The Business Trip

This is a story between a father and son’s experience on a week-long business trip.  This is pure fiction.  There is mention of sexual innuendo and sexual acts between father and son.  This will be a series, but it will be written over time.  This first part took me a bit to get together as I wanted to build a storyline.

I hope you enjoy the story.  I am not a great writer, so I hope it follows along well.

(Characters in the story are all above the age of 18.)

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My alarm blared, overtaking my bedroom with a piercing sound.  There is no way I could sleep through that interruption.  I shut off the intrusion with a press of the button and sat up on the side of my bed.

There came a knock at the door and with a slow sweeping motion, the door opened allowing the hallway light to flood the room with a soft glow.  My dad popped his head through the opening looking right at me with his short messy hair and masculine face, adorned with a perfectly-framed mustache.

“Perfect! You’re up Kevin!” he said with an approving enthusiasm.

I sat there rubbing my eyes before returning my gaze to him.  His smile has always been one that could thwart any unease.  I reached over to the side table to check the screen on my phone.  I didn’t see any new messages but made a mental note to remember to grab my charging cable before we leave.

“Taxi will be here in an hour to take us to the airport!” my dad said as his head disappeared from the door opening, “we’ll eat breakfast at the airport”

I looked around my room analyzing what else I should be bringing with me on this trip.  My travel case sat open on the bench below the window, filled to the brim with my belongings that I packed last night. 

See, my dad, Charles (or Chuck to his friends and family) is a successful lawyer to many high profile clients.  We live on the west coast of Canada and are heading to New York for both business and pleasure.  I have never accompanied my dad on a business trip, but seeing as I am on break from school for a few months, the timing worked out.

Growing up, my dad wasn’t always in law.  When I was younger he worked a few part-time jobs to make ends meet.  During this time, we lived with his parents so that he could work and I had someone to help get me to school and sporting events.  Given how busy he was, my dad always made a point of making it to as many of my sporting events as possible.

My grandparents were both very attentive to me, especially my grandfather who I think felt guilty for how he raised my dad.  I believe he was making up for lost time, as he was absent for most of my dad’s childhood.

When I was around 15, my dad graduated from law school and sat me down one day to tell me that he never wanted me to feel like he was never there.  Regardless of how busy life would get, he would always make a point of making time for me, unlike what his dad did to him.

I grabbed a few more things and added them to the case, realizing that there would be no more room for anything else.  Oh shit, my charging cable!....I almost forgot!

As I got closer to the bedroom door, I could hear that dad was already in the shower.  I threw on a pair of jogging pants and a blue tank top and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of orange juice.

I grabbed a banana from the bowl on the island and sat on one of the adjacent stools.  Looking through my phone, I scanned a few friends’ pages on facebook and watched a few videos on youtube.

I heard the bathroom door open and my dad called down “Shower’s free!”

I made my way up to my bedroom and grabbed a pair of khaki pants, white shirt, and underwear before making my way to the bathroom.

I went back to my room and collected my things, bringing my travel bag downstairs with me.  As I entered the kitchen, I saw my dad standing up against the counter with his phone in his hand, typing away.  His suitcase and laptop case sat near the door.

His 6’3” frame dressed in a light-grey fitted suit, light blue dress shirt, brown belt and shoes.  His dark hair slicked to the side.

He looked up at me and a smile crossed his face, “there’s my champ, you ready?”

“The taxi should be here any minute!”

I returned his gaze with a smile, “looking sharp dad!”

He softly chuckled, and quickly put his phone into his pocket.  Turning around he reached into the cupboard and grabbed a glass.  My eyes darted down his body to land at his butt.  The suit pants nicely hugged his cheeks.

I have always been kind of jealous of my dad’s body.  On top of staying extremely busy, and finding time for me he also found time to stay in shape.  Though I maintain a slender figure with some muscle definition, I never found myself one for working out.  Dad, on the other hand, has his own at home gym, so you’d think I’d be all over that.

At the airport, I could feel my anxiety kick in.  I have never flown before.  Though I love the sounds of jet engines, I find myself also internally screaming at the idea that those same engines will control my fate for the next 5 hours or so.

“Let’s get some breakfast first” he said motioning to the restaurant across the way.  Meandering through the crowd of people, we found a table near the front of the restaurant.

We sat there talking about random topics and people watching.  All these people on different paths brought together for a few hours, only to disperse at the end.

We made our way to the gate and within 30 minutes we were boarding the plane.  As this was a business trip, this was all on the company dime, and that being the case, we were traveling first class.

We walked down the long aisle in economy then made our way through the separation into the much roomier first class area.  There were about 12 seats; however on this flight, it seemed that it was just us and another gentleman seated a few seats back.

My dad took the window seat and I sat in the aisle.  As I sat down, I felt my hands get a little sweaty and my heartbeat sped up.

The flight attendant was a very attractive guy, performing the safety measures and checking the cabin prior to take off.

As the announcement that we were going to start taxiing the runway, I felt the plane jolt slightly.  My hands gripped the arm rests as though I was going to lose balance.  As the plane engine started up, my heartbeat grew louder in my ears and I closed my eyes tightly.  The plane began advancing forward and picking up speed.  I could no longer feel the armrests in my hands.

It may have only been for a few moments, but it felt like an eternity and we hadn’t even left the ground yet.  As the plane finally ascended, I felt my dad’s hand cover mine,.

“You doing okay Kevin?” he said with slight concern in his voice.  With my eyes still closed I quickly nodded my head, but knowing damn well I was scared as fuck.  He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, grabbed my hand and placed it on his leg.

The immediate contact with his leg sent a jolt of electricity through my body.  It was unexpected.  My hand gripped his leg a little tighter as I was still feeling uneasy, though it was a nice change from the hard surface of the arm rest.  His hand softly massaged the top of mine and I started to feel my anxiety settle down.

Once at altitude, the fasten seatbelt sign went out.  “Can I get you gentlemen anything?” I heard a voice from my right.  I opened my eyes and there was the young flight attendant standing beside us with gorgeous brown eyes and well-tailored uniform.

“Can we both get a whiskey?” my dad said.

“Sure thing Mr. Richards” replied the young man and off he went to retrieve the drinks.

My dad has spent the better part of the last few years on flights all over the continent for work.  The staff has come to know him really well.

As the young man returned with drinks in hand “and who is this dashing young gentleman we have here?” looking at me as he poured me a glass.

“This is my son Kevin” my dad said “he finally gets to accompany me on a trip and we are going to spend the week in new york”

“Well I’ll be!  The infamous Kevin as we speak!  My name is Sean and it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

I let go of my dad’s leg and placed my hand back on my lap as I reached for the glass in Sean’s outstretched arm.

“Your dad talks about you constantly on our trips.  He is extremely proud of you”

I suddenly felt a little in the spotlight and took a sip of the whiskey.  The smooth alcohol slid across my tongue and down my throat.

Sean continued to stand there looking at us with a smile across his face.

Taking another sip of my drink, I unknowingly emptied the contents of the glass.  Returning the empty glass to rest on my lap.

“Whoa there son, take it easy” he laughed patting my leg with his hand.  “This is his first time flying and he’s a little on edge”

“A virgin flyer eh?” Sean retorted.

I sat there empty glass in hand and my dad’s hand on my lap.  I looked up at Sean.  His eyes fixated on my dad’s hand on my lap before returning his gaze to mine, “would you like another one?”

“Oh, I couldn’t” I said “it’s not on my dime”

“Go ahead Kev, one more won’t hurt.  It’ll help you relax more”

Sean disappears around the corner for a moment and returns with the bottle of whiskey.  He grabs the glass from my hand and begins to refill it.

“Kevin if you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask……..you are in good hands here”

With that said, Sean went to put away the bottle and return to his duties.

I kept taking sips of my glass.  I started to feel my body relax into the seat.  My eyelids heavier with each passing minute.

I woke up with my head leaning on my dad’s shoulder.  I looked down and saw he was tapping away on his phone responding to emails.  My eyes dipped a little further downward and I caught a glimpse of the fold in the front of my dad’s suit pants.  My mind, still waking from my short nap, fixated on knowing what it would feel like.  My mouth started to go dry and I pulled myself upright.  I tried to get the image of my dad’s bulge out of my head before the swell of my own hardon took over.

“:I need to use the bathroom”  I got up and disappeared down the aisle trying to conceal the growing lump in my pants.  As I closed the bathroom door I heard a knock.  

“You feeling alright Kevin?” I heard my dad’s voice say through the bathroom door.

“Yeah I’m good dad, just needed to go”

I didn’t hear anything after that, except for the hum of the plane.  I opened the seat to the toilet and undid my fly.  Pulling out my semi-hard dick, I relaxed and allowed the stream of piss flow into the open void.

I looked down at my exposed cock which didn’t seem to want to surrender its stiffness.  I gripped the shaft in my fist and gave it a few strokes.  I felt a sudden jolt of electricity surge through my body.  My mind went to the image of my dad’s bulge.  I bit my lip and wondered what it would have been like to just touch it.  To feel the size and hardness in my hand.

I increased the grip on my cock and stroked harder.  With each stroke, the intensity grew.  My breathing became shallower and with a sudden jerk I felt the first shots of cum escape from my cock.  Several rounds of cum plummeted into the void of the toilet.  I stood there catching my breath and feeling my cock soften in my grasp.

I returned to my seat next to my dad who was still responding to emails.

He looked up at me with a smile, his mustache beautifully hugging the curvature of his lip.

“When we land and get settled at the hotel, I will need to meet up with a client.  When I return we can figure out what we want to do, though it’ll depend on how long the meeting takes.”

“No problem dad, I’m sure there will be plenty to do to pass the time at the hotel”

He gave out a slight chuckle and returned to his phone.

I sat there thinking about what I had just experienced.  The flood of emotions filling my head.  Out of my peripheral, I saw my dad finish his reply and put his phone into his inside breast pocket.  I turned in his direction to see him relaxing into his seat, placing his hands upon his lap and shutting his eyes.

I sat there in silence, my eyes taking in his body.  Watching his chest move in and out slowly as he eases into a peaceful nap.  His head falls away towards the window.  His hands loosen their clasp and fall open.  I felt my body tense up as my eyes trailed from his hands to once again meet with the semi-hard bulge.  My lips went dry again and my cock started to stiffen.

I leaned in slowly and could hear that he was asleep.  I looked back behind me and around to see if anyone was around.  Once I was assured the coast was clear, I reached over his lap and placed my hand on his thigh.  The feel of the suit material under my hand made me weak in my seat.  My hand began slowly massaging and moving up his leg while maintaining awareness of his face.  My hand was inching closer to his bulge which looked to be growing.  I could feel the anticipation of finally knowing what it would feel like in my hand.

Suddenly he moved in his seat and I immediately took my hand back and sat back in my seat looking ahead.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see him stop adjusting and relax once again in his seat.  Knowing how close I came to feeling his dick through his pants made me want to do it that much more.

Sean came back down the aisle and stopped at the side of our row.  He saw dad was asleep and quietly said “we’ll be landing in about 20 minutes”

“Thank you Sean” I replied

“Did you enjoy your flight?” he asked inquisitively

“Very much so…… it ended up being better than I anticipated, for not having flown before”

With that, Sean smiled “that’s wonderful” and sauntered off to tell the other passengers.

I looked back over at dad and figured I should probably wake him up.  His face was now facing me, but his eyes were still closed.  The softness of his breathing told me he was still asleep.  My eyes traced his sleeping body once more from top to cock.

I nudged him “hey Dad”

He slowly opened his eyes, and smacked his lips.  Bringing his hand to his face to rub his eyes.

“What’s up bud?” he turned to look at me.

“Sean just came by to tell us that we will be landing in about 20 minutes”

He adjusted in his seat, then got up “need to take a leak”.  

I pushed back into my seat and folded my legs to the side as he moved past me.  I watched as his groin moved across my line of vision within inches of my face.  He had the makings of a boner in his pants.  I bit my lip.  My cock stirred in my pants but I was able to somehow stifle any reaction.  My eyes followed him just as he stepped out of the row.

I gently gave a tug at my cock and readjusted it.

A few minutes later, my dad returned and I shuffled in my seat to allow him a chance to get by.  As he was right in front of me he stopped.  My eyes met his bulge once again, but when i looked up I saw he was looking behind us.

“Mr. Richards” I heard a voice call out.  I quickly looked around the corner of my seat and saw Sean walking up the aisle.

“Call me Chuck, Sean” my dad casually answered back.

“Your limo will meet you at the airport”

Limo?  Wait, what?  We are meeting up with a limo?

“Thank you Sean”

I turned back to see my dad’s bulge still greeting me just a few inches away from my face.  I just wanted to reach out and touch it.  I wanted to feel it for the first time.  I wasn’t even sure my dad was aware of the situation, but I sure wasn’t complaining.

He returned to his seat and buckled his belt.

My dad turned to look at me, “you ready to meet New York, son?”

I wasn’t sure what awaited me, but so far this trip has been more than I could have anticipated.  Next stage, riding in style.