Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2011 23:35:49 +1030 From: Scott Grey Subject: Vacation Show Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. If you shouldn't be reading this, then don't read it. - It was the last night of our family vacation. We'd had an exhausting day, trying to fit in the last of the 'touristy' things before leaving and now I was taking the time to unwind. It was around 10pm, my mother had gone to bed an hour earlier and my father was watching TV in the lounge room, just behind me. I was standing out on the balcony, admiring the city lights spread out before me. I had a pretty decent view, since we were staying on the top floor of a 12 storey apartment block. The night air was still warm from the heat of the day so I hadn't bothered with a shirt, wearing only a loose pair of pyjama bottoms. A gentle breeze caresses my exposed skin as I look out over the city, resting my hands atop the waist high balcony wall. "Anything happening out there?" called my dad during a break in whatever he was watching. I looked over my shoulder to find him staring in my direction. "Not a whole lot, just the city being... a city" I called back, looking down at the cars going by. Dad had just turned 40 a couple of weeks ago, so we were using that as an excuse for the vacation, a sort of 'delayed celebration'. I had to admit, he looked good for his age. Not that 40 is particularly old, but to a 17 year old, it seems like an eternity away. He kept his brown hair cut short, but liked to have a bit of dark stubble along his jaw line. Even though I liked to grow my light blond hair out a little and I didn't have any facial hair, we looked similar enough that people could tell we were father and son at a glance. Our matching light green eyes were probably a dead give away. Dad was also pretty well built. He wasn't massively bulky by any means, but his muscles were well developed. I could see the fabric of his white t- shirt stretching over his pecs even from the other side of the room. He'd kept in shape by playing various sports pretty much his entire life, and I was looking to follow in his footsteps, being as active as possible. Swimming was a particular favourite activity of mine, spending as much time as I could down at the local pool. I think about how good it will feel to get back there, to swim some proper laps without having to dodge hordes of other tourists when I notice something just off to the left. A light had come on in a bedroom in the apartment building across the road from ours, looking to be on the 11th floor. A woman came into view, moving to the bed and sitting on the end of it. It was a little hard to judge her age from across the street, but I estimated her to be in her mid twenties. Whatever her age, she definitely looked good. I mentally cross my fingers, hoping I'm about to get a strip show when something else catches my eye. A second person was entering the room. A man this time, who crosses the room and stops in front of the woman. I feel a familiar twitch in my cock as I pray I'm about to get much more than a simple strip show. Sure enough, the woman's hand moves to the man's crotch and unzips his fly. 'Shit,' I think 'this is really happening!' I continued to watch as the woman pulled the man's cock free of his pants and began to slowly stroke it with her hand. Even from this distance I could tell the man was impressive. It had to at least 10 inches. My own cock was fully erect now, though my 7 inches felt like nothing compared to him. Without really thinking, I called out to my dad. "Hey Dad, come check this out!" I called back over my shoulder. I watched as Dad got out of his chair and made his way out onto the balcony, stepping up beside me. "What's happening?" he asked. "*That's* what's happening!" I said, pointing over at the bedroom where by now the woman had wrapped her mouth around the man's shaft. "Whoa!" Dad said with shock as he took in the scene. The man had now brushed the woman's long blonde hair behind her head and was holding his hands there as he slowly thrust in and out of her mouth. Dad suddenly left the balcony, and I thought maybe I'd offended him somehow by watching this couple. I turned to see where he'd gone before realizing what he was doing. He'd switched off the TV and the lamp, cutting off the only sources of light and was now making his way back to the balcony. "Now no one can see us." He said with a wink as he took up his place next to me again. I grinned back at him before turning back to the action. My hard on was creating a massive tent in my pants that there was no chance of hiding, but I didn't really think there was much point in worrying. I reached down to give my cock a quick squeeze, before stealing a glance at my dad. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and grey tracksuit pants which, I was glad to see, also had a tent forming in them. Looking back across the road, I see the man pulling his shirt over his head, exposing his muscular chest while the woman remained hard at work on his cock. He tosses his shirt aside and runs his hands over his chest, letting his head fall back with the pleasure of it all. He reaches down and starts to tug on the woman's dress, lifting it up. The woman pulls her head back, letting his cock slide out her mouth and I hear my dad gasp. "Look at that monster..." he says in astonishment. "I know," I reply in a slight daze, transfixed at what I'm seeing. "He's gonna fuckin' tear her apart with that thing!" I look over at Dad and let out a small laugh. He grins at me before laughing too. I've never really heard him speak like this before and it adds to the excitement. My cock is throbbing now, my pre-cum forming a wet patch on my pants. I look back over to the bedroom, the woman is now completely naked, and the man pulling off his black boxer-briefs, his cock bouncing with his movements. The woman resumes sucking his cock while the man rests his hands behind of his head, looking like he's the king of the world. "Christ, they're a good lookin' couple." Dad says, leaning over the wall in an attempt to get as close as possible. I glance down again and see the tent in his pants pressing against the wall. When he straightens back up, I see a dark patch where the head of his cock is and grin. He's enjoying this just as much as I am. The man puts his hand under the woman's chin and guides her up to her feet. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her close, trapping his cock between them. He slowly grinds his hips up and down against her. "I hope he fucks her doggy style" I say before I realize it. Dad looks over at me with wide eyes and it occurs to me he's never really heard me speak like this either. I start to feel a little embarrassed before Dad says with a smirk, "I hope she rides him like a bull" I grin back at him and we both turn our attention back to see what happens next. The man pushes the woman back into a sitting position on the bed, and then pushes her down onto her back as he climbs on top of her. He moves his hand down to his massive cock, stroking it up and down before he positions it between her legs. "Looks like he's goin' for the classic missionary position" Dad says, not taking his eyes off the sex. "Oh well, I'm not complaining!" I say back, desperately trying to ignore the throbbing between my legs and failing miserably. I'm surprised my dick hasn't burst through the front of my pants at this point. Focusing my attention back on the bedroom, the man is completely on top of the woman now, hips rising into the air and slamming back down into her. I imagine what it must sound like in the room, the man's mouth is wide open, in what looks like a constant moan of pleasure. I debate whether or not to excuse myself to the bathroom because I really don't think I can take it much longer, when I hear a noise next to me. I glance to my right and do a double take. My dad has slipped his right hand into his pants! 'Holy shit!' I think 'Holy SHIT! My dad is stroking himself, right next to me!' I try and keep my eyes on the man fucking the woman, acting like I haven't noticed, but how can I *not* notice? He's barely standing two feet away from me! I glance out the corner of my eye at his crotch, and it's extremely obvious that his fist is slowly at work between his legs. My heart beating rapidly, I become painfully aware that my cock has somehow gotten even harder, which I thought was impossible, especially since it was my dad that was having this effect on me! I bite down on my lip to stop myself making any noise. Any harder and I think I might end up drawing blood. 'Fuck it.' I think after a moment's hesitation, and slip my hand down into my own pants. My cock jumps as my fingers come into contact with it, already slick from the pre-cum that has been oozing out. I wrap my fingers around my throbbing shaft and slowly rub my thumb across the head in circles. I close my eyes and let myself enjoy the sensations as I gently move my hand up and down. My dad lets out a soft gasp and I open my eyes again. I look over at him in time to see him turning his head away from me and back to the bedroom. I feel a rush of excitement, knowing Dad has seen what I'm doing too. Dad has increased his pace now, the material of his pants bouncing up and down rapidly with each movement of his hand. His free hand is now sliding under his shirt and up his chest. I look down at my own chest, perfectly smooth and coated in a fine layer of sweat, from everything that's happening. My brain has now been completely taken over by my cock and I make a quick decision, figuring there's no point trying to be modest now. I lift the waistband of my pants with my left thumb and pull, stretching it out over my dick and then tucking it under my balls. I get a chill down my spine as my slick cock comes into contact with the night air, but I don't even miss a beat, continuing to work it up and down. The sounds of my stroking grow louder without pants to muffle it and I see my dad glance over out the corner of my eyes. Now it's his turn to do a double take. I look over at him and this time our eyes meet. I give him a sheepish grin and he merely shrugs. His hand comes out from under his shirt and tugs his own pants down, freeing his cock at last. I don't even try and hide the fact I'm staring now. I've seen my dad naked before a number of times, but never with an erection and certainly not while he was jerking off. I notice his cock looks very similar to my own, it has the same slight curve to it, but Dad's seems to be about an inch bigger. I look back up at Dad's face to see him smiling. He's looking back at the bedroom but I get a feeling the smile is from knowing I'm watching him. I realize I haven't actually looked at the couple having sex for a while now, but what's happening right next to me has become much more exciting. I look back over anyway to see the man now on his knees with the woman's legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusts up into her, with his face buried in her chest. I increase my pace, breathing heavily as I do. I grab my balls with my left hand and start to gently tug on them. I look back at my dad, at his chest rising and falling in quick succession, at his hand gliding up and down his shaft, at his other hand gripping his balls tightly, at the concentration on his face. When he suddenly speaks I almost jump in surprise. "There you go, you've got your doggy style" he says, nodding at the bedroom. I look back across and sure enough the man is pounding into the woman from behind, which such an intense force that I'm sure the bed is going to go smashing through wall any second now. I'm close now, so close I can't stand it. I'm panting so loudly I'd be embarrassed if I wasn't feeling so good. My fist is practically flying over my cock now, my cock which is bigger than I've ever seen it before. My muscles start to tense and I know this is it, I know there's no stopping it. I'm about to cum, I'm about to cum, out on the balcony, with my dad, my dad who is standing right beside me, my dad who is jerking off, my dad who keeps glancing over at me to see how close I am. "Oh fuck!" I cry. "Fuck! Fuuuck!" And it's happening, I'm cumming, I'm cumming in front of my dad. I let out a loud moan as the first blast of my load shoots out, flying over the balcony in a long ropey strand and disappearing into the night. My knees buckle and I throw my free hand out to grab the wall. I cry out more as the next blast comes, hitting the balcony wall in front of me, followed by another shot, and another, and another, all while my fist is still furiously flying up and down my cock, my body pulsing with wave after wave of pleasure. My breathing is heavy and I continue to moan, unable to stop because I feel so amazing, so fucking amazing I can't believe it. I always felt great after I cum, but this time just blew all the others out the water. I continue slowly stroking my dick, milking the last of my cum out and letting it fall to the ground. It's then that I notice Dad has been watching me the entire time, and a few seconds later he lets out a low grunt and I watch as he shoots his own strand out over the balcony. I feel a twitch in my own cock, knowing how incredible he is feeling right now. I don't take my eyes off his crotch as his fist keeps pumping up and down, sending more and more of his thick white cum flying. The first few shots go over the balcony, while the rest splash against the wall, right next to mine. I watch as he continues jerking, moaning as he draws out more and more cum. He has to have shot at least twice as much as I did and I figure it must have been a while since he last blew his load. Dad's breathing begins to slow and he straightens up. He looks over at me and I smile. He smiles back and I notice we're both still holding our cocks. Our slick, softening cocks that are still red with arousal. I let out a small laugh and Dad does the same. He looks back over at the bedroom. "Time for the grand finale" he says and I follow his gaze and see that the man's movements have become desperate now, desperate and clumsy, slamming into her for all he's worth. "I hope he cums on her chest" I say, looking over at Dad with a smirk. He laughs and we turn our attention back and it must be my lucky day, because a few seconds later, he's pulling out of her, jerking his cock rapidly while kneeling above her, unleashing his load and completely drenching her. "Nice" I say, completely at peace with everything in the world. "Very nice" Dad agrees. I see him tuck his cock back into has pants and turn to leave. "Well I think that's about all I can take for one night" he says, patting me on the shoulder before heading inside. I watch him go before calling out. "Night Dad" "Night son" he replies. I smile and turn back to the city, tucking my own cock into my pants. I look towards the bedroom and see the woman is already dressed, while the man is still naked, lying on the bed. The woman stands there for a moment and the man sits up, reaching for his pants. He pulls something out of a pocket and I see it's his wallet. He hands a wad of cash to the woman and she leaves. 'So much for a loving couple' I muse to myself. The man lies back on the bed, hands behind his head looking totally satisfied. I smile. He has no idea he made two more guys so very satisfied as well. I head back inside, closing the balcony door behind me and make my way to my bed. The next morning, I wake slowly and stretch out in bed. It takes a few moments for the memory of the night before to come rushing back to me. I feel a jolt in my stomach and wonder if things are going to be weird when I see Dad. I get out of bed and make my way to the lounge room. Dad is sitting at the table reading and offers me a simple 'Good morning' as I walk by. I say it back and go sit on the couch, feeling a little confused. He didn't give any indication anything had happened. Maybe he wants to pretend nothing did? I look out to the balcony and my eyes are immediately drawn to the waist high wall where I see two stains running down to the ground, side by side. I look over to the table and see Dad watching me. He catches my eye and smiles. My cock gives a twitch and I smile back.