A Trip To The Beach

by Greg Bowden



I've lived with my dad for about three and a half years now, ever since I turned fourteen and mom's boyfriend decided he was too young to be the father of a teenager. Mom, for her part, decided I was at an age where I pretty much needed a father and since pretty-boy couldn't qualify she sent me back to my dad. At the airport she told me to forget all the things she'd said about him over the years and just get to know him. "You'll learn to love him," she said. "Just give him a chance."

It was strange at first, living with a guy I hardly knew and who, it had been implied for a number of years, was a son-of-a-bitch. But we worked it out and found that we actually liked each other after a month or two.

The summer I was seventeen dad decided we should take some vacation time so we could go somewhere and spend some time together. It was hot in Phoenix so we decided to go over to the coast and stay somewhere on the beach.

We didn't have a reservation anywhere and when we got to the coast just about everything was taken. I thought we might have to go back home but dad finally found us a place which turned out to be perfect. They only had the one room available, on the top floor, and it only had one bed but it had a balcony that looked out on the beach and a marble bathroom with a huge shower and a fireplace too. We figured that we could always look for something else if sleeping in the same bed didn't work out so we took it.

We spent the afternoon on the beach, dad reading and me mostly trying to get the hang of body surfing. We went to dinner at a steak place which was also right on the beach. We got to sit outside, almost on the sand, and had great steaks and ice cream for dessert.

After dinner we talked about going to a movie but we weren't really in the mood so we took a walk instead. When we got back to our room dad looked at the fireplace and gave a shrug. "What the hell," he said, "we're paying for it, might as well use it." Once he had the fire going of course it was too hot in the room so we opened the balcony doors and let some of the sea air in.

"This is great," dad said from the balcony. "No one can see in so we can leave the doors open all night if we want."

There wasn't anything on TV so we got out our books and sat down to read. That lasted for maybe fifteen minutes before dad began to yawn and "rest his eyes." I wasn't much better off so we decided to call it a night and go to bed. Dad showered first and came out of the bathroom in a pair of red stripped boxer shorts. For a 42 year old guy my dad looks pretty good in shorts. The hair on his chest and legs looked almost gold in the firelight and even that little bit of gray on his head faded into a kind of blond color.

While I was in the shower I thought about my dad and how good looking he was. I wondered how he'd look naked and then realized that I'd seen Coach Bowers completely naked lots of times but I'd never seen my own dad that way. I started to get hard so I shut the hot water off and stood in the cold until it was under control.

When I finished drying I wrapped the towel around me, picked up my clothes and went out to the bedroom. Dad was turning back the bed. "You ready?" he asked.

"I guess." I dropped my towel and turned back the cover on my side.

"Hey, when did you start sleeping in the buff?"

"At camp. All the guys sleep this way. Besides, it's more comfortable."

"It sure is." He grinned at me and pushed his boxers down. "I guess I can too, then." He folded his shorts, put them on a chair and started to get in bed.

"Hey, how come you're not cut?" I hadn't meant to say that but it slipped out anyway.

"Huh?" He looked puzzled for a moment and then looked down at himself. "You mean..." He looked over at me, at my dick, and then back at himself. "Well, I guess... I guess because they didn't do that much when I was born. Unless you were Jewish."

"I'm not Jewish. Am I?"

Dad stood there and looked at me like I was crazy. Then I guess he caught on. "Oh, you mean because you're circumcised? No. That doesn't make you Jewish."

I looked down at myself and then at him. We sure looked different. He's a little bigger than me but that wasn't what I was looking at. I couldn't see the head of his dick; the shaft just came down and was kind of squared off at the end. With me, the shaft came down and ended with a dark pink head, kind of helmet shaped.

"Uh... do we have to do this inspection thing standing or can we at least get in... uh, on..." He shrugged. "You know what I mean."

I tossed the cover all the way back and got on the bed. He followed, resting his back against the pillow next to me.

"Okay," he said, stretching his legs out. "I suppose you want to know why you're circumcised?"

I nodded. "Yea, that's part of it."

He gave me a funny look but then he nodded. "Well, I guess the main reason is that they just did it. I mean, no one asked or anything, they just assumed we wanted it done and they did it. I asked the doctor about it and he said circumcision was just a matter of routine and they did it to all the boys." He shrugged. "So you got circumcised."

We sat in silence, him thinking and me looking at his dick. After a while he said, "You mind very much? The doctor said you'd feel more comfortable in the locker room `cause all the other guys would be circumcised too."

I nodded. "I guess there's one or two who aren't but he was right. Most of the guys are." We sat for a little longer before I asked, "How does it work?"

"Huh? How does what work?" He knew what I meant but I guess he wanted to hear it out loud.

"Your..." I couldn't think of the polite word for it. "You know. Your dick."

He smiled but he blushed a little too. "Just like everyone else's I guess. No different from yours." He looked down at his dick and then over at mine. "Oh! You mean with the extra skin. That doesn't really make a lot of difference. Except that the head's covered up."

I looked more closely at it. I could see the outline of the head but it was completely covered. "How do you pee that way? I mean how do you aim it when it's all covered up?"

He laughed and tousled my hair with his hand. "No, no, son. When I pee I pull the skin back a bit and aim just like everyone else."

"Can I see?"

"You want to see how I pee?"

"Yeah. How does the skin pull back?"

He looked at me for a moment and then took his dick in his hand. "Okay... I guess." He turned and looked at me. "This is kind of embarrassing, you know, son? I mean, I can't remember ever showing this off to anyone before. You... sure?"

"Yeah. I want to see."

He slowly slid the skin on the shaft of his dick back, toward the base. As he did, a little bit of the head came out. "There. See?" He laughed a little bit. "Now I can pee as good as anyone."

A sudden thought occurred to me. "Does it ever come out all the way?"

"The head? Oh, sure. I just have to pull the skin all the way back."

"Do it."

He pulled back on the skin more, until the whole head was out and the skin was piled up behind it. The head was light pink and looked wet. It was smoother looking than mine too. He let go of the shaft and the skin began to slowly swallow up the head again.

Somehow this had all begun to seem so normal, almost... I don't know, almost ordinary: a father teaching his son some physiology or something. When the head was completely covered I looked up at him and said, "Can I do it?"

"May I do it." His automatic response only made the scene more ordinary. Then he did a kind of double take. "Do what?"

I looked back at his dick. "Pull the skin back. So I can see how it works."

Dad looked at me for a long time, thinking. Then he shrugged and said, "I guess. If you're sure you want to." He let go of his dick and spread his legs a little wider.

My arm shook a little as I reached over and took his dick in my hand. When I closed my fingers around it it felt very warm and somehow alive. "How... how do I do it?"

"I'll just let you figure that out," he said with a laugh.

I squeezed down on it and pulled back just a little.

"No, no," dad said, taking my hand in his. "You don't have to pull it, you just help it slide back. It really moves very easily. See?" I loosened my grip and he guided my hand back.

I was fascinated, seeing the head slowly emerge from its fold of skin. He let go of my hand and I moved it back until it was against his hair. There seemed to be more so I moved my hand back up the shaft and pulled it back until all the skin was at the bottom of the shaft. When it was, I slowly moved it all back, until the head was completely covered. Then I did it again.

"What happens when you get... well when you get hard?" I slid the skin back again and then let go. "Does the head come out or is it still covered?"

Dad grinned at me. "Keep doing that and you're bound to find out."

"Can I? You don't mind?"

He sighed. "I guess not, seeing as we're this far into it."

I moved the skin back and forth along the shaft four or five times and I felt it swell in my hand. I thought how alive it felt, moving in my hand, stretching and rising up. I let it go and it stood straight out between his legs. He flexed it and it bobbed up towards his belly and then fell back, waiving just above the bed. I took it in my hand again and felt its hardness and bulk. I thought it was the biggest dick I had ever seen. When I took hold of my own to compare I was surprised to find that I was as hard as dad was.

"It's not as big as you thought it would be, is it?" He reached over and took my dick in his hand, squeezing it just a little. "I'd say they're about the same except that yours is still growing."

That stopped me for a second. "You think so? Really?"

"Hey, don't get your hopes up too high. It's not going to be a monster but yeah, I think it'll probably grow a little more over the next couple of years. Enough to show me up." He laid back against his pillow and let out a little groan. "I assume you know what's going to happen if you keep doing that." He nodded at my hand, still sliding the skin up and down his dick.

I nodded and didn't stop.

"Well then I guess turn around is fair play." He ran his hand up and down my dick a couple of times and then looked at me. "Do you... ah use lubricant or hand cream or anything?"


"You bring it with you?"


When I didn't move he took my hand off his dick and said, "Well, go get it. This thing isn't going anywhere. But hurry. If I have too much time to think about this I'll probably chicken out."

I hopped out of bed and dug the lube out of my suitcase. Back in bed I pushed my pillow up and sat against it like he was. When I handed him the bottle he said, "No. Show me how."

I took his hand and poured some of the lube in it and then wrapped it around my dick. "Like this?" he asked, slowly slipping his fist up and down my dick.

"Oh, yeah. But not fast. I... I want to wait until you're ready." I took his dick back in my hand started sliding all that skin up and down his shaft.

"It won't take as long as you might think, son. It's been a long time since someone did that to me and it..." He groaned and laid his head back against the pillow. "It feels very good."

It felt very good to me, too. His dick had become hard as an iron bar but the skin was still velvety and slid so easily up and down the shaft. I found he liked it if I squeezed just slightly when my fingers slipped over the ridge of the head. I was so focused on his dick that it came as a surprise that I was about to come. I grabbed dad's hand and stopped him but it was too late. My dick just seemed to explode and spray cum everywhere. My orgasm was so intense I thought I might pass out and it went on and on. Dad was wonderful and kept helping it along until my dick was so sensitive I had to make him stop.

"Wow," he said, still holding my dick, "I'd forgotten how much a guy your age shoots out." He rubbed his other hand over his chest and then spread my cum over his dick. "When you're ready, let's try some of that and see how it is."

I began to stroke him again and with the slick cum my whole hand seemed to glide over him. His breathing changed and he moaned a little. "Oh, yeah, that's it. Do it just like that." And then he came, not as much as I had but still a lot. His didn't shoot out as far as mine had either. After a bit he put his hand on mine and stopped me.

"Enough, son, enough." We stayed like that for a long time, me holding on to his dick and him holding my hand still. Finally he looked over at me and grinned. "Looks like we need another shower, huh?"

Without asking I got in the shower with him and we washed each other. Naturally I got hard even before he ran the soap over my body but he stayed mostly soft even when I took his dick in my hand and started washing it. I loved the feel of his dick in my hand and washed it for a long time.

"Hey, you trying to wash it completely away?" he laughed, stopping my hand.

"No! I just like to hold it, that's all." I looked up at him and he smiled so I figured it was okay and he wasn't going to make me stop.

"Well if you're going to scrub it you might as well learn to do it right." He showed me how to pull the foreskin back and gently wash the part that's usually covered. Then, when we got out, he showed me how to gently dry him there and then cover it with the skin again.

"You mind the doors open?" he asked as we climbed into bed.

"Not if you don't. It's nice, hearing the ocean."

"Well then, unless you need to talk, let's get some shut eye." He turned and looked at me. "You don't, do you? Need to talk about... well, about... anything?"

I thought I knew what he was asking so I just shook my head. There didn't seem to be anything to talk about.

"Okay. Well, good night son." He ruffled up my hair and turned over. He was asleep in about seven seconds. It took me only a couple more.

I guess it was because of the open doors but it got cold in the room during the night and we just naturally pressed up against each other for the warmth. Around four in the morning I woke up a little and found myself pressed against his back, my dick nestled in the crack between his buns and my arm around him, his dick in my hand. It felt so good, being so close to him and feeling his dick, heavy in my hand but not really hard.

I was though. As hard as I could remember being.

Dad shifted a little and it felt so good, my dick moving slightly between his buns. I tried a very gentle little movement and dad pressed back against me. I tried it again and he started to get hard in my hand.

Every time I moved he pushed back against me until we had a little rhythm going. I also started moving my hand on his dick, slowly jacking him off.

I froze when he lifted his head because I thought he was going to tell me to get away from him and let him sleep. What he did, though, was say in a very sleepy voice, "If you're going to do that son, you'd better get some of that hand cream."

At first I didn't know what he meant. Then he pushed back against me and I figured it out. I didn't want to let go of his dick or move away from him but I had to do both to get the lotion, which I'd left on the bedside stand. I got it and spread quite a lot of it on my dick and wiped some along his crack. Then I settled back against him and took his cock in my slicked up hand.

"Oh, yeah," he whispered. "That's nice."

He began to squirm around and then reached back and pushed me away a little so he could get hold of my dick. Then he backed up to me and suddenly my dick was pressing into him, into his ass. It was about the best thing I'd ever felt.

"Go slow," dad whispered. "It's been a long time."

When I was all the way inside him I was afraid I'd come but we laid still for a while and I was okay. Then he started bucking, pushing back on me and then pulling forward. When I finally figured out that he was also pushing his dick in and out of my slick hand I kind of took over and began stroking in him and stroking his dick at the same time.

After a very short while he put his hand on mine and made me stop. "I'm so close, too close, son. Let's just let it rest a bit."

I pushed into him as far as I could and then lay quietly, feeling the heat of being in him.

It seemed to me that we stayed that way for a long time but I don't think it was. Dad turned his head just a little and whispered, "It's not working, son. I'm going to come. I can't help it. I'm going to come.

And he did, his dick pulsing and shaking in my hand. I tried to help him, keep it going but all I could really do is shake and have hot and cold chills from my own orgasm. And again, it went on and on and on.

When it was over and were breathing normally, dad reached up and ruffled my hair again. "Go back to sleep, son."

I wanted to say something but I was suddenly so sleepy that I just drifted off, still inside him.

Sometime later I must have slipped out of him because I woke with my back pressed against his chest and his arm around me. It was a long time before I could convince myself that it had happened at all.

"You awake?" Dad moved and I felt his dick up against my butt.

"Yeah. Just barely." I looked at the bedside clock. It was almost eight.

Dad moved again and turned on his back. I did the same and looked at the bulge in the sheet at his crotch. He caught me looking and said, "Yeah. I know. You too."

I looked at myself and saw that I had quite a bulge at my crotch also. I reached down and felt it and then reached for dad's.

"Oh, no," he said rolling away from me. "No more until we've had breakfast and talked a little." I moved a little towards him and he put up his hand. "No, I mean it. We're going to take showers, separately, and then go have breakfast. And talk." He looked at me and smiled. "You want to go first?"

I nodded, got out of bed and went into the bathroom. When I came out, showered and shaved, I saw dad had stripped the bed and was wearing his boxers. He smiled at me, said, "Next!" and went into the bathroom.

We went back to the place we'd had dinner the night before and sat in a corner on the deck. Dad didn't say much but he kept looking at me with an almost puzzled expression. Finally I decided just to go for it.

"I guess that... Well, last night, do you suppose that makes us queers?"

He looked at me and smiled. "I don't know. Maybe yes and no?"

"And that means?"

Our breakfast came and we waited until the waitress finished serving and went away. By that time, though, the aroma of the food got to both of us and we realized how hungry we were. We ate pretty much in silence with an occasional comment on the food was.

When the table had been cleared and we had fresh cups of coffee I asked him again, "What did you mean by `maybe yes and no'?"

He looked out at the beach. "Well, I think for a guy your age what happened last night doesn't mean a whole lot. I mean, guys go through phases sometimes, experimenting, you know? Figuring out who they are or trying out something different or maybe just getting their rocks off because they're horny." He turned and looked at me. "See what I mean? Now it could be that you're gay or maybe bisexual or straight as an arrow. But whichever, last night doesn't prove anything."

I thought about that for a minute or two. What he said seemed right. "Okay but what about the `maybe yes' part?"

He looked back at the beach. "Well son, as I'm sure you figured out a while back, I am gay." He looked back to me. "You did know that, didn't you?"

I didn't. It had never occurred to me. I guess he could see that by the expression on my face."

"Whoa there son, is this new information?"

"Well, kind of." I looked him in the eye. "I never thought about it, dad. I just never thought about it."

He thought for a long moment. "Well, I guess that puts a little different light on last night, doesn't it?"

I didn't know what that meant either so I just said, "Not for me."

Dad stood up. "Come on, son. Let's take a walk along the beach."

We took off our shoes and walked along the line of the surf. Dad finally broke the silence. "You know son? I've known I was gay... or at least different from the other guys since I was ten or eleven. By the time I was a little older than you are now I'd begun to figure out how I was different. It wasn't talked about much in those days which was probably good because two young guys could fool around together and that's all it was, just fooling around."

"Then... If you knew you were gay, why'd you marry mom?"

He stopped and looked at me. "Two reasons, one of which should be obvious."

"Obvious?" As usual lately I didn't have a clue as to what he was talking about.

He smiled at me and started walking again. "Well, maybe not. Reason number one was you, of course. Even at the age of twenty I knew I wanted to be a father. I wanted someone I could love and show the world to. Someone like you." He reached out and ruffled my hair. "The other reason was that I loved your mother."

That really confused me. "But... But you were..."

"Gay? Yeah I was but I'd never really done anything serious about it and your mother was a sweet, kind person and we got along well. I figured with a family I'd be okay. Maybe a little frustrated sometimes but what the hell, everyone's frustrated sometimes."


He gave me a hard look. "You sure you want to know all this?"

I really did. This stuff was all new to me but strangely familiar. "Yeah."

"Well, a couple of years after you were born your mom met a guy who... I don't know, who swept her off her feet I guess. Anyway, she went off to Cleveland to live with him. I wanted to keep you but she, and the court, were having none of it so you went to Cleveland too."

"Wow. That's not the way I heard it."

We kept walking, dad looking straight ahead. "Oh? And how did you hear it?"

"Mom said you were irresponsible and that's why I had to stay with her in Cleveland. When I asked her why you were always writing me letters and sending me presents she said you probably felt bad about leaving her.

"How come we've never talked about this? I mean, you've been living with me for a couple of years now. Time enough for it to come up."

"When mom sent me out to you she told me never to talk about this stuff. She said you'd be mad and I should just keep quiet and start all over with you." I shrugged. "So I did. Living with you was a heck of a lot better than living with mom and that pretty-boy in Cleveland and I didn't want to..." I had to smile. "Ah... To queer the deal."

Dad let out a whoop of laughter. "That's good, son. Very, very good."

"But anyway, when did you... Well, do something?"

Dad put his arm around my shoulder. "Well, I tell you, son. About a year after you and your mom went off to Cleveland I met a guy. We got to be friends and that led to the other stuff. He was very caring, very gentle and very loving. Pretty quick it all made sense to me."

"But what..."

Dad stopped and looked at me. "Later, son. Later. This is a vacation so let's do some vacation stuff. Your choice. Drive down the coast, lie on the beach, go to a movie, whatever. This is your day and we'll do whatever you want." He gave me a grin and a wink. "Of course you should probably choose carefully because tomorrow is my day to choose and you probably don't want to spend the entire day in the modern art museum looking at strange pictures."

I thought for a minute. I might be overstepping but I was willing to take the risk. "Okay. What I really want to do is more of... of what we did last night."

He looked at me like he didn't know what I was talking about. Then I guess it hit him. "You mean spend the day... having sex? Together?"

I nodded. "That's what I want. I want to try stuff... stuff we haven't done yet." He got an odd grin on his face. "And I don't care if we do have to go to some dumb old museum tomorrow."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, if that's what you want." He ruffled my hair. "I guess I was right. You're a horny kid who wants to get his rocks off."

In the hotel he put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, set the lock and took the spread off the bed. "Like I said last night when you were "inspecting" my dick, this is probably going to get embarrassing." He looked over at me. "Well, at least for me. How shall we start?"

"I want to undress you."

He came around the bed, stood directly in front of me and spread his arms. "Undress away."

I made him bend down so I could pull his polo shirt over his head. I put the shirt on a chair and asked him to sit on the bed so I could get his shoes off. His socks came next, neatly balled up and stuffed in his shoes. I asked him to stand then and took the top button on his jeans in my fingers. My hand was steady but I was shaking in my head. Was I really doing this, really undressing my dad? I looked up and he smiled.

Yeah, I was. Undressing my dad.

I popped the button and then the next two in line. His jeans slid a little way down his thighs and there was the top of his red striped boxers, the ones he'd almost worn to bed the night before. I opened another button and his jeans slid down his legs. Before I could think about it I squatted down and tugged at the waistband of his boxers and they slid down too. He carefully lifted first one leg and then the other so I could strip them all the way off.

With the jeans and shorts out of the way he was naked and I was squatting in front of him with his dick about three inches from my face. I leaned in and kissed it.

"Oh no, not yet," he said putting his hands under my arms and pulling me up. "You've got to be naked to do that." He pulled my tee shirt over my head then sat me on the bed and took my shoes off. "I don't know how the hell you can wear those things without socks," he said and pushed me back onto the bed. He untied the string in my board shorts and pulled them off. "No underwear? How do you get away with that when you're hard most of the time? Like now."

"The shorts are loose and I'm not huge like you. Now can I kiss it?"

He pushed me back further on the bed and then got on his hands and knees on top of me. He slowly moved up, dragging his dick along my body until it was resting on my chin. "Yes, son, you may kiss it."

I took hold of it and kissed it right on the end. Then I took it in my mouth and felt it grow and become very hard. I tasted a musky, salt taste as I tried to get my tongue under his foreskin and knew immediately it was his pre-cum. It tasted wonderful.

"I have an idea, son. Let me turn around so I can do that to you, too."

We ended up on our sides and I almost came when he took my dick in his mouth. I'd never felt anything like it and I let his dick slip out of my mouth while I was fighting not to come. At that dad let go of me and rolled on his back. "Sensory overload son?"

"Uh... Yeah. I can't... You know, I don't know what to feel and I loose track of what I'm doing."

"Common problem for us all my boy. I tell you what," He moved around so he was kneeling between my legs. "Your recovery time is probably a lot shorter than mine so let's do this first." He ducked down and took my dick in his mouth and ran his tongue all around the head. Then he just took it all in and I could feel something, his throat I guess, closing down on me. I let go and began floating on a cloud of pleasure.

"Shit, dad, where did you learn to do that?"

He pulled off my dick and looked up at me. "Don't use that word around me, son. Ever." He took my dick back in his mouth for a second and then pulled off again. "I learned it through a lot of practice. Now shut up and enjoy it." He went back down on me and did the swallowing trick again.

When I began to make some noise he came off my dick and started licking and playing with my balls. It drove me wild but let me back off a little, too. Then he went back to my cock and brought me right back up. He did this three times before he pushed me over the edge and let me come. When he did it was the very best orgasm I'd ever had. And the longest lasting.

He kept my dick in his mouth for a long time, just letting it rest there. When he finally let it slip out of his mouth he moved up the bed and looked at me. "Does that thing ever get soft?" he asked, rubbing his hand over my belly.

"Sure it does, only not when it's in your mouth."

We lay there for a little bit, touching each other, exploring each other's body. I loved the feel of the curly hair on his chest and found I could make him growl and squirm when I played with his nipples. His dick was very hard and felt enormous in my hand. I got him to roll over on his back so I could sit on his thighs and compare, holding our dicks against each other.

"See?" he said, putting his hand on mine. "They're almost the same except for that extra skin I have." He moved my hand and I couldn't believe how good it felt, jacking two dicks with one hand. Catching my smile he said, "Feels good, doesn't it? Hard to tell which dick is who's."

I nodded and looked at him. A thought had been running around in my head for quite a while and I wondered it I should ask him. On impulse I decided not to, to just do it. I dropped forward on my arms and kissed him. On the mouth. A chill went through me when I felt his moustache rub along my upper lip. He let go of our dicks, put his hands on either side of my face and lifted me away.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked in a low voice. "I mean..." He stopped and looked in my eyes. ""You really want this?"

I didn't even think about it. "Oh, yeah, I really do. Please?"

He brought my lips back to his and nuzzled me with his moustache. Then his lips parted a little and my tongue slid into his mouth. I let out a groan and found his tongue. We played around a little and then he began sucking on my tongue, the way he'd sucked on my dick. It was wonderful.

When I had to pull away to catch my breath dad grinned at me. "You like that as much as I did?"

I didn't answer, I just lowered my head and sucked his tongue into my mouth. I raised myself up on my knees and felt his dick slide back across my balls and through my legs. When I felt it touch my ass it was like it was electric and little waves of shock went through my body. I pushed back on it, feeling the head press against my hole.

"Oh, no." Dad stopped kissing me and held my face away from his. "I think I know what you have in mind and it isn't going to happen. Really." I bent down to kiss him again but he turned his head and said, "No, I mean it."

"But you let me..."

"I know but I'm... Well, I guess I'm older and a lot more experienced at this."

I grinned at him. "So who better to teach me? Besides it's my day and you said we would do whatever I wanted."

He turned serious. "But I didn't mean... I didn't mean what you seem to have in mind. Look, this has all been pretty easy and it's all felt good. What you want to do won't feel good at all and it'll hurt. Trust me on this. It will hurt and hurt a lot."

That puzzled me. "Then why would anyone do it? Why did you do it? Last night."

He thought for a little and then pulled me down into a kiss. When we broke it he said, "Probably because it's been a long time since I've done it and I like it very much." He lifted his finger to my lips to silence me. "When you first do that it involves a whole lot more than just... Well, more than just sticking a cock up your ass. First of all you have to have absolute trust in the owner of that cock. Second you have to be ready for it and you have to want it more than anything you've ever wanted. It also helps if you have a lot of emotional feeling for your partner and he's not built too big. It's not something you do when you're just playing around. At least not the first few times you do it."

I slid down his body and took his dick in my mouth. He rested his hands on the back of my head and groaned. I probed his pee slit and found I could slip my tongue under his foreskin, between it and the head of his dick. He really liked that.

When I took more of his dick in my mouth I thought I was going to gag. I guess he caught this because he raised up a little and said, "Deep breaths, son. Through your nose." I did that and it was okay. After a while I managed to get his whole dick in my mouth and throat and he really liked that, especially when I tried to swallow on it. I liked it too, especially feeling his wiry hair on my nose.

When I pulled off a little way I took all his skin with me so it was all bunched up over the head. Then I held my mouth still and slowly pulled the skin back down the shaft. When I had just the naked head in my mouth I sucked the skin back up.

Dad's breathing got more and more ragged until he gasped and said, "That's it, son. I'm going to come. Now."

I kept rubbing my tongue across the underside of the head and suddenly my mouth was full of his cum. He was moaning and rolling his head around on the pillow and mumbling some stuff I couldn't understand. I stayed down on him until he grabbed my head and held it still. When he let go I slid back down on him, holding him in my mouth the same way he had held me. I got a better reaction though. He went almost completely soft in my mouth.

He pulled me up so I was stretched out on top of him and we kissed. After a while he asked if I was hungry—for lunch. When I thought about it I was so we took a shower, got dressed and went out.


"Fried shrimp?"

"Yeah, fried shrimp. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all. I just thought you'd want... I don't know, burgers, fries, that sort of thing."

I grinned at him. "No way. We're on vacation so I get to eat nice."

We ended up at a pretty nice place that the hotel recommended. I got my shrimp and a glass of iced tea and dad had scallops and a beer. After lunch dad insisted we go for a swim so we went back to the hotel to get our suits. He wouldn't let me play with his dick while we were changing because he said, he couldn't get his bathing suit on over a hard-on. I put on board shorts because they pretty much hid mine.

We swam and got to playing around, ducking each other and racing. Every time dad ducked me I managed to get my hand on his dick and when it came time to get out of the water we had to wait until he got soft again.

Out of the water we lay in the sand and watched the other people on the beach. When I couldn't stand it any longer I turned on my side and said, "I really want to do it, dad. I... I really want to feel you inside me." He started to say something but I shook my head. "No dad, hear me out." He gave a large sigh but nodded for me to go ahead.

"I thought about what you said this morning and I can see that it makes sense. Like you said, I need to have feeling for the guy that first does it and I have to trust him with my life. Except for the small dick thing, who does that sound like to you?"


"No, wait. I love you dad. Not like other guys love their dads, I've known that for a while now. You know. I... I just love you. And would I trust you with my life? I already have, at least for the last four years."


"No. No buts about it." He laughed which broke the tension. I held up my hand and ticked the points off on my fingers. "One: I really, really want to. Two: I love you with all my heart. Three: I trust you. Completely. Four: While your dick is pretty good sized it isn't exactly huge. So see? Unless it's that you don't love me or don't trust me, there's no reason not to do it." I reached out and touched his shoulder. "And lots of reasons to do it."

He lay very still on the sand, looking at me and thinking. Then he shrugged and quietly said, "Okay."

Without another word we picked up out towels and went back to the hotel.

We took separate showers and when I came out dad had pulled the bed covers back and opened the doors to the balcony, to let in a warm breeze. He was standing in the middle of the room, naked and with the beginning of a hard-on. He walked up to me, took me in his arms and said, "I'll ask this only one more time. Are you sure about this?"

I put my arms around his neck and kissed him for a long time.

When we broke he said, "Okay. I get the message."

We got on the bed and he pulled me up on top of him. "The first time is easier this way. You have the control and can go at your own pace." We kissed for a while and I felt him get hard between us. I sat up and felt it slip into my ass crack. The feel of it there was very exciting and I wondered if this could really get better.

"Here." Dad handed me a tube of jelly and smiled. "Hope springs eternal so I always carry this in my shaving kit." The stuff felt very slick on my fingers, better even than the hand cream. I raised up, spread some on his dick and then sat back, trapping it between my buns again. When I rocked back and forth a few times dad smiled and moaned a little.

If it was good for him it was fantastic for me. His dick slid along my crack and made me terribly excited; I wanted him inside me in the worst way. I raised up and reached behind me, positioning the head of his dick so it was pressing against my hole. When I tried to sit back nothing happened, I couldn't seem to relax myself.

"Two things," dad said, never taking his eyes off mine. "Push out, like you're on the toilet, and take a very deep breath through your mouth."

I did both those things and suddenly the head of his dick was inside me. I waited for the pain but it wasn't there; all I could feel was dad inside me. I lowered myself some more and by the time I was sitting on him, feeling his wiry hair on my ass, I was so full of him that I thought I might explode. Dad never looked away from my eyes and I think he saw it coming. Neither of us moved, neither of us said anything but I felt it from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, this hugeness growing in me, taking me some place I'd never been.

We let it happen all by itself and it seemed to take a long time until it took all of me, until there was nothing left of me but that pleasure. I guess I came but I don't remember that. What I do remember is the great release of pleasure and the look in dad's eyes, a combination of love, surprise, gratitude and his own pleasure.

After a long while dad asked if my legs were cramping up and I told him they were. He helped me lift up and he slipped out of me, leaving me empty. "Here, lie on your back with this pillow under you." I did and he came into me again, on top of me with my legs wrapped around his hips. We kissed for a long time and then he began moving in me, short strokes that drove me wild. The strokes got longer and the head of his dick kept hitting something inside of me that gave me great pleasure. The feel of dad's belly rubbing my dick as he stroked inside me only made it better and kissing him made it best.

"I think it's my time, son," he said into my mouth. "Being inside you... well I can't... do it any longer." He slid out until just the head was inside me and paused. Then he pushed back in, as deep as he could go, and it started. His dick seemed to swell up even more and I felt it begin to shoot inside of me. Then I came too, shooting my cum up between us.

We lay that way for a long time, until dad went soft and slipped out of me. We dozed together for a time and then took a shower together. He let me play with his dick in the shower and then sucked me while I sat on the bathroom counter. After I came he grinned at me and said, "That's five times you know. In less than twenty-four hours."

I grinned. "Yeah? My personal best is seven."

Dad rolled his eyes. "Personal best?"

"Sure. A lot of the guys kind of keep track, so they can brag. Tom says his best is nine but I think he's lying."


After dinner I looked at my watch. "We'd better hurry. I've only got four hours left."

"Four hours? What... Oh, in your day to do what ever you want." He winked at me and grinned. "What're we going to do, try to break your personal best?"

"Maybe. We'll see." On the way back to the hotel I asked him what we were going to do tomorrow, on his day.

"Well, I thought pretty seriously about the new art museum." He looked over at me and laughed. "But I gave that up in favor of the nude beach. I want to see how you handle having a hard-on in public and no board shorts to hide it in."

Comments and criticisms gratefully accepted and always answered.

Greg Bowden


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