Reunited with my dad

First contact with dad's penis

On one of the last days of the holiday with my dad I felt like the stars were aligning. 

We went out for a day trip, we saw the sights and I mean everything was great. We were both in good moods, we managed to avoid getting sunburnt, we got along well with the other people on the trip and we had a lot of laughter. It meant I didnt get a lot of 1 on 1 time with my dad but it was a change of pace to talk to so many other people!

In the late afternoon we returned to the resort and had a quick dip in the pool and knocked back a LOT of alcohol. Dad seemed to be encouraging me to make the most of the all-inclusive bar while we had it. 

So we went totally overboard! Because we had spent so much time talking with other tourists me and dad had a lot to talk about and conversation just flowed wonderfully! I loved being in dads company! 

I hadn't masturbated the entire trip, so I was getting hard ons A LOT. I kept having to adjust my position on the sun lounger because just looking at dads bulge in his trunks or when he crossed over his leg and his big manly foot was encroaching on my space, flexing, it was getting me chubbed up! I had a few close shaves where it was my turn to get the next round of drinks and dad was kicking me to get up and I had a major semi going on! Its hard to hide that in trunks! 

We were too lazy to go to the restaurant so we had burgers by the pool. We went to the bar together for our final cocktail and then dad grabbed a couple more to take back to the room! 

I was already drunk and had sunk so many drinks in quick succession that I was bound to get drunker when they kicked in. 

We tumbled into our room. Like the last couple of nights it was roasting! I went straight to the aircon to switch it on, when I turned around dad was pulling off his swimming trunks. I just gawped, as his cock sprung into view when those shorts went down. Then dad had a moment of clarity and said "oh!" And clumsily went to cover his cock and balls up with his hand.  

I laughed and said "its okay, I dont care!". I mean I had seen it all this holiday! 

But dad still seemed to think it was necessary to cover up. 

Dad cocked his head with a slight shrug and he removed his hand from his cock. It swung back down like a pendulum. I didn't think he would actually do that just at my say so! 

I was thrilled! I was overconfident! I said "in fact.." and I pulled down my trunks too! They fell to my feet and I stood there proudly with my cock out, letting my father see me! 

Dad pointed at my cock and said "oh youre not circumcised". I think I blushed (I cant remember really but I bet I did) and I asked "no why would I be?"... I figured he would have noticed that previously seeing as we had seen each other naked several times, even if only briefly. And he told me "your mother was always going on about getting you circumcised". 

This was total news to me! I had no idea!!

I said "but youre not circumcised either... " it dawned upon me how crazy it was that we were talking about each others cocks while looking at them! Sure we were at opposite sides of the room but still!

Dad said "no. Cocktail?" And he grabbed the cocktail he brought in and walked towards me to hand it to me. It was one of the best moments I can remember. Dad approaching me with his cock just dangling there, handing me a drink like its totally normal! 

When I took it I asked "why did she want me to get circumcised?". And he tutted and told me her friend was telling her that she got her boys circumcised or something. He also told me that he didn't see the point and told her not to bother. 

I said "well I appreciate it and Ill drink to that!". And dad chinked his glass against mine and toasted "to foreskins!" With a mischievous chuckle! We both laughed. 

It was all so surreal, I felt like I was in a haze! I was wondering if this was really happening!

Of course I was struggling to keep my eyes off my dads cock, and my mind was telling me to say something about his cock!! 

So I said "your foreskin looks different to mine". Dad heard this while taking a swig and then he picked up his cock with his thumb and forefinger and pulled back on the skin, slowly revealing his head. I felt my heart skipping a beat! When it was completely out, he gave his cock a little wobble then pushed the foreskin back over it again, back in its hiding place. "Yeah...its kinda different" I said, realizing how weird I must have sounded but a totally reeling from what was happening. I thought about doing the same with mine but dad loudly exclaimed "we should play cards!" I laughed because he was clearly drunk too and didn't realize how unnecessarily loud he was being! He was like a rowdy young ruffian! 

I was trying to get a handle on the situation, I was thinking maybe I can use this to my advantage! We were both naked, alone in a hotel room, drunk as a pair of skunks and clearly very comfortable in each others company! 

Dad fell back onto his bed and grabbed the cards and started shuffling them. He looked amazing there on the bed, nude, hairy, chunky and full of joy! His cock and balls were right there, within reach! They were big and beautiful! They were everything I dreamed of and more!

I wondered if he might get an erection again like the first night and parade it in front of me like its nothing! 

I could barely contain my excitement. However even drunk my cock was stirring so much! I had to keep it at bay, and it was so difficult. 

Dad patted his bed to invite me to sit on it with him this time! I sat in the space he gave me but his legs were kinda spread and so I was kinda sitting between his feet! I was nervous... Thinking actually something might come of this. 

He dealt the cards and tried to teach me a new game but he was useless at explaining the rules and I wasnt quite getting it but we laughed a lot! 

I kept looking at my dads cock, just beguiled, amazed how he was leaving it in plain view! I felt like I was in a dream, partly because of all the booze, but dads nude body was right there within reach! His big hairy balls were resting on the bed and his thick cock was draped down over them like an elephants trunk. 

I felt a hard on suddenly sneak up on me, my cock rose so quickly before I had a chance to stop it! I couldn't really change position so I nonchalantly pulled up a bit of bedsheet and ruffled it up in front of my cock and balls, the same way we had done on a previous night. I thought it was discreet but actually Im not sure it was. 

Dad still sat there with his cock out! It was just unbelievable.

In our drunken states I felt a lot more confident and dad seemed a lot more relaxed. It was a perfect recipe for success. I was biding my time, waiting for an optimal opportunity and I told myself that I should take it. I had dreamed of it for so long and throughout the holiday it felt like it was leading to this. 

I still had a niggling sense of doubt but the alcohol dulled that instinct and just made me more determined in spite of that doubt.

Then out of nowhere dad did the same thing as me, he subtly grabbed the bedsheet and pulled it up over his cock. 

I noticed and I didn't know why he did it. i thought to myself...is he getting hard too? 

While we laughed together dads legs were kicking . He was only a small movement away from losing the bedsheet off his body again. I was just hoping when that happened that he had some semblance of a hard-on! 

 

I didn't need to wait long though. The next time dad jostled with laughter I saw the cock peeking from behind the bedsheet. 

And I was beyond certain that it had some blood in it! It looked firmer, slightly straighter and definitely a bit chunkier than before. 

My dick had softened a bit and was just a little bit semi. So I thought its now or never. And I moved a bit to make the bedsheet slide off me. When it did I saw dad looking! I almost got cold feet but he was smirking! We caught each others eyes, and then he very purposefully moved his hand down to the ruffled sheet that was still partly covering himself, and he pushed it down. Make no mistake, he was returning the favour... He was showing me his cock. I dont know why except maybe to show me that I wasnt alone in having a bit of a semi! But his semi was like my semi's daddy, I mean quite literally but also figuratively, his cock is so much thicker, fuller and more impressive than mine! 

"Bastard" i said. He smiled and furrowed his brow as if to ask why. I said "showing off your big willy". 

Dad smirked but shook his head saying "come on now..." 

I laughed nervously saying "sorry!"

Dad just smiled, he seemed a little bit bashful about me complimenting his cock size.

He looked down at mine again, and the attention got me excited again and I felt mine stirring! 

I snapped back "hey! You keep looking at mine!"

To which dad shrugged and then he said "its difficult not to look" 

That made me so happy to hear. It seemed like dad was admitting that he liked looking at my cock the way I liked looking at his! I felt like everything I felt about him was being reciprocal! I was instantly getting hard, my cock was beginning to rise and thicken and extend... in front of my dad... My heartbeat was going crazy! It was almost like a showdown, I only had seconds to decide what to do. Let my dad see my bare cock get fully erect or hide it from him? Or do something else to divert his attention from it?

For a moment I was paralysed with indecisiveness. In that time my cock was noticeably growing, I didn't even look down at it, I could feel it! Dad was still holding his cards but still looking at me, looking at my cock I think. Everything was a bit of a blur, but my dad was watching me get hard, and his cock was right there, on show, being presented to me! I knew I needed to act. 

I has this sudden rush of adrenaline, I got up onto my knees and leaned over my dads body. He moved his arms out, anticipating me, and I reached for my fathers cock. I got my hand on it! I closed my fingers around it! I felt it in my grasp. Yes! It happened! I finally made contact! I lifted it so I could look at the magnificent cock in my hand. It was incredible! Id never been so close and never touched it! It was warm, it felt like it had a pulse in it! And it felt surprisingly heavy! I couldn't believe how easy it was. I didnt know why I had waited so long. And for a moment I felt like dad was okay with it, a bit surprised but completely passive! At least for a couple of seconds. And then his voice resonated, cutting right through the haze...  "what the hell are you doing?!" I didn't have an answer ready. Before I could even think I felt my dads hand pressing up against my abdomen, just below my ribs, with increasing force. In the heat of the moment I misinterpreted this. I thought he was being playful, and I think I squeezed his cock tighter. But he pushed me backwards with one hand, causing my hand to lose reach of his cock and I fell onto my back. Then dad commanded "get back on your bed..." And he had almost like a quiver in his otherwise deep voice. I tentatively got to my feet, stumbled as I got up and almost kicked over my glass that was on the floor. I heard him say I knew you'd drank too much but..". I got into my bed like a frightened animal. I suddenly felt nauseous! I looked back at dad and saw he had pulled the sheet over himself and he quickly turned away from me, facing the wall. 

It was then that I realized how badly I had fucked up. Dad wasnt just messing with me, he was angry or disappointed or something. I had nothing to say. I just felt absolute dread and regret! I looked up at the ceiling and it was almost spinning. And everything just replayed it all back in my head. I looked back at my dad...wondering when he was going to turn around and tell me he was just messing. Dad didn't move. I started to panic. I knew I had really done something stupid. I was scared of what dad was thinking in his silence. I had a stone in my throat but I needed to break that silence and tell him I was sorry. But I couldn't get any words out. The room was starting to warp, and I dont think it was only the alcohol Id consumed. It was existential dread that I might have ruined things with my dad and ruined his trust, destroyed every ounce of respect he had for me. My breathing was tight too. Looking back Im sure it was a panic attack. 

When I eventually got the words out all I could say was "Im soo drunk". But dad remained silent. And that was the worst thing about it. 

His light remained on. He wasnt moving. It took me what felt like ages to get the courage to talk again but I said "Im sorry... Im just really drunk. Im sorry for being stupid". 

Dad finally piped up! "Go to sleep". He stayed dormant for another minute or so, then he moved just to hit the light switch. And we were in darkness. 

And I knew no more until the morning.

Somehow I didn't throw up but that was one long night. In the end the only thing I could do was tell myself I will clear the air in the morning, everything will be okay.

The next morning my hangover was horrendous. When I eventually woke I saw my dads bed was empty. That struck more panic in my heart. I forced myself to get up. I checked my phone but dad hadnt messaged. I dropped him a message asking if he was already getting breakfast. I got my shorts, t shirt and flip flops on and decided to head there regardless as it was almost time where they stopped serving. At the bar there was no sign of dad. I kept checking my phone but he hadn't messaged back. I sat and looked at the view then I saw a figure outside the resort jogging in. As he got closer I recognised that it was my dad. I got up so I could apprehend him as he hadn't noticed me. When he spotted me he stopped in his tracks. I went over to him and said good morning. He said it back but with an emotionless face. It stung. 

"You alright?" i asked him. He said yeah and that he had gone for a run to "sweat out the toxins". 

We spoke a bit and the longer we spoke the closer we got to feeling...normal again. I had thought dad was avoiding me and maybe he was, but we didnt bring up the previous night except to say that we overdid it with the drinking. 

By the end of the convo dad said he was heading back for a shower and he actually smiled, so this feeling of relief just washed over me! I told him Id see him soon after my breakfast.

When I sat back down I was just thinking...thank fuck we are okay. 

Over the course of our last day we were fine... Conversation was a bit strained but thats probably owing to me overthinking everything. When we had an opportunity to drink I said "nah, I better not... I cant even remember last night" and dad just nodded, looking unconvinced. 

One blessing was that we still got changed in the same room but I felt like dad was facing away from me and changing much quicker than normal like he was slightly uncomfortable about doing it in front of me now. But again I might have been reading too much into it. 

However by the pool he seemed to be warmer again. He told me he was sad that the holiday was almost over. I agreed and told him its been amazing. And we clinked our glasses together (of non-alcoholic fruit juices might I add). 

That night, dad got into bed in his tighty whities, but thats fine. At least he seemed comfortable enough around me wearing those. When he wished me good night and turned out the light, I smiled to myself. I was so glad that things had turned out alright. 

On the flight back, we both smiled at each other. Dad hadn't shaved the entire week so his beard was looking bushy and unkempt but he looked so handsome to me still. When talking I said "I wanna go back again with you". And dads eyes lit up, like he somehow hadnt expected me to say that, as if I hadn't had a good time! Then he replied "fine by me but you're paying next time!" Then he winked at me and jabbed my arm, and I knew we were cool.