The A/C in dad's car is having trouble keeping up with the July heat. After
a couple hours of driving, its output is that of a desk fan at most. I do
my best not to complain, I know dad put a lot of effort into this trip, but
I can tell even he is feeling the heat by the way he keeps wiping sweat
from his forehead.
I hope the car's lack of air conditioning was the end of the trip's
inconveniences, partly for selfish reasons but mostly for my dad. I know he
is looking forward to this trip and the opportunity to unwind for many
reasons. The divorce from my mom took 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 have dwindled somewhat, understandably so with his growing
time away from our basement home gym, he still has the muscles I'd always
known him to have, just with a little extra cushion around the mid
section. I'm just glad he hasn't entirely lost that hobby I know he
enjoys. Plus, we occasionally get to workout together, a habit I picked up
after my final soccer season ended.
"What are you thinking about?" I jump a bit at his voice, the car has been
quiet for so long it startles me. He notices my reaction and laughs, a deep
and friendly laugh, one which has brought me comfort a countless number of
times. "Sorry, I forgot pulling you out of a daydream is like waking a
sleepwalker." He reaches over with his big hand and starts 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 smiles, 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 has called me that since I was a kid--I've always had a
tendency to be a smart ass.
The talk dies down again, but only for a minute or two. "So," he continues,
"what were you thinking about?"
"College," I say. "I can't say I'm really looking forward to it."
"Why not?" He asks, 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 sigh. "It just feels so far away. Three hours is a lot."
"Three hours is not a lot," he says optimistically, "the beach is only
three hours!"
"Yeah, and it feels like we've been in the car for a decade!" I retort.
He laughs 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 continues, "you'll have lots of college girls to keep you
occupied." A pang goes through my chest. As close as my dad and I are, I
still haven't told him I'm gay. Why? I have no idea. My dad is a very
liberal and tolerant person--has always expressed support and even donated
to minority causes in our town. Maybe I'm just not very good at
confessions.
He must notice my hesitation. He glances at me with a worried look. "Did I
say something wrong?"
No," I say, shaking my head. "No, not at all. I'm just thinking."
The car grows silent for a few more minutes. The GPS says we have about an
hour til the beach. I'm not sure I can take the hour of awkwardness this
conversation may have created.
"You know," he says, "you can tell me anything, Dean. I'm not a judgmental
dad, you know that." I nod, which I hope he will accept as a sufficient
answer and drop it. No such luck.
"This may be completely irrelevant," he says, "so forgive me if it is, but
if you were gay, that'd be 100% okay with me." I swallow in disbelief. Is
he reading my mind? "Your sexuality is independent of my love or pride for
you. Nothing would change."
I hold back tears, afraid to say too much for fear I start really
crying. So I just nod again, and say, "Thank you, dad." And I can tell he
understands, and there is nothing more that needs to be said.
Silence once again falls upon the car and I slowly, despite the heat and
the intense conversation, feel myself drifting off, so I recline my seat
for a nap.
When I wake up, half an hour has passed. I had a short dream--a mundane
dream--where dad and I were doing a typical workout at home. It was so
typical it could have been any number of past workouts, and yet, when I
look down after coming to--to my horror--I have a raging boner.
At 18, I consider myself pretty lucky in the cock department. I
have a solid cut 7 inches, which always awarded me at least a few stares
from guys in the locker room. Because of my size, and the fact that I'm
wearing my thin mesh gym shorts with no underwear underneath, my boner is
extremely noticeable. The outline of the swollen head is clear as it bobs
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 were to move even slightly I'm sure my cock would slip
out the leg of my shorts.
"Must have been a good nap," dad says in a cheeky and suggestive tone that
makes me want to jump out of the moving car in embarrassment.
I quickly raise up and cross my arms in my lap to cover my boner, which has
resolved itself by 0% despite my shame. "I have no clue what you're talking
about," I say.
"Mmhm," dad says, and lightly chuckles before leaving me to my thoughts
again.
Why did that dream make me so hard? Dad and I have 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 study my dad's profile. His thick muscular arms, dusted with light brown
hair, on the steering wheel. His button up short sleeve shirt, damp with
sweat, the top few buttons undone to show his swollen pecs which are
covered in chest hair the same color as his arm air. His navy board shorts,
showing an impressive bulge I've always known was there yet never allowed
myself to pay attention to. My cock throbs, and I can feel precum wetting
my shorts. What the hell is going on with me?
------
When we finally pull up to the hotel, my boner has successfully
deflated. My dad, on the other hand, seems to think the situation is
hilarious. Every time we catch each other's eyes while unloading our bags
he gives me a shit-eating grin, leaving me even more embarrassed and
rolling my eyes.
I'm 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 has on my
cock, I'm nervous about sharing a bed with him.
I'm certainly not going to sleep on the floor though. "I call the left," I
say as I belly flop onto the mattress.
I hear my dad laugh and feel a wet cloth land on the back of my head. "You
can have it," he says. I grab the cloth and turn over, realizing it's my
dad's sweat-soaked shirt. I look up to where my dad is digging through his
suitcase, now bare-chested.
Although my dad has put on a small bit of weight since the divorce, I
really think it only makes him more attractive. His broad muscular
shoulders flex while he's digging. His big pecs seem bigger than ever, like
the size of cantaloupes or something, with a moderate layer of dirty blond
chest hair that slowly spills down to his sturdy stomach. What was once a
sculpted six-pack is now a less defined, but more powerful looking
six-pack. His stomach has the same layer of hair as his chest. I suspect it
continues down into a nice hairy crotch as well.
I haven't seen my dad naked since I was a kid, too young to remember much
detail. We aren't that type of household. But in this moment I have a
strong desire to see what's under his shorts. To see if I got my dick from
him. I'm internally pleading with him to drop his shorts right there, which
begins to have an effect on my cock again. It's probably for the best that
he doesn't.
He finally finds what he's looking for, and pulls out his striped swim
trunks. "I don't know about you, Dean Machine, but I'm ready to hit the
beach." I smile at the nickname, another of his favorites.
"Yeah, I'd beach for sure," I say, and get up to find my own swimsuit. As I
have gotten older, after a short phase of trying to get on the school swim
team, I started to exclusively wear speedos. The one I brought is solid
navy, the same color as dad's trunks.
As I pull my suit out, dad walks into the hotel room's bathroom. He pushes
the door closed, but not all the way. I can still see a strip of the
bathroom mirror which, to my equal wonder and horror, gives me a somewhat
clear view of my dad.
I watch as his big hands unbutton his shorts, grab them by the waist, and
pull them and his underwear down in one swoop. It's then that I notice,
with more rage than I wish, that the bathroom counter covers my dad's lower
half to about mid thigh. This means I can't get a clear view of his cock. I
can, however, see his dense collection of brown pubes, as well as an inch
or two of the thick base of his dick. This image alone is enough to drive
me crazy. I want so badly to know how his crotch smells, to walk into the
bathroom, drop to my knees, and bury my face in his bush and lick what I
can tell is a girthy cock.
The fact that I'm having these sudden urges about my dad concerns me. And
the fact that my dick is almost at full mast concerns me more. I'm about to
put on my tight Speedo, which would leave nothing to the imagination.
I quickly turn around to face the window and the nice view of the
beach-lined ocean. I remove my shirt and drop my shorts right as I hear my
dad exit the bathroom. It isn't lost on me that my bare ass is in direct
line of sight for my dad. In fact, I hope more than anything he's looking
at it. The years of sports and using the home gym has given me quite the
ass. It's a muscular and smooth pair of round globes. The perfect size for
a big meaty hand.
As I slip on my Speedo, I silently give thanks for the amazing view out the
window. My cock has deflated substantially, to the point where I feel
comfortable turning around.
My dad is wearing his trunks and packing a bag for the beach, but he looks
up at me as I turn around in my suit. He gives that age old catcall
whistle. "Good thing you weren't wearing this in the car," he says. "You
might have ripped right through them."
I give a sigh of disgust, a fake one, as I walk past him to grab my own
bag.
"Although with this thing," he slaps my ass, making it do its signature
jiggle, "you may bust through them anyway."
He laughs again, and this time I can't help but chuckle a little too.
------
Our hotel is practically on the beach, a narrow sandy path leading from the
building to the ocean.
The beach is 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's a trio of girls who look 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 have much fancier set ups
with umbrellas, chairs, coolers, speakers, you name it. We have always been
simple vacationers.
"Wanna get my back?" My dad asks, holding out the sunscreen. Of course I
want to get his back. I want to get his front even more. I scold myself for
even thinking about applying lotion to his front, I can't afford the
embarrassment of a boner at the beach.
Dad stands in front of me with his back turned. The up close view of his
broad and muscular backside is mesmerizing. His shoulders are smooth
boulders, and his back muscles are well defined. His body gives the
impression of years of hard labor, like farm work or construction, but I
know it was all just from his time in the gym. This close to him, I can
even get a whiff of his scent--a mix of sweat, the natural smell of a man,
and the cologne he often wears. It's 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 prepare to apply the sunscreen is like a nostalgic
trip.
The smell slowly disappears, replaced by the smell of sunscreen as I rub it
into his skin. His muscles and shoulders feel even bigger than they look. I
make sure to apply pressure as I rub, earning some quiet moans from my dad.
Once I finish, ending right at the edge of his swim trunks where a light
patch of hair leads to what I can only imagine is a big, muscular, and
hairy ass, he claps his hands once and says, "Okay bud, your turn."
If it was a miracle that I didn't get hard while applying sunscreen to his
back, then it will be even more miraculous if I don't get hard while he
applies it to mine.
His hands are large, but having them travel up and down my back makes them
feel even larger. One hand feels big enough to cover half my back. Both of
them together feel big enough to cover everything, like two meaty
wings. While I don't get completely hard, my bulge is certainly larger
after my dad is done with me. My only saving grace is 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 is to keep from thrusting my hips
into it.
After half an hour of sunbathing, a series of laughs breaks the peace. Both
my dad and I look over to the young family, only about ten meters away. The
dad is swinging his son in circles by his arms, much to the kid's glee. The
dad must be in his early 30s--dark hair, an athletic yet beefy body, swim
trunks that make his ass pop.
I hear my dad laugh, "That takes me back." He's 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 says, and then his face shifts to
a cheekier grin, "like bathing."
My dick, which has by then gone soft, gives a twitch. "You miss when we
bathed together?" I tease.
He laughs, "That's not what I meant! I just miss being more involved in
your day to day life." His grin returns, "before you started getting too
handsy in the bath."
My mouth goes dry, and the twitches in my cock turn into full throbs. The
thought that I was grabbing, or at least trying to grab, my dad's thick
cock in the bath makes me so hard. If only I could do that as an adult.
"Even just being at this beach makes me nostalgic," my dad says, pulling me
out from daydreaming about soaping up his big hairy cock.
"Did we come here a lot when I was a kid?" I ask.
"No," he responds, "but I came here a lot when I was younger, before
meeting your mom." I nod, my dad grew up in this area. It makes sense that
he'd be familiar with this beach. "Although I spent more time on the east
end of the beach," he says. His tone suggests some sort of secret, which is
only emphasized by his smirk.
"What's on the east end?" I ask.
"The nude beach," he laughs. "Your old man used to have quite the full body
tan." Between the bath talk and the nude beach, I worry that a wet spot is
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 the open, yet dangerous, shift from
his typical modesty.
Before I can respond, another shock of child laughter comes from the
family. We look over to see that the young dad has buried his son up to the
neck in sand. The child is in hysterics, probably experiencing this beach
rite of passage for the first time. The dad points to the kid and says to
his wife, "Watch him will ya? I have to pee."
The young dad starts walking towards us, as we are situated between his
spot and the hotel. They must be staying there as well. As he passes by he
gives my dad a nod and says, "Kids, huh?" My dad chuckles and then the
younger man looks at me and gives a wink. My cock twitches again.
By this time in the day, the sun is at its peak, and I have been tanning on
my stomach for going on an hour. I know I need to flip over to avoid
burning and even out the tan, but my dick is still rock hard. I consider my
options--I could go in the water, but my hard bulge will 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 will be. The only
solution I can think of is to walk back to the hotel and see if a trip to
the bathroom will help. That way I can 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 asks, breaking the silence.
I nod, "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. "It's 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
length 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 pushes 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. His tongue is
strong, and he propels it in short spurts in and out of the edge of my
tight hole. His hot tongue then circles my sphincter, tracing its tight
shape. My balls are loose from the heat of the day, and they hang low and
rest on his forehead while he eats my ass. 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
twitches 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 in you 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 man I just shot a
load with isn't back yet. "That was a long pee," dad says.
"Got lost looking for the bathroom," I respond. 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 reach up and, to my horror, realized I still have cum in my hair. I
try to play it cool as I pull my hand away and look at the cum on my
fingers.
"Huh, looks like soap," I say. 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 before grabbing dinner. When it's time for
sleep, dad and I both strip down to our underwear--me to my tight briefs
and my dad to his boxer shorts--as is custom in our household. Typically,
we strip down to our underwear and sleep in our own beds, however.
"Woah there, kiddo," my dad says suddenly. "Didn't realize you were still
wearing your bathing suit." He gives me a cheeky smile.
I just roll my eyes and crawl under the covers, my dad following
shortly. There's about a foot of space between our nearly naked bodies, but
the heat from his side makes me want to close the distance. I resist,
however, not knowing how I'd explaining the sudden closeness, and before
anytime at all, I'm drifting off to sleep.
-----
The next morning, my dad presents a change of plans. I'm still in bed, only
having woken up a few minutes ago, waiting for my morning wood to
dissipate, when my dad comes in all sweaty from the using the hotel gym.
"Morning, bud," he says. "Just got a call from the boss, I may have to do
some remote work today."
"What?" I respond. "So you're gonna miss an entire day at the beach?"
"No, no, it shouldn't take that long. Just a few hours," he says, toweling
off the sweat from his face and arms. "I'll find a coffee shop or
something, do my work while you hit the beach or do whatever you feel like,
then I'll meet up with you for the rest of the day. How's that sound?"
"Okay, I guess so," I answer, thinking about how I want to spend a few
hours alone. Suddenly, I remember my dad and I's conversation at the beach
yesterday. The thought of exploring the nude beach at the east end makes my
quickly deflating cock spring back up.
-----
About an hour later, I pass the sign announcing I'm entering the clothing
optional section of the beach. The scenery doesn't change immediately, but
gradually I begin to see more and more naked bodies. Still in my speedo,
I'm unsure of where to set up my towel. Farther down the beach, so far down
I can just barely make it out, I see a rainbow pride flag waving in the
breeze. It's basically an answer to where to set up camp.
As I get closer to the flag, I begin to understand exactly its
significance. With each step forward the ratio of men to women grows
significantly heavier towards the men. There are cocks all around me, of
all shapes and sizes. Just being surrounded by so many naked men makes my
own cock chub up.
Once I feel deep enough within the gay part of the beach, I find an open
space and spread out my towel. Once set up, I take a deep breath and pull
down my speedo, exposing my plump half-hard cock to everyone around. As I
reach for the sunscreen, I can definitely tell some of the men are staring,
only making more blood flow to my cock.
As I start screening up my front, making sure to give my cock a couple of
tugs with the sunscreen, I hear a deep voice behind me. "Need any help with
that?"
I turn around and let out a small gasp. The man in front of me looks like a
darker-haired replica of my dad. The same masculine face and jawline, the
same muscular daddy build, the same amount of body hair, and the same deep
voice. What I can't compare, however, is their cocks, considering I've yet
to see my dad's. This stranger's cock, however, is hypnotizing. It's so
thick I'm tempted to call it a beer can dick. The thick shaft and huge head
hang down low, just like his big daddy balls, all hanging down from a thick
dark bush.
"Um, yeah," I mutter, my dick quickly reaching full mast, "I'd appreciate
the help." He grins and steps forward, taking the bottle from my hands.
"Why don't you lay down on your front," he says. "And be careful not to
crush this weapon." He bats my rock-hard cock with his thick hand, sending
my dick swinging left and right. I quickly drop down onto my front, eager
to do whatever this stud of a man. "I'm Craig, by the way," he says as he
begins to lather up my back.
"I'm Dean," I say back. His big hands rub lower and lower until they're at
the top of my bubble butt.
"Nice to meet you, Dean," he says, and his fingers enter my crack. "You're
quite the stud, boy." His thick fingers rub and tease my tight hole, and I
let out a soft moan.
"You're sexy too," I say. "You look just like my dad."
"Oh yeah?" I feel a drop of something on my back, but his hands are still
on my ass. I look over to my side, where he's leaning over me, and see his
cock is also rock hard, leaking precum onto my back. "Do you like that I
look like your dad?"
"It's so hot," I say. "I've never seen his cock, but I hope it's as big and
hairy as yours."
"You know, son, up behind the beach is a set of dunes and shrubs. Lots of
guys go back there to fool around."
"Can we go, daddy? I want your dick inside me," I tell Craig.
"Anything for my boy," he says, and we get up, collect our things, and
begin to walk towards the dunes.
By the time we find a somewhat secluded space under a small shady tree,
both of our cocks are still 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," Craig says, "you've got such a great mouth." His cock tastes
like an intoxicating mixture of sweat and manly musk. He leans his head
back, and the only sounds around are his moans and me slurping on his cock.
Every once in a while, 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 Craig'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 lube he must have had in his bag, the
wet sounds alerting me that he's lubing 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, staining 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 thick 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 dark-haired 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 says 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, just like Craig, who is nowhere to be
seen, had me before. I only lay 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,
as he leans forward to spread the sunscreen on my back, I get an extremely
up close view of his crotch. I can see the veins running along his shaft,
the juicy pink head, individual dark hairs. In fact, I can 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, make 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 moves back to his towel. It's hard to say, but his cock
looks 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 stubble against my skin, and I chub up a little. "I'm glad too," he
says. "Now, 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 his hand reaches 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 pads his body. My cock
is rock hard against his side, but I don't think he cares. At least, he
doesn't mention it. And this was how I fell asleep.
------
When I wake up, I don't know how much time has passed. But I am sure of a
few things--that it's still pitch black outside, that my dad and I are in
the same position as when I fell asleep, that he's breathing like he was
still asleep, and that I'm still rock hard against him. More specifically,
I'm rock hard and leaking a large puddle of precum through my underwear and
onto his leg.
At the realization of how horny I am, my waking body gives an involuntary
thrust into my dad's body, much like it typically does into the mattress. I
can feel another gush of precum surge from my cock at this force. Luckily,
my dad doesn't stir. My horniness has reached a new level, encouraging me
to be a bit bolder. I let my right hand roam over my dad's sleeping
torso. I feel 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 is
resting. I think about this for a moment. Will it be soft?
The question is too pressing, and I allow my hand to lightly pass over the
top of my dad's boxers. Sure enough, I feel his thick imposing cock, as
solid as I imagine it can get. Whether it's from a dream he's having or the
presence of a warm body against him, I'm not sure. But knowing my dad's
hard cock is inches from my body sends me into an even more reckless
state. Making sure his breathing is still in a sleep-like pattern, I slowly
edge my hand under the waistband of his boxers. My fingertips slowly, like
a snake in the grass, make their way through his thick bush until they
nudge the base of this hard cock. Without any sudden movement, I gently
wrap my fist around my father's big hard cock. It throbs in my hand, and
the heat coming off of it is like a magical spell, compelling me to keep
going. Listening to the spell, I slowly begin stroking his dick up and
down, feeling the thick shaft under my skin. The skin is so soft, and
bringing it down so I feel his pubes against my hand and then back up again
feels almost more natural to me than stroking my own cock. As if I was born
to give my father pleasure.
As I keep stroking, I feel my dad's own stream of precum slip down over my
fingers. I bring my hand out briefly to taste it. His precum is salty, like
mine, but way more flavorful. When I put my hand back in his boxers, I feel
his balls for a second. They are huge and hairy, I want them so badly to be
resting on my face. I then resume stroking my dad's cock. This goes on for
another minute or two. I'm mesmerized by how it feels, both physically and
emotionally.
"You can taste it, if you want," comes my dad's deep voice, and suddenly,
my trance is broken.
"Dad, I'm so sorry, I don't know why--"
"Shhh," my dad puts his hand on the back of my head to stroke my
hair. "It's okay, son. I'm not mad."
"You're not?" I try to look at him, but it's too dark to see anything.
"No, bud," he answers. "But I will be if you don't keep going." And then
suddenly the room is filled with lamp light. I look up at my dad's face and
see that he's serious. I also see a look of pride in his face.
I smile and then return my attention to his cock. I grab his boxers by the
waistband and pull 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 can now see my dad's entire naked body and
erect cock in one frame. He puts 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 make 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 wished so badly that it could have been me."
I pull off again. "Tonight, it can be," I say 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 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 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 haven't seen anything 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 time, 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 fuck
and stroke me. My jock 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 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 filling 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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