Date: Sun, 8 Sep 2019 18:46:31 +0000 (UTC) From: - - Subject: Stripped with Dad Part 5 Me and my Dad had gotten close, very close. And that was nice, because we were usually far apart. When he would come to pick me up from school, he'd have to drive for hours and hours. It was in the middle of nowhere. Because the school was so remote, most of my classmates didn't get picked up or dropped off; they took a plane and a cab, or a lot of times a limo. So my dad really took the time and energy to be with me when he could. Last week, it was time to get picked up, and everybody else left early on their own while I had to wait in an empty campus almost a full day for my dad, and it was late when he got there, so the school had me cleared out of my room, and they had me and my dad stay the night in this suite. It was usually just for fancy special guests, like if somebody was going to give the Commencement speech. It felt like we got to stay in the Lincoln Bedroom in the White House. It had two rooms and a living room and kind of a kitchen. Everything was either brand new or a hundred years old with a little plaque about how important it was. I slept great, like a king, wishing that could be my room permanently. We woke up and got ready and went to this restaurant that's shared between my school and this fancy golf course. As we were finishing breakfast, the school's chancellor came up to our table. Picture a principal and dean and president rolled into one; he's the head of my school. He was wearing a suit like always. I thought he was just going to be nice and let my dad thank him again for putting us up for the night in luxury, but he looked pretty serious. "Would you come with me?" he said. We took our suitcases and followed him back over to the fanciest building on campus and straight into his office. He shut the door behind us, even though we seemed to be the only people in the building, and he even locked it and closed the blinds on the big glass wall. "Please have a seat," he said, before walking around behind his huge wooden desk. We sat facing him, side by side in two cushy leather chairs. I was always intimidated around the chancellor, but being called in front of him like this had me really nervous and fidgety. My dad asked if there was a problem. The chancellor explained that the special suite we stayed in was his special suite that he oversaw directly and personally. He said that it was his idea for us to spend the night in it, but that he was very disappointed to go in this morning and find that something was missing, a small athletic medallion that had significant importance to the school from almost a hundred years ago and that was also solid gold and worth a considerable amount of money. "Do you think we stole it?" my dad asked, surprised. "I think that your son might have stolen it," the chancellor answered. "He might have it on him right now or in his possession, or it could be in your possession if you discovered that he stole it, and perhaps you're too embarrassed to admit that he stole it." He went on and on, started talking about the danger to my psychological state and the offense to the history of the school, all with my dad trying to defend the accusation. Finally, I said, "I didn't take it! Search my bags if you want!" So my dad agreed to let him search my bag. He opened every compartment and rummaged through. He looked over at me as he unzipped each zipper and as his fingers filed through my underwear. When he didn't find anything, he turned to my dad, who proclaimed innocence before handing over his bag to be rifled through and searched. Again, the man glared over at us while he dug through the bag. I've heard that people in that kind of position just want the power over somebody. He seemed to be enjoying having us on a hook. "You could have it on you," he said.My dad answered, "so what do you want to do? Strip search us?!" and the chancellor almost smiled. I didn't care. I stood up before my dad could say anything. I just started unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it off. I pulled all the pockets in my pants inside-out before opening them up and sliding them down my legs to my ankles. I stood there in his office in just boxer shorts, waddling in a circle with my arms up before pulling my shoes off and turning them upside-down. Nothing fell out, and I put them on the desk. I pulled my socks off and slammed them on the desk as further evidence, followed by my pants, inviting him to look through everything. He seemed like he might start inspecting them, but he just stood there waiting, watching. I looked over at my dad, but before he could say anything I just stripped off the last of it and stood there naked. They both looked down my body, and I realized why. I was kind of hard and didn't realize it. My hands covered it instinctively. My dad said, "Are you satisfied now? He didn't steal anything!" "Are you embarrassed to have your father see you like this?" the chancellor asked. I said no. I put my hands on my hips, showing my dick and balls and pubes just everything right there in front of him. I told him that my dad's seen me like this plenty of times. And I asked if he was convinced that I was innocent. He turned to my dad and reiterated that perhaps he had discovered the stolen item and had to hide it on his person. My dad grimaced and stood up next to me, starting to take off his clothes. When he was bare-chested, I noticed that the chancellor was watching how I staring. "And have you seen your father like this before?" I shook my head and gave him a "yes, sir" as we were all supposed to. The chancellor was flipping through my clothes like a menu. My dad stepped out of his shoes and set them on the desk. The chancellor's fingers inspected inside closely. The socks peeled off next, and they also got closely inspected. The chancellor was staring intently. When the pants came down, and my dad was in just white briefs, it was obvious that he was more than just semi-hard. The thin white cotton couldn't hide it. I was pointing at the ceiling from seeing it. My dad said, "you want these off, too, huh?" He nodded yes, and my dad opened his waistband, freeing the tip of his hard dick. When he slid them down his legs and off his feet and stood back up, the chancellor stared intently, his otherwise stone face getting wide-eyed in response, and then he looked over at mine, then back and forth quickly. My dad laid his palms flat on the desk and leaned forward. He said, "When I was in school, I ended up like this to get the belt. Brings back some memories." He never told me about that. I wondered what that was like, what happened, and I started to picture a younger version of him bent over like that with his ass uncovered or maybe fully naked like this. I had stumbled across some videos like that before, and seeing my dad in that position was really doing something to me. "Well, would you both agree to staying in that position?" the chancellor asked. "To, uh, complete the inspection?" I wasn't sure what he meant, but my dad said fine so I copied his position. I rested my palms flat against the hard wood desk. I hunched over, and I noticed how it made the muscles in my arm flex out. I looked at my dad's round shoulders. I felt my dick make contact with the hard wood. The chancellor made his way out from behind his desk and stood behind us, just looking for a while. He said, "Would you get closer together?" and my dad turned around to face him, then returned to the position, both hands flat and hunched over. It felt to me like I was tied to the desk. I could almost feel something around my wrists and ankles, imagining it. When the chancellor knelt down behind us, I realized the kind of search we had agreed to. I felt his palm grab my butt and hold it ready. I noticed my dad look over out of the corner of his eye. I felt one finger between my legs at the base of my ass crack, and I found myself pushing out towards him, leaning down into my arms a little. I felt myself being pulled apart gently, and I felt his face get closer, looking in. Then he pulled away. He moved, not much, over towards my dad. I swiveled my neck a bit and looked down at the chancellor from above as he held the back of my dad's legs in each hand. My eyes moved over to my dad's stomach, which hung slightly in that position and to his stiff cock that twitched up every once in a while. The chancellor's eyes looked up and met mine as I watched him place one finger. I remembered the feeling as I stared. The chancellor said, "How do you feel about being in this position, young man? Here with your father like this?" I was supposed to answer and say sir. "It's okay... sir." "And you've seen each other before? Like this?" My dad answered, "Yes. ...sir." The chancellor didn't say anything back. He kept examining my dad, and then I felt his hand come back to my thigh. He got up close behind me again, and I felt either a finger or a thumb between my legs but sliding just barely forward, almost to the back of where my balls start and the skin. I wondered if my dad was getting the same exploration. The chancellor had one hand on each of us at the same time and was just kind of holding us there and rolling his fingers around as he slowly looked behind each of us, up close behind me dad and then over to me. The room was quiet for a while during this until my dad said, "yeah... I definitely remember being bent over a desk like this and getting it. I remember how it felt..." Imagining my dad getting spanked at my age had me super hard, and I found myself leaning back against the chancellor's hand until he pulled away and stood up suddenly. He walked around and sat behind his desk, a little flummoxed and red in the face. My dad stood up straight, and I copied him, but that ended up with our legs up against the desk and our hard cocks hovering, pointing straight out, and after about 10 seconds bobbing up involuntarily. My dad eventually said, "Well, are you satisfied that we didn't steal anything?" The chancellor leaned back in his chair and looked at us, down, up at each of us. "I just... I can't even continue with this discussion.... with the two of you like that!" And he pointed in our general direction, avoiding eye contact and then staring right at us. "You... well, the both of you.... I think you need to, uh, take care of that... before we move on." My hands had found their way to bashfully cover my erection, but as the chancellor struggled to find the right words, I noticed that my dad's hands were in a similar position but doing something different. With his dick pointed up, straight up, he had one hand in front of it and the other below by his balls. He held them, not covering them up but holding them and slowly massaging them, rolling them between his fingers. He was looking at how the chancellor's eyes were staring down. I watched my dad's thick fingers wrap around his dick slowly and then hold it sideways on display. "You're saying I should take care of this?" he said. "Yes. Mmhmm..." the chancellor said from behind his desk, glancing over at me and then back. "You'll have to handle it, now, you both will..." My dad reached over towards my cock but stopped just shy of grabbing it and just pointed. "The boy, too?" he asked. He never ever called me that before. "You want my son and me to take care of our hard cocks? Is that, right... sir?" My dad was slowly pulling. I started rocking my grip back and forth around my dick, trying not to grin too much. I said, "Right here in front of you, sir?" and I pushed forward into his desk. As my hand slid forward and back, it pushed a few stray papers around, messing up his orderly arrangement. He reached out towards me and moved the papers. With a flustered expression, he nodded and looked away and then back at each of us. I thought I saw a bead of sweat on his forehead. "Yes. Yes, right now, I'm afraid. You'll both have to uh, you and your father... you'll have to handle those. Take care of those hard cocks..." My dad and I were both jerking off. We looked at each other and let him watch us looking at each other. Finally, my dad said, "well, what do you think, son? I guess we'll have to... jack off... right here. I'm really hard, son, are you? See how hard my cock is?" I looked over at our audience. He was leaning forward, on the edge of his seat. It looked like he was about to stand up but he didn't. I heard some noises from below his desk like he was fumbling with something down there. But I couldn't see what was happening under the desk. I said, "yeah... yeah, dad. My cock is so hard. See? It's so hard and long." The chancellor's arm was moving, and his hand was below the desk. Above the desk, he still looked the same, but I imagined that he had stripped down his pants and underwear and was bare-ass naked under there. He blurted out, "Whose is longer!? do you think?" We looked at each other and down. My dad said, "hmmm... I can't tell.... we'd have to put them side by side to compare.... you think we should do that, sir?" He nodded yes. I stepped closer towards my dad, and he got closer to me. The chancellor's eyes didn't have to dart left and right anymore. We were right in front of him, together, and we put our dicks together, touching, and the chancellor made a muffled noise. "I think I'm almost as big as my dad, sir. See?" He looked intently. He nodded. He said, "Mmhmmmm.... mmmm.... yes. Yes, son. I see. I'm looking right at it. And your dad. His big hard dick too.... yeah" and his arm was moving, and he was breathing heavy with each movement. I could hear his hand almost banging under the desk. My dad ran his fingers all over his chest and touched his nipple. That caught the chancellor's attention. My dad was showing off and kind of flexing, up on his toes, his butt clenched and popping, his eyes closed. "I'm gonna come soon, boy. What about you?" I followed my dad's lead. We sat down in those leather chairs. They felt cool and smooth under my naked body. The chancellor leaned forward even more from behind his desk to see us as we laid back and stroked our dicks in front of him. "Mmm.... fuckyeah... " I heard him mumble lowly to himself. My balls were jumping up and down as I jerked, and with each leg perched up my ass was pointing at the man who ran my school. I heard a slap noise and saw my dad's hand on his ass. When I realized that my dad was in his own little spanking fantasy, I lost it. I was loving being watched. I started shooting, and my voice got interrupted by the chancellor hollering. His face winced, but he never lost his view of me as I spurted rope after rope of white jizz onto my chest, clenching my tight flat body and squirming in front of him. My dad hadn't gone yet. He was watching and holding. I was surprised when he asked the chancellor, "Can I do it, sir?" "Yeah, do it.""Please sir" "Mmhmmmm... yeah, go ahead boy.... right here in front of your son and me.... give it to me.... shoot it" and my dad started erupting like a volcano, squirting up and coating his knuckles in white liquid, creaming down onto him. As he finished and calmed down, we all leaned back. I still couldn't see what was happening below the desk. My dad said, "Well? Are you satisfied." Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think. 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