The Business Trip

I slipped out of the bathroom, but not before straightening myself up and taking a few deep breaths.

My cheeks were slightly rosy from my solo sexual exertion.  Another knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts.

Taking one last deep breath, I opened the door to find a shiny cart draped in a regal-like cloth.  Atop the cart was a silver platter covered by a dome, accompanied by cutlery and all the fixin’s of a posh delivery service.

At the back of the cart stood a young male donning a perfectly tailored uniform consisting of white gloves, white coat and pants lined with black and gold.  His smile radiated from cheek to cheek as he stood there ready to present me with my meal.

“May I bring your lunch into the room, sir?” the young man said calmly.

“Please….call me Kevin” I responded back, as I motioned for him to enter the room.

“It’s nice to meet you Kevin, my name is Peter”

Peter looked to be around my age, in his early twenties.  He, purposefully, walked the cart to a specific spot in the room and turned to me.

“I hope you enjoy your meal, and if you require anything further, please let us know”

Everyone was so polite here, I thought to myself.

Peter, quietly, excused himself from our room and exited into the hall closing the door behind him.

After finishing what was the best food I have ever had, I felt my eyes getting heavy.  Dad might not be back for a bit, and I figured I could go for a little nap.

I took off my shirt and pants crawling under the covers in bed.  I found it most comfortable on my stomach, bunched up the pillows and closed my eyes.

I don’t remember what I dreamt about, but when I awoke, I felt well rested.  I went to go move, when my foot ran into someone’s body at the end of the bed.  Unexpected, I popped my head up and looked in that direction.  I saw my dad sitting there topless, his back to me, tapping away on his phone.  He didn’t seem startled from the bump of my leg.

“Hey dad, you’re back” I said through a soft yawn.

“Hey sport!” bringing his phone down to his lap and turning slightly in my direction.  “I didn’t know you were awake.  I thought you had just moved in your sleep” he paused a moment and went to get up “I hope I didn’t wake you”

Wiping away the sleep in my eyes, “It’s all good, I didn’t want to sleep the afternoon away”

He stood up and turned to face me, placing his phone in his pants pocket, “I just got back about ten minutes ago.  I was going to have a shower then wake you to see if you wanted to grab something to eat, after.”

“What time is it anyway?” I asked not knowing exactly how long I had been out.

He looked down at his watch, “It’s almost five-thirty”……..

“Well…fuck…. there goes not sleeping the afternoon away” I laughed at the absurdity of it all.

He pinched the bridge of his nose as if he was staving off a migraine.

“You okay dad?” I asked with a hint of concern in my voice.

“It was a long ass meeting” he smiled at me, then with a lighter tone in his voice “my client is doing me in…”

In the blink of an eye he changed his tone “You good to go grab something to eat in a bit?”

“Sure dad, I could eat” 

I watched dad turnabout.  His broad frame walked towards the bathroom as my eyes traveled from the top of his head, scanning down his strong back and met his bubble butt hugged in those dress pants.  My eyes reached their imaginary hands out and grabbed that ass to feel the firm curvature.  My mouth started to water.  

Entranced, I quickly wiped the side of my mouth before he disappeared into the bathroom.  My dick was rock hard under the covers of the bed.

I heard the shower turn on.  Imagining his naked frame stepping under the soothing water.  I reached down and gave my dick a few tugs.

I went to get out of bed, trying to press down my raging boner when I realized I had left his jock strap hanging up in there.

Oh, Shit!

My heart started racing.  My palms were sweaty just anticipating what conversation might arise once he comes out of the bathroom.  I started pacing the room, then decided to distract myself by trying to find something to wear.

My dick had gone soft by this point.

Still undecided on what to wear, I heard the shower turn off.  I paused for a moment.  All was quiet until the sound of the door unlocking drew my attention back to my decision.

I was turned away from bathroom when I heard the door open.  I turned my head to glance in his direction.  My dad walked out of the bathroom with his hair wet, and body dripping with water.  The hairs on his chest clung to his skin.  The white hotel towel tied tightly around his waist.

He walked out of the bathroom with the air of a Greek god.  His taut body moved across the room to the dresser.  My eyes watched the towel match his body’s motion and caught a glimpse of a semi-hard bulge.  My eyes locked on his protrusion.  Thinking about it would feel to cup it in my hand.  To lightly knead the length through the cotton.  Feel the excitement of my touch hardening his mast and hear him moan softly.

When I came to, I brought my eyes up to meet his.  My dick stretching the fabric of my underwear to its limits at the thoughts that just flooded my mind.  His eyes then suddenly dropped to my cock.  I darted my eyes back to his bulge which suddenly grew in size.

We both stood there in place eyeing each other.  My dad then took his hand and grabbed onto his bulge not taking his eyes off my dick.  He bit the corner of his lip before giving his dick a few soft massages.

I didn’t move.  I looked down and watched as his hand kneaded his manhood through the cotton towel.  His hand gently made love to his dick.  Each time his hand seemed to stretch its grab over it even more.

I could feel my dick leeching precum into my underwear.  I reached down covering my cock feeling the dampness soak the fabric.

I then looked back up at my dad’s face.  His gaze bore into my mind.  His eyes, unflinching, stared at mine oozing with curiosity.  His damp hair matted his head in a mess of chaos and his perfect mustache beckoned his upper lip to draw my attention to it.

Still in our places, neither one of us said a word.  Dad’s hands drew together and undid the towel.  As the waist-cover fell to the floor, it revealed the secret underneath.

He was wearing the jockstrap.