Date: Sat, 16 Oct 2021 18:59:07 +0100 From: David Greg Denton Subject: The Long Weekend with Dad - Part 1 The Long Weekend with Dad – Part 1 Gay, Incest, Adult, Youth, Father, Son This is a story about consensual sex between a father and his son(s). The story is fictional. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material, then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We'll be glad to have you back. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. On the sites that provide for you to rate the stories or leave comments, I value your thoughts and opinions. If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don't forget to donate! It's easy, just follow the link http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * * * * My dad had a timeshare at the beach that he used each year. He told me, this year, my stepmom couldn't join him because her sister was sick with pneumonia and she had flown to Minneapolis to take care of her. My dad had asked me to spend the week with him, but I had to work, so I agreed to drive down on Friday evening and hang out with him until Sunday noon when he had to "checkout." Then I was to meet him back at his house for the holiday the next day. It had been a while since we had spent any significant, quality time together. He had remarried shortly after my mom divorced him. I guess he had gotten lonely. Don't get me wrong, Betty was a nice lady and I liked her a lot, but she wasn't my mom. I arrived at the condo around dinnertime. I parked, grabbed my bag from the front seat, walked up the stairs to the door on the second floor and knocked. Dad yelled through the door to come in, so I did. As soon as I opened the door, I noticed that my dad was at the stove cooking in the buff. I took a second to admire his fuzzy ass. I'd always envied his hairy body while I barely had any. "Hi, Dad. Aren't you afraid you'll burn something important?" "Oh, I'm being careful, thanks. Now come here and give your old man a hug," he said as he turned to face me. Dad was muscular in a lithe, fit way, not like a bodybuilder and I was built a lot like him. He was well-endowed and I was like him in that way too. I advanced, dropping my bag at the door, and fell into his open arms. He hugged me a little longer than usual and I thought at first it was strange, but not alarming, comforting actually. "So you're naked," I remarked, trying to sound nonchalant. He pulled away slightly and stated, "Yup! I have been all week. I'm having a naked vacation!" My father had always been a little eccentric, so this was not astonishing in the least. "Well, alright then!" "Would you like to join me?" He asked. I didn't want to appear like a prude but I also hadn't been nude around my dad in years, so I decided to compromise. "How about I get more comfortable?" He smiled and said, "Whatever makes you happy, son," then he returned to whatever he was cooking on the stove. I stripped down to my boxer-briefs and joined him. "So what's for dinner?" "You know I can only cook two things: omelets and spaghetti." "So which is it?" I asked facetiously. I could see that it was clearly an omelet. "Ha ha, very funny." He flipped it then asked me to set the table. The dishes and silverware were already out. I just needed to place them on the table and find some glasses. He anticipated that and pointed at the upper cabinet near the sink. I got them down and then opened the fridge to see what there was to drink. As usual, there was either wine or beer. I was about to ask which went with an omelet when he volunteered, "I'll have some wine." I poured two glasses and put them on the table just as he was setting the plates down. We ate quietly at first and then he started asking questions about my drive down. There was really nothing out of the ordinary to report but I gave him the rundown anyway. Then it was my turn to ask what brought on the idea of a naked week. "Well, I bought this nude yoga workout/meditation DVD and decided that I'd just spend the whole week in the nude. I take it you don't approve?" He asked with a sly grin. "I don't disapprove, Dad. I was just curious that's all. You do seem pretty relaxed; I mean even more so than usual, so it must be working." "Oh, it is! I do it before bed. It's really relaxing. Wanna join me tonight?" I think the shock must have shown on my face because he said promptly, "I mean you don't have to. You can just watch me." I thought that would make me even more uncomfortable than just joining in, so I quickly agreed to do it with him. "Great! Let's clean up and watch a movie before yoga and bed." We made quick work of the dirty dishes, etc., filled the dishwasher and then turned it on. He showed me the bedroom (there was only one) and said, "There's room in the closet for your clothes and a drawer in the dresser. I left a shelf for your toiletries in the bathroom as well. The sofa pulls out into a bed. I hope it's comfortable enough for you." He sat on the bed while I put my things away then he got a towel from the bathroom and took it into the other room. When I came out, he was sitting on the towel on the couch and I, still in my underwear, sat down next to him. We watched a movie, a mystery, I don't remember the title. It was good and of course, the identity of the murderer was a complete surprise at the end. Dad stopped the DVD and switched it out for the nude yoga one. We pushed the sofa back and moved the coffee table. Dad had two yoga mats and he laid them on the floor. "Pretty sure I'd join you, were you?" I asked with a light chuckle. "Not sure, just hopeful." I smiled and shucked my underwear as he started the DVD. We went through the routine and I followed along as best I could. He cheered me on as we went through each pose, telling me what a good job I was doing. I felt exhausted but lighter by the end. I was even yawning. We agreed to move things back and get some shut eye, but not before he asked, "So what do you want to do tomorrow?" I had given this some thought on the long drive to the beach so I answered, "I'd like to do some shopping then take a stroll on the beach, if that's okay?" "Whatever you want, son," he replied. "It's your weekend." He helped me pull out the sofa-bed and make it. "Thanks, Dad." I grabbed him for a quick hug, but again it lasted longer than I'd anticipated. "I'm glad you came, son." I hugged him tighter and said, "I am too." We let go of each other and he went to the bedroom, leaving the door open so that I could use the bathroom in the middle of the night if needed and I settled in on my own bed. After what seemed like an eternity of tossing and turning, I realized I wasn't going to be getting any sleep that night. Dad must have heard me struggling because he came out and asked, "Why don't you come in here and share the bed with me? It's obvious that you're not going to get any sleep on that sofa-bed," then he added, "and neither will I with all that squeaking." I wasn't sure, so I guess I hesitated too long because he added, "The bed is plenty big enough for the both of us." I didn't hesitate again because all the calm I had felt after our yoga session was now completely gone. I quickly got up and followed him back into the bedroom, found my side of the bed and got comfortable. "Night, son." "Goodnight... again, Dad." We both rolled away from each other and fell asleep right away. When I awoke the next morning, something wasn't quite right. My dad's hairy arm was across my chest and his fuzzy chest was against my back. But more importantly, I could feel his hard cock in my butt crack. I tried not to let him know I was awake but then I heard, "Morning, son," he said as he hugged me tighter. "Morning, Dad. What's happening?" "We're cuddling. Haven't you ever cuddled with one of your boyfriends before?" "Yeah, of course, but this is different. You're my dad. What does this mean?" "Why does it have to mean anything? Can't a dad cuddle with his son?" "He can if he's not naked with a hardon," I explained. "It's just morning wood, son. Don't you have it too?" he asked as he moved his hand down and took hold of my stiff prick. "There you go... you do too." "Dad!" "What? I'm thinking we could help each other out. You know, man to man." I turned to face him. "What do you mean?" "Well, I was thinking you could climb on top of me and we could jack each other off. What do you think of that?" "Well, I think it sounds kind of crazy... and also pretty hot!" He chuckled and said, "Well, alrighty then... climb onboard!" I pushed the covers down and moved to sit on his thighs. He wrapped his hand around my cock once more and I did the same to his. If I stopped to think about it, I'd have probably backed out, but I was committed and incredibly turned on to have my dad's swollen prick in my hand and mine in his. We started stroking each other and I looked up from our hands moving quickly over our two pricks to his handsome face. His pale blue eyes were locked on mine and there was no going back. I wanted to see him come and I also wanted to see my prick shoot cum all over him! We each sped up faster and faster, our climaxes building in our balls and threatening to erupt at any moment. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I let loose. Thick, white cum shot out of my prick followed closely by the same coming from his. After I finished spasming, I collapsed on top of him, spent but happy. That's when he whispered in my ear, "That was amazing!" "Yeah," was all I could manage after that earthshattering orgasm. Then he spoke again, "I don't know about you, but I need a shower. My stud of a son just shot a load of cum all over me and it's gonna be tough to get it out of all this hair if it dries." I chuckled and moved to get off him, but he hugged me tightly before letting me go. I couldn't help but feel that maybe something had changed between us, but I wasn't sure if I was making too much out the whole thing. I mean, he did say we were just two guys helping each other out. Maybe that's all there was to it after all. (To be continued in Part 2)