Date: Sun, 6 Feb 2022 08:08:15 -0800
From: Jay Spear <jayspearstories@gmail.com>
Subject: Dad's New Suit - Part 3

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Dad's New Suit - Part 3 (Dad)
By Jay Spear

Steve was right; I had to see this through. I nearly raced back to our
hotel, thinking of what I might say and how I should say it. I rehearsed
several possibilities and discarded each one. I hesitated at the door
before slipping in my key card. I didn't know how to do this.


But fuck it, I had to try. I pushed in the card and heard the beep as the
door unlocked. No going back now.


I opened the door and saw the curtains were still drawn. In the dimness I
could make out two figures still still asleep in Dad's bed. Damn. Tyler
was still here.


I sighed and made sure the door shut silently behind me. I took a few
steps to go look at them. They were entwined together, arms and legs
wrapped around each other, Dad's light snores cutting through the
silence at various intervals. I watched for a moment, recalibrated, and
decided to hit the shower.


I closed myself into the bathroom and studied my face in the mirror. What
was I doing? Hell, what were we all doing? There was no playbook for
this.


I stripped off my clothes and got into the shower, letting the hot water
run over my body and wash away the sweat and dried cum from my night with
Steve. I soaped up and rinsed off, but I was unable to wash away my
thoughts about Dad. They still consumed me. How would I talk to him about
this?


I toweled off and went over to the sink to brush my teeth. When the water
stopped running I heard the click of the door. I spun around. Dad.


"Hey, good morning," he whispered as he shut the door behind him. He
did so slowly, quietly. "Tyler's still asleep."


I nodded and grabbed my towel, wrapping it around my waist. Dad laughed.
"You're going for modesty? Now?" He was right. It was a little silly
after all that had happened. "I mean, I'm swinging free."


It was true, he was naked and he looked really good in this low morning
light. His cock and balls hung low. It was swollen a bit from morning
wood and the need to pee but definitely at rest. It was not fully hard,
standing at attention, as it had been when saw it. When I had touched it.
My cock jumped at the memory. Thank God my towel covered things up.


"Mind if I take a leak?" he asked.


"Of course not." I gestured to the toilet. "Do you want me to give you
some privacy?"

"No," he said. "Stay. I don't want Tyler to wake up. And I want to
hear how your night was." I nodded. He walked over to the toilet, raised
the lid, and let out a long stream of piss. He sighed at the end, giving
his dick a good shake to let loose the last drops. "So much better. I
always wake up with an urgent need to drain it." He was speaking of
piss, but in my mental state I could only picture him waking up with
hard, morning cock and needing to empty his balls--to shoot a big load.
That's what was on my mind, what I still wanted to see.


Dad turned back to look at me as I continued brushing my teeth. "So? How
was it? You stayed out quite a while. Had some fun?"


"Yeah."


"Right on, son."


"I saw Steve."


"Steve from the beach?"


"Yeah, we ran into each other."


"You were into him, right?"


"Yeah, a little," I said. "Then after talking to him, a lot."


"He's a handsome guy. I can see that. So what happened?"


"You want details?"


"Yeah, you've got me curious. You spent the night...did you guys
fuck?"


"We did."


"All right, son! Glad we both got laid." I nodded. "Was he good?"


"Very."


"You fuck him?"


"He fucked me."


"Really?"


"Yeah."


"Nice. He's older than you and Tyler, right? About 35, maybe?"


"Yeah. Kind of a daddy type."


Dad raised an eyebrow at my comment and took a step closer. "Tell me
about that."


"Nothing to tell, really. Hot older guy, likes to be a daddy to younger
guys."


"Huh. How does that work?"


"You tell me, Dad. You've been playing at it with Tyler for the past 24
hours."


"Touché!" he laughed. "It is a lot of fun, I guess. We had fun. You
too, right?"


"I did."


"You called him Daddy?" He now had a serious expression on his face,
his eyes boring into mine.


"I did. Called him Daddy as he slipped it inside me."


"Fuuuccck, son," he whispered.


"You're chubbing, Dad." He looked down and saw it was true. His cock
had risen up and was half-hard.


"Sorry, it's hot."


"Don't be sorry."


"What about you?"


"Me?"


He nodded and pulled at the knot on my towel, which fell to the floor. My
cock bobbed as well, rising slowly but surely. "Yeah, me too."


He took a step closer and we stared at each other, in silence, watching
our cocks swell and bob.


"Damn, son. It's a fine cock you've got there."


"I'm admiring yours, Dad."


"Thank you," he said, and I took a step toward him. We were now just a
foot apart, our hard cocks pointing straight out, the two heads nearly
touching each other.


"What did it feel like? When he fucked you?"


"It felt good, Dad. I don't usually get fucked, but I was into it and
he opened me up really easily." Dad's cock twitched and he brought a
hand to steady it.


"Felt good to have him inside you?" Dad asked, giving a little stroke
down his shaft.


"Really good," I said, placing my hand on my own cock and mirroring the
kind of unhurried stroke Dad used on himself. We stared at each other and
took long, slow strokes down our cocks, mirroring each other.


"Did he cum a lot?"


"Yes. Inside me."


"Shhhiiiiit..." Dad replied, placing his hand back on his dick and
stroking more deeply. I took one more step toward him. Our torsos were
just inches apart now. His hand was wrapped around his cock. Mine held my
own. We were so close that the back of my hand pressed up against his
belly as we held each other's gaze and stroked.


Could I, would he? Was it going to happen? I leaned my face into his.


"Sorry for my breath," Dad said. "Haven't brushed yet--"


"I don't care," I told him, parting my lips. "I want--"


And then the door handle turned and Tyler walked in. We quickly stepped
apart.


"I gotta pee!" Tyler announced. He flounced over to the toilet and sat
down down, like a lady. "What's going on?"


"Nothing," we both replied. I looked at Dad with a mix of longing and
disappointment. He looked back with, what? I couldn't read his face.
Moments before we had been so close. We had been about to...I don't know,
but I wanted it to continue. The spell was broken.


Dad turned away from me and looked at Tyler. "How about I take my boys
to breakfast?"


"Sounds good to me!" Tyler said cheerfully. And I cursed the little
fucker under my breath. Frankly, I no longer had an appetite.


***


Breakfast was fine, but by now I was sick of Tyler. It was a relief when
Dad remembered we had a tee time at 11:00 and suggested we finally get in
our postponed day of golf.


"Golf?" Tyler said, wrinkling his nose. "That's like a boring game
for old suburban men."


"That's exactly what I am, you little shit!" Dad exclaimed. "Besides,
I wasn't inviting you, I was telling you. This is a me and Josh thing.
We always play golf together." I wasn't that good at golf--it was not
my regular sport--but I enjoyed playing with Dad. It was a way for us to
spend a couple hours together out on the green and then unwind over beers
at the clubhouse after.


And so in the end, golf would save me. Save me from Tyler. Save an
opportunity for Dad and me to be alone and maybe figure this thing out.


I hoped. An hour into play he still had said nothing about this
morning's near kiss and I didn't know how to bring it up. It was just
straight up serious golf. But I guess that was a relief too, to be able
to focus on something else. Lose ourselves in the game.


He was so much better than me. Well, it made sense. He played nearly
every weekend. I was an occasional golfer with poor form. At nearly every
hole I was several strokes beyond him. But he was patient.


The long drives were the worst. I was wildly inaccurate. "You want help
with your swing?" Dad asked. "You're twisting too late."


"OK, yeah," I agreed. He came over. "Like this," he said, planting
his feet, squaring off, and modeling the kind of rotation he was
suggesting. I tried it too, but my shots remained unpredictable.


"Here," he said. "Let me show you you." He came up behind me and
reached around to place his hands on top of mine as I held the driver.
"Like this," he said, repositioning them slightly. "Now rotate." We
rotated together, pulling back and winding up for the swing. His hand led
mine. My torso moved with his, flowed with it. "Good." The ball flew a
little more accurately this time. "Again?" he asked me. I nodded.


I bent slightly to assume the starting position. Dad stepped back in. His
torso flattened against my torso; his crotch rested at my ass. He was
wrapped around me and involuntarily, automatically, I wiggled backward,
pressing myself into him. He pushed back. Did he mean it? Or was this a
reflex? Some clueless teasing?


He pressed into me. No, it seemed deliberate. He melded his whole body
into mine as he whispered, "Now, we swing." We rotated together,
drawing back, cocking our arms. We swung our bodies around and forward to
drive our combined energy into that tiny ball and launch it across the
course. This time, thanks to our combined effort, it flew long and
straight.


"Nice one, son," he said, not yet releasing me. Our hands clutched the
club together and we stayed in that embrace, neither of us wanting to let
go. His torso covered mine and my ass nestled against his crotch. Did it
feel bigger than we started? Fuller?


He stepped away and we stared at each other. I needed to be brave. It was
now or never. "We need to try that again, Dad. It helped a lot."


"Yeah?" His voice was low and breathless.


"Yeah."


"Come here, son." I grabbed the club and assumed the position again.
Dad came up behind me and again covered my body with his. I felt the heat
from his chest press into my back. He laced his fingers with mine as we
gripped the driver. Moving as one, we twisted, raised the driver, and
swung through. The ball went flying and Dad's pelvis pressed into me
with the follow-through. Neither of us made any move to break away. We
remained glued together.


"Great shot, Joshy." Dad whispered. I could feel his breath on the back
of my neck. My hairs were standing on end.


"Thanks, Dad," I said, craning my neck to bring my face to his. "I
needed that." He smiled. I smiled back. And then we were kissing.


A deep, long kiss, continuing what we had once started and then
interrupted when Tyler got in the way. But this time it was just Dad and
me, which was freeing. We were free to give in to the feeling and kiss.
Really kiss.


But it was frightening as well. There was no third person to ease the
way, to pretend he was the reason for our horniness and it just spilled
over. No. Now, with just the two of us, we were exposed. Father and son
wanting to kiss, and doing it. We had to take full responsibility. There
was no pretending why it was happening. We were giving in to a shared
desire, exploring something few others should see or could understand.


Hell, I didn't really understand it myself. But I  knew I needed it. We
were finally kissing and a warm glow spread throughout my body. Dad's
hands tightened around mine. He held us in place. Neither of us wanted to
pull apart, lose the connection, break the spell. I pushed back into him.
I wanted no daylight between us, no separation. I could feel the hard rod
of his tented cock pressed against my ass, even through our pants.


"Harrumph." We heard the throat clearing before we saw them. Dad and I
broke apart from each other, stepped back, and saw a group of three men
approaching our area on the course. "Playing through," one announced.
We stepped back to give them space--and to retreat from the scene.


"Fuck," Dad said.


"I know. That was close."


"Close? They clearly caught us."


"So what? It's a free country."


"Yeah, but Josh. It's not the gay beach. We were making out on the golf
green." Just hearing him say it out loud, to put a name to it, shot a
thrill through me.


"In this day and age I'd hope three straight dudes can handle the sight
of a couple getting a little frisky." A couple? There, I had said it.


"I'm sure they don't want to see a father and son go at it."


"They can't tell."


"Are you sure, Josh? We look alike. You've got your mom's chin, but
the rest of you, kid, is all me." I blushed. I was proud to have gotten
Dad's handsome looks. "And regardless, the age difference."


"I'm sure at least one of those middle aged guys bought a Porsche last
year so he could score some 25-year with perky tits on his arm."


Dad guffawed. "Haha, yeah, I'm sure you're probably right about
that."


"So calm down."


"But we do look related, though. No denying we're family. And family's
not supposed to.... Look son, we gotta pause for right now. Let's finish
playing. It's probably good they interrupted before something really
happened out here on the course."


"OK, Dad." I knew he was right; we couldn't fuck out here on the
course. A few more minutes of us kissing and, well, I don't know what
would have happened. I guess it was prudent to hang on a little longer.
We resumed play.


My swings got a little better, but not by much. Eventually we finished
the game, my loss not quite as bad as the last time we had played. Dad
and I retired to the clubhouse, taking a couple beers out on the patio.
"Not bad, Josh. Your game is improving." I snorted. "Cheers!" Dad
said, raising a frosty mug. Here's to learning new things." The wink
suggested our previous conversation wasn't totally forgotten. Good.


"To new things," I said, smiling. We each took a sip of our beer, the
cool suds refreshing us on the sunny patio. Dad pulled some cigars from
his pocket. "Want one? I mean, we're on vacation right?"


"Yeah, OK." We had fired up cigars together once or twice before,
usually celebrating some special occasion: his promotion to senior
partner at the law firm, my high school graduation, etc. What were we
celebrating now?


Dad struck a match, toasted the end, and then puffed a few times on the
stick to get it going. He exhaled a long, slow stream of smoke, sighing
in satisfaction. "Cuban," he said with a wink. "I got the good stuff
for us." I lit mine and puffed and exhaled. I didn't have much
experience with cigars, but I agreed that Dad had done well here. It was
nice and smooth.


"Nice one," I told him.


"This has been a good week, huh, Josh?"


"Amazing."


"Full of surprises. Good ones. You ready for Australia?"


"I think so. Law school will kick my ass, but I want that. Should be
good. And Australia will be a cool place for it. But it's so far away."

"It is," Dad agreed, exhaling. "Gotta make the most of your time here
before you depart." I swear he winked.


"Yeah," I said, leaning in toward him. "Can't hold back." My foot
found his under the table. His ankle pressed up against mine.


"Wouldn't want to," he replied. I brought my cigar to the ashtray and
Dad's hand moved to meet mine. The back of his hand brushed mine, then
stayed there. He kept it resting against me.


These were small moves, all of them, but each charged the air between us
with a crackle of electricity. Touching each other like this felt as
surreptitious as a young couple on a first date with their parents
nearby. Finding subtle excuses to touch, skin all pins and needles,
sending each other coded signals and flushing red when they were received
and reciprocated.


But that all got interrupted when a pack of guys loudly wandered onto the
patio, beers in hand, looking for seats. Among them was the group of
three who had seen us out on the golf course. They cast a glance around
the patio for open seats. Dad and I pulled apart before they could see
our hands together.


"Jesus. Those guys again. I swear they are looking at us."


"They're not."


"They are. Look." I turned my head to get a better look. He was right.
One of the guys was looking over at us with disapproval.


"Ignore it," I told him. "Gay guys have to deal with looks like that
from straight guys all the time."


"I'm not gay, though. I'm not used to it." That's true. He wasn't
gay. At least he hadn't been in the past. So this was new for him.


"Look, they're sitting down over there. Just ignore it. It was a look,
nothing more."


"Creeps me out a bit. Like they think...as if they know we are... And like
they're judging me."


"I'm gonna judge you pretty soon if you don't let this go. We have
just two days left on this vacation and then I'm on the other side of
the globe. Don't get all crazy on me."


Dad sighed. "You're right. OK. I'll let it go." He looked down at his
cigar. "It went out." He fished in his pocket for the wooden matches.
"They got me distracted and I neglected it." He struck a match and I
watched the blue spark combust into yellow flame. "Let's bring it back
to life." He puffed a couple times to get it going again and breathed
out a stream of white smoke. "There. All better. Now where were we?"


We went back to talking about Australia, the year ahead, law school,
Dad's advice for the profession. But no touching this time. Now we were
conscious of the guys all around us at the other tables. We played it
safe. Just talking.


I was engrossed in our conversation but Dad seemed distracted. A few
times he paused in the middle of speaking. Eventually he pulled his phone
from his pocket. "Sorry. It keeps buzzing." He moved to dismiss the
messages but then paused to read them. "Hey. Tyler is proposing we we
all get together tonight. Sound good?"


It did not sound good. I was tired of that little bitch, no matter how
hot his ass looked in a Speedo. And besides, I thought we were past that
now. Didn't he and I have unfinished business together? Hadn't it raged
in our pants all morning? Didn't we draw the attention and disapproval
of the guys out on the golf course? Had he forgotten about all this or
did he just not care?


"I'd really rather not."


"Are you sure, Joshy? It was fun before. Imagine what we could all do
together this time." That was it. I coudn't. No.


"No. I don't want to hang out with Tyler. If that's really what you
want, go right ahead." I stood up. "I'm gonna go, Dad. Walk around on
my own, clear my head."


"Really? You OK? What's wrong?"


What's wrong? He was oblivious. Fuck that. Not worth the explanation;
I'd just give him an excuse. "Your cigar is giving me a headache." He
looked bewildered as I left the table and marched out.


I left him sitting there and walked back toward the road. It was a good
six miles or so back to the resort. Fine, I'd walk it. It would do me
good.


Along the way I thought about the past couple days and all that had
happened. The surprise upon discovering that my dad turned me on. The
elation I felt when it seemed to be mutual. The disappointment each time
Dad got us both worked up and then deflected to Tyler. Each time. Every
time.


I reached the shore and sat down on some rocks overlooking the water to
think. The sun was high and hot and I took off my shirt and tried to soak
it in.


Should I have expected anything more? What really could I expect here? We
were father and son. And I was about to jet across the globe and be gone
for months. It was ridiculous to feel like a heartbroken puppy, like some
silly girl in a rom-com. Come on. I didn't expect romance. I was young
and had years of opportunities ahead of me. So it wasn't that. I wasn't
looking for that.


What I wanted was simply to feel his dick in my hand again. I wanted to
squeeze it and feel it pulse back. I wanted to taste the tip, take the
whole thing in my mouth, feel him pump out a load. I wanted to know what
his cum tasted like--the same kind of cum that years ago brought me into
this world. I loved and respected Dad--as my dad--but now, now that we
found this great sexual energy between us, it deserved to be explored,
right? Properly?


I got up and went down to the beach. It would take longer, walking the
rest of the way home along the beach, but it would be more scenic. And
more strenuous. There were rocks to climb over, hills to navigate. But so
what? I wasn't looking to get back to the hotel any time soon. Dad would
probably be shacked up with Tyler anyway.


I spent the next two hours making my way back. Eventually, I arrived at
the gay beach that was near our resort. Still up on the rocks I saw l
groups of men swarming and swirling below in their various social
circles. I didn't go down to them; I stayed up on the rocks. Just took a
seat and watched.


A few guys glanced up at me. One winked. Another waved. I appreciated the
interest but I wasn't in the mood to reciprocate. Even after trying to
walk it out of my system, I could only think of Dad. All I wanted was my
Dad.


Or maybe a dad substitute. That night with Steve had been a lot of fun.
Great sex and fun role play. If I closed my eyes and buried my head in
his furry chest while he called me "son," would that do it? Could Steve
scratch my itch?


I texted him. He texted back right away. "Sure, Josh. Come on over."


In 20 minutes I was there. Steve and his wall of fur greeted me at the
door. I threw myself at him in greeting and craned my head up for a
kiss.


"Good to see you, Josh. Come in." I followed him into the room.
"There's someone here who wants to see you."


"Dad! What are you doing here?"


"I came for you, son."


"I don't understand."


"I'll leave you guys to talk," Steve said. He pulled on a tank top and
grabbed a towel, headed out.


"Josh. After you left, I realized I fucked up. I'm sorry."


"It's fine."


"No, it isn't. I thought we were navigating this thing well, but
obviously I wasn't. I wanted to be with you and I thought you felt the
same--but I guess not. I'm sorry if I pressured you."


"Pressured me? Hell no! I dunno, I thought we were going to take things
to the next level. And you seemed to want that too, seemed you were
suggesting that--but then you didn't. It always came back to Tyler.
That's fine if he's your interest, but I felt like a fool."


"Is that what you thought? That Tyler's the one I wanted?"


"Seems pretty obvious."


"Oh, Josh. No. No, no, no. I'm so sorry. Tyler is not the one I want.
He's just an excuse. A way to express interest in a guy...in this...in
you. Without admitting it to myself, I guess. Without scaring you off."


"Dad, I'm not scared off. It seemed like you were pushing me away."


"Not consciously, son. It's just that ever since this happened, I
dunno...we just start talking or something normal and then things get
intense very quickly. It's hard to know how to deal with that. I mean, I
thought I was pretty straight. And you are my son. And I don't want to
fuck things up between us. Not any more than I already have."


"You haven't fucked things up, Dad. And I felt it too. I wanted it
too."


"You sure, son. No doubts about that?"


"None. No doubts. Surprise at first, maybe, but that didn't last long.
It quickly turned to desire. To keep going. To exploring this. If you
want to."


"I want to."


"And Tyler?"


"No more Tyler this trip. I said goodbye to him. Right after I asked him
to connect me to Steve. I asked if he could help me find you. We guessed
that you might go to him. To Steve. And it's OK if you want to, to be
with Steve. I just wanted to apologize. And get things right between
us."


"Dad, I think the only thing that can get things right between us is for
us to stop messing around and let this play out. Let it all go. No
stopping. No distractions. No Tyler. Just you and me."


"I'd like that son," his voice was low and husky. "You and me. My
mouth on yours." He stepped closer and then we were kissing.


"Your cock pressed to mine," I whispered. I pressed my pelvis to his
and felt that we were both rock hard. We wrapped our arms around each
other. My hands roamed his muscled back. His dropped down to rest on my
ass cheeks. No one could interrupt us this time--not Tyler, no golfers;
it was just me and Dad. We kissed deeply, hungrily.


"Should we go back to our place? Give Steve his room back?"


"Eventually. But not right now. We've put this off long enough, son.
Let's let it happen. Steve understands that, I'm sure."


"The only thing I'm sure of is that I stink. Sorry, Dad." I had been
walking and hiking all afternoon; my body was drenched in sweat and
sunscreen and sand. I knew I smelled bad. Would taste bad too.


"Not at all, son," he said, punctuating the statement with tiny kisses.
"I think you're perfect. But if it you bothers you, let's hop in the
shower. Clean you up."


I nodded and Dad pulled my T-shirt over my head, kissing my neck and
nipples as they were freed up from the fabric. It felt great, but I was
impatient to feel Dad's skin too. I stopped him to strip off his shirt.
Now, with both of us bare chested, we grinned and stared at each other,
smiling like two horny idiots. For the first time in days we were being
honest, direct. We admitted we both wanted more.


We shucked off off our shorts, our briefs, and revealed our naked bodies
to each other. Dad's cock pointed up and to the left and mine mirrored
him on the right. I gave mine a quick tug, releasing it to *thwap* up
against my pelvis.


"Damn, son," Dad said, appraising me. "Looking real good. You're
gonna break some hearts down in Australia. Reel 'em in with that winning
smile. Cuddle `em up with that lithe body. Work them over with that
beautiful cock."


"You think, Dad?"


"I know so. It's only been a day or two since we kissed, but now it's
all I can think about."


"Then kiss me, Dad." He smiled and grabbed the back of my head, pulling
me in tight for a kiss. His hard cock pressed against my abdomen. I
grabbed it with my hand, feeling for only the second time the wonderful
thickness of the shaft, the tickle of his bush at the base. I squeezed
him and broke off the kiss to speak. "And I've been thinking about this
monster ever since I touched it the other night. I ended up being so
jealous that Tyler was the one who got to feel it inside him. In his
mouth. In his ass."


"Haha. A man is more than his cock, son."


"Yes, I know, Dad, but--"


"It's OK. I want all that too. Let's hit the shower." He grabbed my
hand and led me to the bathroom. We stepped inside and let the warm water
stream down our bodies. Our dicks bobbed and pulsed with excitement.  But
we tried to ignore them as we focused on exploring the rest of our bodies
and getting each other clean.


I grabbed a bar of soap and lathered up Dad's chest, exploring the tight
curves of his muscled pecs and the soft curves of his middle-aged belly.
I soaped his hairy legs, wrapping my hands around each meaty thigh. And
then I worked my way to the middle, cupping his balls from the underside
and working soap bubbles up and down the length of his shaft. Dad threw
back his head and closed his eyes as I stroked him. The monster cock
grew. Beautiful and strong and thick. The cock that once fucked my mother
and brought me into this world.


"You gotta pause, son, or I'm damn well gonna shoot in here."


I dropped his cock. "Way too soon, Dad."


"I know," he grinned. "Anyway, my turn. Let me soap you up." Dad
grabbed the bar of soap and lathered his hands, running them across my
shoulders and down my arms. I shivered, despite the hot water cascading
over us. How did he know just how to touch me? His strong hands continued
their leisurely exploration of my body: stroking me, soaping me up,
lathering suds everywhere.


He knelt to soap my leg, my feet, and then he came back up to wash my
cock. He was at eye level, staring at it, as he lathered up the rock-hard
shaft. "Damn fine cock, son." He muttered, slowly jacking me. "Feels
both strange to be jacking another dick. I'm used to the feel of my own
cock in my hand, but yours has its own shape and feel."


"Keep it there, Dad. Feels fucking great."


"Yeah, it does. But I'm not done cleaning you up. Turn around." I spun
and offered him my backside. Dad let out a low whistle and brought his
hands around to soap up my buns. He traced the curves and squeezed the
flesh. He worked some soap into my cleft and then pulled my cheeks apart
so the water could wash it out. The jets of water beat a staccato rhythm
against my hole. "So beautiful, Joshy." His finger traced its outline
and I arched a bit in response.


Dad stood and pulled me to him. He pressed himself up against my backside
as he brought his hands around to the front, lathering my chest, rubbing
lazy circles into my nipples until they stood up at attention. His hard
cock pressed against my backside, resting there and throbbing against my
cheeks. I used a free hand to scoop up the soap suds that had run down my
belly. I brought my hand around back, found Dad's cock and stroked it
with the suds. With soap bubbles to ease the friction, I squeezed my
cheeks and pushed back against him.


Dad let out a low growl. "Hungry boy today, huh, Joshy?" He nibbled the
side of my neck, beard stubble scraping me.


"Yeah, Dad."


"Good," he said, pulling his torso back to look down and see his thick
dad cock nestled between my cheeks. He moved his pelvis back and forth,
plowing the now soapy trench. He wasn't angled to enter me--not yet,
anyway--just to fuck the shaft between my squeezing cheeks, letting his
flared cockhead massage my hole with each thrust. We built a rhythm
together, both fully engaged in this soapy, surface fucking. It felt
amazing. After two days of attempted embraces and awkward deflections, we
had finally come together easily. Naturally. Father and son, locked in
perfect rhythm, each getting what they needed from the other.


The motion was ideal for waking up my hole. Each passing stroke of the
cockhead stimulated my pucker. It flushed with bloodflow and rose up into
a little mound. More stokes relaxed and opened it up, like a flower
warmed by the sun. Some more stokes and I felt it pull and grip the
flared head of Dad's cock. Could I capture it? Hold it? Pull it inside
me?


I pushed back. The tip went in. Dad grunted in surprise. He pulled back
but I moved right along with him. I refused to let him go.


He was inside now, a little bit. I wanted more. As I pushed back against
him, I felt the shaft follow the head into my chute and I got him in
about a quarter of he way. Thick, thick dad cock now inside me, and I
held him there until I could adjust to it.


"So tight, Joshy. Like a goddamn vise."


"Feels good, Dad. It will open up for you. It's opening now. Just give
me a minute."


"Don't have a minute, Joshy. If we keep doing this I'm gonna bust a
nut in you right now. Too soon for that. Way too soon." He pulled out.
"Let's rinse off. Go out to the bed. Make this last."


I knew it was the right move, but it felt terrible to feel him pull out.
For my ass to return to normal. I turned around and kissed him as the
water ran down our bodies and washed the suds away. God, I wanted him. I
needed this. Now that we were really touching, my body was as electrified
as my mind had been during the past 48 hours that Dad had gotten into my
head.


He shut off the water, grabbed a towel, and lovingly dried my body. I did
the same for him. It was another chance to appraise him, to take in
Dad's familiar body that I now saw in a new light. Strong, hairy, sexy,
hard. Perfect.


We went to the bedroom and pulled back the covers. "This is where he
fucked you?" Dad asked. I nodded. "Our turn now," he replied. "I
couldn't stop thinking about it when you told me. Imagining you,
imagining him with you. Thinking about what it felt like to be him, with
you."


"This is gonna feel even better, Dad. Because it's you."


"So let's improve on your memory then. Let's do it right here and
replace him with me."


We both grinned like idiots and I pulled him onto the bed. We wrestled
around, flipping over and back a few times as we kissed. I kissed my way
down his chest to his cock, taking him in my mouth. He moaned and
shimmied his body into a new position, moving us into a sixty-nine.
"Done this position before, but only ever eating pussy," he said,
gingerly licking the length of my shaft and tonging the tip.


"See what you think, Dad." I returned to his cock, my mouth working his
shaft with gusto. It swelled and pulsed in the warm embrace of my throat.
Dad translated his arousal into cocksucking energy on my dick. He was a
novice at sucking cock, that's for sure. But he was turned on now, and
he embraced it with gusto.


His trips down my shaft were getting longer now, extending down to my
shaved balls. "Wow!" he said. "I hadn't realized that all you gay
dudes shave their balls, but now I see why! Makes a ton of sense." He
tongued in and out of the crack below. Then he swatted my ass to stop the
action, coming out of the sixty-nine and pulling me into position--head
and chest down, ass up--and he lined himself up with my now spread ass
cheeks.


"Sorry, Joshy. That was great, but you can't retrain an old pussy hound
like me. Sucking cock was good, but it just gets me hungry to eat out
this pretty ass of yours."


"No problem, Dad. It's yours.You can eat it all you want...if you'll
fuck it too." He gave a little growl and sunk his face into my ass. Dad
pulled my cheeks apart and licked a long, nasty trail up my crack and to
my butthole. I felt the stubble of his beard as his tongue caressed my
pucker. It relaxed and opened to him as his tongue plunged inside. He
pushed his face into my crack, driving his tongue in deeper. "Mmmmmmmm"
he hummed, sending vibrations from his mouth to every nerve ending in my
pucker, which in turn sang out to every other nerve in my body. Electric.
Wow. The man knew how to EAT.


We continued along like that for a good 15 minutes until Dad exclaimed,
"Damn! I could eat out a pretty pussy--or ass, I guess--all day long.
But there's so much more we have to try."


I grinned at him. "You want to fuck."


"Damn right, son."


"Me too, Dad." My hole was wet, relaxed, ready.


And then he surprised me. Dad flipped up and took a position on top,
straddling me. His muscled thighs squeezed my pelvis. He reached a hand
back and grabbed my cock, lining it up with his ass and trying to push it
up against his hole.


"Whoa," I said, amazed. "What are you doing?"


"I want you to fuck me now. To fuck me first. I want to show you I'm
serious about this. About us."


"That's amazing, Dad, but..." I laughed at his wincing as he tried to
press my dry dick into his virgin hole. "You're gonna need some
preparation for this to work."


"I guess that makes sense."


"Are you sure you don't want to fuck me first? The way you ate out my
ass just now, I'm pretty sure you could drive a freight train right
through it."


"I know, Joshy. And I'm dying to fuck you too. But...maybe this makes
sense, maybe it doesn't. But when I was with Tyler, I did the fucking.
Always me fucking him. Now that I'm with you, now that I get to be with
you, I want it to be different. To try something different. Make it
special. So I want you to fuck me."


"Damn, Dad. You're kind of a romantic, aren't you?" He nodded. "And
I would be honored to fuck you."


"Please, Josh. Will you?"


"Don't have to ask me twice. Hell yes I will. Scoot that ass up and let
me get in there."


"You mean...?"


"Yes. First sit on my face. Then you can take my cock." He scooted up
and dropped his beefy, hairy ass down on my face. Musky dad scent flooded
my nostrils even through the soap from our shower. I grabbed his cheeks
and pulled them apart. I pushed my face up and in. Dad moaned; I'm sure
he had never had his ass eaten before. The old pussy-licking hound was
now getting to see what it was like on the other end of things. He
moaned. He loved it.


"Fuck yes, Joshy. Eat my ass." I continued with gusto. He began to
wiggle. To push back and grind into me. His hole relaxed and opened. I
drove my tongue deeper and he squirmed.


I lifted him off just a bit, wet one of my fingers, and worked it into
his hole. He stiffened and I held it there until he relaxed again. It
didn't take long. I pushed in. Slow. Steady. Deep.


"Fuck. Never had something in my ass. Get it ready, Josh. Get it ready
for your cock." He was almost ready. I slipped a second finger
inside--no resistance this time. Just an open path to his insides. Yeah,
it was time.


"OK, Dad." I slapped his cheek. "Sit back on it." He scooted himself
back and lined himself up again with my cock. "Spit on it for me." He
nodded and hocked up a good gob of spit, rubbing it and down my dick.
Then he placed it at his hole, we locked eyes, and he nodded. I pushed.


Slowly but steadily, I pushed. And it went right in.


"Can't believe you're fucking me, son."


"It's amazing, Dad. You feeling OK?"


"Yeah. Yeah! I mean it feels a little odd, at first, but it also feels
really good."


"Think you're OK for me to move around?"


"Yeah, give me what you got, Joshy. I wanna feel you fuck. Really
fuck." I nodded and began to stoke in and out of his hole. It was a nice
tight hole. It felt good on my cock. But what was really turning me on
was Dad's face. Watching the sensations flash across his face each time
I pushed in and hit some new spot. The look of disappointment if I
brought it back far enough to pop out and leave his hole empty, even for
a second.


He began moving too. We moved together. I thrusted and he ground his ass
into me, pushing my cock into him as far as it could go. We held each
thrust, each other's gaze, even our breaths--and then released
everything together before doing it all again. A sensuous, symbiotic,
mirrored fuck.


"Jesus, Josh. I've never felt like this, son."


"You feel amazing, Dad."


"I'm getting close. So fast. Is that normal?"


"Your first time bottoming? Yeah, pretty normal. Go ahead, big guy. Let
it rip. Shoot across your boy's chest. Right here."


"Not yet, I want you to come too. Can I feel it inside me?" My dick
pulsed at the thought. It was obscene: boy seeding his own father,
reversing the impregnation that had brought me into the world.


"You want my load, Dad?"


"Fuck yes, Joshy! Shoot me full of it. I wanna feel it. Fuck your load
into me." He was stroking his dick now. So turned on he couldn't help
it.


"Gonna take it all, Dad?"


"Hell yes. Next month you'll be plowing some fellow student. Dicking
down a bunch of Aussie guys. But right now you're here with me. And for
the rest of this trip, I want all your loads."


"All for you, Dad. Get ready for it, stud. Right now...here it
cooouuuhhhhmmms. Here it comes. Aw Jesus, Dad, this is a gusher. You feel
it? You feel it, Dad?"


"So much cum, Joshy. Filling me up."


"Yeah, filling you up with my load, Dad. Gonna keep my cock in there for
a little while. Plug you up. I want you to absorb my cum. Don't let any
of it escape."


"Never, Josh. I'm glad to hang on to it." He leaned down to kiss me.


"I love you, Dad," I managed to get out in between kisses.


"Love you too, son."


"Dad. I'm glad this worked out. It's the perfect end to this trip."


"No, Josh."


"What?"


 "It's only the beginning."


END