Date: Sat, 25 May 2019 16:24:13 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Father and Son at Island House chapter 1 FATHER AND SON AT ISLAND HOUSE By Encolpius DISCLAIMER: Although set at a real location, which I have tried to accurately depict, the characters and events are fictional and no similarity to actual persons is intended. Compliments, complaints and comments to encolpius1@protonmail.com Please donate to Nifty. Your help is needed. ONE Cade gave me plenty of warning. Long enough to book the room. What he wanted for his 21st birthday was to go with me to Island House for my semi-annual vacation. I first started going a decade ago, once in the summer and once before Thanksgiving. It was a bit of "me time", a chance to relax, drink, fuck and generally forget that I had to raise a son as a single parent. It would be the week before Thanksgiving one he would be going on. "It's not a good idea, Cade" I said. "Why not?" he asked, looking at me slyly. "Afraid of me seeing you get your freak on?" "Yeah. I am. And vice versa, I guesss. But here's the thing: it's really just a bunch of old guys. You will be the youngest one there. By far the youngest." "Bunch of daddies?" "And grand daddies" I said "Maybe I like daddies" He had come out at 16, almost apologetically. I had known or suspected for some time but allowed him space to discover his sexuality. It turned out that he was mostly concerned because I always liked to argue that gay parents didn't mean gay children. He took it to mean that I wanted him to be straight so as to prove a political point. That wasn't true but it is the way Cade worked it out in his mind. Finishing his sophomore year in college but still living under my roof, I know that he is sexually active and does party some. I'm not bothered by it. He's young. He ought to enjoy it. It's his 21st. If he wants to go with me to KW, I guess I have no choice but to give in, even though I don't want to. But I didn't book us into a room together. I figure separate rooms make more sense. I have 217, the smallest private bath room there is and I get a reservation for the cheapest shared bath room there is for him. As the weeks ticked by. I was dreading it instead of the usual excitement that I had always felt in the past. Cade being there was going to be a bummer, a real damper on my fun. I went through the motions, booking us a trip on the Blu Q, the gay clothing optional sailing excursion. But my heart wasn't in it. Finally, he came to me. "Dad, if you really don't want me to, I don't have to go. You are acting different this time. Not as excited." Not going was not an option at that point. The airline tickets were bought and the cost of getting out of the room was more than I wanted to pay. "It's fine, Cade. We'll go. You'll be bored and never want to go again. It'll be fine" I knew I would be bored too, being on my best behavior. We packed the day before we left on Sunday morning. I had everything in a small duffel bag, two pairs of shorts and two shirts, a couple of pair of underwear, some work out clothes, swim trunks to wear to the boat, plenty of lube and a few books to read. Cade overpacked. He had every eventuality covered. I decided to let him have it, do it the way he wanted. "So, Dad, can we agree that whatever happens, we are going to be cool? I mean afterwards?" "Yeah, Cade" I said. "Have a good time. If you find somebody to hook up with, then great. If I do, great. I don't judge you, you don't judge me. But I'm still your father and I'm going to look out for you even if you don't like it. You don't need my permission but if you are drinking for real, do it there. And you are on PrEP, no missed doses?" "No missed doeses" "OK" I said. "I want you to be careful" We were up at 4:40 am for our flight, Cade more relunctantly than me. But we made it. It was chilly, the first real cold snap with overnight temps in the upper 30's and low 40's. I had a pullover on and Cade a hoodie and I had told him that what we wore down, we would wear back. After changing planes in Atlanta, we headed out. Delta lands hard and brakes fast in KW and we got off to cross the tarmac to the terminal, a blast of warm air greeted up. Temps were in the mid 80's and there was abundant light. We had our bags before noon and were headed over there. Of course, we were early and they held our luggage and we got locks for the lockers just outside the gym just behind the main desk. It was the last day of Bear Weekend and the place was packed. The locker room, like the gym, is small and there were several people in and out but I'm not shy. I stip off and head through the warren to the indoor jacuzzi and grab one of the green and white striped towels for each of us. "Damn, Dad" Cade said. "Looking good" I have a hairy chest and I am muscular from working out religiously. My dick, hard at least, isn't much longer than average but is thick. "You've seen me naked before" I say "Yeah, but ..." Cade stopped. "I mean, damn, though. You're pretty fucking hot, Dad." "So are you" I said. He is too. Like me, he has dark hair but his is fuller and wavy, ending in a ringlet crown of curls, high lighting his green eyes. There is a treasure trail of hair to above his navel and he shaves what would be between his nipples on his chest. He is lean and uber fit, 8 pack abs and rounded globe ass. Like me, his dick is above average but he shaves his pubes. Unlike me, he is uncut. I had insisted. Don't take away something natural unless you have a good reason. He slips on a speedo and adjusts his unit. "You can go naked, now" I said "I'm cool" I will have to say that he was the body to make the swimsuit look really hot. I take him around to show him the place: the dorm showers that he will have to use, the indoor jacuzzi and sauna/steam room. We went up the back stairs and I stopped at the door. There were safe sex posters outside. "This is the door to the red room" I said. "the video lounge" "Cool" "If you go in there, you are going to have sex. That's the point. Men will touch you. They will make a move on you. You're the one that choose to go in. You can say no or leave but don't be insulted if they make a move or if they don't" "Well, let's see" Cade said "If you go, you're going on your own. Up to you." I took him around and showed him where the sundeck was, just steps outside of where my room would be, before we swung around the balcony surrounding the outdoor jacuzzi. We went through the breezeway and out to where the pool was. It wasn't packed at that point but there were men there. I got a Maker's on the rock (and it was a full glass of bourbon too) and Cade a rum and coke and we drifted into the water. Right then, the place was full of bears and Cade is a twink and they weren't all over him, which relieved me. I wanted to get used to him here in this setting first before having to deal with him as a sexual being, not just as a theoretical matter (which I knew he was) but up close and in my face. We had a bit of lunch, both of us healthy eaters, before the call came in that the rooms were ready. Cade acted happy with his room, whether he was or not, but he was over in mine pretty quick. Mine was tight but had a private bath. He came over and flopped on my bed and announced that he would just come over here and use the facilities. "Not if I'm busy" I said He just laughed. The thing was that I was tired. I wanted a nap. The day started early and I can't sleep on a plane, while Cade can sleep anywhere, anytime (except at midnight). But I was more horny than sleepy and wanted Cade to clear off so I could make a trip to the red room and see what was up and maybe get my rocks off so I could nap. How we navigate this is going to be a nightmare, I can tell you. I want to have sex and I am pretty sure he will and the whole thing is fraught with complication. We'll have to work it out somehow but right now I wanted him out of my room so I could get on with it. He took the hint and got out, going to the sundeck or the pool I guess. I gave him a few minutes and grabbed a bottle of silicone lube and my towel and headed out. The video lounge is just around the corner. It is kind of the walk of shame but most men, and really all men my age, will go in at some point. The lure is too strong. Young, fit, good looking guys like Cade don't need to the help of an explicit play space. They can hook up easily. I open the door and push through the heavy plastic slats that gaurd the hallway just beyond the door. The hall way is painted vermillion and there is a soft light and a bit of queer dance music softly playing. I round the corner and peer inside. The familar red padded benches in a U shape around the small room, double deck on the cross bench, and the central platform where a bottom can drape over to get fucked. The four video monitors above showing the same porn as in the room. There is a man in there but I am not instantly attracted. So I go stand in the corner of the hallway, waiting, where the space turns down the short hallway with the glory hole booths. Soon I hear the door opening again. I am standing there, stroking my hard dick, the towel draped over my shoulder. The guy rounds the corner and sees me. Like me, he is muscular and fit, about the same age or a little older but hot in my way of thinking. He comes toward me. We are next to each other in the pale red light, barely visible. He touches me and I touch him, hesitantly, across the torso, against the nips. Then a hand on the crotch, I take his hard on and he takes mine. We stroke each other. I am hard and hot and I want it. He leans down and takes my dick in his mouth. I gasp. It feels good. "Suck it" he says as he stands up. I do. It is longer than mine but as thick. It is a man's dick and it's been used, I know. I can deep throat him, all the way down. Like steel in velvet. Nice generous balls. Fuck. He nods toward the red room proper. I crash through the plastic slats guarding the room. The man that was there is now gone. It is me and the tall red headed guy with a Van Dyke beard, a tight hard body and a smattering of tattoo's. I plop on the bench right at the door, my hard on sticking up. He spreads my legs and gets between them to swallow me down. "Yeah, suck that dick." I say. He is a hot guy and I'm happy at the turn of events. Definitely no problem doing him or getting done. None at all. It is a hot wet mouth on my dick. He is stroking his own hard on. We are both naked and going at it. Some one comes in the room and I look up briefly. It is an older guy and I don't really mind an audience. This guy, a guy I would lust after, is bobbing up and down on me and it feels fucking fantastic. Exactly what I needed. Except, well except I like sucking dick. I stop him and motion so that I can suck him a while. He stands up and I am all over him, taking that long thick beautiful dick in my mouth. He shaves his pubes, which is a shame. Rusty colored short hairs would have been sexy. J take him down though. "Suck my balls" he says. He's verbal. Domineering. I suck his balls. His balls are gorgeous and then I go back to the dick. Long and veiny. I take it down, all the way to the root, all the way down. Slowly back up, my tongue swirling on it, wrapping around the head. He moans and I know he likes it. I flick my tongue underneath the piss slit and he shivers. "Stroke it with your hand" So I do. I stroke it as I bob back and forth, lips and tongue and hand all making love to that fine thing. Then there is another man next to me, standing there, stroking his dick. I reach up to give him a hand job as I suck the other. The guy is my age, early 40's, but not bad looking and his dick is hard. I stroke it and I stroke the red head and my own dick is twitching. I need something, some kind of relief. "Suck him" the red head says As I blow the new guy, the red head goes back down on me. It is hot, this three way. I'm loving it. Horned up and lusty, I need this. I blow him, slow and sensual but he isn't having it. He starts to face fuck me and that's cool. He needs what he needs. I can take it. Besides, red head is going to town on my dick. "You ready to get fucked?" the red head says. I am more of a top really. I haven't been fucked in months. "Yeah" I say. I surprise myself saying it. I drape myself over the padded bench, grabbing the hand holds on the post opposite and spread my legs apart. New guy gets in front of me, his hard on peering at me like a missile. I open my mouth and he shoves it in. The cold of the lube, I guess my Astroglide, is roughly smeared in my waiting hole. I am not going to be fucked gently and it is a big dick but I am a man and can take it. I can take it and I can give it. I'm queer from way back. I suck the guy in front of me and then feel it. Full, almost painful, as he pushes it in. That odd sensation of both pleasure and pain, uncomfortable like needing to piss or shit but amazing too. It drives me wild. I want that dick ahead of me and I suck him, stroking him with one hand as I do, taking it in the ass the whole time. I can't stroke myself. I'd cum in an instant. The red head guy is banging me, hard short strokes, fast and furious. It feels good. A quick fuck and not tender lovemaking. Burn off the lust now. I grunt. He grunts. It feels good. Skin against skin. "Fucking this tight hole. You want this? Big dick in your tight hole?" I have no answer. I have a dick in my mouth. Yes, I want it. I want it all. I want it hard. I want my ass filled with cum and I want my moouth filled too. Fuck yeah. "You don't get fucked like this much, guy. Tight fucking hole but I'll fuck the cum out of you" He's verbal but I don't mind the promise. Yeah, fuck the cum out of me. Hands free anal orgasm. Definitely. I'm getting lost in the sensation, though. A dick in my mouth, one in my ass, draped over in a room not knowing either man, a public spectacle. Fuck. Yeah. My own hard dick flops as I get fucked there. The other guy pulls out his dick from my mouth and starts jacking furiously. He needs to cum and, like all men and boys, he knows best how to do it. I use my tongue to flick at the head for that last extra bit of pleasure as he wills the cum out of him. Then there it is, spurt and another spurt and another as I lick it up with my waiting tongue. Salty, a little bitter but nice as I lap up his load like a thirsty dog. It drives the red haired man crazy. He fucks me with abandon and I am still hard, very nearly ready to cum myself. A few more strokes and I will. Then he shoves it in one last time and unloads. I need to cum. I need to cum right fucking now. I can't wait. I stand up and flail on my dick. Hard. I can't even see. I jack it and then in a blaze of white light, I erupt, shooting cum out. A pure peace and calm comes over me. Complete satisfaction. I look up. Cade is sitting on the bench right there where my head was. He is masturbating himself hard, his hand on his long, thick uncut cock. He looks at me while he does and I am shocked. Then he cums too, big spurts, hitting him on the shoulder and face. I don't know what to say.