Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2019 01:00:09 +0000 From: Cck Sckr Subject: Getting Close Part 2 This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal or private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. *** Nifty is an awesome platform for so many different typed of erotic fiction. Please consider making a donation to keep this archive open for as long as possible. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html *** I'd love to hear any feedback or comments on the story. This is pretty much the first time I've ever written anything of this nature, so I'd love to hear what people think. ------- When we arrived home, things when mostly back to normal. I didn't really see much of Dad back at the house, I mainly stuck to my room and ventured out to eat, shower or go to school. But, I did notice that Dad was a bit more "chummy" with me when we did interact. He'd try joking with me about finding a girlfriend, he'd ask if I wanted to watch a game with him, he'd smile at me when he thought I wasn't looking. It was getting a bit weird how he hadn't really tried to do all this with me previously but now it was all a bit too much for me. The night we came back from the camping trip, Dad pretty much raced into the house and dragged his wife, my stepmum, Rachel, to their master bedroom and didn't leave for a good couple of hours. He must have been horny as fuck because he wasn't entirely trying to be quiet like he normally was. I could hear them throughout the whole house. It was obnoxious. It was annoying. It got me hard as fuck. While he was grunting and huffing away on top of her, I could only imagine how he had been the same way to me less than 24 hours earlier. Now, I've never really thought of guys as sexy. Sure, I can appreciate when a dude is good looking, but I've never really thought of a male body in a way that turned me on before. When I looked at porn, I pretty much exclusively looked at girl on girl stuff and when a guy was in the picture, I never focused on their bodies. 100% on the girls. The whole thing with my Dad grinding up against me had me looking at guys in a completely new way. Hearing Dad fuck the living daylights out of his wife sent me insane in a way I'd never experienced. In the two hours that they were going at it, and making sure I was fully aware of it, I must have stroked my cock to completion at least four times. I know I'm a horny teenager but four times in two hours is more than I've ever done before. *** Three weeks after the camping trip, I'd steadily avoided my Dad and tried to keep his body out of my mind. I tried to ignore guys altogether and convince myself that I liked girls. I'd even started seeing one girl, Kate, from school. Nothing too serious, we'd just gone on a date, hung out together, but it was very much a PG experience, if that. "Ryan" I heard the words echo behind me as I sat eating my breakfast in the kitchen on a Saturday. It was never good news when Dad called me by my first name. It was usually `Kiddo', `Champ' or `Son'. "We're off to the game tomorrow" "We are?" I turned to look back at him, he had a grin on his face that looked like he was super proud of himself. "What game?" "What game? Are you kidding me? The Leeds game, could actually get themselves into the Premier League if we win this one!" They wouldn't. They never do. "You have no idea what I had to do to get these tickets." "I guess I could. What time is it?" "3.15, but we leave at 7am" I nearly choked on my toast. "What the fuck? Why 7am?" I regretted my choice of actions instantly and I got a clip round the back of the head. "`Cause it's down south, you prick. And watch your language" He chuckled as he walked away. I knew he didn't really mind my language, but Rachel really didn't like it when I swore. She didn't like it when Dad swore either, but she couldn't really do much about that but glare at him. That night, I had another date with Kate. Things went better than the first time we hung out. We went to see a movie, she let me pick on the condition that I bought her popcorn. I purposefully picked a movie that wouldn't be that crowded. My ingenious plan, for a fifteen year old, worked. It was in the smallest theatre screen and there was only us and another pair in the entire room. We watched about half the movie. Well, she watched half the movie. I spent the first half trying to get closer to her. Moving my leg close so that our knees touched. Yawning to give me an excuse to put my arm around her and pull her close. At the pivotal point, I looked at her and went in for the kill. I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Thank fuck, she responded. We spent the next 45 minutes kissing and holding onto each other. I gradually got bolder and moved my hands up to her chest, I was copping my very first feel. They were amazing. They were just big enough to fill out my hands, but perky enough so they weren't just spilling out everywhere. I was hard as fuck in my jeans before I'd even touched them but after, was a whole new level of hard. It all went wrong just towards the end of the movie. Me and Kate were still necking the entire time when I felt her hand on my knee. Rubbing up and down and in small circles. She moved her hand up my thigh slowly, making it closer to where my cock was bunched up in my shorts. When she finally cupped her hand over my throbbing dick, I left her lips and rested my forehead against hers, breathing heavily. I was enjoying myself too much, I was in sensory overload... and then it happened. She squeezed my cock just as the movie went quiet and I exploded. My cock started spurting it's load uncontrollably and I grunted at the top of my voice, louder than I ever have before, directly in Kate's face. For some reason, I looked around to the other couple and saw them both looking directly at me and laughing openly. Kate quickly took her hand away from my cock and squeaked a sound that will forever haunt me. "Did you just cum?" I did. The date was cut short. For her benefit, Kate didn't mock me. She just said that we should probably go home. I bolted as soon as we parted ways at the Cinema. As soon as I got home, I showered and tried to wash the shame away. It didn't work. As I was in the shower, Dad popped his head in to tell me to pack a change of clothes or two for tomorrow. I didn't ask why. I wasn't in the mood to talk. *** I was dragged out of bed at 6.30 the following morning. Rachel was with us. I didn't realise she'd be coming too, she hated football as much as I did. Turns out, she wasn't. As soon as she got in the car with us, she started complaining about how she didn't want to take us to the train station and that it was too early on a Sunday and how she needed her beauty sleep and lots of other such shit that I was trying to block out. She dropped us off at the Train Station and we boarded a train down to London with a bunch of other fans. Shockingly, I slept most of the three hour journey down. Dad didn't seem to mind. He was dicking about on his phone and talking to the other people about his team's chances. When we arrived, we got something to eat and headed over to the stadium to watch the game. As I knew beforehand, and as most people who pay attention might have guessed, Leeds lost. They fucking suck, of course they lost. But Dad supports them regardless and he loves them. It wasn't until after the game, when we didn't return back to the Train Station, that I realised that something might be up. We got something else to eat, steaks because `if your team loses, you've got to cheer yourself up somehow', and then we headed towards a Premier Inn hotel. Dad had thought of this beforehand. He didn't like travelling so much and I guess he wanted to spend more time, just me and him. We got to the room and Dad had a fit when it turned out he'd booked a single room with one double bed and not a double room with two beds. He stormed out and threw a fit with the receptionist, but cause of the game, the place was fully booked and they weren't able to move us. I didn't know this, as Dad had just stormed out and left me in the room solo. When he came back, he had cooled down a bit. I don't know if it was the case of beer under his arm, or the fact he'd taken a walk to go buy the beer. "Sorry kid. I fucked up. Looks like we're sharing again" He grunted as the hiss of his beer filled the room, followed by a giant sigh as he downed pretty much half of it. He kicked off his shoes, grabbed two more beers and jumped on the bed laying beside me. "It's alright." I took one of the unopened beers from his hand. He wasn't offering me one, I think he just didn't want to get up for a while. He had a look of admiration when he eyed me take the can, open it and drinking without waiting for permission. His grin was awesome and the look of pride made me feel pretty good, if I'm honest. We shot the shit while flicking through the TV's channels. There wasn't really anything on but Dad stopped me after a while as he wanted to watch Match of the Day 2. I didn't really grumble or anything. I just grabbed my fourth beer, to his protests, and looked at twitter on my phone. "Don't be getting pissed or owt, Kiddo. You don't know how to handle your beer yet" "Piss off" I grinned. Luckily, I knew his response would be to clip me round the back of the heard, so I ducked just in time to avoid it. "Damn, you're getting quick. I'm gonna have to up my game" "Too fuckin' right." I grinned and just as he started to lift his hand, I pointed out that he said when it's just us, he didn't mind if I swore, and Rachel isn't here, so why does he care. He just nodded, chuckled and went back to watching the TV. *** When the football had finished, Dad turned off the TV and looked at me. He looked like he had something to say but didn't know exactly how to get the words out. "So... I hear you've been seeing a girl" My neck turned round almost quick enough to give myself whiplash. "Who told you? Was it Rachel? Who was it? What do you know?" He chuckled again, a bit more than I would have expected. "Nah, Rachel hasn't got a clue" Tell me something I don't know. "I just heard from someone I know that they saw you at the Cinemas with a girl. Just you two. No one else" "Uh... Yeah. We went" "First date?" "Kind of, I guess" "Ever?" He was eyeing me weirdly. It was like he knew something I didn't. I wasn't entirely comfortable with this sort of stuff. "Uh... yeah" "Do I need to have the talk with you?" Dad asked inquisitively. "What talk?" "The sex talk" Oh fuck. Kill me now. "I think the last time you told me about sex, you just said `For Christ's sake, whatever you do, wrap that little fucker up'" He looked at me, wide eyed for a second and then doubled over laughing. It went on for like 30 seconds until he couldn't breath and he had take deep breaths to calm himself down. He still had little aftershocks of laughter, but he was calming down now. "Well... I don't think I was wrong in that respect." He grunted as he tried holding back his laughs. He always gets like this when he was tipsy. I didn't think it was that funny to be honest. "Do you have any?" "What? Condoms? Right now? Why the fuck would I bring condoms here?" "No, you little gobshite." Little was a piss take. I was at least three inches taller than him. "Do you have any at home? Do you need me to get you some?" "Uh... I've got one at home, I think. Somewhere in my desk." "Well, it's not gonna do you much luck if it's in your desk, unless you're ballsy enough to bring home a bird to bang while Rachel's at home. I'm gonna grab you a bunch when we get back. Keep some in your wallet, in your bag, in the back of your jeans. Just make sure you always have some on you at all times." He said, cracking open another beer. "If you're owt like me as a kid, you'll be glad that you do have some on you, for when you least expect it." "Dad..." "Shut up. I'm trying to impart my worldly wisdom." He took a big gulp of his beer. For courage, I guess. He seemed as awkward about this as I did. "What happened on the date? You seemed mad when you got back. Slamming all sorts of doors and shit" "Oh God. I don't wanna talk about this" "You didn't pressure her or anything did you? You can't be getting mad if she's not giving it up, kid. I wouldn't wanna give it up to some little prick like you either" He laughed again. I wasn't happy with this. I thought he was taking the piss out of how big my dick was. I blushed and shifted. "Oh shit, I didn't mean that... I meant. Uh. From what I've seen..." "Dad, shut up. I didn't pressure her for anything. I..." I went quiet. I didn't wanna talk about what happened, but I didn't wanna just storm out into the hallway of a hotel with nowhere else to go. "Go on kid, don't worry, I ain't gonna judge you. If anything, it's probably happened to me before" "Well. We were kissing and stuff..." "Did you feel her up?" "Uh, yeah a little?" "Tits or pussy?" "Dad!" "Oh fuck off, if we're gonna have a grown up conversation about sex, stop being a little bitch and answer the question" He growled at me. He was right, if I'm honest. He was talking to me like a man. He let me drink his beers like a man. I should answer like a man. "Tits. Just a little. Over her shirt though." "Alright then. Respectable for your first time. Anything else happen" I didn't need to answer. I just blushed bright red. "What's up, man? What happened?" "Uh... Well. She kind of, uh" "Come on, spit it out" "She felt up my leg and cupped my junk and..." "Nice! She like what she felt?" "Uh, well, she didn't get much time to feel it" I went quiet. I was so fucking ashamed. Dad put his arm round my shoulder, kinda like how I did with Kate. It's like he knew what happened. I wanted to just curl up and die in that moment. "Come on man, you can tell me. I ain't gonna judge you for shit" He gripped on to my shoulder to comfort me. Fuck, it was working. In other ways too, I started to chub up, but I think that was down to just the bodily contact. "Uh, well, she kinda... she, uh, well. She squeezed it once and then I..." "Oh" I didn't think it was possible, but I blushed harder. "Yeah." I mumbled. "You... came?" I couldn't look at him so I just looked down at my bare feet hanging off the edge of the bed and nodded. I wanted to cry out of shame, but I knew that wouldn't help matters. Dad just gripped me tighted and used his hand that wasn't around my shoulder to clap onto my chest. "Listen, kid. Don't you fuckin' worry about it. It's the first time anyone's ever touched you like that right?" I just nodded, continuing to blush. "Well, you probably were just pent up from feeling her up that you couldn't control it. Control and shit, that all comes with time." He slapped my chest for a second time and used the hand to grab his beer again, taking another swig. He still had his other arm around me shoulder, keeping me close... or keeping me from running away, I don't know. "My first time, that didn't go well either. I was a regular one pump chump until I was like nineteen. Now, I'm older, I've learnt control. I can go for hours if I want to." "Really?" "Hell yeah. When I first fucked a girl, I thrust in her three times and that was it. Boom goes the dynamite, as it were." He kept chuckling to himself. I noticed he had put his beer down to try and rearrange his crotch. "So... uh, how do I stop it from happening again?" "That... That I can't tell you, champ. Learning is part of the experience. I don't even know how I did it. Just know though, that you did nothing wrong and it's not like you had any control over your dick at that point, right?" "Right..." "And that, kid, is why we always, always, always wrap it up. Can you imagine having a kid from three thrusts and a squirt? What a disappointment that would be" I'd lightened up enough to at least laugh at him. I felt better about what had happened. Still embarrassed like fuck though. "Bet you enjoyed it in the moment though?" "I fuckin' did!" I grinned grabbing the beer that was in his hand. I wasn't wanting to open a beer for myself, but my mouth was dry as hell. "What did you say to her?" "Nothing much. We just ended the date after the film and I ran back home. Haven't spoken to her at all. She's texted me but..." "What'd she say?" "Not much, just asking how I am and stuff" "You fuckin' idiot. Text her back right now. If she's asking how you are, she's still interested, you goddamned fool." That hadn't entered my mind. I grabbed at my phone and started texting her back. As I did, Dad got off the bed and headed into the tiny bathroom and got in the shower. I was starting to feel the effects of the day, so after a couple of back-and-forths between me and Kate, I took off my jeans and shirt and got in to bed and passed out pretty quickly. *** I woke up in the middle of the night, my mouth was dry as fuck and I needed to get something to drink as fast as possible. The only sink in the place was in the bathroom, so I sat up in the bed and tried to look around to get my bearings. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time, it was nearly 3am. I'd felt Dad get into the bed beside me but he wasn't there when I woke up. The whole room was pitch black but there was a crack of light coming from the bathroom. It was one of those micro-bathrooms that these budget hotels have and the door wasn't shut. I quietly got out of bed and walked towards it. I figured if Dad wasn't in the bed then he'd probably be in there, using the services for whatever. When I got closer, I saw Dad's knee. He was obviously sat on the toilet. I strained to hear for a noise that was coming from the bathroom. As I got closer more things came into view. The first was that Dad was looking at something on his phone, I could see a white wire coming out of the phone, so that meant he was watching something. That probably wasn't what I was focusing on at that moment in time. Yeah, I could see that he was looking at his phone, resting it on his stomach as he leaned back on the toilet... but his right hand, holy fuck, he was jacking his massive cock. I could only see him from his stomach down, but oh my goodness, it was a sight to behold. He was bashing away at his meat like his life depended on it. It was my first time really getting to look at his dick, other than the quick glaces I got on the camping trip. It was thick, just like mine, but it looked longer. Mine was about six inches, on a good day, so his must have been at least seven and a half, maybe even eight. I don't know... I'm not good at estimating lengths. He was quickly rubbing his cock back and forth, it didn't look like he was trying to edge it out or make it last longer than he needed it to. The raging purple head, that kept appearing from beneath his foreskin, glistened in the harsh white lighting of the bathroom. I was mesmerised. I couldn't take my eyes away from it. "Fuck" I heard a low grunt from inside the small room. His legs stretched out a bit as he got into a rhythm of pumping away at his fat cock. It was at that moment, that I realised that I was raging hard myself. I wanted for nothing more than to take it out myself and pull at it until I released my own load. But I stood frozen. I didn't want to get caught watching my Dad please himself. I couldn't take my eyes off of this glorious cock in full view. This was the first time I've ever really analysed someone else's hard cock. I'm not gonna lie, I felt kind of inferior. Watching this big, hard cock in front of me, knowing that it was bigger than mine and was able to last a lot longer than some girl squeezing it once. "Ohhh fuck" was all I heard when it happened. I was still transfixed when I saw Dad's right hand pumping at his cock faster and faster. He was close. The purple head and turned bright red and leaking precum constantly. Dad's legs stretched out and he started focusing all of his attention to the bulging head of his cock and not to the whole length like he had done before. Suddenly, his legs started spasming as his cock shot out his load at least two feet in the air. Before the first spurt had even landed on his stomach, Dad's left leg had kicked out and kicked the door wide open. There in front of me, I could see in full view, my Dad, clutching his thick cock. Even more, Dad was looking directly at me in the eyes as he pumped out his second, third and fourth spurt of jizz onto his stomach and he grunted out as he did. When his cock stopped pulsing out cum, he dropped his phone, closed his eyes and sighed out loud. No need to keep up the pretense of being quiet, if the one person you're trying to keep from hearing you jack off saw the whole climax in full view. "Fuck, I needed that" He gave a short laugh as he let go of his cock and leant forward. "Didn't mean to wake you, kid. Sorry for giving you a full view." "Uh... It's alright" "Sorry man, just let me clean myself up and I'll let you..." He looked down at my crotch, noticing my hard cock tenting out the boxer briefs I was wearing. "...I'll let you do the same" He chuckled as he grabbed one of the face towels provided by the hotel and wiped his cock and stomach, threw it into the sink and walked back to the bed. I walked in the bathroom and shut the door tightly. I grabbed a glass and drank two full glasses of water before deciding that I needed to cum myself. Maybe it was the sight of seeing my Dad cum in front of me, maybe it was the stench of his cum in the bathroom itself. I hooked the waistband of my boxers under my balls and started bashing my pole as quickly as I could. I think I lasted thirty seconds before I grunted out loud as I came. I was still stood up so, my cum just spurted out and hit the bathroom mirror. My knees buckled a little bit but I managed stop myself from falling over. When the haze of my orgasm was over, I grabbed the same towel Dad had used to wipe up his own cum and wiped down the mirror the best I could. When I thought it was done, I threw the towel of the floor without thinking and stumbled back into the bedroom and fell on the bed, scrambling under the sheets. "Feel better?" I heard a chuckle next to me. "Fuck yeah"