Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2021 15:25:06 +0100 From: David Greg Denton Subject: The Long Weekend with Dad - Pt 2 The Long Weekend with Dad – Part 2 Gay, Incest, Adult, Youth, Father, Son 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 * * * * Soon after Dad went into the bathroom, I heard the water running in the shower. He called out to me, "Aren't you gonna join me?" I pulled myself together and answered, "Coming, Dad!" He had just stepped in and had the left the shower curtain open for me. Once I was in, I closed it behind me. He was already wet which gave me a moment to admire all that matted-down, reddish-brown body hair. He looked so incredibly sexy. He was just about to start soaping up when I took the bar from him and lathered up his chest myself. He just stood there and let me. After I finished with his chest, I washed each muscular, hairy arm then came back to his fuzzy belly before stopping just short of his dark red pubes. "Don't stop now, son. I mean you have touched it before." So I proceeded to take it in hand and lather it and his big balls too. It felt strange to be handling all his equipment, but it was also a huge turn on. My cock was getting engorged again and so was his. I had to let it go so that I could wash his legs. When I was done with his feet, he leaned back so the water could wash off all the soap. Then I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, opened my mouth, closed my lips around the head and took in as much of the shaft as would fit. I began sucking his rock-hard cock, but he stopped me. He pulled me up then turned around so that I could get his broad, freckled back, tiny waist and bubble butt. I was hesitant to put my soapy hand in his crack but he spread his cheeks so I could get in there and clean his rosebud as well. Then I told him to turn around and rinse off. Once all the soap was gone from his body, he informed me that it was his turn. He did the exact same thing to me then he had me rinse off. I was surprised when he knelt down, took my cock in his hand, opened his mouth and began to suck on it. It was incredible having my own father suck my cock. But all too soon he stood back up, turned me around and started soaping up my back. Once he got to my rosebud, he started to tease my hole. I moaned as he inserted a finger. I bent over so that he could have better access. He pushed in further and then withdrew it. He was starting to finger fuck me when the flowing words burst from my mouth, "Fuck me, Daddy, please!" He asked, "Are you sure?" I answered with an unequivocal, "Yes." He soaped up his cock and inserted it and I was surprised there was no pain. Then he proceeded to fuck me, slowly at first and then faster and faster. He was pounding me pretty good but he stopped suddenly, pulling me up with him, his cock still inside me. "I'm sorry. I can't come again so soon after having just come." I turned around... my eyes begging him to continue. He took my face in his hands and said, "Don't worry, son. We can finish this later." "Promise?" I asked, practically begging. "I promise." I wrapped my arms around his waist and he hugged me tightly. When his stomach growled, we both chuckled and separated. He turned off the water and I stepped out; he followed. I handed him a towel and took one for myself. We dried ourselves off in silence, watching each other the whole time. Once we were dry, we didn't bother wrapping the towels around our waists, just left them to dry and went to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast. After cleaning up the dishes, we both got dressed. I put on my swim trunks and a shirt. He put on some horrible cutoffs and a Hawaiian shirt. I looked him up and down before stating, "We need to stop in one of the shops before we hit the beach." "Why? Did I forget something?" I couldn't help but put my hands on my hips and say, "Yeah, you forgot to bring a swimsuit." "This IS my swimsuit," he declared as if that was an explanation for wearing those things in public. "No, they're not, Dad. They're a pair of cutoffs and I wouldn't be caught dead walking on the beach with you in those. Sorry, not sorry. We're going to buy you a proper swimsuit." "Fine, but nothing too skimpy." "Deal. Let's go." We walked by a couple of shops that looked kind of touristy then saw one that seemed to fit the bill nicely. It looked to be classier than the others. It didn't hurt that the guy setting out racks was pretty handsome. A little too handsome if I was being honest. So I said, "This place looks good. Let's go in here." I went in and Dad followed. "Please let me know if there is anything I can assist you with," the man said as he kept eye contact for just a few seconds too long. I was right about him, so I was going to see just how much fun we could have. "My dad and I are looking for swimsuits. He left his at home and all he has are these horrible cutoffs," I fibbed pointing at my dad's cutoff jean shorts. "Men's suits are on those racks," he said as he pointed to the far-left wall, "and the dressing rooms are right through those curtains," he said as he pointed to the back of the store. "Let me know if you need anything else," he added, holding my gaze a little longer than necessary once more. I went right for the suits with the least amount of fabric, found two in a slightly smaller size and proceeded to the dressing rooms. As soon as I closed the curtains behind us, my dad whispered, "I told you I didn't want anything skimpy and yet that's exactly what you chose." "Do you trust me?" I asked him. He looked me in the eyes and said, "Of course I do," with a creased brow. "Good because I have a plan. Just follow my lead." I told him to go into his dressing room and put on the suit I'd picked out and that I would go into the other one and do the same. I got undressed and struggled into the suit knowing immediately that it had achieved the desired effect. "How you doing in there, Dad?" I asked over the partition. "It's not good, son. I can't stuff everything into this tiny suit!" "Perfect, neither can I!" I answered back with a chuckle. That's when I heard the salesman ask, "How's it going? Do they fit alright?" I opened my curtain and stepped out. His eyes got big as saucers as I replied, "Well, it doesn't seem to have enough fabric to cover my package." I had my cock to the side and you could still see the head and part of the shaft. "If I adjust it down like this," I began to say as I pulled the front of the suit out and tried to stuff my cock down into the pouch, "you can still see my pubes and..." I left the rest unspoken. "Dad, come out here please, so we can see if yours fits you any better." He slid his curtain open and you could see that he was having the exact same problem. He stood next to me and I could see the lust in the salesman's eyes. My plan was working. "Do you have any suggestions, uh... I'm sorry what's your name?" I asked looking straight at him, forcing his eyes up from our overly stuffed packages, to look me in the eye. "Uh, Rick, and yes, I'm sure I do. Give me a moment, please." He turned and left, so I spoke to my dad quickly about the next stage of my plan. "Take off the suit." He looked at me like I was crazy, but as soon as he saw me pulling mine down, he removed his as well. I grabbed my phone from the cubicle and told Dad to get close to me. I snapped a couple of pix of just our torsos, cocks and balls, then put my phone back. When Rick returned, he was shocked to see us naked and holding the suits instead of still wearing them. "Oh..." was all he could manage. When he didn't immediately hand us the suits he'd brought back, I asked him what he had for us. "Well, I brought two that are slightly larger, square cut, and should have enough fabric to accommodate your, uh... equipment." He held them out for us. I took the seafoam green one that kind of looked like modified running shorts and Dad took the red one that was a more plain design but looked good with his skin tone. "Great, thanks." I handed both of the other suits to Rick and began putting on the new one right there in front of the man. Dad did the same. We were both able to stuff everything in the new ones with ease and yet they still showcased beautifully just how well-endowed we both are. "They're perfect! What do you think, Dad?" He agreed. Then I added, "We'd like to wear them out of here. Do you have one of those portable security device removers or do you need to take them up front?" "It's portable. I'll go get it." He was just about to leave and go get it when I asked if we needed to remove the suits. "No, I can remove them while you're still wearing them. Please wait here." He left and Dad asked in a soft voice, "What was that all about? Don't get me wrong, it was hot showing off for that guy, but..." "Trust me, we'll be leaving with more than these suits today," I assured him with a wink. "Shhh, he's coming back." "Gentlemen, after the two parts are separated, I will have to remove the back part of the device by placing my hand inside the suit, so please excuse me." Then he applied the security tag removal device and the pieces came apart. He pulled the side of the suit back and put his hand inside to retrieve the other piece. They were ice cold and shaking which made me shiver a little. "I'm sorry if my hands are cold." Then he removed the price tag. "It's okay. It was just a surprise, that's all," I assured him with my sexiest smile. He smiled back and that's when I knew I had him. He blew on his hands for a moment then went and did the same to Dad's suit. Then he removed the price tag from his as well. He was about to leave us when I asked him, "Would you mind taking a picture of us to remember this vacation by? We don't have that many of just the two of us." "Sure!" He replied rather enthusiastically. I grabbed my phone again and set it up then handed it to Rick. I got close to dad and put my arm around his waist. He put his arm across my shoulder. Rick took several so that I'd have plenty to choose from. Then I asked him to join us. He got in the middle and we both put our arms around his waist while he took the picture of the three of us in the mirror. The mood was interrupted when we heard a voice from inside the store say, "Hello?" so he handed the phone back to me and told me he'd meet us at the counter when we were ready to check out. Dad and I put on our shirts but folded everything else and brought them out with us. Rick was alone at the counter, but we could both see a woman browsing for tee shirts in the women's section. We walked up to join him, placing our folded clothes on the counter. He said, "You'll need something to carry your things in." He picked out two canvas totes with the store logo on them and placed them on the counter. I placed our things in the bags. "What are your plans after you leave here, if you don't mind my asking?" "We're going to shop a little more, then take a walk on the beach and maybe lay in the sun," I replied. "Then you'll need some sunscreen," he grabbed a bottle. He looked at dad and said, "Some aloe vera gel in case you burn," he grabbed another bottle. "Some beach towels," he grabbed those and then came back to the counter, stuffing them in our bags. The lady who had come in to look at tee shirts left, saying "thank you" to Rick. He smiled and waved at her. "Rick, we don't even know how much the suits are going to be, let alone all this extra stuff. I don't know if we have enough cash." He just smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. I'll just write it off as shrinkage." I looked confused and he must have figured out that I didn't know what that meant so he added, "I'll write it off as lost, damaged or stolen." "Are you sure you won't get in trouble with your boss for that?" I asked concerned for his job. He chuckled and replied, "It's not a problem, really. I'm the boss, one of them anyway. And as for the suits, we're having a two for one special today only." He smiled at us and we smiled even bigger back at him. Then he told us how much we owed him and it was about a quarter of what it should have cost if we'd paid for everything. Dad gave him some cash; he gave us a receipt then walked us to the door. "Here's my card. If you need anything else while you're here, please don't hesitate to call me. My number's on the back." To that I said, "I'm Dave, by the way, and this is my dad, John. Thanks for everything," then we shook hands and left. We walked down the boardwalk, window-shopping a little more then realized we were getting a little hungry, so I texted Rick one of the photos of us naked and asked if he could recommend a good place for lunch. He texted back: Rick: Thanks for the pic, wow! Where r u now? Dave: In front of Maddie's Ice Cream shop Rick: The Blue Parrot is good. It's on the next street, turn left and it's about 2 doors down on the right. A friend of mine owns it. Ask for Mike and tell him Rick sent you and you want 2 off-the-menu specials. Dave: Cool, thx! Btw: r u free for dinner? Rick: I don't close the shop until 7 then have to count the drawer, reconcile, etc., so I wouldn't be free until about 7:30 Dave: That's fine. I'll send u the address Rick: Thx, c u then "Hey, Dad, Rick gave me the name of a restaurant for lunch." "Great, let's go!" As we were walking I asked him, "How would you feel about a threesome?" "With whom?" he asked. "Rick's coming over for dinner tonight. I thought maybe we could have him for dessert." He chuckled and said, "I like the way you think, son!" (to be continued in Part 3)