let me quickly put something on then we can go eat." Dad went over to his bag, and dropped his towel just like I had done. At this point, my eyes nearly bulged out of my head. There it was, perfectly framing dad's round muscular ass. The jockstrap. I'd know it anywhere. It was stained and dirty and crispy, and it was on dad. At that point, dad turned and grinned the same grin he had on at breakfast, and said "so, son, let me ask you again, do you want any cream?"