Date: Sat, 20 Jul 2013 00:59:16 -0400
From: BH
Subject: Dad and Me at the Lake House - 2

I watched as he gripped his hard on through his bathing suit, his eyes
closed. Started rubbing it a little, then a little more. I thought he was
going to stop, but he cleared his throat and untied his suit. Before I knew
it, his hand was in his shorts.

...

"I guess I'll head to my room," I said, watching as he started to stroke.

"Oh?" Dad didn't understand. "Sorry, bud. I can stop."

"Not all all. I'm just going to bust in private," I told him. "And since
this is your room for the trip, I guess... I feel like I'm intruding."

"Your not--" Dad started, but I had to get out of there. I practically ran
to the master bedroom and closed and locked the door. I pulled my hard cock
out and started stroking, my back to the door, picturing my dad doing the
same. He could probably hear me breathing, I was panting so loud. My dick
already swollen and wet with pre-cum.

I pictured my dad's face. He wanted me to stay. He wanted us to jerk off
together, for some reason. The thought made my balls ache, my heart
flutter. He wanted me to watch him, to want his cock like he said I wanted
it when I was younger.

My knees buckled as I came, shooting a thick white load onto the hardwood
floor. I fell to my knees with a thud and rested my head in my hands,
catching my breath.

"Are you okay?" Dad asked through the door.

"Uh huh," I muttered, still out of it. "Real good..."

"That's my boy," he said, and I could hear him walk back to the couch,
laughing to himself.

I had cum, but I was still hard. And I could hear my dad still stroking in
the living room, could hear the wet sound of his spit-covered hand yanking
up and down my dad's dick. I wanted to keep going. My body wasn't ready to
stop.

Still kneeling, I leaned forward and licked a long blob of my cum off the
wood floor. I could hear my dad moaning occasionally. Grunting. I licked
more of my cum, letting some get on my lips. I pretended he could see
me. That he'd asked me to lick up my mess. When I rubbed my cheek in it and
suddenly there was a sound from the other room, my dick twitched in place,
still tingling from my orgasm. I licked the stuff from my cheek, raising my
ass in the air.

What was I doing? I had never thought of my dad in this way. I had only
that day thought of him as handsome. Suddenly, I was wetting my fingers
with my semen and pushing them into my asshole, like I was putting on a
show.

"Fuck," I heard my dad whimper. It didn't sound like him. I rested my cheek
on the floor and realized I could hear him better that way. His low moans,
and deep breathing. I heard him whisper "please" and "suck it for me." My
dick twitched again. It was like he was talking to me, begging me to come
out and help him cum.

I stopped fingering my ass and rolled over, laying with my back on the
floor. I couldn't hear him as well, which seemed right. I couldn't be
thinking like this. I needed to clear my head.

I stood up and paced. I looked out the window and, realizing I was still
hard, tried and tried to think of Shawn. But it was my dad's back and neck
and face and mouth I pictured. I laid in bed and thought of Trevin, joking
for me to suck his dick. Only when I did, I'd hear Dad's voice thanking
me. "Yeah, suck it for me."

I came again, not much coming out. But the orgasm rolled over me, intense
as ever. I breathed deep. Took my sweet time.

I cleaned up, unlocked the door, then opened it a crack. I wanted to give
Dad warning that I might come out soon. And a minute later I did, heading
straight for the kitchen. He was sitting on the couch, the TV on. Like
nothing had happened.

"What you watching?"

"Nothing's on," he said, flipping channels.

I worked up the courage to ask if he "finished" and Dad shook his head no,
like I had asked if he wanted a soda or something. When I asked why not,
Dad said he would later. Something about it seemed unfair.

"Does that bother you?" He asked.

This was seeming weirder and weirder. Thirty minutes ago he seemed ready to
jerk off next to me. Now suddenly it was like he had never been horny. Dad
looked at me finally.

"Are you freaked out, son?"

"No, I'm not freaked out. I'm confused."

"I'd rather save it, that's all," he said, as is there's only so much
orgasm and he doesn't want to waste any.

"You don't have blue balls?" If I hadn't cum I would have been aching. I
wondered if that went away when you got older.

"I do, a little. But I'm okay."

Suddenly it was like I wanted to save him.

"Go in there and finish the job!" I pointed to the master bedroom. I wasn't
going to be able to move on, thinking of what he might be feeling, all pent
up.

"I'd rather not," he said.

"Dad! Don't be stupid. You need to cum," I insisted. "You could hurt
yourself." It's true. I'd read an article about it once and lived in fear
that blue balls could lead to infertility.

"I'll be fine," he said, adjusting himself again. "You came, right?"

"Twice!" I told my dad proudly.

"Yeah?" He said, and he started playing with his dick again. "Tell me about
it."

"Tell you what?" I wasn't sure what he wanted to know but he seemed turned
on again, talking about it.

"What were you thinking about?" He said, licking his palm and sliding his
hand down the front of his shorts. The sight of it got me going again too.

"I don't know. I thought about cumming, I guess." I didn't want to tell him
I thought about him, that I thought about sucking his dick.

"You shoot a big load, like your old man?" Dad's voice sounded strange
again. Sexy, like he was drunk. But he had only had two beers or so. "You
still have some on your face."

I reached up and felt where I had wiped my face in my semen. He was
right. I hadn't cleaned it all off and could feel it dried on my cheek. I
blushed hard.

"How'd it get on your face, boy?"

I'd never heard Dad call me that before. He was stroking harder
now. Seeming less and less like himself.

"Come here," he said. I don't know how to explain it. It was like he had
control over me. He wasn't my dad anymore. He was someone I had only just
met and was curious about.

Dad asked me to sit next to him, and I did. I stared at my dry cum flaking
on my cheek. Suddenly, he was pulling his dick out. It was red from
stroking and big, hairier than I might have pictured. Only I'd never
pictured it before.

I stared at it, hard again myself.

"It's okay," Dad said. Staring at my bulge, which I was covering casually
with my arm. "I'm not weird about this stuff."

I reached my hand into my shorts and stroked my dick a few times. It felt
good to do it at the same time as Dad. Felt good for him to see me do it. I
pulled mine out too with a little groan and it felt so hot when he groaned
in pleasure too, just seeing it.

"Big," he said.

"You too."

Dad spread his legs wider and sank into the couch. As he did, our legs
touched. He didn't pull away, and when I didn't either, he reached over and
put his arm behind my back. It felt nice, like we were getting closer. Then
I felt his hand stroke the back of my neck. It was sensual, not
fatherly. Intimate. I reached my arm around him too and suddenly he scooted
closer to me so that our thighs were touching.

"Oh fuck," he said. "I'm gonna cum." And I watched my father turn in
place. He met my eye, his lip quivering. I stroked harder too, hoping I
could cum again. And when I didn't think I would, I realized that this
wasn't about me, but about my dad. Not really thinking, I leaned down,
deciding I'd take his dick in my mouth. But before I could, Dad grunted
wildly, grabbing me my shoulder and cumming into my lap. Onto my bathing
suit and leg.

"Woa," I said, watching Dad's face contort. He started laughing, squeezing
a last tablespoon of cum out of his fat head. Then he licked it from his
fingers.

"You were gonna suck it too," he said. It wasn't a question.

"Maybe," I said.