Part I | Part II

 

COOPER:

    On Saturday morning, I was awoken by a loud thud. Startled by the noise, I jumped up and looked around the unfamiliar room. It took me a few moments to realize where I was. A hotel room in Vegas… That's right, I was here for the weekend… and I wasn't alone.

    "Sorry about that," my dad said. It turned out the thud I'd heard was Dad bumping into a chair and knocking it over. I turned to him and saw that he was completely naked, on his way out of the bathroom.

    Suddenly wide awake, I scanned my father's body head-to-toe, focusing on his plump dick. The memories of last night started to come back to me… He and I jerked off side-by-side before going to sleep. Holy shit! I got to watch my own dad's dick explode with cum. Spurred on by alcohol, we had our first sexual experience together. 

    Under the covers, my morning boner was waking up, throbbing with desperate urgency. I didn't want Dad to notice my erection – maybe now that we were sober, he wouldn't be so openminded – so I quickly flipped over to lie on my stomach and I reached for my phone on the nightstand.

    "Oh wow, it's almost nine," I said, softly grinding my hips against the mattress. "I didn't realize I slept so long."

    "Yeah, that bed's really comfortable," Dad said. "What's the plan for this morning?"

    "No major plan," I said. "Let's grab some breakfast and we can go hang by the pool or something."

    "Okay. Get up and get dressed then."

    "Umm. Why don't you go down to the restaurant and I'll meet you there?" I suggested, still lying on my stomach.

    "Hahaha," Dad laughed loudly. "Let me guess: you got a stiffy so you don't wanna get out of bed?"

    I felt myself blush. 

    "C'mon, Cooper. After everything that happened yesterday, you're still shy?" Dad continued.

    "It's not that I'm shy… I just didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

    My naked dad looked at me and wiggled his hips around, making his dick slap against his hairy thighs. "I'm pretty comfortable," he noted.

    "Yeah, okay," I acquiesced, getting out of bed with my boner pointing the way forward like an arrow. Yes, Dad already saw me hard, but that was in the dark of the night. Now that we were sober and the room was full of daylight, I felt awkwardly exposed. My father, however, simply looked at me proudly, smiled, and proceeded to dig through his bag for some fresh clothes.

    In the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and took a quick shower. I was tempted to jerk off in the shower, but I decided to save my load. A part of me was hoping Dad and I might jerk off again tonight, and if we did, I wanted to blow the largest load I could muster. So, with that pervy thought in mind, I turned on the cold water and waited for my tool to go flaccid. 

    After breakfast, my father and I changed into our swimming trunks and went down to check out the hotel pool. Surprisingly, for a hotel this size, the pool and the hot tub were completely empty. "Let's go in the hot tub," Dad suggested, preferring to sit and relax rather than swim.

    "So, last night was... pretty crazy, huh?" I said tentatively after some smalltalk.

    "Yeah," Dad shrugged casually, closing his eyes and luxuriating in the hot water.

    "I've never done that with another guy," I admitted nervously. "I mean, I've done it with boyfriends or guys I was hooking up with. But never with a friend. Or… a family member, in this case."

    "I've jerked off with a couple of buddies back in my day," Dad said nonchalantly, never bothering to open his eyes.

    "Really?! I never would've guessed."

    "Believe it or not, your parents have a sex life as well, son. Though in my case, not a very good one lately," he chuckled. 

    "So what, you're telling me you and your friends used to jerk off together in college?" I asked, digging for more information. The thought of my dad as a young man jerking off with other dudes caused instant arousal. Luckily the water was frothy and I could discreetly rub my cock through my swim shorts.

    "College, high school..." Dad replied with a smile as if flashing back to fond memories. I wondered how often it happened. When did it stop?

    "Is that all you did? Jerk off, I mean," I pried, trying not to sound too eager.

    "Yeah, pretty much. I mean... a couple of times, some of them would suck each other's dicks. Not a proper blowjob, mostly just joking after a dare. But I never went that far."

    As this conversation continued, I managed to fish my cock out from the leg of my trunks. I was steadily fisting my wood under the water, holding on to every word my father said. I was kind of disappointed to hear he didn't partake in any of the dick-sucking, but this was still a wildly erotic story.

    "Wh– Why not?!" I stammered. My hand kept going and I realized I was in the danger zone. Unable to hold back, I started cumming underwater, spraying my spunk. "Fuck!!"

    "Are you… Are you cumming?!" Dad asked, finally opening his eyes and looking at me as I continued firing underwater ropes of jizz. His jaw dropped at first, but then he started laughing. "Oh my God, Cooper. Hahahaha!"

    "I– I'm so sorry. Shit, I'm sorry," I apologized repeatedly. "I just... I've been really horny all morning. I couldn't stop myself."

    "So, the image of my buddies sucking each other's dicks pushed you over the edge, huh?" Dad grinned. I reluctantly nodded which led to a moment of awkward silence. "And to answer your question: I guess I was too chicken to get my dick sucked by a guy back then."

    "Back then?" I asked, still holding on to my super-sensitive penis.

    "Back then. Maybe not so much now," Dad replied, looking into my eyes.

    Something about his tone, his confidence, a certain longing in his eyes, made me wonder if he was trying to tell me something more, asking me to read between the lines.

    "Well... uh... I think we should probably head back to the room," I suggested. "I don't think we wanna, uh, you know, sit in this water anymore."

    Dad laughed again as he got up and out of the hot tub. He grabbed two towels from a pile and handed me one. We wrapped them around our waists and made our way back to the room, silently, save for him chuckling every now and then. I'm glad he was amused by my accident – it was much better than him being disgusted or pissed off.​​

    Back in the hotel room, Dad reached under his towel to pull down his shorts, and hung them to dry in the bathroom. He left the towel on and went to lie on the bed with his legs spread wide. The towel had loosened a bit, enough that I could see his hairy thighs and just a hint of his ballsack. I gulped and looked away, distracting myself by hanging my wet swim shorts next to his.

    "What do you say we watch another one of those massage videos?" he suggested when I reappeared. I nearly tripped when I noticed he'd completely ditched the towel and was now lying on top of the covers completely naked. Not only that, but he was very obviously semi-hard.

    "Su-sure," I agreed, quickly reaching for my phone.

    The porn site with massage search results was still open in my web browser. I started scrolling and spotted one that made me smirk. It featured two massage therapists – a man and woman – working together on the same guy. Given Dad's earlier stories, I decided to take a chance. I played it on the TV and anxiously awaited his reaction.

    I lay on the bed next to my father, keeping my towel on. The scene started with the usual porno-style dialogue. Dad raised an eyebrow when he realized it was intended for a bi audience, but didn't say anything. The pair of masseurs got to work on the client, working his back, ass, and leg muscles in unison. Now that there was some sorta guy-on-guy action, I was growing erect again despite my recent cumshot.

    "Why don't we skip ahead to the good part," Dad said with a devilish grin, which made me even more excited.

    I used my phone to fast-forward to the guy flipping over onto his back. My jaw dropped when I saw how hung this dude was, in addition to having a pair of hefty smooth-shaven nuts. It was no wonder they needed two sets of hands to take care of him. The man and woman took turns jerking him off, which led to them blowing him before long. 

    I peeked over at my dad, who was also hard as a rock. His eyes were glued to the screen. Just like last night, the sight of my own father fully erect had my dick throbbing. If only I could… reach over and touch it, my dreams would come true.

    "Amazing, isn't," Dad suddenly whispered, and I jerked my head back toward the screen. "He enjoys getting sucked by both of them."

    "See, you shoulda tried it all those years ago," I laughed. "Personally, I think guys are better at sucking dick. You wanna see if it's true?"

    I couldn't believe the words as soon as they left my mouth. Did I just really offer my father a blowjob?! He turned to look at me, his eyes examining my face to determine if I was jesting. I returned his look, trying to summon some confidence. And then…

    "Do it," he said.

    Those two simple words were all I needed. Dad motioned with his head down toward his pulsing cock. Holy shit! This was actually happening. In a flash, I was jumping to get between his legs, my towel coming undone in the process. I lay on my stomach, sandwiched between his thighs, his beautiful dick inches from my face. I shifted forward just enough for my lips to touch the tip. I could feel the heat from his glans and taste the saltiness.

    My mouth parted, and his tip slid in. His cockhead was like velvet. Normally, I would take my time, but I was desperate to taste all of him. I got up onto my hands and knees for a better angle and I immediately pushed my head down, taking his entire length. In that moment, I had the cock that made me completely lodged down my throat.

    "Unnhhh fuck, son. Fuck. I needed this," Dad gasped, one of his hands coming to rest on the back of my head.

    He stroked my hair gently, and encouraged by this gesture, I was able to truly get to work. I gathered saliva in my mouth and I used it to coat Dad's shaft with my tongue. I bobbed my head up and down, making sure to cover every inch of him. 

    "Oh my God, I haven't felt anything like this in years," Dad moaned.

    The muscles in my neck and throat relaxed so I could begin to fully deepthroat my father. Even when his cock hit the back of my throat, there was little resistance. As my nose got buried in his bushy pubes, he gasped again. He even squirmed, like this was his first time getting his dick sucked. My cheeks hollowed out as I increased the suction, feeling an immense sensation of pride. 

    I could almost feel his blood pulsing through the thick veins along his shaft. The head of his cock swole with each passing second. He let out a strangled gasp, his hips bucking slightly upward, trying to get even deeper. I knew he was getting closer, so I reached down to fondle his hairy balls, gently squeezing them as I sucked eagerly. I could taste a wave of precum leaking from his slit, and I swallowed it eagerly, savoring the salty tang and relishing his unique flavor.

    His hand on my head was no longer stroking my hair. He was now gripping it tightly, and pushing down aggressively. The first spurt of cum splattered the back of my throat, but I was anticipating this. I swallowed greedily, almost overwhelmed by the intensity of Dad's orgasm. His jizz kept coming and my eyes began to water, but there was nothing else in the world I wanted more than my own father's jizz.

    "That's right, son, swallow it all. Every fucking drop!!"