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Day 4 of 7 -- Sunrise Artistry
Color woke Michael first. Soft gold stretched across the ceiling, thin ribbons of orange slipping through the curtains. He blinked toward the window, still heavy with sleep, then lightly stretched when we felt some resistance. He looked to his left and Andrew was on his side still sleeping facing him. Andrew lifted the sheets to clearly see his morning wood standing straight up... with the help of Andrew's hand. That's right, Andrew's bare hand was holding Michael's bare cock. Andrew's hand was not moving, just simply holding his father's cock. Michael's cock had almost become Andrew's nighttime sleep soother. Michael was shocked but also couldn't lie to himself; It was playfully innocently erotic and it felt good to have someone touch his cock. Michael dropped the sheets to think about what to do next.
Just then Andrew opened his eyes as the first full band of sunrise spilled into the room.
"Hey," he murmured.
"Hey buddy, morning. Sleep well?" responded Michael.
"Oh yeah, I was out and so comfortable... oh god, I'm sorry!"
It was just then that Andrew realized he was grasping his dad's hard bare cock. Andrew let go immediately and rolled onto his back with his hands over his face.
"Bud... bud... Andrew... look at me," Michael said as he leaned forward and sideways toward Andrew.
"I am so sorry, I didn't know I did that in my sleep," Andrew pleaded as he uncovered his face but kept his eyes closed.
"Look at me... I'm fine, it's fine. No harm done. In fact you've done it every morning this trip. I've just not been nude before and your grip has always been less."
"Every day!? You didn't say something?"
"No way. I didn't want you to feel weird or bad like you are now. I'm your dad and we both have the same parts."
"Thanks dad," Andrew said sheepishly.
"It's not that big of a deal... well it's kind of big," Michael joked as he nudged Andrew who cracked a smile.
Michael leaned over and hugged Andrew who was now smiling more. However when Michael went in for the hug the bedding did not move. When Michael leaned back to his original sitting spot, the still hard-ish cock was exposed which Michael made no effort to hide or acknowledge. Andrew did though. Despite apparently touching it multiple times this trip, he had never seen his dad's cock this close or hard. Andrew was shocked that his dad had such a good looking and impressive hard dick. It was proportional, had a great cut head, a sturdy shaft and a cute little freckle on the side. Andrew was transfixed to see his first hard cock in person. He wished he could touch it again but that was out of the question.
"You want to go see the sunrise on the balcony?" Interrupting Andrew's train of thought.
"Yeah, let's do it."
Michael swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, completely unselfconscious. He walked to the balcony doors with is cock pointing the way, slid them open, and stepped out into the morning air.
"Come out and see," he called softly.
Andrew watched him walk and exude the quiet confidence in the way he moved. Even his butt looked gorgeous in the morning. Then Andrew pushed the covers back and rolled out of bed. Andrew adjusted his swelling cock as he made his way to the balcony. Andrew had seen his dad's hard cock but Andrew was not ready for his dad to see his.
They stood side by side at the railing, the ocean endless and calm beneath streaks of gold and coral sky. The air was cool and clean. Michael rested his forearms on the rail, posture relaxed.
Andrew stood next to him, shirtless, bare feet on warm decking. Different comfort levels, same skin meeting sunlight and for a while, neither spoke.
Michael slipped an arm around Andrew's shoulders and gave him a small side hug.
After a few minutes Andrew stepped back inside. Michael remained at the railing, unaware of the shift happening behind him. Andrew climbed onto the bed, settling against the headboard. He pulled his sketchbook from the nightstand, flipped to a blank page, and began. The pencil moved quickly:
Michael framed against sunrise. The relaxed line of his shoulders. The quiet strength of his back meeting his baseball player round hard ass. His stance, solid, rooted in pure naked masculine energy and sexuality.
Andrew worked without thinking. When Michael finally turned and walked back inside, Andrew froze, mid-line.
"What're you working on?" Michael asked, voice still thick with sleep.
Andrew hesitated, then turned the book around which inspired Michael to step closer. The drawing was light, honest and strong. It captured something more than posture. He looked at it longer than Andrew expected.
"I knew you were good," Michael said quietly. "This is impressive."
Andrew felt heat rise in his chest. Michael glanced back toward the balcony.
"You want me to go back so you can finish?" Michael innocently inquired
"Sure, if we have the time."
"For you bud, we got the time."
Michael walked back to the railing and with every step his cheeks kissed. Michael returned to his initial pose and allowed Andrew to continue.
It was quiet for a bit. You could hear the ocean which paired well with Michael's skin meeting the sun. By now his cock had returned to its natural state.
Michael then interrupted the sustained silence. "If you ever need a model," he said casually, "I'm available."
Andrew paused and took a breath. "Would you... want to do a few poses right now?"
Michael smiled easily. "Sure. Tell me what you need."
Andrew's cock perked up but he hid that excitement. Instead, he straightened his shoulders, lowered his voice and walked closer to the balcony. This is something completely new for both of them. Although a fine relationship, they were never this open to each other but Andrew was not going to turn down this opportunity.
"Ok let's start at the railing since you are already there," Andrew directed.
Andrew stepped onto the balcony and studied the light.
"Can you stand sideways?" he asked. "Like you were... but turn a little more toward me."
Michael adjusted without hesitation, "Like this?"
"A little more," Andrew said and then walked over. He put his hands on Michael's shoulder and twisted him "Yeah. That's good. Hold that."
Andrew began sketching. He wasn't shy now, he was focused and confident. Michael watched him between glances at the horizon. Just then Andrew flipped to a new page.
"Ready for a new pose?" Andrew asked.
"Sure, whatever you want. Direct me," Michael responded
"Can you sit?" he asked. "Then lean forward with your elbows on your knees."
Michael lowered himself into the chair while Andrew stepped closer, squinting slightly.
"Drop your shoulders a bit more toward me."
Michael shifted again.
"And... could you," Andrew says timely while clearing his throat, "Can you have your junk hang over the edge of the chair?
Michael cupped his cock and balls and scooted forward in the chair. He let go of his package and let them dangle. "Like this?"
"Perfect."
Andrew worked faster this time. His sketching movements became more animated. With every stroke his caution decreased; Andrew was in his element.
Michael noticed that and thought, "The kid who wore long sleeves at the pool was dissolving. Look at him now."
Michael sat there feeling more confident himself. Andrew's energy was infectious and Michael was excited to be seen in a new light himself.
"Want to do one more?" Andrew said, flipping to another blank page.
"You got it. Tell me what to do." Michael said
"Can you sit on the lounge chair and lie back? Just... relaxed."
Michael got up and situated himself on the lounge chair. He then reclined, one arm behind his head, one leg up and bent, body loose and open to the light. Michael's cock swelled just a bit due to the position and the newness of this kind of openness. His hole is almost visible to Andrew in the sunlight. Michael felt his cock growing, he looked down and flopped it on his stomach so it rested.
Andrew paused a second and then bravely asked "Can you move your cock for me? Can it bend just a little this way?" Getting up and walking closer to Michael.
Michael was shocked to hear the word cock come so freely out of Andrew's mouth. Michael tried to move his semi cock to where Andrew asked but his cock either didn't want to stay put or Andrew asked for slight adjustments.
"Hmm, just isn't right yet." Andrew mumbled.
"It isn't listening to me. Want to put it where you want?" Michael said jokingly.
Andrew quickly responded, "You'd be ok with me doing that?"
"You were touching it all night so why not," Michael laughed, "I am your model, do what you wish with me."
Andrew knelt down and grabbed his dad's semi cock and moved it to the right. Michael gave a short and low volume grunt. Being closer to Michael's tool allowed Andrew to notice a small bead of pre-cum coming from Michael's cock head. This was exhilarating to Andrew. Michael's cock didn't want to stay and in the process, Andrew got some of the pre-cum on his hand. It was evident by the long strand that went from Michael's cock head to Andrew's wrist.
"Sorry there bud," Michael said semi embarrassed but also smiling.
"Not a problem, hazard of the job," Andrew joked back.
After a few more tries, Michael's cocks rested in the area between your thigh and hip. Andrew stood up to return to his drawing station with a noticeable tent in his shorts. There was no way to hide his erect cock in his loose soccer pants with no underwear. Andrew sat down and adjusted his hot member.
By the time Andrew walked back and sat down, all his model posing efforts were gone. Michael's cock was now at full hardness and attention. With his current pose his cock had moved from his thigh area to directly on his stomach.
"Sorry it moved again," Michael chuckled.
"That's alright. It's a nice dick so it still works," Andrew was shocked by his transparent answer.
"You think so?" Michael said, twisting his head to view it from different angles.
"Well yeah... look at it," Andrew leaned forward in his chair and began narrating how it shows up artistically.
"Your cock is resting on your almost hairless body but it has spring from your manicured hair, there is a slight arch to the left that makes it look assertive but at rest, your cock head shape is really stunning with the slope on the top, and the color is getting more red as we sit here yet it still maintains its gorgeous look in the natural sun."
"Woah..." Michael exhaled. "I've never had someone take the time to review my cock."
Andrew, stunned that he gave such a detailed description, simply leaned back and replied "You should be proud."
Michael laughed and grabbed his cock from the base and wagged it around. In doing so, a bit of pre-cum streaked across the head. Michael went to wipe it but was stopped by Andrew.
"Leave it, it adds a layered element."
Michael leaned back and left his pre-cum for the artist.
Andrew began sketching intently. Michael replayed their conversation in his head and then looked into Andrew's eyes. And that's when it settled into place for Michael. He had coached young men long enough to recognize certain silences. Certain patterns that only made sense once you let yourself see them. His mind went fast... The long sleeves, the shyness, his willingness to handle his cock. The pieces aligned. Michael thought he had figured out Andrew's secret. Andrew was most likely gay but Michael wasn't sure. He stopped himself and just thought, "Either way, I don't care. I can bond differently with each of my boys. Each is special no matter what."
Andrew finished the final lines and lowered the pencil.
Michael sat up, "Let me see."
Andrew walked over to the lounge chair and extended Michael his sketchbook. Michael spread his legs and told Andrew to sit in-between them and show him. Andrew turned around and sat down. His back now toward his dad. Michael wrapped his arm around Andrew's bare stomach and scooted him closer so he could see the sketches over Andrew's shoulder. Michael's wet cock head was now touching Andrew's bare back. Neither one of them reacted.
Andrew gave Michael a tour of his sketches and Michael studied the pages carefully.
Resting his chin on Andrew's shoulder, Michael says "You see people clearly. You've got a real gift. You also made my dick look great."
Andrew smiled, "Well it looks better in person honestly. It's impressive."
"If you ever need to draw more," he said, voice easy and sure, "I'm around."
"I'll definitely take you up on that offer." Andrew speedily responded.
Michael said "good" while wrapping his legs around Andrew and pulling him backwards in a strong playful hug.
"Want to get some food and then pool again today?" Andrew struggled to say due to laughter
Michael let Andrew go saying, "You're the boss"
Both got up from the lounge chair. Michael had multiple smears of pre-cum all over his thighs, stomach, and cock head. Andrew didn't know but his back looked like a Jackson Pollak painting with all the pre-cum streaks. Both quickly changed, Andrew still keeping his bottom half private with a bathroom change. While Andrew was in the bathroom, Michael couldn't help but feel the impending pain in his balls. Uh oh... blue balls! Michael had woken up hard 3 days in a row, participated in an erotic sketching project and to top it off he had not cum for a week prior due to getting work ready for his absence. He thought he would need to get some privacy soon to take care of things.
The day felt lighter. There was pool time and sun and easy laughter. They walked the deck without the invisible space that had once existed between them.
That night, they got back in their room a little earlier than normal due to their sunrise studio sketch session. Andrew asked if he could shower first again tonight. As usual, he grabbed his clothes, headed into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. Steam filled the space quickly. He stood in front of the mirror for a moment, studying his reflection. He took a slow breath, letting it out carefully.
Today had changed him, he felt lighter. He had decided to not close the bathroom door for his shower. He began to take his shirt off, then shorts, and underwear shortly thereafter. He turned to walk toward the shower. Michael peeked around the corner and saw Andrew's cute little peach. Andrew showered and came out shirtless without hesitation. Michael noticed but didn't comment, he only gave a light pat to Andrew's stomach as he passed. Michael's fingers lightly touching skin and his band to his soccer shorts.
"Lookin' good, bud."
Andrew laughed nervously.
"Thanks."
Michael then showered with the door partly open, steam drifting into the room. He dried off, and threw his towel casually back in the bathroom while talking about the movie playing on TV. He thought his own nudity was old news so why avoid it any longer? Andrew was already in bed when Michael nudely joined. They landed on a new comedy release and hunkered down to watch. At one point Andrew shifted closer, resting his head on Michael's bare chest.
About twenty minutes later they both drifted off only to wake when Michael had a body jolt. It was almost as if their bodies weren't done with the day yet. Michael looked over at the clock and it was 10:45pm.
"Hey buddy, sorry for waking you up," having looked down to see Andrew was also now awake.
Andrew still on Michael's chest, "It's ok" as he adjusted his hand off of Michael's chest but still spooning his side.
"I'm a little hot, I am going to open the sliding door," Michael explained.
Michael then unhooked his arm from around Andrew and walked to the glass door naked. He opened and immediately felt the cool breeze. Michael returned to bed and motioned for Andrew to return to his spooning position to which Andrew slid right back into. Michael pulled the sheets down, exposing his skin to the cool all the way until just after his belly button.
Their movie continued to play and neither said much. Michael with care used his finger tips to go along Andrew's back and side. Andrew sometimes uncontrollably twitched when his father's hands touched a sensitive spot. After a few short minutes Andrew looked down and saw from under the covers, a slight flex. Andrew pretended to watch the movie but was watching what was happening around his dad's crotch under the blankets. Slowly but surely, Michael's cock started to grow and the sheets could no longer hide it. First it was the tip, then the head, and soon a third of his cock was exposed. With Andrew's face on his dad's chest, he had a front row seat.
Andrew couldn't pass up on this opportunity. Without further thinking, Andrew brought his hand under the covers and grabbed Michael's cock.
"Ok if I hold it?" Andrew asked after resting it in his hand.
Michael took a subtle but jolting breath in. "Yeah that's fine bud. You've touched it a lot today so what's another time?" Michael whispered.
"Good point," Andrew whispered as he slightly moved his finger along the underside of the cock head, where the cock head and shaft meet.
Neither said it out loud but both were enjoying this new method of bonding.
Andrew refrained from moving his hand too much since he didn't want to get in trouble or be made to feel wrong. Andrew did move his hand off to readjust. Before placing his hand back, he cupped his dad's balls and rubbed them. This caused Michael to slightly gasp and his cock to pulse, producing the first drop of pre-cum. That flex made Andrew immediately return to holding his dad's cock. Andrew watched as the bead grew until it fell from the head onto his dad's hairless stomach. Andrew was amazed with just about everything. As time went on, Michael's cock flexed at random times and continued to produce an impressive amount of pre-cum.
"Can you flex your cock right now?" Andrew asked out of the blue.
"You want me to flex it for you?" Michael clarified.
"Yes please."
"Ok here you go," and on command Michael flexed his massive cock just for Andrew. By doing so he pushed out even more pre-cum.
"Wow!" Andrew whispered to himself but Michael heard.
Andrew then began to smear the pre-cum all over Michael's cock head which caused the cock to involuntarily pulse and move.
Michael couldn't hold in the moan.
"My bad, I will try..." Michael was saying through pleasure.
Andrew interrupted, "Don't worry dad. It's cool."
Andrew then squeezed Michael's cock from the base to the head, further producing more pre-cum. Michael took a deep breath. About 10 minutes passed since they spoke. Andrew continued to hold his dad's cock and rub the pre-cum around.
Just then Michael abruptly loudly declares "Bud stop!"
Andrew didn't let go of his cock but paused and listened to Michael breathing. Had Michael come to his senses?
"No, no, no, no, no... shit, shit, shit, no." Michael began speaking with a louder voice.
Andrew didn't know what was happening. He thought his dad had changed his mind and was angry. Just then Andrew was hit with the first blast of cum. This rope shot landed across his face followed by another impressive cumshot that landed from hair to chin.
Michael moaned in pleasure, "Oh my god!"
Andrew instinctively started to slowly jerk Michael off. This effort helped produce more impressive cumshots that landed on Andrew's cheek and the rest on Michael's stomach.
Michael was breathing heavily and he tightened his arm to keep Andrew in place. The silence was deafening. Andrew continued to slowly stroke his dad's cock as it continued to slowly ooze fresh cum.
"Andrew... I... I... I... I couldn't stop. I... I... I don't know what to say," Michael said with a dry mouth.
Andrew paused and then pushed himself up by his elbow and turned to face his dad. It was only then Michael got his first glimpse of what he had done to Andrew.
"Oh damn Andrew look at you. I am so sorry!"
Andrew just stared at Michael before erupting, "Dad... That was wild! Oh my god I have never seen another guy do that before. I mean I've seen myself do it. It was so surprising, I didn't even expect that to happen." Andrew said speedily.
Still recovering from his massive load, Michael asked, "Wait you're not pissed?"
"Why would I be? It was obviously an accident."
"It was but I'm going to assume not many people have had their father do this to them."
"Well that's true!" Andrew laughed, "I guess I'm just lucky."
"Andrew, look at you, my cum is running down your face," Michael observed.
"Oh! Sorry!" Andrew responded instinctively putting this hand under his chin while also licking his lips to taste.
"I guess you're ok and not mad for real?" Michael said as he was shocked by the site of his son's face covered in his cum and now he is tasting it.
"Dad... I am fine. Go rinse off in the shower."
"Ok."
Michael got out of bed and turned on the shower. He still had his sizable cum load on his chest and stomach. He stepped into the shower and began rinsing. Andrew in the meantime made sure the coast was clear and went to the bedroom mirror. He used his index finger to scoop some cum off his face. He immediately put it in his mouth and swallowed it. Inside Andrew was shocked and extremely happy. He had something his brother could never and would never have. He had his own relationship with his dad that was even more solid than before.
Andrew walked into the bathroom to rinse his face despite most of the cum now ingested. Both returned to bed after cleaning and there was a spark in the air with a hint of nervousness.
"Andrew, I want to say how sorry I am again," Michael said looking down.
"Dad..." Andrew started before getting up and laying on top of Michael hugging him. "Please don't feel sorry. I am fine, safe, and happy. I wouldn't change anything."
Andrew moved back to his side of the bed and quickly got under his dad's arm to cuddle.
"Ok. I love you son."
"I love you too dad."
Michael rested his head on Andrew's and rubbed his back until they both fell asleep.
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