Date: Wed, 26 Jun 2019 04:22:47 +0000 (UTC) From: johnny tremain Subject: The Road trip with Dad (Gay/Incest) For my twenty-fifth birthday, Dad and I went on a road trip--I had a week off work and he's retired, so we decided to drive down the California coast together. Dad and I have always been shy around each other, but I always wanted to be more open with him, both in terms of comfort and also the thought of him always made me hard. We set off in the morning from Marin and by noon we were in Santa Cruz. We decided to hit the beach, which made me nervous and excited--we were always pretty modest around each other, so even getting to hang out shirtless was a thrill. Dad grabbed a 6-pack from the corner store, making it even more exciting. When we picked our spot on the sand, we both laid out our towels and he shucked his shirt and shoes. I tried not to stare and bashfully did the same thing. We lied there for an hour, working up a sweat from the sun, both going through two beers apiece. The heat and the beer were lowering my guard and I could appreciate being next to my beautiful dad without the nerves I usually had about a situation like that. Eventually he said it was too damn hot and started towards the ocean. I jumped up and caught up with him, and we waded in together. Santa Cruz water is cold, so we both shuddered our way into the water, egging each other on and laughing, splashing each other. When we had both gotten completely in, I was feeling bold from the beers and went underwater to grab my dad's legs and knock him over. We rough-housed like that for a couple of minutes, me getting a little stiff and making sure he never saw. When we caught our breath, he had his arm around me and said "I'm so glad we're taking this trip. It's hard to stay close as you grow up, and I'm really thankful that you made this time for us." "I wouldn't have it any other way, Dad." We hugged a big bear hug that felt intimate and amazing. I wondered if his skin tingled like mine when we touched like that. Soon after, we both realized how cold we were getting and headed back to our towels. When we got out of the water, Dad's suit was clingy and I could see that he had a chubby going. It thrilled me, but I told myself it couldn't be for the reasons I had a matching one. When we got to the towels, I lied on my stomach to hide my half hard-on, but Dad laid on his back without any regard for the fact that anyone (and I) could see the half-tent he was sporting. I did my best not to stare, but I kept stealing glances. It went down after a couple of minutes. Dad said "You drove all morning--I can do the next leg if you want to polish off the beer." I took the cue and drank the final two in the next half hour. By then we were both dry and warm from the sun and I was good and buzzed as we headed back to the car to continue down the coast. We both kept our shirts off for the car ride, which I thought was amazing. Dad made small talk, and the topic got to my love life. I came out to Dad when I was seventeen, and he always tried hard to accept and understand me, though I could tell it didn't come easily for him. Because of that, I never went into much detail, but I was buzzed from the beer and the sun, and more loose-lipped than usual. "It's hard to find somebody these days, Dad." "I can't believe that. I know what goes on online, and I've heard of Grindr." This usually would've shut me up, but the filter was gone. "Well yeah, I mean I'm hooking up a lot, but finding somebody real, you know?" My eyes got a little wide when I heard the words come out of my mouth. "Well, I'm glad to hear you're having fun in the meantime. We had to work harder to find fun when I was your age, but those were some of the best years of my life." "Oh yeah? You had a lot of fun, did you?" Dad laughed a little nervously, but then took a breath and decided to go with it. "Yeah I did. In college, my roommate and I had this act where one of us would pretend to be just broken up with, hit on a girl, then the other one would swoop in and be a good friend, get him in a cab home, and the good friend one of us always got lucky with the girl. Sympathetic guys are a real turn on, apparently." Woah. Dad hooking up in college. I never thought about that. I was chubbing up again, and drunk enough that I didn't feel the need to hide it. I answered him: "Just imagine today, and especially gay life. An app where you can find horny guys 300 feet away who send you a dick pic and an address." This caught Dad off-guard a little, but he recovered and chuckled, eyebrows raised. "Sounds like you're living in a golden age, I guess." We were both quiet for a couple of minutes, and my hand absent-mindedly drifted to my crotch, resting there holding myself through my trunks. I saw Dad look over and register, but he ignored it. He spoke up, a little stiltedly. "When you--hook up, what do you do?" Were we going here? OK! "Well we don't play cards." "I know, I know, I just meant... which one are you?" My jaw dropped and my lips formed a huge smile. My dad was asking me about gay sex! "Um, well usually we don't get as far as that when I hook up. Mostly we just trade hand jobs and head." I SAID THAT OUT LOUD TO MY DAD. Keep going. "But when we go that far, I like both--it depends on my mood." "Oh." Dad looked lost in thought. I squeezed my cock a little, kept my hand on it, and dozed off. We had decided to not worry about booking hotels ahead of time to give us flexibility, so when night came, we pulled into a Holiday Inn in San Louis Obispo and asked for a room. Under the guise of saving money, I told the concierge we were fine with one bed. We brought our bags into the room and picked our sides of the bed, then he said we should change out of our salty clothes and dropped his trunks right in front of me without turning around. This was unlike us, and I couldn't tell if it was sexual or just trying to male bond, but I went with it and did the same. I hadn't seen dad's dick since I could remember, though not for lack of trying. It was damn sexy. We were both cut, and I could see the family resemblance: we both had medium-sized balls with shafts that hung down a little past them. Dad's bush was grey, mine was light brown. My dad's cock was a magnet to my eyes, and I had to fight myself to not stare. I saw him glance for more than a moment at mine, then look away. He got a pair of white briefs on, but now that I'd seen his dick I could make it out clearly through the fabric. I had bought some of his brand because it made my horny knowing we were wearing the same underwear, and as I slipped them on, he said "Nice choice" with a wink. I stammered, "They were on sale," but I think we both knew that's not why I bought them or why I picked them to wear in this moment. We both got dressed and headed to the hotel restaurant, where we had a good dinner and a couple more drinks each. I'm a whiskey guy, and Dad joined me. By the end of the hour, we were both two drinks in and feeling pretty relaxed again. At the end of dinner, he asked me what we should do and I said "The pool's open for another hour, let's hit it, then see if we can find a movie on TV or something." We walked back to the room to put on our suits again, both of us swaying a little. When we got in the room, we both stripped fully in front of each other before we found the suits we were changing into--we were getting bolder. We pulled on our trunks, grabbed towels, and I suggested, "let's grab drinks for the hot tub!" Dad was on board, so we each grabbed two mini-bottles of Jameson and headed out. We were the only ones in the pool area. Dad turned on the jets while I hopped in. The hot water felt amazing after the sun and the drinks and I found myself instantly relaxed. Dad hopped in and took a seat right next to me, not across like I expected him to. Our knees were touching. I tensed up for a moment, then let my leg rest on his. We sat there for a few minutes, sipping our Jamesons and relaxing. The hot water and the whiskey combined, and I didn't hesitate to rest my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me and my hand fell on his leg. I let it rest there, and Dad put his other hand on top of mine. He let out a deep, relaxed sigh and I did the same in return. He stroked my hand with his and played with my shoulder with his other one. I had no idea if this was sexual, but I was in Heaven. After a few more minutes, the jets timed out and we could suddenly see underwater. We both looked down and saw our matching boners tenting out our trunks. We were too drunk and relaxed for it to be awkward. He laughed and said "Like father, like son." I laughed too and gave a little thrust. He echoed me, and then we went back to holding each other, looking without shame at each other's bulges. At 11:00, some of the lights went out and we realized the pool was closing. He hugged my shoulder to wake me up and we both stumbled out of the hot tub, still sporting wood. We stood facing each other and dried ourselves off, neither taking his eyes off the other person. We both took our time with our towels, drying slowly and saving our trunks for last. We were in sync, and together we finally pawed at our cocks with our towels, drying ourselves thoroughly and taking in the other person. A hotel worker came out to close the pool and we wrapped our towels around our waists and headed back to the room once again. "I want to rinse off that chlorine," Dad said when we got in the door. "Me too, but you go first." "We're just rinsing off, come in with me." Dad went into the bathroom and started the shower up. I followed him in as he felt the water temperature and stepped in once it was steaming. We were both still in our trunks and our cocks had deflated from the walk back to the room. I stepped in earnestly behind him and he took me by the shoulders and rotated us so I could have the water. He took a step out of the tub to grab the soap from the counter, unwrapped it, and started lathering himself up. He passed the soap to me when we had enough in his hands and I turned off the water to lather up myself. When I had some suds in my hand, I put my hand to Dad's face and gave him a beard. He laughed and did the same to me. I turned around to turn the water back on, but before I could, Dad started massaging my back. His hands felt amazing and I let out a small moan. "This OK?" he asked. "It feels great," I said. His hands worked their way down my back, kneading at my muscles and making me feel amazing. I was at full mast again by the time he made it down to my waist. Without saying a word, he slipped his thumbs under my waistband and slid my trunks down. I stepped out of them, and he picked them up, his face coming right next to my naked butt. He lathered them up too, washing them, then reached past me and hung them on the shower head. He then returned his hands to my lower back and began to knead my butt cheeks. It felt amazing and as his hands got further and further into my crack, I moaned again. He lingered, then moved down to massage the backs of my legs, right down to my ankles. Once he was done, he gave me a little swat on the butt and said, "OK, now you do me." As I turned around, Dad saw my hard cock for the first time since puberty. He openly took me in for a moment, while I took in the obscene tent in his trunks, then he turned around and I lathered up my hands. I started at his neck, being gentler with him than he was with me at the start. More sensual. I smoothed out his skin, rubbing the soap in and clearing out the chlorine. The top of his shoulders, his shoulder blades, the valley between them. Taking my time. His armpits. That hair. His soft moans as I worked my way down that beautiful back. When I got to his trunks, I did what he'd just taught me: hooked my fingers and slowly dragged them down. He stepped out and I bent over to pick them up the same as him, resting my face on his beautiful ass cheek for a wonderful moment. Before lathering them up, I held them up to my nose and inhaled deeply. They didn't smell like him, just chlorine and soap. Dad looked around, took in what I was doing, and turned back to the wall to await the return of my hands. I lathered his suit up and hung it with mine, then came back to his waist and started groping my dad's beautiful ass. Just like him, I worked my way slowly into his crack. Just like him, I didn't touch the hole, just ran the side of my hand down the crack. He moaned again. I smelled my hand after that, and it smelled like him. I massaged his butt more, leaning my weight into him and grunting a little as I did. I followed his pattern to the T: massaged the back of his legs, then slapped his ass and turned around to get the water back on. It was my turn to stare when I turned to face him again: I saw Dad fully hard for the first time in my life. It was beautiful, just like I'd always imagined. Pink head with a slight ridge, shaft that was a nice handful and not too veiny. The family resemblance was undeniable hard as well as soft. I stared for a long moment, him looking at me looking at him, then dipped my head under the shower head and rinsed off. I grabbed him by the shoulders and rotated us the same way he had done, but now both naked and hard, our cocks brushed each other on the way. We both exhaled quickly at the touch, then he rinsed off. When he was clean, he turned off the water and opened the shower curtain. I got out and grabbed us both towels. When I started to dry myself off, he stopped me and started to dry me off himself. It was like the soap except this time he was rubbing the front of me. He started by rubbing the towel over my head, then moved on to my shoulders. He took more time than he needed to, and I was thankful for every moment. When he got to my cock, still raging hard, he took it in his hand through the towel and gave it one long stroke, drying it off. I held my breath. It was amazing. Then he tenderly but firmly dried off my balls, cradling them through the towel as well. Then one leg and another, then he told me to turn around and he gave my back a quick rundown, making sure to swipe a towel-covered hand down my ass crack and to my taint. When I was thoroughly dry, again he said, "My turn." I grabbed the other towel and again showed him what he'd taught me in the last two minutes. Head, shoulders, pecs, nipples, abs, waist, and finally a hold on his cock fir the first time. It felt so natural, so right in my hand. One long, yearning tug and I moved onto his balls and legs. When I tugged his cock, I looked him in the eyes and he met me and I swear there never was a connection like that one. He turned around and I got his back, including his crack and taint and at the end I kissed him between the shoulder blades and said "All done" and opened the door to the bedroom. Dad went straight for the bed without putting on a stitch. We locked eyes again, smiled mischievous smiles at each other, and I went for my side and jumped under the covers to meet him. Facing each other, pillow to pillow, he said "I'm so glad we're on this trip together." "Me too. I've missed you and I've always wanted to be close to you and I've never known how." "Me too, baby," he said as he wrapped his arms around my head and pulled me in. We shifted and he ended up on his back with me on top of him, straddling one of his legs. I put all my weight on him and our cocks pressed against each other. We both closed our eyes and laid there, still and close and peaceful, for eternity.