Date: Thu, 30 May 2019 11:53:29 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Father and Son at Island House 2 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. (well, not entirely. DIck and Peter below are real people, both very cute and very sweet and make only a minor appearance) Compliments, complaints and comments to Encolpius1@protonmail.com Please donate to Nifty. Your help is needed. TWO "I didn't know you were a bottom" Cade said, sitting on my bed. There is no room for a chair in the room - it is too small - and I am too keyed up to just sit on the bed. "I'm not, I don't guess" I say, trying to frame my true thoughts. "You shouldn't have come in, Cade. If you saw me, you shouldn't have come in. Plus, I'm not entirely comfortable with you hanging around in there anyway" He snorted. "Why?" "It's sleazy" "Yeah, that's what makes it fun" Cade said. "This is fucked up. Not too sleazy for you, Dad? Getting spit roasted by two guys, loving it. Dad, I'm not a little kid. I'm 21. All legal like so you can save that I'm-too-young bullshit" I resist the urge to remind him that he is here on my credit card. I don't begrudge the kid the money. I make plenty of it and he fundamentally is a good kid but he is also 21, which means that he isn't as grown and experienced as he thinks he is. Well, I knew we were going to run into this trouble sooner or later but I had hoped for later. "Dad, I'm happy you got laid. You needed too. You've been stressed and it's been a while, since the last time you came here probably, I mean since Ben left and all" Ben had been my boyfriend and traveling companion here, the one that had introduced me to an all male, clothing optional, sex positive resort. "You feel better, right? I do since I cranked out a load. Why can't we just be happy for each other when either of us gets some action? Huh?" "I guess that's the way it'll have to be" I wrap up in a towel and Cade is back in his speedo and we head downstairs to the bar, which is packed. The pool is packed. It's Bear Weekend and the place is crawling with that species, body hair and guts and toxic masculinity and the whole thing. I get a mint julep and Cade got another rum and coke and I tried to find a place to sit but every chair was taken and from what I could tell coming down, the sundeck was no better. So I head for the pool and ease in to the warm water. It's November but it is in the 80's outside and it's nice. I take a position in the corner by the stairs leading down into the water and begin talking to the guys there, just pleasant chit chat. Cade is sitting on the side of the pool opposite me, his legs dangling in the water, rapidly making friends. The boy is stunningly good looking and has an easy charm. One of the bears in the water begins to rub his leg as they talk. I have to restrain myself from going over there. Soon, though, Cade has jumped into the water and is the center of attention for a group of three, a bear and two cubs. He laughs and talks and listens intently. I get into a conversation with a local that is drunk, telling me about his military career. I feign interest but I see a guy that I have done before, another local. I want to break away from the one guy and pursue the other but I don't succeed. Sunday, of course, is the naked pool party. Soon the hosts, Dick and Peter, a cute black boy with a requisite big dick on his lean frame and the smaller Hispanic boy, also admirably hung, with a fine ass go around handing out free shots. Both of them take an interest in Cade, who laps up the attention. Things rock along, a couple of more drinks, some more chit chat, and I am hungry. I make my way over to Cade and tell him that I am going to get dressed and head down to one of my favorite restaurants, the Cafe Marquesa, for dinner. Cade introduces me around. "Father and son? Like Daddy and boytoy or Father and son?" the bear asks "Father and son. Shared DNA father and son" "Wow" the bear said. One of the cubs pipes up and says, "well it's totally cool that you're cool with everything." If he only knew. Cade wasn't hungry and he was the center of attention, even more now that our odd relationship has been established, and he doesn't want to go. He's willing if I wanted him to but I let him stay behind. The dinner was excellent -- yellow tail and a squash bisque --and I headed back full and contented. Perhaps the second glass of wine was one too many. When I got back, though, I got another. There were still quite a few men about and I eased myself into the warm water. I didn't see Cade but decided I wouldn't search him out. What he did with whoever was his business. He could tell me about it or not later. A man eased into the water. He was stocky, pierced, tattoed and bearded. He was a bit effeminate, too. It didn't matter to me much, he was hot enough and seemed nice at first glance. 'You looking for your son?" he asked "Not really" I said "He's found some new friends" "Good for him" I said. I guess we are the topic of gossip. I suspect all his of transgressions will come to my attention one way or another and I don't want it to. "Junior is on the prowl. Is Daddy?" "Definitely" I said. He comes over my way and we touch. Both of us are naked. It is night. There is more calmness now than earlier The silver ball over the pool is shimmering, sending off faint points of light as it slowly twists. A little wind rustles the palms and banboo shading the pool area. He is next to me and I touch his nipples, run my hand through his chest hair. He does the same to me. A hand on the thigh. I move it. Not off. On my dick. I grab him. We grope one another. We kiss, tongue on tongue. I stiffen up easily. He is getting plump but not hard yet. "You brought your son here?" "He insisted" I said. "I could have just given him the money and let him come by himself but I didn't" 'I think it is cool Open-minded." "We are both gay" I say, pointing out the obvious. Just then, a couple comes rushing into the pool from the ladder down toward the cafe, both of them splashing in and roughhousing their way across the pool. The guy with me is a bear, not obese particularly, just stocky, despite not being ruggedly masculine. The two in the pool are height and weight proportionate. They go to the other side and do what we are doing on our side. One of the things I love most about Island House is being able to make out in the pool. And so I do. I touch and kiss and grope this man, who's name I don't know. The boys across the way are less playful and more hot and heavy than we are. First one of them heaves himself up out of the pool, his muscles rippling, the water dripping and clinging to his hairy frame. He leans over and gives a hand to the other, pulling him up. They are both very good looking men. I do look and my new partner takes notice and looks too. They move over to the chair and one climbs on board on his hands and knees. The other impales his ass with his hard dick. They are fucking. Right there. Right by the pool. 6 feet from a quartet having dinner at the first round table. Nobody complains and nobody stops them. My new partner turns and leans against me and I wrap my arms around him, hands down at the crotch, slowly masturbating him as we watch. "We get a free show" he says 'It looks that way. It's hot. It's what I love about this place. Free to be what we are: horny fucking bastards" "They've been arguing and chasing each other all day. I guess it was finally too much." I smiled. Then I turned him around and kissed him. "You know, sex can be a either a participant or a spectator sport" "Which is better?" he asks, grinding himself into me "Participant" We went to his room, which was in the block of shared bath rooms behind the outdoor jacuzzi. It was small, wider than mine but not as long. Still the main event wasn't the size of the room or the furnishings or the comfort of the bed. It was the naked man I was holding and kissing. His facial hair tickled as I we kissed, which I like. It reminds me that I am kissing a man. I like the hardness of his body. We are both hard. I am better hung and he is a bottom, I think. At any rate, he dives for my dick and I lay back on the bed, comfortable, letting him go at it. There is something wonderful about a man that truly loves to suck dick and knows how. He did and I let him. The warm wetness of his mouth, the hand stroking the shaft, it all felt great. But I am gay too. I suck dick. I can return the favor. After a while, beginning to feel hot and bothered, I push him back and, as he falls cross ways across the bed, I jump around and get between his legs. I take his balls in my mouth, sucking on them lightly. He sighs. I lick around, like a dog, before settling in for the cock. "I haven't cum all day" he says. Well, if he does, he does. I have taken lots of loads. I love drinking cum. I love getting guys off. I stroke his dick, cut and not long. Like a lot of heavier guys, it is harder to get in there to suck it but he responds to it. He tries to face fuck me just a little and then holds back. I wish he wouldn't. Be a pig. Claim your pleasure. But I keep blowing him. "That feels soooo gooood" he says, his words practically a murmur I tug on the balls and massage his taint. J put my finger against his rosebud and I know that he will not offer resistance. I don't have lube or I would slip it in. I could stop nad ask but I keep going, swirling my tongue around his cock. "Oh my God" he calls out. He gasps and then he cums. Four quick spurts and I lap that up. "I'm sorry I came so quick." I laugh. "Fuck, man. It's a compliment to my cocksucking skills. As long as you enjoyed it" He kisses me and I don't stroke myself. We could hang out and he could recharge and we could keep going but I'm done here. I wasn't super attracted to him to begin with and I will move on. It really isn't late and I could make a trip or two more to the red room, looking for trouble. "I guess I'll see you around" I say. "When do you leave?" "Tomorrow" "That's too bad" I say, secretly glad. "If you get horny again later, I'll be around somewhere" I head out with no plans but I did need to piss. I ducked into the bathroom used by the rooms here and quickly drain the main vein. As I step out into the dim hallway, I very narrowly run into Cade. "Hey, Dad" Cade says "I'm hanging out with some guys ..." "It's cool. Have fun" For a brief moment, I had almost forgetten that my son was here. I have some cruising to do and if he wants to shelter down here with some new friends, then so much the better. "Why don't you come down? They have some THC" "That's all right, Cade. You have fun" He shook his head. "Nah, Dad, it'll be cool. C'mon. Just for a little while. Get baked with us." It was the room at the end of the hall and is much bigger than the others, but still shared bath. In the room, was an older guy, older than me, and two guys in their 30's. Cade introduced me around. The older guy was Chuck and the two younger Pete and Rob. "You're dad? Actual dad?" Pete asks "One and only" I said "Well, it's totally cool. Being, you know, relaxed enough that you can come to a place like this. Get high with your son" "I used to pinch his pot, just a bud here and there. Until he caught me and made me get my own" Cade said. "I helped him out with booze. Plus, Cade's connection turned out to have much butter quality than mine" They laughed and we smoked. Cade was right about finding my pot supply -- which I seldom dipped into but did sometimes -- and I was right that when he made a high school connection he got premo weed. He and I don't really party together much but I was able to tell a few stories that didn't embarass him too much. He took it with good humor, anyway. The liquid THC was called trainwreck and it was aptly named. I was high quick. There were 5 of us either on the bed or gathered around, five men mostly or completely naked, the youngest a 21 year old fit as hell. There was porn on the TV and the pot was making me horny again. Chuch, our host was eyeing me, I thought. I wasn't sure why he had these younger guys hanging around but I thought the dynamic wouldn't last. After a while, I began to sense that Cade wanted to leave but didn't want to be rude and the older two, who I assumed were a couple, weren't leaving until they could take the boy with him. I guessed he was going to be their shared boy toy. I figured if Cade was happy with that arrangement, and in his place I would be, then I was happy with it. I'm not standing on a high moral ground with my son. I've had too much sleazy anonymous sex and one night stands in my life to make that laughable. "So, guys" I said, deciding to bail Cade out. "I was thinking about fucking Chuck, so if you could beat it." All three laughed but they were happy enough that things got broken up. Chuck was happy too, I think. The THC was working on me. I was hyperaware and every thing seemed more vivid but I was also cotton mouthed and a bit paranoid and uncertain. I was having trouble working on my charm. Alcohol is better for that, usually. At least until you are sloppy drunk. "So, you wanted to fuck me?" "Yeah" I said with a smile. "I do" He is older than me, I think, probably a decade or so. His hair is thinning and he has a bit of a gut but the shoulders are broad and the hip narrow. He's not bad looking for a man in my age range. In this weird, cloistered world at Island House, all closed in a hot house of gay male desire, that there are two men who literally just met are here together naked in a hotel room with gay porn playing about to fuck is not too strange. In a lot of ways, this is kind of the point of the place. "Cade has a sexy dad" Chuck said "And a horny dad too" I was horny and then hard quick. What we did, me and Chuck, was not love making. It wasn't sex. It was fucking. Hard, fast and urgent. I particularly threw him on the bed and climbed on top. We did kiss, mostly as I groped him, but it wasn't long. I wasn't going to marry him, just fuck him. I was on top of him, our bodies toegther, my weight resting a little on his his, our crotches together. I was stiff and he was too. He had Elbow Grease sitting on the bed side table. I got a big glob and rubbed it on my hand, smearing it on my cock. He turned over and presented his ass to me. I smeared the lube up in there, fingering him. as I did. First one finger and then two and then three I finger fucked him for a second. He isn't a virgin. He's been fucked before, many times. He likes it hard and even probably rough. I got on top of him. I angled my dick and shoved it in hard. "That's it" he said. "Fuck me" I'm not in the mood for anything other than fucking him hard. I just slam it in. Hard. He grunts as the weight of my groin rests on his ass. I wiggle it a bit but this isn't going to be slow and tender. I'm mostly just horny and not even that attracted to him. I just need to fuck and he's available and I'm high and not in the mood for chit chat or cruising or any shit like that. Let's just do the pump and dump. "Fuck me like a man" he said with a snarl. So, I do. I pound him. My hard dick in his ass, skin on skin, two men grunting and sweating. His pleasure is his business. I want mine. So I pound that. Idly, off in a corner of my mind, I wonder about Cade. I don't know if he is a top or bottom or versatile but I suspect his new friends -- Pete and Rob -- are taking turns and, weirdly, that thought turns me on in a way my conscious mind revolts against. I remind myself to concentrate on what I am doing now. I hold myself up and go to town on that ass. I pound it. Hard. "Oh, man, fucking great" I say "Fuck me" I shove it in. I guess it must be the pot but I almost can't cum. I just have to pound on him and pound on him and almost just will it out. There comes a point where I almost just want to blow and go but I keep fucking. Finally, I really begin to feel it. The pressure builds and the pleasure grows and i speed it up, more savage than before and then, for good measure, ram it in and shoot, filling his ass with cream. Satisfied finally, I sink back on the bed and breath hard. Chuck turns over and he is still hard. He starts to jack him and I reach over and give him a hand job as we both silently look at the porn on the screen. When he is close, he takes over and I watch him in that most private of actions. When he cums, he virtually erupts. I smile. "Cool. Will I see you around?" "I'm leaving tomorrow" "Too bad. Well, it was fun. Thanks" "I enjoyed it" he said. As I walked down the hall back out to the jacuzzi, I hear the sounds of sex. Loud. I stop. I hear Cade. He's begging one of them to fuck him hard. I hear a slap on the ass and the grunting of man sex. I'm happy for him. I am. You ought to get laid when you are young. Then I have a vision in my head of him cumming while he's getting fucked and the semen hitting him on the face. I have to shake that thought off.