AVERY:

    I woke up with a weird sensation, slowly piecing everything together. This must be what a hangover is like… I've drunk alcohol in the past, but not like last night with Chase and our friends… Drinks were so cheap here. We had a ton of fun at that bar, but now I was paying the price for it. My head was throbbing. But wait: why did I also have a weird feeling in my ass? Oh my God – CHASE FUCKED ME LAST NIGHT!

    That's right. At the bar with the rest of the guys, I learned all of them had had sex before, which made me feel like I was behind. Then when we got back to the hotel, Chase asked to fuck my ass – and I said yes! I didn't even care that my father was asleep in the same room. Holy fuck, my dad was there!

    I opened my eyes quickly and I looked around. I was alone in the room. Dad's bed was made; he was probably downstairs having breakfast. I could hear the shower running, that's probably where Chase was. Did he like it – did he like having sex with me? I knew he'd done it before, so I couldn't help but wonder how I fared in comparison.

    I got out of bed naked, my right hand instantly reaching for my asshole, when I felt Chase's load oozing out. I fingered my ass for a few seconds and then I reached down for my morning wood, slathering some of Chase's cum all over it. If I joined him in the shower, I bet he would agree to jerk each other off really quick before my dad was back from breakfast.

    I walked into the steamy bathroom and turned toward the foggy shower glass. Feeling bold – maybe I was still a bit tipsy from last night – I stepped closer to the shower and said, "Hey, Chase. Is there enough room for me in there? I'm feeling horny and if you want, we can— DAAAAAD?!!!"

    I opened the shower door, expecting to see Chase, possibly jerking off like he was prone to do in the morning. There was indeed a man jerking off in the shower – but it wasn't Chase. It was my father!

    "Avery! Uhhhh…" he fumbled, his hard dick throbbing right in front of me.
   "I'm sorry!" I said, closing the shower door and quickly exiting the bathroom.

    I immediately got dressed, stuffing my boner inside some tight underwear so it wouldn't show. I went next door to the room occupied by the three guys from my school, and I found Chase there hanging out with them, all of them in their underwear. We spent half an hour recounting funny events from last night, and we finally agreed to go shower and go down to eat.

    "Let's go back to our room," Chase said. I followed him into the hallway, and I pulled him aside.

    "I need to tell you something," I said, and I quickly told him about the embarrassing mishap from this morning, when I walked in on my father jacking off in the shower. Chase simply laughed out loud.

    "What, you didn't think your father jerked off?" he shrugged.

    "It's not about that," I said. "I walked in thinking it was you. I was going to join you in the shower. Now my dad knows that you and I… do stuff together."

    "Oh, please. Your dad already knows we hook up," Chase said casually.

    "HE DOES?!"

    "Well, we all live together," Chase shrugged again. "What, you think he's never noticed anything? Parents notice that kinda stuff."

    "Then why hasn't he said anything?" I asked.

    "What would he say? There's nothing wrong with what we're doing."

    Just then, a door down the hallway opened and an old woman came out, giving Chase a judgmental look when she noticed him standing there in his underwear.

    "Let's go inside the room," he said, dragging me into our room where my fully-dressed dad sat on the bed, watching TV. "Morning, Brad," Chase greeted him with a grin.

    "Uh, morning," Dad replied, making awkward eye contact with me. "Um, what're your plans for today, boys?"

    Much to my relief, the proceeding conversation felt perfectly normal. We told Dad that we wanted to have breakfast and then hit the beach with our friends. I went to the bathroom to take a shower, and by the time I came out Dad was gone. I didn't see him until that evening, when we once again had dinner with everyone in our group. 

    After dinner, my friends and I went out to the same bar as last night. They all went just as hard, but I realized I wasn't in the mood to drink that much for a second night in a row. Frankly, all I wanted was to go to bed. I said goodbye to Chase and the gang, and I walked back to the hotel.

    Back in our room, I found Dad lying in bed and watching some movie on TV. He was shirtless, but I couldn't be sure if he was wearing underwear or if he was completely naked under the covers. Given what happened this morning, I assumed he had at least some boxers on.

    "You're back early," Dad noted without taking his eyes off the television.

    "Yeah, I didn't feel like partying tonight," I admitted, for once noticing how smooth and toned my dad's chest was.

    "Everything okay? You seem a bit upset."

    "No, I'm fine. I'm just tired, I guess," I said.

    "Ahem. Listen, we don't have to talk about this, but... if you want to address what happened this morning..." Dad mumbled after clearing his throat.

    "I guess I should apologize for barging into the bathroom without knocking," I said, my cheeks starting to go red.

    "That's okay," Dad reassured me.

    "And I guess I should tell you..." I continued, taking a deep breath. "I should tell you that Chase and I have been hooking up since he moved in with us. I hope that's okay with you."

    "That's fine," Dad replied calmly. "Uh, so is he your boyfriend or something?"

    "No! Nothing of the sort. We're just... friends with benefits, I guess is the right term," I explained, still feeling incredibly embarrassed.

    "Cool. But next time, just make sure he's the one in the shower before you walk in," Dad smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

    "I will, I promise," I smiled back. "Once again, so sorry for interrupting your... uh... the thing you were doing in the shower."

    "You can say 'jerking off,'" Dad laughed. "You saw me doing it, you might as well say the words."

    "Well, technically I didn't see you do it, you stopped when I came in," I pointed out.

    "Well, we're men. We all do it. There's no shame in it."

    "I was gonna do it before bed," I suddenly blurted out before I could stop myself. After a moment of silence, Dad finally spoke again.

    "Honestly, I was thinking of doing the same thing right before you walked in. I thought you would stay at the bar a bit longer."

    "So do you... uh, wanna take turns doing it in the bathroom or something?" I suggested.

    "Or we can just do it here in bed. Under the covers," Dad countered, surprising me with his open-minded idea.  

    I didn't say anything, instead I just stripped down to my underwear and climbed into the bed I'd shared with Chase last night. Simultaneously, Dad and I picked up our phones and popped earbuds in our ears. Somehow instinctively, I opened a gay porn site and typed the words "stepfather" and "stepson" in the search bar, quickly landing on a video with two good-looking actors pretending to go camping.

    As I settled in to watch the vid, my dick was already rock hard. The similarities between fantasy and reality were uncanny. The pair were sharing a tent, and pretty soon they were jerking off in their sleeping bags. They were very obviously trying to check each other out, which led to them unzipping the sleeping bags and openly masturbating in front of one another. I found it incredibly hot every time the stepdad complimented his stepson's huge cock.

    I pushed my underwear down to my ankles, and with my blood rushing to my groin, I was left with little common sense. Feeling foolishly brave, I kicked off the covers, exposing my fully naked body as well as my throbbing boner to my dad. My heart started racing, waiting for his reaction.

    For a few moments, Dad didn't even notice what I'd done. When he finally looked over at me, his eyes dropped to my right hand gripping my dick, and they lingered there for a moment. He eventually looked up and made eye contact with me. He seemed surprised, but also… kinda curious. He took a deep breath and suddenly he pushed the covers off himself, giving me a chance to see the cock that had made me in all of its erect glory.

    Dad's attention went back to whatever straight porn was probably playing on his phone, but my eyes remained locked on his meat. I'd already seen it this morning in the shower, but that was only for a split second. Now that I had an opportunity to stare at it, I noticed that it was almost exactly like mine, but longer and a bit thicker. I was impressed how neatly trimmed Dad kept his bush, and his balls were practically hairless. Even if he wasn't dating any chicks, he sure stayed on top of his manscaping.

    In the video playing on my screen, the stepdad and stepson were encouraging each other to cum. I looked over at Dad, wondering what he was watching. Whatever it was, he clearly liked it, because the tip of his dick was glistening with copious amounts of precum. He was probably close to the edge, since his fist was starting to pump faster and faster.

    As Dad stroked himself with accelerated speed, I did my best to match his pace. I was already close to cumming, but I was hoping to time it right and do it at the same time as him. Hopefully it was soon, as I couldn't hold on much longer.

    Just when I was about to bust, Dad looked up at me and we made eye contact again. At the same exact time, we both started cumming, shooting our loads all over our bare torsos. My jizz landed on my stomach and started pooling in my belly button; while Dad impressively managed to shoot cum all the way to his chest. Who knew he was such a big cummer?!

    "Fuck!!" I yelled so loudly that my father likely heard me even with his earbuds on. Normally, I never swore in my dad's presence, but that was unlikely to be an issue right now, considering we were literally blowing our loads just a few feet from each other. 

    A few moments later, as our orgasms subsided, we put our phones away, picked up our underwear, and used it to clean up the cummy mess we'd made. Then, Dad smiled at me nervously and he quickly shut off the lights. I felt the need to say something, to let him know I was cool with everything that just took place.

    "Good night, Dad. I really enjoyed that," I said, adding, "Maybe we can do it again soon."