Date: Fri, 4 Feb 2022 18:30:48 -0800
From: Jay Spear <jayspearstories@gmail.com>
Subject: Dad's New Suit - Part 1

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This one was inspired by a simple picture of a hot dad on a beach in some
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Dad's New Suit - Part 1

By Jay Spear


Dad said he felt awkward in that tiny swimsuit on the gay beach, but I
reassured him he looks hot. Well, look at him; he does.


"I love gay culture!" he exclaimed, taking another sip of his Bloody
Mary. "Drinks on the beach at 10 AM! You boys live the life."


We were just two days into our vacation but he's been like this for a
while now. When I came out to him in college, he asked me to take him to
a gay bar so he could understand what my social life was like. At least
that's what he said.


So I did take him. He was buying drinks, and a broke college student
doesn't say No to that. He looked around like an anthropologist, taking
it all in. "I don't get the humor," he confessed as the TVs played
clips of Drag Race. But what he did get was attention. "You came here
with your son? What a doll to be so so supportive." That was on the
sweet end of the range. "I'll deep throat that Daddy dick in a bathroom
stall if you wanna break away from your boy for a minute." There was
salty too.


Dad just laughed at those. He took the attention in stride, even flirted
back after he got a couple drinks in him. By the end of the night, he was
singing along to the music, arms around the shoulders of me and my
friends. He insisted on staying until the lights came on and the
bartenders were shooing us out to a line of taxis. "I had so much fun!
I'm good with this, son. As long as you're happy. I think you'll have
a good life."


It was a good life that he enjoyed being around. A straight guy
comfortable in gay spaces, I guess. At least that's what I thought
before our trip.


I graduated last week and here we were on a beachfront vacation. The trip
was my idea. When my parents asked how I wanted to celebrate my
graduation, I said I wanted to go to the beach since I missed spring
break while studying for the LSATs. Dad came along. "I know it's not
like spring break or whatever if you're at the beach with your dad, but
how about I go with you and we make it a guys trip? You'll be at law
school in the fall, and Australia is damn far. Not a lot of chances for
us to hang out before then."


"Sure, Dad." I didn't mind. Dad was pretty chill and we enjoyed
hanging out.


We stayed at a hotel right on the beach--a long stretch of white sand
that naturally broke up into different sections: family beach, straight
party beach, gay beach. We were on the family beach this first day, just
sitting in the sun and splashing in the waves as dads oiled up the moms'
backs and kids built sandcastles. It was pleasant, but not the social
scene I was craving.


"There's a gay beach," I told him mid-afternoon. "Well, a section of
this beach that's more gay oriented. I read that it's on the other side
of those rocks, just have to climb over. I kinda want to go check it
out."


"Sounds good to me. Wait, is it OK for me to come too, or did you want
to go it alone?"


"Yeah, sure. Come along if you want."


We pulled up our towels, hiked down to the rocks, and climbed up and
over. The other side was filled with bronzed bodies: muscled guys playing
volleyball, skinny guys drinking rosé and showing off low cut swimsuits,
couples and triples paired off on towels to take in the sun or make out
with each other.


"Looks fun," Dad said. We set up our towels and watched the scene a
bit. "I love how free you guys are," Dad told me. A group of muscled
jocks was playing a version of flag football where they didn't have
flags but would grab and pull down each other's Speedos to stop the
play. Dad giggled as he watched a de-pantsing.


Next to us a hairy 30-something guy was rubbing suntan lotion into a
college aged twink. He sat with his legs apart and the twink nestled
between them as he worked lotion into the kid's neck and shoulders.
After a good five minutes, he laid the kid down on his stomach and
straddled his torso, nuts to butt, working lotion into the kid's back.
He scooted back enough to bring his hands lower, to the kid's lower
back, and to dip his thumbs under the swimsuit. In a flash, he pulled the
briefs down, exposing two creamy white ass cheeks.


The kid moaned. I raised an eyebrow at Dad. The hairy guy kept going,
rubbing lotion into the kid's full, firm buns, slowly and deliberately.
Neither Dad nor I could look away. And we didn't want to.


The kid stayed face down and the hairy guy's suit stayed on, so it never
got pornographic, not really. But it was extremely sensual. "Wow," Dad
whispered to me. "I think I'm tenting."


"What?" I whispered back. I didn't want to disturb the show. Dad
grabbed my hand and placed it on his swimsuit to feel that his cock had
stiffened. Wow. I let go and raised an eyebrow at him. He cocked his head
back to the couple, and we turned back to watching them.


The guys changed positions; it was time to oil up the kid's front. He
flipped from his stomach to his side, and the hairy guy took up a place
behind him, spooning him, and draping his arm over the front. They were
almost facing us, angled just slightly to the side. The older guy lazily
rubbed the cream into the kid's pecs and stomach while kissing him
lightly on the back of his neck.


Dad shifted to adjust his suit. Those baggy trunks did not contain him at
all, and he was at risk of his boner being on display. The kid looked
back in our direction and flicked off his sunglasses with the snap of his
wrist. His blue eyes bore into us--or maybe just Dad--and he smiled.


"Sorry!" Dad called out. "Didn't mean to stare."


"Why not?" The kid asked. His warm smile changed to smirk.


The hairy guy drew back and gave the kid a playful smack on the butt.
"Come on, Tyler. These guys don't need your teasing. And they probably
want to be left alone."


"Nah," I responded to him. "We spent the morning over on the family
beach. Came over here looking for a more social scene."


"We can help with that," the twink said, sitting up. "I'm Tyler," he
said, extending his hand to Dad, all ladylike, with his fingers pointing
down. Dad didn't miss a beat. He laughed, took it and kissed it, just as
I'm sure Tyler intended. He repeated the motion with me.


"She's a bit of a queen," the hairy guy said with an eye roll.
"Careful, or she'll try to make you one of her subjects. You'll be
hauling around bottles of champagne and rubbing her in oil all day."


"Doesn't seem so bad," Dad replied. Was he flirting? I sighed. No one
here needed to be led on.


 "I'm Steve, by the way," Hairy Chest continued.


"Jerry," dad replied. "And my son, Josh."


"Nice to meet you guys." We all chatted for a moment, exchanging the
usual pleasantries and basic information (Yes, the weather was fantastic
this week, they were from Chicago, staying at a different resort but
nearby). Within minutes, what had started as a group conversation
splintered into two as Tyler giggled and smiled and bent dad's ear.


"Don't mind him," Steve told me. "Tyler is flirty but he's
harmless."


"I'm not worried, just surprised."


"Well, you guys make a cute couple," Steve offered. "He won't get in
the way of that."


"Oh we're not a couple. He's my dad."


"Your dad-dad? As in biological? Oh wow! When he introduced you as his
son, I thought it was just role play. I mean, I used to introduce Tyler
as my boy when we were together." Now it was my time to express
surprise.


"You guys aren't a couple?"


"We were. For about a year. Then he found a new daddy." Steve rolled
his eyes. "We're just good friends now, which works. Friends with
benefits. We still mess around sometimes. I mean, that ass..." I looked
over and had to agree. Pert little buns filling out his Speedo. "Anyway,
that's gay life for you. Nice that your dad's gay too. He must get
it."


"Oh he's not gay."


"Really?" Steve cocked his head to indicate dad and Tyler, whose heads
were leaning in together now, whispering something. "Could have fooled
me."


"Yeah, I don't really know what this is."


"A lot of dicks get hard for Tyler and that booty. He's like a bratty
little magnet. Your dad will be gay before the weekend is over."


"Haha, I'm sure." But I actually wasn't so sure about what was
happening.


Steve and I continued talking. He was a good conversationalist and fairly
handsome too. Under other circumstances I could imagine going for him,
pairing off for a little fun. But these were not normal circumstances. I
did not want to break away from Dad and whatever was going on with him.


Eventually Steve noted the time and called out to Tyler, "Hey, it's
5:30. We should get going so we can shower before that dinner
reservation."


"Ah, just when the beach was getting interesting," he pouted. Steve
turned to me and dad.


"You could join us, if you want. For dinner, or maybe after?"


"Oh, that's very nice," dad said. "But we have tickets for dinner and
that show over on the island." He looked at his watch. "Shit! Boat
leaves at 6:45. We've gotta get going too."


"OK," Tyler said, broadcasting disappointment. "Will we see you again
tomorrow at the beach?"


"Tomorrow we're golfing--" I began.


"We'll be here," dad finished. I looked at him. "Let's do another
beach day. This was just a short afternoon and we can golf any other day
this week."


"OK," I said. "Looks like we'll see you tomorrow.


"Great," Steve said, giving my shoulder a squeeze. Tyler pecked dad on
the cheek and blew a kiss to me. We gathered up our towels and Dad and I
trudged back to the hotel.


"I thought you wanted to golf tomorrow."


"We can golf anytime. They seemed like nice guys. We should be social."


"That Tyler is into you, Dad."


"You think?"


"You know he is. Do you know what you are doing here?"


"I'm having fun, Joshy. That's what vacations are for right?"


"Right."


"I want you to have fun too."


"I will. I am."


"Good, good. And hey, I think I need a snazzier suit for tomorrow then,
huh? This one," he pulled at the fabric on his trunks, "is fucking
frumpy."


I snorted. "You didn't think so when you were packing." I laughed
again and added, "But I'm sure we can find something for you back at
the hotel. I saw at least two swimwear shops."


"Cool. Something sleek, like the other guys all have."


"OK," I promised. And I wondered: what was happening to my straight
suburban dad?


***


The next day we were walking along the beach again. The boys were out.
Despite the early hour, the beach was filling up with gay men greeting,
embracing, and throwing down towels to mark their spots. It was going to
be another packed day at the beach.


Dad was in his new suit, a bright yellow number--a short and sexy trunk.
It was perfect for him. Gone was the long inseam and baggy fabric of his
previous trunks. These were form-fitting but understated, a low-key sexy
look--very natural. Dad wore it nicely.


"I feel like I'm walking around naked," Dad confided. "Maybe it's
too much?" I had thought the Spandex trunk would be more comfortable for
him than moving to a Speedo, but maybe it was still a bridge too far.


"Nah, looks good. Sexy. Shows you off without screaming for attention,"
I responded. But he was getting attention. Dad looked good and he was
turning some heads.


We scanned the crowd for Steve and Tyler and eventually spotted them
waving us over. "Hey, fellas..." Tyler called out. "Sit your fine
asses down over here." He grabbed two cups, held them out, and barked at
Steve, "Babe." Steve scooped some ice from the cooler and poured a
healthy splash of vodka into each, then added tomato juice, and tossed in
a celery stalk. "Here boys, take a load off."


We threw down our towels and joined them, clinking our glasses against
theirs. "Bloodies on the beach, I love it," Dad declared. We whiled
away the rest of the morning drinking, talking, and rubbing lotion into
Tyler. He was always asking for more and Dad always seemed to be right
there to help.


Late morning we all went into the ocean, playing in the waves, clinging
to each other and getting knocked around. The horseplay was fun, but it
reinforced the pairing off that was happening. Tyler was clinging to Dad
and Steve was right there to keep me company. Tyler and Dad went back to
the towels to dry off in the sun while Steve and I continued diving
through the waves and seeing where we'd come up.


"They seem to be hitting it off."


"I know, I'm amazed."


"We could spend a little time, too, if you want. You're super cute and
I suspect they're gonna want some privacy soon. You and I could have our
own fun." He grinned broadly.


Under normal conditions, I'd be into it. Steve was kind and sexy--the
sort of junior dad I'd follow around at CostCo if I spotted him
there--but I was too preoccupied with my own dad and whatever was going
on with him.


"I'm sure that would be a lot of fun, but I don't want to ditch my
dad."


"And if he ditches you?" Steve raised an eyebrow.


"Yeah," I laughed, "looks like he might." I spotted them on the
beach; their heads seemed awfully close together. Were they kissing?
"But hey, I worry about the old man. He hasn't done gay stuff before.
I'm not sure he wants to now. Although maybe! He sometimes gets carried
away with trying to fit in in gay spaces. And anyway, I gotta help with
that."


"OK, I get it. Disappointed, but I get it." He dove through the waves
again and came up about 10 feet away. "You're cute and a dedicated son,
which makes me want you all the more, but I get it's not gonna happen
between us.


"Sorry."


"Not at all. I'm going to head back and dry off."


"Me too. My fingers have turned blue."


"Mine are shriveled up like prunes."


"Let's warm up."


We got back to the other two and toweled off and then sat there, letting
the sun dry our bodies the rest of the way. Boys in Speedos paraded by.
The beach was getting more crowded. Some cast glances at our group and
Steve returned them. He was now on the hunt. Dad and Tyler continued to
stay close to each other and speak in hushed tones, with Tyler's high
pitched giggle occasionally breaking through.


A freckled young redhead walked by, his gaze lingering on Steve's hairy
chest. Steve turned to me and made moves to stand up. "OK. I'm going to
go off and make a new friend. I know you're worried about your dad, but
he seems fine. He's found his friend. My advice to you is find your own
friend. Don't be a fifth wheel unless you plan to go on the drive."


It was prescient advice.


***


The day wore on and we had been drinking on the beach for hours with no
real food--only chips and pretzels. So Tyler suggested we go back to the
hotel. Dad agreed but thought he might want to nap too, so we decided to
go back to the room and get some burgers from room service.


"I think Steve may be coming back to our room with Archie over there,"
Tyler said, "so let's all go to your place."

And that's how the three of us ended up back in our room, sunburned,
tipsy, and tired, waiting for the food to arrive. Dad and Tyler collapsed
onto the bed and I took a seat in the arm chair.


"I gotta piss," Tyler declared.


"Manners, boy," Dad told him, swatting him playfully on the butt.


"Yes, sir," Tyler giggled. "May I be excused to the bathroom?"


"Much better." Tyler sashayed to the bathroom and closed the door.


"Are you OK with this, Dad?"


"With what?"


"You know Tyler's into you. Flirting on the beach is one thing.
Flirting with him back here in the room is gonna create expectations."


"Expectations? Of what? Hooking up with an old guy like me? He's just
being pretty and playful."

"You seem playful back."


"Is that a problem?"


"No. I'm just looking out for you."


"I can handle it."

"Good, `cause I think you're gonna have to," I said, standing. Tyler
had finished in the bathroom and now I was going in for my turn.


"When does the food get here? I'm starving," Tyler declared.


"Same here," Dad agreed, rubbing his hairy belly.


"Poor baby," Tyler cooed as he took up the place beside him. "Let me
help." Tyler added his hands to Dad's, rubbing his belly and leaning in
for a kiss. I sighed and went into the bathroom to attend to my business.


By the time I came out, they were fully entwined on the bed, making out
like teenagers. Tyler looked up to see me coming back into the room and
then looked at Dad. "You know, your son can watch us as long as he's OK
with me being your son tonight...Daddy."


"You little minx," Dad said, slapping Tyler's butt. "I'm sure you'd
love that." We were interrupted by a knock at the door. Room service.


Tyler leapt off the bed and pranced to the door, coming back with burgers
and three cans of beer. He brought it all over to the bed and plucked a
burger from the tray. "Here you go, Daddy," he said, holding the burger
and up and playfully feeding my dad. Dad responded in kind, growling and
playfully snapping bites at the burger that Tyler held just a few inches
away.


It was silly and juvenile and yet very sexy. I couldn't turn away. I
tried to ignore the throb in my pants as I watched Tyler feed my dad. Dad
devoured the burger in the same way I was sure he would soon devour
Tyler.


"I'm going to go clean out," Tyler announced as soon as the burgers
were finished. He gave dad a kiss and trotted off to the bathroom.


"I should give you two some privacy."


"No, stay. I need you."


"You don't need me for this."


"I do. For instance, he said he was going `to clean out.' What does
that even mean?"


"He's getting ready to bottom for you. He's douching." Just saying
it, that Tyler was going to bottom for Dad, that Dad was going to fuck
him, made my heart race a little faster.


"Oh. See? There's so much I don't know. Stay. Stay and watch. Tell me
if you see me doing something wrong."


"You don't need me for that."


"But if I want you to?" He stared at me and I looked silently back at
him. "And be honest, don't you want to? You've had a hardon a couple
times seeing us together on the beach."


"Yeah. I mean, sexy is sexy I guess."


"Even if it involves your dad. So stay and watch. Jack yourself off. You
should get off too, since you let Steve get away."


Why did I let Steve get away? I was gonna have some mighty blue balls by
dinner time. "Fuck it. Fine. I'll watch." Dad just nodded and grinned,
a trail of burger juice still glistening on the side of his mouth. I
handed him a napkin. "Here, wipe your mouth."


"See? You're helping already."


Tyler came back from the bathroom, no swimsuit this time, completely
naked. Dad let out a low whistle as Tyler slowly turned himself around
for Dad's inspection. "Damn, you're a beautiful boy," Dad told him.


"Thank you, Daddy."


"Come here. Climb on up." Tyler climbed up onto the bed next to Dad and
looked back at me. "So he's just gonna watch?"


"Yeah, I want him to watch. You cool with that?"


"Sure," Tyler shrugged. "As long as it's not gonna stop me from doing
this." Tyler straddled dad's hips and leaned in for a long, deep kiss.
Dad kissed back, playfully, possessively. Tyler ground his butt into
Dad's hips and Dad thrusted back, reflexively. Tyler moaned. "Just like
that, Daddy. It feels so hard pressing up against me."


"It is hard, son. You did that." They were doing it--going full on with
the Dad-son role play, right in front of me. Right in front of Dad's
actual son. I had never thought about Dad that way, but now, listening to
it, watching it, was...hot. Fucking hot. I had to admit it. My cock had
stiffened up in my suit, which I pulled down to set it free.


"Suits off, then," I said. "Everyone naked."


Tyler stood up so he could help Dad with his suit. His cock bobbed in
front of Dad's eyes.


"Not a bad cock, son," Dad pronounced, taking it in his hand and giving
a few quick strokes. "I see you're all worked up for me."


"So much, Daddy," Tyler sighed. "I wanna see yours." He grinned at
Dad and knelt back down, kissing him on the lips and then down his chest,
stopping at his suit. He untied the suit and pulled it down and over
Dad's legs to free his hairy, swinging cock.


It had been years since I had seen Dad's dick--maybe once four years
back, in the shower at the gym when we went to work out together--and I
wasn't going to get a great look now because Tyler's mouth was already
on it. So quickly, Tyler swallowed him down, leaving me to infer Dad's
shape and thickness from the amount of Tyler's gagging or the
protrusions in his neck and throat as Dad's thick cock pressed in and
poked out and filled him up. Through it all Tyler stuck with it, sucking
like a champ.


What I could see was Dad's bushy pubes. Unlike gay guys, Dad didn't
shave anything so there was a good thicket of hair for Tyler to contend
with. Normally I liked a good smooth dick--more pleasant to suck, more
aesthetic to look at--but in this moment I was digging that expansive man
bush, knowing just how sweaty it would be, how it must smell.


"Here," Tyler said, interrupting his blowjob to flip around. "Let me
give you something too." Now reversed, his head went back on Dad's cock
as he wiggled his bare ass in Dad's face. Dad looked over at me
quizzically.


"Rim him," I said. Dad's eyes continued searching mine for an answer,
for guidance. "Eat him out. Get your tongue in there." Dad nodded and
turned back to the young boy's smooth, white ass. It was as if Tyler
created tan lines just to frame his butt, showing Dad where the target
was. Dad gripped his cheeks and peeled them back to reveal a pretty pink
button. He gingerly brought his face to it and licked. Tyler moaned when
he felt Dad's tongue at his hole and the beard stubble scraping his
chin.


Shit, this was hot. I was stroking my cock pretty hard now, just watching
them. Usually when I watched others have sex, which was mostly when
watching porn, I'd imagine myself as one person or the other. But not
this time. I didn't put myself in either Dad or Tyler's place. I just
watched them both, taking in their hot coupling, enjoying Tyler's slinky
sluttiness and seeing my Dad as a growling wolf--observing him as sexual
being for the first time.


Dad was into it now, eating out that ass with gusto: working the hole and
humming, pulling back to appreciate it, assaulting it with a gob of spit,
and then burying his face again. His stubbly beard shone wet with saliva.
Tyler just moaned and backed his butt up tighter against Dad's face. I
fisted my cock.


Dad pulled his face off for a minute to slap Tyler's ass and ask a
question. "This leads to me fucking you, right?"


"Nothing I want more, Daddy."


"Good. I wanna get in there, boy." Dad winked at me and then sat up,
rearranging himself on his hands and knees behind Tyler.


"Spit on your dick," I told him. Tyler's butt was lubed, but Dad
looked pretty thick. They'd need as much saliva as he could get on it.
Dad spit and jacked it up and down his cock until it glistened in the
lamplight. "Lay it in his trench. Work it up and down. Tease his hole
until it sucks you in."


Dad did as I suggested, and Tyler moaned and bucked his hips as Dad's
cock teased him. I was enjoying the show, and providing commentary.
"Yeah, Dad. Just like that. See how he's loosening up? When his hole
winks at you, you'll know he's ready. Wait for it catch on your cock as
you're sliding by. That's when you can push it in."


"Shit, son, his hole is opening up to me just like you said."


"Line it up, Dad. Line it up with his hole and push."


"You wanna help, son? Make sure the angle's right?" I didn't think
twice. I was mesmerized by Tyler's hungry hole. Fascinated by Dad's
cock working it. I was there in a flash.


"Like this," I said looking Dad in the eyes while I touched
him--gripped his cock--for the first time. "Now push."


He grunted and pushed in. Tyler whimpered. My dick jumped and sprayed a
few drops of pre onto Dad's hairy stomach. Dad started to thrust, my
hand still wrapped around the base of his cock. He didn't need me for
positioning anymore, and when my hand was pressed between his pubes and
Tyler's butt it shook me out of my reverie. I pulled back my hand while
Dad looked, what?Surprised? Disappointed?


It didn't last long. He grabbed Tyler's hips and plunged deeper into
the kid's hole.



"Aw, Jesus, so tight...fuckin' hot hole," Dad groaned. I groaned too.
Watching him fuck Tyler, seeing Tyler melt into it, was just too much. I
fisted my cock more rapidly, still standing next to them. I did not
return to my seat.


"Fuck me, Daddy," Tyler moaned.  Dad thrusted deeper and harder.


"Fuck, Tyler. This is so good. You're so damn hot."


"You too, mister," he said. "So's your son," he added, turning to
look at me while he backed himself up on Dad's cock.


"Yeah? Why don't you kiss him?"


"Yeah?"


"Yeah. I wanna see my boys kiss." His boys. I was his boy in one way,
Tyler in another. And now he was drawing some kind of equivalence. I
shivered. I liked it. I leaned in to kiss Tyler and heard Dad groan.


"So hot seeing my boys together like this," he growled. He bucked his
hips harder and faster, throwing a fuck into Tyler like some hairy beast
batting around a rag doll.


Even so, Tyler and I continued to kiss, making out sloppily, slutting it
up with teeth and tongue and teenage level hormones. I kept an eye on Dad
as we did it. It was driving him wild.


"I'm gonna shoot boys!" Dad warned as he bucked faster and slapped
Tyler's ass harder.


"Don't you dare pull out, Daddy!" Tyler called out. "Put it in me. I
want your load in me."


"Do it, Dad! Flood him."


"Fuck yeah, son. Gonna give it to him just
like...whoa....yeeeeeaahhhHHHHH. Yah. Ohmigod yahhh. Take every last drop
you little slut."


"I want it all, Daddy!" Tyler said as he fisted a spray of cum from his
own dick, his orgasm coating everything. I pumped my dick at the sight. I
was close too... And then I was hosing them down, spraying jets of cum
across both their bodies.


We all collapsed together onto the bed, a pile of sweaty bodies with
limbs so intertwined I couldn't tell whose was whose. But at the center
was Dad, who put his arms around us. Tyler on his left, me on his right.
My arm stroked his, his rubbed my chest, and Tyler's hand stroked lazily
up and down Dad's hairy stomach.


"Mmmm...that was so good," he said, turning his head to kiss Tyler.


"You're amazing, Daddy."


"You too, kid." They kissed again. "And you too, son," he said,
turning to me. "Thank you."


"For what?"


"Guiding me."


"You didn't really need me. You would have been fine."


"Maybe. But I was really glad to have you here."


"Me too, Dad."


"Can I...can I kiss you too?"


I leaned in and put my lips to his. "After all that, I guess I don't
see why not."


And then we were kissing. Just like that we were kissing. Lost to the
world for several minutes in that very first kiss together.


"Huh. I never knew I wanted that," Dad said, eventually breaking it
off.


"Me neither." I paused and looked at him. "What do we do now?" I
asked.


"Now you take me dinner!" Tyler said, laughing. "After all that, I'm
hungry again!"



END PART ONE