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Valentine's Day Date with Dad

Pt. II

Read Part I here ≫

 

COOPER:

    "How was your massage, gentlemen?" the spa receptionist asked my father and me as we walked out into the lobby, which was blindingly bright compared to the dimly lit massage room.

    "Excellent, thank you," Dad replied, pulling out his wallet to leave a tip for our therapists.

    "Make sure you tip well," I told him. After all, even though Dad didn't know it, I'd just experienced an intense orgasm thanks to my masseur. I asked the receptionist if he was available for another appointment this weekend, but unfortunately, he was fully booked.

    "Valentine's Day is always very busy, unfortunately," she said. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay in Vegas."

    That evening, Dad and I went out for dinner and we saw a musical show that my ex-boyfriend would've enjoyed. We didn't care for it too much, but at least the drinks were fairly priced, so we had quite a few of those before going back to the hotel.

    In our hotel room, Dad went to use the bathroom, while I sat on the edge of the bed to clear my head from all the booze. Looking down, I noticed something interesting on the floor: Dad's white briefs, which he had discarded this morning after wearing them on the plane. I wondered what they smelled like… Back when my ex used to stay with me, I always used to sniff his worn underwear… Doing this now was super inappropriate, but fuck it! I was drunk, so my inhibitions were lower. I bent down, picked up the pair of briefs, and buried my face in them.

    I took a big whiff, enjoying the manly musk. My cock started to get hard in my tight jeans. I rubbed my bulge for a bit, enjoying the sensory stimulation. I could sniff on my father's underwear for hours, but I heard the toilet flush so I quickly dropped the briefs back onto the floor. 

    "I need to go next," I told my father when he came out of the bathroom.

    "I bet you do. You look like you could use a cold shower," he laughed.

    "What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

    Then, Dad pointed down at my crotch, and I realized I was pitching a full tent – and it was beyond obvious. My father continued to laugh at my predicament, making me blush and run off to the bathroom, where I waited for my erection to go down before finally taking a piss.

    By the time I was back in the room, my father was already lying in bed, under the covers. I could tell he was shirtless, and assumed he was in just his underwear.

    "Listen, kid, I didn't mean to embarrass you," he said. "When I laughed earlier, I wasn't laughing at you. I just thought it was a funny situation. We're guys, it happens to everyone. We can't control when it happens."

    "I know, it's okay," I said, taking my jeans and T-shirt off. In my underwear, I lay down in bed on my father's right-hand side.

    Dad turned on the television to some sports channel. My mind was reeling. Alcohol always made me horny, and now here I was lying in bed with another man, nearly naked. Except, of course, that man was my own father, so I needed to get my mind out of the gutter. While he watched his sports show, I picked up my phone and scrolled through social media, mostly looking at shirtless selfies of hot guys while my dad dozed off. 

    Soon enough, my father's snoring let me know that he was asleep. I couldn't help but smile when I looked at him. I felt so lucky to have such an amazing, caring, and quite frankly, handsome father.

    After a few minutes of waiting to make sure he was truly sleeping, I started looking at some porn on my phone. My cock was raging in seconds. That was when I spotted Dad's used briefs on the floor again. As gently as I could, I got out of the bed and snatched them, getting back under the covers just as carefully. My heart was racing and my dick was throbbing. I shouldn't be doing this, but my hand brought the underwear to my face and I took another deep whiff.

    Fuck. He smelled like a true man. My hand reached inside my own briefs and I started stroking. The smell of my father's musk was intoxicating. It almost made me want to sniff his balls directly – go right to the source. There was no way that would ever happen. What I wouldn't give for one close look...

    Suddenly, Dad stirred awake. I almost had a heart attack. Quickly, I hid his underwear and I rested both of my hands above the comforter. Dad just looked at the television groggily, almost confused as to why it was still on.

    "Can't sleep?" he asked me, fighting to keep his eyes open.

    "Ahem. Uh, no," I replied, feeling my cheeks flush.

    A moment of silence followed. Finally, Dad spoke again, sounding a bit tipsy, just like I was.

    "Can I ask you something? This is gonna sound crazy. This afternoon, when we were getting that massage, did... did the guy give you a happy ending?"

    My jaw nearly dropped when I heard Dad's question. I was mortified! Yet, under the covers, my dick was still hard as ever.

    "Wh- Why do you think that?" I stuttered, trying to play it cool without much success.

    "Just something I thought I saw," Dad replied. He didn't sound judgmental, just curious.

    "Well, like you pointed out earlier, we can't control when it happens," I chuckled while discreetly sliding my hand back under the covers to start stoking again. "I popped a boner during the massage and the guy noticed. I guess he decided to take care of it discreetly."

    "That's why you told me to tip him well," Dad winked at me. "Funny, that spa seemed so nice, I wouldn't've thought stuff like that happens there. You know that seedy massage parlor close to my house? Now, they do happy ending massages. I've thought about going there a few times but I never went. I even watched videos to prepare myself for it."

    "What kinda videos?" I asked, feeling intrigued.

    "You know, just girls giving massages. Hey, I'm a single man, I've got needs," Dad explained.

    "Do you... Do you wanna watch one of those videos now?" I asked, my heart thudding at the thought. Normally, I would've never dared to suggest such a thing to my own father, but I was drunk and thought of the old adage: what happens in Vegas…

    Surprisingly, Dad simply shrugged and nodded in agreement. Acting fast, before either of us could change his mind, I grabbed my phone and easily found a video of a woman giving a guy a massage with the promise of a happy ending. I casted the vid onto the TV, and it immediately started with the muscled male actor lying completely naked on a massage table. The woman was wearing a skimpy miniskirt and bra, and long fingernails which revealed she was definitely not a professional masseuse.

    As the video played, I was starting to get really horny at the sight of the guy's muscles and ass. Eventually, he rolled over to reveal a massive erection. The woman immediately wrapped her hand around his thick tool and started jerking him off while he fingered her under the miniskirt. From the corner of my eye, I could see my dad tenting the comforter. At that very moment, he looked to his right and spotted me looking. We both had our hands under the covers, so we could tell we were obviously masturbating.

    Without saying a word, we nodded at each other and kicked the comforter off, bringing it down to our knees. I looked down at the sizable bulge in my dad's boxer brief, holding my breath. He then tugged at his underwear, pushing it halfway down his hairy thighs. I almost gasped at the sight of his cock as it popped out like a jack-in-the-box in all its erect glory. Holy fuck: he was almost as big as the guy in the video! I licked my lips, trying my best not to stare at the penis that made me, and pretending to look at the TV instead.

    Dad was soon fisting his cock up-and-down, using his precum as lube, without a care that his only son was lying right next to him. Feeling emboldened by his actions, I did the same: I pulled down my brief and I jerked off openly.

    The girl on the screen got completely naked, which drew Dad's attention. While he stared at the TV, I took advantage of the situation and I got a good look: my father's handsome face, his strong hairy chest, and my favorite part – his beautiful hard cock.

    From what I could tell, Dad was loving the video, and I was loving sneaking as many looks at his dick as I possibly could. As time went on, we both seemed to get more and more comfortable around one another. Eventually, the male actor was railing the masseuse on the table. This change in action had my dad's meat leaking precum like a faucet. I bet it tasted so good. Fuck, what was I thinking?!

    By now, I was full-on staring at my father while he jerked off. He might've noticed me, but he didn't complain. If anything, he kept holding his shaft at the base and wagging it, almost like he was trying to show off for me. Fuck, his dick looked so hot as he smacked it against his palm. I wanted to feel him slapping it against my face.

    I couldn't stop the inappropriate fantasies from playing in my head. My heart was beating like a drum, all my blood rushing straight to my dick. On my left, Dad was getting more and more worked up. His breath was louder and faster, and his hand was pumping furiously. Just as the actor began creampieing the chick, Dad grunted. Suddenly, his hand stopped moving and multiple ropes of cum began to shoot from my father's dick, bursting up in the air like the Bellagio fountain, to finally land on his stomach with an audible splat.

    Galvanized by Dad's incredible cumshot, I blew my own load. I hadn't blown this much jizz in a long time. Wad after wad kept spewing out, and some of it even landed on my dad's torso accidentally. He looked down at it with a shocked look on his face.

    "You fucker!" he shouted in mock frustration, but he immediately laughed out loud.

    I couldn't believe this was really happening. I was supposed to spend Valentine's Day with my ex-boyfriend, but I was so happy I got to spend it with Dad instead. And the weekend was just getting started. 

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