Watch, But Won't Touch

As I gasped for breath I turned my head to see the clock on the nightstand telling me how late it was. It was just past eleven o'clock and Alic was the last of the guys still in our room.

"See you tomorrow," he told me before kissing my ear and then pulling his cock from my well used and raw ass. I was asleep before I heard the door opening, never mind closing behind him.

I was so tired that I didn't dream at all. I woke up a little stiff and sore but amazed that it was already morning. The sun was up and shining through the curtains of the one window we had in the room and the clock confirmed that it was almost noon. Dad wasn't there when I looked around and then slowly made my way to the bathroom. I stood over the toilet and stared down to see that I was still naked, and my morning wood didn't seem to remember what happened over eleven hours ago, or it just didn't care.

But as I tried to jerk off so I could pee, I did care. I was still sore. The pain helped put things into perspective for my body, and my erection died enough for me to empty my bladder. I was going to have to tell my Dad that I couldn't see them tonight, I realized as I washed my hands.

I was disappointed with either myself or the situation I found myself in. It might have been both. Even as I was falling asleep last night, I was rather happy when Alic said that they were coming back. But it wasn't just my dick that was sore. Now that I've applied movement and some additional pressure to other parts of my body, I was feeling pain everywhere.

As I made my way back to the bed, I replayed how Robin had me sitting back on his face as he ate me out. He had wanted me to suck on his cock at the same time. And I managed to a little, but between worrying about him being able to breathe and being distracted by how good he was making me feel, I ended up giving him a lazy handjob until I came. Once I caught my breath, I tried to suck him off like Kent did to me.

My stomach grumbled loudly as I laid on the bed. I so needed to eat something. I winced a little as I tugged at several body parts to pull myself up and out of the bed again. I then proceeded to walk across the room for the phone. Why on earth do they have a stationary landline? I asked myself as I moved forward in pain.

I was going to order my typical breakfast of eggs and waffles, but when they started to ask what kind I got slightly different versions than I was use to having and I was informed that it came with a side of fruit salad. I didn't care. By the time I hung up the phone my belly was asking me why the food wasn't here yet.

I saw the bed and almost thought about collapsing into the chair next to me, but I knew that was just more painful than relaxing. With focus, I slowly moved back to the soft bed I kept in my sights. I happily laid back onto the bed in a more comfortable position before I thought about looking around the room again.

This is the moment that I noticed that there was a glass of water and a bottle of Advil on the side table just to the left of the clock. I had to tilt my head back to see it this time. I pulled myself into a sitting position and saw a piece of paper under the Advil with part of my name written on it. Rich. Dad left me a note.

Only take two. If you are still not feeling better, call me.

Speaking of my phone, I started to look around for it as I tried to remember where I last had it. I was lifting my body off from the bed when I was reminded of why I was holding a bottle of pills. I got two out and took a sip of water to get them down. Then I slowly stood to look around the room as I tried to remember. Did I take it to the beach with me? I walked into the bathroom to see if I left them in my shorts. I did. While I was there, I gathered up the clothes and placed them in the bag we had brought along to hold what needed to be washed when we got back.

I was checking my notifications as I walked back to the bed when I heard a knock at the door. Cole, one of my friends from school, had sent me a video of his dog as it barked at fish that kept jumping out of the lake that they were on. I was laughing as he tried to catch one with his mouth when I opened the door.

At that moment, two things happened to remind me that I was standing there naked. One, the colder breeze that was in the hallway as it rushed past me into the room, and two, the attendant's eyes as they grew large when he saw me.

"I'm Sorry!" I shouted as I shut the door in his face. I was embarrassed and turned on at the same time. He already thought that something was wrong with me for opening the door naked. I didn't need for him to see me get an erection too as he looked at me.

"I'll just leave the cart here," he told me through the door.

"Thanks," I answered back. I waited two full minutes before I slowly opened the door and then pulled the cart inside once I saw that no one was around. I liked them: the waffles and eggs and even the fruit. I didn't think I was going to be able to eat everything once I saw how much was one the table, but I ate around and got to eat a good chunk of everything.

I was thinking of crawling back into bed again when my phone dinged from its place on the table to tell me that it was low on power. I retrieved my plug and cord and was on my knees, plugging everything into the wall next to my bed when I heard the door open. Before I could say anything, I heard my Dad's voice.

"Richard? Where are you?" he asked as I kinda heard him coming closer. I almost had it in. The stupid plug wasn't behind the nightstand but behind the bed.

"Richard? What are you doing?" he asked this time. I still hadn't said but now let out a grunt as I finally got everything in. Then I realized the position that he just found me in. I quickly got up and turned to face him. Before answering his question, I realized that I should really get dressed.

"I'll just go get dressed," I said as I started to leave. But Dad held his hand up to stop me.

"No need," he said as he cleared his voice and took a small step back. "What were you doing down there? Did you drop something?" Dad asked as he finally pulled his eyes off me and looked at where I kind of crawled out from. I held up the other end of my cable to show him.

"I was going to charge my phone. It's low on power," I explained. Dad nodded his head before he turned and walked over to the cart holding the last bits of my meal.

"Feeling better?" he asked me. "Did the pills help?" Dad added on. I thought about it. I hadn't realized it, but I did feel better. I still wanted to go back to sleep, but I felt better.

"Yeah," I answered. "Thanks for the Advil," I told him.

"You're welcome," he said as he pulled my chair back to the table before picking up a piece of cantaloupe from the bowl that held my fruit salad.

"Ahm, Dad," I started.

"Yeah?" he asked back as he now settled into my seat.

"I like the guys, and I want to see them tonight, but I don't think I can do anything with them, not like last night. I'm still tired," I added on. In my head, it didn't sound that weak, but I already said it. I felt self-conscious as I stood there even if his back was to me. I don't think I've been naked in the same room with my Dad, other than last night, since I was like ten.

I plugged my phone in, laid it on the nightstand, and for the first time, slid between the sheets on my bed. They actually felt cool against my skin.

"They'll be happy to hear that you want to see them again, and you will tonight," Dad said as he cut into my last waffle. I opened my mouth to tell him that I was too sore for sex when he continued.

"That movie that you wanted to see is playing and I thought that we could all go watch it and have dinner afterwards," he told me. So no sex? He then laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked him. The only movie I could think of was a sci-fi flick.

"Just that it's a little backwards," he said before taking a bite. After a few chews, he answered my unasked question. "Normally it's a movie and dinner first."

Oh.