The A/C in dad’s car was having trouble keeping up with the July heat. After a couple hours of driving, its output was that of a desk fan at most. I had done my best not to complain, I know dad had put a lot of effort into this trip, but I could tell even he was feeling the heat by the way he kept wiping sweat from his forehead.
I hoped the car’s lack of air conditioning was the end of the trips inconvenience, partly for selfish reasons but mostly for my dad. I knew he was looking forward to this trip and the opportunity to unwind for many reasons. The divorce from my mom had taken a lot out of him—financially and emotionally. To make up for the former, he had started taking extra work assignments that took him all over the surrounding states, leaving him with little downtime and us with little quality time.
When he announced a weekend trip to the beach for my high school graduation present, I knew it would be just as much of a gift to himself as it would be to me.
Despite the financial and emotional strain of the last year, my dad had done a decent job of preventing too much of a physical strain. Although his fitness habits had dwindled somewhat, understandably so with his growing time away from our basement home gym, he still had the muscles I’d always known him to have, just with a little extra cushion around the mid section. I was just glad he hadn’t entirely lost that hobby I knew he enjoyed. Plus we occasionally got to workout together, a habit I had picked up after my final soccer season had ended.
“What are you thinking about?” I jumped a bit at his voice, the car had been quiet for so long it startled me. He noticed my reaction and laughed, a deep and friendly laugh, one which had brought me comfort a countless number of times. “Sorry, I forgot pulling you out of a daydream is like waking a sleepwalker.” He reached over with his big hand and started lightly pinching me all over my left side, making me laugh too.
“It is not like waking a sleepwalker,” I said. “There’s a big difference between a little jump and a violent reaction.”
“Hmmm,” he smiled, a smile just as warm and comforting as his laugh, his teeth showing in his short salt and pepper beard. “Whatever you say Dr. Dean.” He had called me that since I was a kid—I’ve always had a tendency to be a smart ass.
The talk died down again, but only for a minute or two. “So,” he continued, “what were you thinking about?”
“College,” I said. “I can’t say I’m really looking forward to it.”
“Why not?” He asked, giving me a concerned glance. “College is a great time. It’s like four years of summer camp, just with some homework spread in between.”
“I know,” I sighed. “It just feels so far away. Three hours is a lot.”
“Three hours is not a lot,” he said optimistically, “the beach is only three hours!”
“Yeah, it feels like we’ve been in the car for a decade!” I retorted.
He laughed again, “Only because it’s 100 degrees in here! I’ll make sure the A/C in your car works perfectly before you move off.”
“Plus,” he continued, “you’ll have lots of college girls to keep you occupied.” A pang went through my chest. As close as my dad and I were, I still hadn’t told him I was gay. Why, I had no idea. My dad was a very liberal and tolerant person—had always expressed support and even donated to minority causes in our town. Maybe I just wasn’t very good at confessions.
He must have noticed my hesitation. He glanced at me with a worried look. “Did I say something wrong?”
No,” I said, shaking my head. “No, not at all. I’m just thinking.”
The car grew silent for a few more minutes. The GPS said we had about her hour til the beach. I wasn’t sure I could take the hour of awkwardness this conversation may have created.
“You know,” he said, “you can tell me anything, Dean. I’m not a judgmental dad, you know that.” I nodded, which I hoped he would accept as a sufficient answer and drop it. No such luck.
“This may be completely irrelevant,” he said, “so forgive me if it is, but if you were gay, that’d be 100% okay with me.” I swallowed in disbelief. Had he read my mind? “Your sexuality is independent of my love or pride for you. Nothing would change.”
I was holding back tears, was afraid to say too much for fear I’d start really crying. So I just nodded again, and said, “Thank you, dad.” And I could tell he understood, and there was nothing more that needed to be said.
Silence once again fell upon the car and I slowly, despite the heat and the intense conversation, I could feel myself drifting off, so I reclined my seat for a nap.
When I woke up, half an hour had passed. I had had a short dream—a mundane dream—where dad and I were doing a typical workout at home. It was typical it could have been any number of past workouts, and yet, when I looked after coming to—to my horror—I had a raging boner.
At 18, I considered myself pretty lucky in the cock department. I was a solid cut 7 inches, which always awarded me at least a few stares from guys in the longer room. Because of my size, and the fact that I was wearing my thin mesh gym shorts with no underwear underneath, my boner was extremely noticeable. The outline of the swollen head was clear as it bobbed up and down in the air under my shorts. My t-shirt had also ridden up, exposing where my stomach becomes my pubic region and my faint blond treasure trail. If I had moved even slightly I’m sure my cock would have slipped out the leg of my shorts.
“Must have been a good nap,” dad said in a cheeky and suggestive tone that made me want to jump out of the loving car in embarrassment.
I quickly raised up and crossed my arms in my lap to cover my boner, which had resolved itself by 0% despite my shame. “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” I said.
“Mmhm,” dad said, and lightly chuckled before leaving me to my thoughts again.
Why did that dream make me so hard? Dad and I had worked out dozens of times without any incident like this. Was it the heat? A fluke? Was it the knowledge that my dad now knew I was gay?
I studied my dad’s profile. His thick muscular arms, dusted with dark hair (a contrast to my lighter, dirty blond hair), on the steering wheel. His button up short sleeve shirt, damp with sweat, the top few buttons undone to show his swollen pecs and moderate salt and pepper chest hair. His navy board shorts, showing an impressive bulge I’ve always known was there yet never allowed myself to pay attention to. My cock throbbed, and I could feel precum wetting my shorts. What the hell was going on with me?
———
When we finally pulled up to the hotel, my boner had successfully deflated. My dad, on the other hand, seemed to think the situation was hilarious. Every time we caught each other’s eyes while unloading our bags he’d give me a shit-eating grin, leaving me embarrassed even more and rolling my eyes.
I was prepared for the hotel room, I knew my dad opted for a single queen bed instead of two to save money. Originally I was okay with that, but with my embarrassing moment in the car, plus the effect looking at my dad had on my cock, I was nervous about sharing a bed with him.
I certainly wasn’t going to sleep on the floor though. “I call the left,” I said as I belly flopped not the mattress.
I heard my dad laugh and felt a wet cloth land on the back of my head. “You can have it,” he said. I grabbed the cloth and turned over, realizing it was my dad’s sweat-soaked shirt. I looked up to where my dad was digging through his suitcase, now bare-chested.
Although my dad had put on a small bit of weight since the divorce, I really think it only made him more attractive. His broad muscular shoulders flexed while he was digging. His big pecs seemed bigger than ever, like the size of cantaloupes or something, with a moderate layer of dark (with a bit of gray)chest hair that slowly spilled down to his sturdy stomach. What was once a sculpted six-pack was now a less defined, but more powerful looking six-pack. His stomach had the same layer of hair as his chest. I suspected it continued down into a nice hairy crotch as well.
I hadn’t seen my dad naked since I was a kid, too young to remember much detail. We weren’t that type of household. But in that moment I had a strong desire to see what was under his shorts. To see if I got my dick from him. I was internally pleading with him to drop his shorts right there, which was beginning to have an effect on my cock again. It was probably for the best that he didn’t.
He finally found what he was looking for, and pulled out his navy swim trunks. “I don’t know about you, Dean Machine, but I’m ready to hit the beach.” I smiled at the nickname, another of his favorites.
“Yeah, I’d beach for sure,” I said, and got up to find my own swimsuit. As I had gotten older, after a short phase of trying to get on the school swim team, I began to exclusively wear speedos. The one I had brought was solid navy, the same color as dad’s trunks.
As I pulled my suit out, dad walked into the hotel room’s bathroom. He pushed the door closed, but not all the way. I could still see a strip of the bathroom mirror which, to my equal wonder and horror, gave me a somewhat clear view of my dad.
I watch as his big hands unbuttoned his shorts, grabbed them by the waists and, and pulled them and his underwear down in one swoop. It was then that I noticed, with more rage than I wished, that the bathroom counter covered my dad’s lower half to about mid thigh. This meant I couldn’t get a clear view of his cock. I could, however, see his dense collection of dark pubes, as well as an inch or two of the thick base of his dick. That image alone was enough to drive me crazy. I wanted so badly to know how his crotch smelled, to bury my face in his bush, to lick what I could tell was a girthy cock.
The fact that I was having these sudden urges about my dad concerned me. And the fact that my dick was almost at full mast concerned me more. I was about to put on my tight Speedo which would leave nothing to the imagination.
I quickly turned around to face the window and the nice view of the beach-lined ocean. I removed my shirt and dropped my shorts right as I heard my dad exit the bathroom. It wasn’t lost on me that my bare ass was in direct line of sight for my dad. In fact, I hoped more than anything he was looking at it. The tears of sports and using the home gym had given me quite the ass. It was a muscular and smooth pair of round globes. The perfect size for a big meaty hand.
As I slipped on my Speedo, I silently gave thanks for the amazing view out the window. My cock had deflated substantially, to the point where I felt comfortable turning around.
My dad was wearing his trunks and packing a bag for the beach, but he looked up at me as I turned around in my suit. He gave that age old catcall whistle. “Good think you weren’t wearing this in the car,” he said. “You might have ripped right through them.”
I gave a sigh of disgust, a fake one, as I walked past him to grab my own bag.
“Although with this thing,” he slapped my ass, making it do its signature jiggle, “you may bust through them anyway.”
He laughed again, and this time I couldn’t help but chuckle a little too.
———
Our hotel was practically on the beach, a narrow sandy path leading from the building to the ocean.
The beach was pretty crowded, to be expected for a Saturday in June. Dad and I set up camp in a small clearing surrounded by a few different groups. There was a trio of girls who looked to be college aged, an older retirement-age couple, and a family with two small children.
My dad and I just brought the essentials—towels, sunscreen, a couple of books, some water. Many of the groups around us had much fancier set ups with umbrellas, chairs, coolers, speakers, you name it. We had always been simple vacationers.
“Wanna get my back?” My dad asked, holding out the sunscreen. Of course I wanted to get his back. I wanted to get his front even more. I scolded myself for even thinking about applying lotion to his front, I could not afford the embarrassment of a boner at the beach.
Dad stood in front of me with his back turned. The up close view of his broad and muscular backside was mesmerizing. His shoulders were smooth boulders, and his back muscles were well defined. His body gave the impression of years of hard labor, like farm work or construction, but I knew it was all just from his time in the gym. This close to him, I could even get a whiff of his scent—a mix of sweat, the natural smell of a man, and the cologne he often wears. It was a smell that, as an adult, I only experienced during brief infrequent hugs or when we’d pass each other too close in the hall. As a kid, however, when I was still young enough to cuddle with him, sit in his lap, or be carried, I knew the smell much more often. Smelling it as I prepared to apply the sunscreen was like a nostalgic trip.
The smell slowly disappeared, replaced by the smell of sunscreen as I rubbed it into his skin. His muscles and shoulders felt even bigger than they looked. I made sure to apply pressure as I rubbed, earning some quiet moans from my dad.
Once I was finished, ending right at the edge of his swim trunks where a light patch of hair led to what I could only imagine was a big, muscular, and hairy ass, he clapped his hands once and said, “Okay bud, your turn.”
If it was a miracle that I didn’t get hard while applying sunscreen to his back, then it would be even more miraculous if I didn’t get hard while he applied it to mine.
His hands were large, but having them traveling up and down my back made them feel even larger. One hand felt big enough to cover half my back. Both of them together felt big enough to cover everything, like two meaty wings. While I didn’t get completely hard, my bulge was certainly larger after my dad was done with me. My only saving grace was being able to immediately spread out my towel and lay down on my stomach, the sand giving way to my growing bulge. The new trick was to keep from thrusting my hips into it.
After half an hour of sunbathing, a series of laughs broke the peace. Both my dad and I looked over to the young family, only about ten meters away. The dad was swinging his son in circles by his arms, much to the kid’s glee. The dad must have been in his early 30s—dark hair, an athletic yet beefy body, swim trunks that made his ass pop.
I heard my dad laugh, “That takes me back.” He was watching the father and son too, a broad smile on his face. “I miss when you were that little. When I could pick you up like it was nothing and throw you around like that. When you still needed me for some things,” he said, and then his face shifted to a cheekier grin, “like bathing.”
My dick, which had by then gone soft, gave a twitch. “You miss when we bathed together?” I teased.
He laughed, “That’s not what I meant! I just miss being more involved in your day to day life.” His grin returned, “before you started getting too handsy in the bath.”
My mouth went dry, and the twitches in my cock turned into full throbs. The thought that I was grabbing, or at least trying to grab, my dad’s thick cock in the bath made me so hard. If only I could do that as an adult.
“Even just being at this beach makes me nostalgic,” my dad said, pulling me out from daydreaming about soaping up his big hairy cock.
“Did we come here a lot when I was a kid?” I asked.
“No,” he responded, “but I came here a lot when I was younger, before meeting your mom.” I nodded, my dad grew up in this area. It made sense that he’d be familiar with this beach. “Although I spent more time on the east end of the beach,” he said. His tone suggested some sort of secret, which was only emphasized by his smirk.
“What’s on the east end?” I asked.
“The nude beach,” he laughed. “Your old man used to have quite the full body tan.” Between the bath talk and the nude beach, I was worried that a wet spot was growing on my bathing suit from all the precum. I don’t know if it was because he felt closer to me after I (indirectly) came out to him, or if he was feeling loose because we were on vacation, but this was the most forward my dad had ever been. I welcome, but dangerous, shift from his typical modesty.
Before I could respond, another shock of child laughter came from the family. We looked over to see that the young dad and buried son up to the neck in sand. The child was in hysterics, probably experienced this beach rite of passage for the first time. The dad pointed to the kid and said to his wife, “Watch him will ya? I have to pee.”
The young dad started walking towards us, as we were situated between his spot and the hotel. They must have been staying there as well. As he past by he gave my dad a nod and said, “Kids, huh?” My dad chuckled and then the younger man looked at me and gave a wink. My cock twitched again.
By this time in the day, the sun was at its peak, and I had been tanning on my stomach for going on hour. I knew I need to flip over to avoid burning and even out the tan, but my dick was still rock hard. I considered my options—I could go in the water, but my hard bulge would be visible for everyone to see on the way. I could wait for my boner to go down, but with the trajectory of the conversation, who knows when that would be. The only solution I could think of was to walk back to the hotel and see if a trip to the bathroom would help. That way I could wrap my towel around my waist under the guise of modesty.
“I think I’m gonna pee real quick,” I tell my dad. “All the water from the drive down is getting to me.”
My dad gives an acknowledging grunt from where he’s now face down on his towel. I get up with the towel in front of me, wrap it around my waist, and take off towards the bathroom.
By the time I get to the hotel lobby, my hard on has subsided significantly. The hotel lobby’s bathroom is small. When I walk in, I see only two unpartitioned urinals and one stall. One of the urinals is taken by another beachgoer in just his swim trunks. I realize it’s the young dad from earlier. He looks up from his piss and gives me a nod. I take my place at the second urinal, throw the towel over my shoulder, and pull out my cock to pee.
“Just you and your dad today?” The man asked, breaking the silence.
I nodded, “Yeah, a graduation trip for me.” I say.
“Ah, congrats!” He says and gives me a smile. I’m a bit perplexed by the situation, men rarely try to make conversation at the urinal in my experience. As if reading my mind, the man doesn’t say anything else.
My stream of piss begins to peter out when he speaks up again, “Man, the sun is really getting to me today.”
“I know what you mean, I’m sweating buckets,” I say with a small laugh, all the while continuing to stare ahead.
“That’s actually not what I mean,” he says, and his tone makes me look over at him. We lock eyes and he gives a mischievous smile before looking down in front of him. I follow his gaze and see his hard exposed cock sticking straight out. The sight forces me to swallow.
“Fuck,” is all I can say. The young dad’s hard cock is close to eight inches. It’s cut, girthy, and the perfect shape. Despite his strong body only having a smattering of dark hair, his cock has a full dark bush. The head of his cock is red and juicy, begging for a pair of lips to wrap themselves around it. His balls are also big, smooth and hanging perfectly under his massive dad cock. I’m suddenly extremely jealous of his wife, and my own cock, still out, is rock hard in seconds.
“You have a pretty nice piece yourself kid,” he smiles.
“Thanks,” I say, and look down at my own hard seven inches. Compared to his, my cock is smaller, but still large. My trimmed blond pubes contrast his thick dark ones. While my cock has a vein or two they’re nowhere near as pronounced as his veiny throbbing cock.
“You have a room here, cutie?” He asks. “We could go up there and take care of these real quick.”
I nod, my mouth too dry to speak, my eyes fixated on his big piece of meat. Finally, I break out of my trance and pull up my suit. “Follow me,” I tell him.
As soon as the door to my dad and I’s room closes, the man and I are kissing. He has light stubble that massages my face as his hot tongue explores my mouth. He pushes me up against the wall and I can’t help but reach down and rub his still hard bulge, eliciting deep moans from him.
“You ever done this with a man before, boy?” He asks me. His big hands are roaming around my body, starting at my neck and working their way around to my bubble butt.
“With boys in school,” I say, “not with a man.” His hands crawl down my shorts and underwear to grab my bare ass.
“Well I’ll make sure to show you how a man fucks his boy,” he responds, and I start to steer us towards the bed. He throws me onto the bed on my back and takes his shirt off, exposing his muscular dad bod. I mimic him and take my own shirt off. “Mmmm,” he practically licks his lips, “you are one sexy kid.”
He crawls on top of me, giving me the chance to rub my hands over his body. I have a hard time keeping my hands off his round chest, squeezing his lightly hairy pecs over and over again.
“You like daddy’s chest, baby?” He asks.
“Yes, daddy,” I respond. “They’re so big and strong.”
“Good boy,” he begins licking my naked torso, starting at my smooth pecs and hard pink nipples, and then making his way down to my abs and blond treasure trail. “I love your toned jock body, kid. Makes me so hard.”
I look down to see the obscene bulge in his shorts, my own bulge just as noticeable near his face. “I think you’ve been wearing these long enough,” he says, and slips his fingers into the waistband of my Speedo to pull them down slowly. Inch by inch he pulls, first exposing my small patch of blond pubes, then the thick base of my hard teen cock, and finally its full length, including my throbbing and leaking pink cock head. “This is one of the prettiest cocks I’ve ever seen,” he says.
“Thanks daddy,” I say. “It’s not as manly as your big cock.”
He laughs at this, and stands up to pull down his own trunks. Once the full lean got of his hard hairy cock is free, my mouth starts to water, mimicking my leaking cock. I immediately bring myself to the edge of the bed to see it up close.
“Do you like it, baby?” He asks me, running his meaty hand through my blond hair.
“I love it, daddy,” I say. “I wish my cock looked like yours.” I tentatively reach for his dick, looking up at him to find an approving smile. In my hand, his cock feels so warm. I can feel each throb, and it feels like it’s about to burst from my grip. The texture of his thick shaft is so smooth, a stark contrast to his dark bush. I run my hand through his pubes, and then I lean in and bury my face in his crotch. My nose is in his bush and his big cock is pulsing against my cheek. I breathe in a deep breath, absorbing his scent.
“Can you suck it for daddy?” He asks. I eagerly nod and open my mouth around the giant mushroom head. I run my tongue in a full 360 around his cock, getting the first couple of inches nice and wet with my saliva. I slowly take more and more of his hot dick in my mouth, using the skills I’ve practiced on schoolmates, until my nose is once again buried in his intoxicating bush. I gag a little in the thickness of this daddy dick down my throat, looking up at him as he holds my head in place.
“You are such a good boy. You look so pretty with my cock down your tight throat,” he says. He finally releases my head and I pull off, gasping for air. He then pushed me back on the bed and raises my legs, exposing my tight pink hole. “Now it’s daddy’s turn for a snack.”
He buries his face in my bubble butt, his tongue bathing my hole and his stubble massaging my ass, making me whimper at the sensation. Suddenly he stops, and averts his attention to something across the room.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, and walks into the bathroom. When he returns, my heart skips a beat. He’s holding my dad’s worn underwear from earlier today, which he left on the bathroom floor. “Daddy found your undies on the floor, baby,” he says. I realize I never told him I’m sharing this room with my dad—he thinks those are my underwear.
He then holds them up to his face and inhales. His still raging cock twitch’s several times, and I see a bead of precum gathering at the tip. “Mmmm, fuck son. These smell so ripe, daddy’s obsessed.”
The sight of this masculine dad smelling my father’s underwear drives my cock crazy. I have no choice but to grasp its thick and throbbing inches and begin to stroke it. Just when I think the situation couldn’t get any hotter, he removes the underwear from his face and leans down to press them to mine. The scent is overpowering, it’s a perfect mixture of sweat, cum, piss, and my dad’s hygiene products.
Here I am, stroking my big teen cock while I sniff my dad’s worn underwear and a strange man eats my ass. The situation becomes too much to handle and I shoot the biggest load I’ve ever shot all over my torso, the bed, and my dad’s underwear.
“That’s such a good boy,” the man says, and then he climbs on top of me and straddles my chest, taking back the underwear to sniff them. He begins to stroke his big cock, his hairy balls slapping across my face. His stroking gets faster and faster, his moans deeper and deeper, until he’s cumming all over my face and in my open mouth, meanwhile letting out a loud and guttural grunt.
As his stroking slows down, he removes the underwear from his face and smiles down at me. “Damn,” he says, “wish you were my real kid. I’d shoot so many loads everyday.”
With that, he climbs off the bed and gets dressed, leaving the room only seconds later. I’m left on the bed, reeling from the encounter, and covered in both of our cum.
Slowly, so as not to drop any cum on the bed, I get up and head to bathroom. I’m about to wipe off all the cum with a towel when I decide against it. Instead, glob by glob, I scoop the cum from my face and body into my mouth. Near my neck and chin, I can’t tell whose is whose. The cum is salty, with a little bit of sweetness. Eating the two loads off my body makes my spent cock come back to life a little.
Once I’m done, I put my Speedo back on and grab my towel. Before I leave, I put my dad’s used underwear back where they were, hoping he doesn’t inspect them too closely.
——
Dad raises his head when I come back to the beach. The young dad I just shot a load with isn’t back yet. “That was a long pee,” dad says.
“Got lost looking for the bathroom,” I responds. My dad just nods and looks at me. I can’t tell if he believes me or not.
“You got something in your hair,” he says, and points to the side of his head. I reached up and, to my horror, realized I still had cum in my hair. I tried to play it cool as I pulled my hand away and looked at the cum on my fingers.
“Huh, looks like soap,” I said. Just then, the young dad passes by us again, walking back to his family. He chats with his family for a little bit, and then looks up and catches my eye and winks. I look over and see that my dad saw this too. He looks over at me and raises his eyebrows in a mischievous and suggestive way before laying his head back down.
The rest of the day passes by uneventfully enough. Dad and I relax at the beach for another hour or two, grab dinner, and then relax in the hotel room, quickly succumbing to our exhaustion.
By the time we find a somewhat secluded space under a small shady tree, both of our cocks are rock hard. I immediately get down on my knees and take this daddy’s thick leaking rod in my mouth. I look up at him while I bob back and forth on his meaty girth, trying my best to reach his manly dark bush. The effort makes my eyes water and, as I look up at him, the partially blurred vision makes the details that separate this man from my dad disappear. It takes only a slight effort to imagine that I’m sucking my own dad’s cock right now, the thought creating a pool of precum in the dirt beneath my own hard cock.
“Damn, boy,” the made says, “you’ve got such a great mouth.” His cock tastes like an intoxicating mixture of sweat and manly musk. The man leans his head back, and the only sounds around are his loans and my slurping on his cock.
Every once in awhile some guy will walk past our spot. A couple stop to watch for a spell, and I don’t mind the attention. If anything, having an audience watch my teen mouth suck this big hairy daddy cock makes me even harder. No one stays for long though, they all eventually move on to find their own fun.
After some time of me sucking the man’s cock, he pulls out of my mouth and spreads out his towel on the ground. “Get on your hands and knees,” he says.
I do as he says, knowing I’m about to get my first pounding from someone older than me. I hear him apply some of the lube he had in his bag, the wet sounds alerting me that he’s piling up his big dick. Then I feel his slick finger on my hole. He lubes up the area on and around my hole, occasionally slipping his finger in, causing me to elicit quiet moans. Eventually, his finger is replaced with his engorged cock head. He slowly pushes the girthy end of his cock onto my tight boy hole. The feeling is like none I’ve felt before. With every new inch he buries inside me, I feel more and more complete and my cock gives another spasm. With every new push, he waits, giving me time to adjust. When he’s still, I can feel his big head throb inside my hole. He patiently progresses deeper and deeper into my ass until I can feel his hairy bush against my ass.
“Are you ready for daddy to fuck you?” He asks me.
I turn around and see this muscled and masculine man poised behind me like a god. His big hairy chest and barrel of a torso is glistening with sweat, his face is set with a cocky and hungry grin, and the top of his bush peeks out from behind my full bubble butt. “I’m so ready daddy,” I respond, and then he pulls his cock almost all the way out of my ass and forcefully plows it back in.
“Nnnnghuh,” I let out a loud involuntarily moan at the force of his first thrust. I keep moaning too as he keeps thrusting deep in and out of my tight ass. As he picks up speed, I can feel and hear his big daddy balls slapping against my taint. The whole time my own cock is as hard as it’s ever been, staying the man’s towel with my precum.
This pounding continues for a couple more minutes, and I can tell we’re both getting closer and closer to blowing our loads.
Just as I’m about to turn and tell Craig to cum in my ass, a new man walks past our spot. I see his bottom half from my vantage point on all fours—a thick half chubbed cock with a full brown bush and big low hanging balls. I think it’s a crotch I wouldn’t mind burying my face into as Craig fucks his load into me.
Just as the new man is about to complete his passing, his legs stop.
“Dean?” I hear, and my head jerks up.
“Dad? What the fuck?” It takes Craig almost no time to understand what’s going on. He quickly pulls out his hard cock, making me moan one last time, gathers his things and quickly walks away, giving my dad a brief nod as a sort of apology.
I slowly get to my feet. My cock is still rock hard, and I can feel a rush of heat on my face, telling me my cheeks are bright red with embarrassment. As my face slowly creeps upward to meet my dad’s eyes, I get another glimpse of his plump cock nestled in a dark bush of hair with his big swinging balls hanging under. I suddenly remember that I was only seconds ago wishing my face was buried in his crotch.
When I finally meet his eyes, instead of the disapproval I was expecting, I see him struggling to hold in a laugh. “Fancy seeing you here,” he barely manages to get out before bursting into laughter. Despite just being railed by my dad’s blonder twin, and despite seeing for the first time the cock I’ve been fantasizing about, my own dick starts to deflate due to the shock of the situation.
“Fancy seeing me here?” I say in disbelief. “Fancy seeing you! Why the hell are you at the gay end of the beach?”
“Hmmm,” he seems to think this over with a shit-eating grin. “Let’s just say your old man likes to have fun.” With that he leads me down the path back towards the beach.
“So, what,” I say, “you’re bi or something?”
Dad just shrugs, “Why so much pressure to label it?”
As we walk down the path, I take the opportunity to look down at his cock. It still looks about half hard—a state that leaves it looking plump and juicy and gives it enough weight to sway back and forth along with his balls as he walks. The sight makes my mouth water even more than I anticipated.
“So,” he continues, “who was your friend?” He nudges me with his elbow.
I shake my head, and I don’t know if it’s out of shame for getting caught or regret that the encounter got cut short. “Just some guy I met on the beach.”
“He was handsome,” my dad said. “And pretty well endowed.” He gives me a wink and I can’t help but roll my eyes as I suppress a smile. “I also couldn’t help but notice that he looks a bit like me.”
My mouth went dry. On the one hand, Craig did look a lot like my dad. Same build, same age, same features, same body hair, and, now that I can confirm, pretty similar cocks. On the other hand, admitting to the resemblance would suggest to my dad that I was attracted to him. “I mean you’re both roughly the same age,” I say, “but I wouldn’t go much further than that.”
“Yeah,” he said with a shrug, “maybe you’re right.”
Once back at the beach, we sort of just stand there awkwardly for a few moments, looking out at all the naked men. “Well,” my dad starts, “we’re already here, and we’ve already seen each other naked, so may as well relax for a bit.”
I nod, and we head to the closest open plot of sand. After setting up our towels, I decide to lay face down to balance the face-up tan I was getting before wandering off with Craig who, after glancing around, is nowhere to be seen. I had only been laying like that for a couple minutes when my dad breaks the silence.
“Oof, kid. Looks like your back is starting to get red.” I look as much as I can and can see, at least for my shoulders, he’s right. “Let’s get some more sunscreen on that.” He grabs the bottle of SPF and crawls over near me, sitting on his knees by my shoulder. With my head turned towards him, and as he leaned forward to spread the sunscreen on my bag, I got an extremely up close view of his crotch. I could see the veins running along his shaft, the juicy pink head, individual dark hairs. In fact, I could smell the sweaty musk. Needless to say, the sight and smell of my dad’s cock, mixed with the feeling of his strong hands on my back, made my own cock hard as a rock against the towel and the sand underneath.
I turn my face down in an effort to not be hard when I next get up, and only seconds later my dad is leaning back on his knees, done with the rubdown. “Alright, Dean-machine, you should be good to go.” I risk another glance up as he moved back to his towel. It was hard to say, but his cock looked a bit harder than it was moments ago.
———
Later that night, after a seafood dinner at a restaurant on the pier followed by a stroll through the pier’s amusement park, dad and I agree on an earlier bedtime in preparation for the early checkout and drive home tomorrow.
As we’re getting ready for bed, my dad comes up to me sitting on the edge of the bed and sits right up beside me. I can feel the hair on his arm on my arm and smell his post-shower scent.
“How you doin’, champ?” He asks me. I look up at his face, wondering what he means.
“I’m good, dad,” I respond. “Why do you ask?”
“It’s just been a very surprising weekend, is all,” he says. “What with you coming out and our run-in at the beach today…” he tapers off. He puts a hand on my shoulder. “I just want to make sure you’re okay, son.”
His concern makes me feel warm, and his hand on my shoulder makes me feel protected. “I’m more than okay, dad,” I tell him. “I’ve had an amazing weekend, and I’m glad we could do this before I move.”
He smiles at me, and then leans in to kiss me on the forehead. I can feel his stubbled against my skin, and I chub up a little. “I’m glad too,” he says. “No let’s go to bed.”
We both strip down to our underwear—me to my tight white briefs and my dad to his loose plaid boxer shorts—and get into the bed. Like the previous night, there’s a decent amount of space between our two bodies. After getting settled, my dad reaches over and turns out the light.
I lay in the dark for a while, thinking about all of the hot events of the weekend—cumming with the young dad in our room, getting fucked by Craig, finally seeing my dad’s cock. All of that combined with the immense support my dad has shown me, from my coming out to even paying for this trip, makes my heart full and my cock hard.
“Hey dad,” I say into the dark, not knowing if he’s even awake.
“Yeah bud?” He answers.
“I love you,” I tell him. And then there’s silence for what seems like an eternity.
And then a hand reach’s over to grab my shoulder. “I love you too, Dean,” my dad replies, and he pulls me over to him for a hug. I don’t even care that I’m hard, I just want a hug from my dad.
He wraps both arms around me while I settle into his embrace, my head on his chest and my arm around his torso. In this position, I could feel his chest hair against my cheek. I lightly rubbed my free hand up and down his torso, feeling the thick muscle, fat and hair that padded his body. My cock was Rick hard against his side, but I don’t think he cared. At least, he didn’t mention it. And this was how I fell asleep.
———
When I woke up, I don’t know how much time had passed. But I was sure of a few things—that it was still pitch black outside, that my dad and I were in the same position as when I fell asleep, that he was breathing like he was still asleep, and that I was still rock hard against him. More specifically, I was rock hard and leaking a large puddle of precum through my underwear and onto his leg.
At the realization of how horny I was, my waking body gave an involuntary thrust into my dad’s body, much like it typically does into the mattress. I could feel another gush of precum surge from my cock at this force. Luckily, my dad didn’t stir. My horniness had reached a new level, encouraging me to be a bit bolder. I let my right hand Rome over my dad’s sleeping torso. I felt each of his solid hairy pecs, his hard hairy stomach, and the treasure trail that led down into his boxers where his soft fat cock was resting. I thought about this for a moment. Would it be soft?
The question was too pressing, and I allowed my hand to lightly pass over the top of my dad’s boxers. Sure enough, I felt his thick imposing cock, as solid as I imagined it could get. Whether it was from a dream he was having or the presence of a warm body against him, I wasn’t sure. But knowing my dad’s hard cock was inches from my body sent me into an even more reckless state. Making sure his breathing was still in a sleep-like pattern, I slowly edged my hand under the waistband of his boxers. My fingertips slowly, like a snake in the grass, made their way through his thick bush until they nudged the base of this hard cock. Without any sudden movement, I gently wrapped my fist around my father’s big hard cock. It throbbed in my hand, and the heat coming off of it was like a magical spell, compelling me to keep going. Listening to the spell, I slowly began stroking his dick up and down, feeling the thick shaft under my skin. The skin was so soft, and bringing it down so I felt his pubes against my hand and then back up again felt almost more natural to me than stroking my own cock. As if I was born to give my father pleasure.
As I kept stroking, I felt my dad’s own stream of precum slip down over my fingers. I brought my hand out briefly to taste it. His precum was salty, like mine, but way more flavorful. When I put my hand back in his boxers I felt his balls for a second. They were huge and hairy, I wanted them so badly to be resting on my face. I then resumed stroking my dad’s cock. This went on more another minute or two. I was mesmerized by how it felt, both physically and emotionally.
“You can taste it, if you want,” came my dad’s deep voice, and suddenly, my trance was broken.
“Dad, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why—“
“Shhh,” my dad put his hand on the back of my head to stroke my hair. “It’s okay, son. I’m not mad.”
“You’re not?” I tried to look at him, but it was too dark to see anything.
“No, bud,” he answered. “But I will be if you don’t keep going.” And then suddenly the room was filled with lamp light. I looked up at my dad’s face and saw that he was serious. I also saw a look of pride in his face.
I smiled and then returned my attention to his cock. I grabbed his boxers by the waistband and pulled them down, letting his massive dick slap against his hard stomach. My new view is one of the most tantalizing I’ve ever witnessed. In the lamplight, I could now see my dad’s entire naked body and erect cock in one frame. He put his hands behind his head, showing me his massive biceps and hairy armpits. My eyes travel down to his now exposed cock. It’s roughly eight inches and laying almost flat against his belly. The full view of his hard member with his low hangers beneath and the dense patch of pubes behind made my mouth water. I quickly glance back up to his face, and he gives me an approving nod.
I grab the thick base of his cock and lower my mouth over the throbbing and leaking head. Of all the cocks I have tasted this weekend, my dad’s is by far the best. It fits in my mouth like it was made for it. As I slide my wet boy mouth up and down my dad’s hard shaft I can’t help but think how I want to do this for the rest of my life. The thought of bringing my dad pleasure over and over again makes my hole quake, as if needing to be filled
I pull off of his cock long enough to ask, “Am I doing a good enough job, dad?”
“Are you kidding, son?” He says, and then lets out a deep moan. “You’re doing an amazing job.” I run my tongue around the ridges of his giant mushroom head, tasting more precum. “When I saw that man fucking you at the beach,” my dad said, “I wish so badly that that could have been me.”
I pull off again. “Tonight, it can be,” I saw with a mischievous smile.
My dad gives me a giant smile back, “Oh trust me, son, it will be.” He then pulls me up and into a deep passionate kiss. Our lips press together with force and part so we can explore each other with our tongues. I can smell the remnants of my dad’s aftershave, a familiar smell that makes my cock throb in my briefs.
My dad pulls away and looks me dad in the eyes. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, kiddo. I have the world’s sweetest and sexiest son.”
“I’m wouldn’t trade being your boy for anything in the world, dad” I tell him.
He gives me a kiss on the forehead, and then says, “Take your undies off and come up here and let your dad return the favor.” I quickly stand by the bed and pull my briefs down, letting my hard cock pop up against my belly. “Damn, son,” my dad says, looking at my cock. “You’ve certainly got a man cock.” I giggle and climb onto him, straddling his chest.
With my hard seven inches hanging over his face, my dad opens his mouth and licks along my hard shaft up to my head, which hasn’t stopped leaking. “Mmm, fuck dad,” I let out.
“Oh yeah, son?” He says. “Does my baby boy like it when his dad licks his boy cock?” He grabs my cock and runs it against his face. The feeling of his manly stubble against my smooth cock and my balls lightly slapping against his chin cause a stream of precum to seep onto his lips.
“Oh my god, dad,” I say in ecstasy as he licks my boy juice off his lips. “I love having my cock in your face.”
“That’s what I like to hear, son,” he says. He then puts my whole cock into his mouth, taking it all the way down to my small amount of blond pubes. It’s then I realize that my dad has done this before, and the thought makes me even harder. Who could it be? Uncle Frank? My dad’s boss? Jason and Todd, our neighbors? Maybe all of the above? Maybe my dad’s boss is secretly a huge slut for fucking and sucking men. And now I get to be a huge slut for him.
Dad stops sucking and says, “I’d ask if you think you’re ready for my big dad cock, but seeing you get pounded by that big cock at the beach makes me think you’ll have no problem, kiddo.”
I smile, “I’ve never been more ready for anything.” With that, he reaches over and pulls some lube from the nightstand and hands it to me.
As I begin to lube up his throbbing dick, he says, “I want you to start by riding me, son.” I nod eagerly, lubing up my hungry hole as well. Then I position my hole right over his inflated cock head, slowly lowering myself down until the tip of his cock meets my throbbing wet hole.
“Are you ready, dad? Ready to fuck your boy?” I ask him.
He gets a real serious and animalistic look in his eye, “I’m so ready, son.” And with that acknowledgement, I let the first couple of inches of my dad’s cock into my ass. The feeling is both one of pain and deep fulfillment. With each inch I bring inside myself I feel more and more complete, like I’m being reunited with a missing part of myself.
“Uuunghh, fuck dad,” I let out a high pitched moan as I take in the rest of my dad’s thick cock, sitting all the way down to the base. I can feel his bush on my taint, and my hard cock is pouring precum onto his stomach like a faucet.
My dad leans his head all the way back in ecstasy as my tight anal cavity squeezes his cock. “You’re amazing, son,” he says.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” I tell him, and raise myself up so just the tip of his cock is still inside me. Then, taking a deep breath, I slam myself back down the base, squeezing every throbbing inch of him on the way down. We both let out simultaneous moans of pleasure, and I have to steady myself by placing my hands on his big chest. Then I do it again, and again, and each time I can feel his cock pulsing inside of me. I eventually work up to a steady rhythmic bounce, moving my hips up and down, milking my dad’s cock with my hole. As I fuck myself on my dad’s big cock, my own hard boy dick bounces against his stomach, making a wet slapping sound from my precum and giving me pleasure as well. The whole, my dad just stares at me with a mix of pride, hunger, and amazement. This incredibly handsome stud who made me, who I’ve looked up to and worshipped my whole life, currently has his big hairy cock deep inside me. And before the night is over, I’m going to have his daddy cum fill me up.
With a sudden rush my dad grabs my hips and flips us over, never removing his cock from my hole. Now I’m on my back with my legs up in the air, and my hunk of a dad is leaning over me with his hard piece still inside me. Now it’s his turn to thrust, and he looks determined to thrust hard.
I instinctively grab his big hairy pecs as he forces his thick cock as deep as it will go over and over again inside me. Our eyes never stray from one another. His face is beaded in sweat and I can hear and feel his large balls slapping my ass. I wrap my legs around his hulking torso, and he reaches down and wraps one of his big meaty hands around my hard boy cock, stroking it to the rhythm of his pounding.
I can feel the cum start building up in my balls as he continues to duck and stroke me. My jack pecs are bouncing with each of his thrusts.
“Mmmf, dad, I love you so much,” I say to him as I stare into his hungry eyes. This statement unlocks a new level of his power as the speed of his fucking picks up.
“I love you too, son. You’re the sexiest boy a guy could ask for.”
“I want you to fuck me like this for the rest of my life,” I say, and his pounding gets even faster.
“Yeah, baby? You like dad’s big hairy cock inside you?”
“I fucking love it, daddy,” and the speed gets even faster. “Even as a kid, touching it in the bath, I must have known I wanted it.”
“Fuck, baby boy. Dad’s gonna shoot his hot dad seed inside you. Would you like that?”
“Yes please, dad. I want your cum so bad,” my own pulsing cock is now on the edge of letting loose its own hot load. I grab my dad’s hairy pecs again, wrapping my legs around him even tighter to draw him close, and squeeze my hole as tight as I can. We lock eyes, and in that moment our bodies both erupt in tandem, each with an animalistic grunt.
“Unnnghuh!”
“Fuckkkk baby!”
My cum goes flying, covering my face, toned chest, and blond pubes. Simultaneously, I can feel his warm cum flossing my inside, giving me the final piece of the missing puzzle.
My dad and I look at each, both covered in sweat and cum, and give each other big grins. He leans down and delivers another passionate kiss on my lips, his body resting on top of mine, getting his son’s cum all in his body hair. I wrap my arms around his neck, keeping my legs wrapped around his body so he can’t pull out yet, wanting to savor the feeling of his still hard cock inside me for a bit longer.
“That was incredible, dad,” I say quietly to him.
“You’re incredible, son,” he replies, and I give a quiet laugh.
He slowly raises up and pulls his softening cock out of my ass. I can feel the massive amount of cum following his dick, leaking out of my used hole.
I take one more look at his wet glistening cock, the cock that made me and then completed me. “This was the best graduation present ever,” I say.
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