Mom was off visiting her sister for a week, leaving Dad and me to ‘batch it’ back home. It was kind of neat. We got to talk like a couple of guys together, hang out some, use the backyard pool with each other, get to know each other on a different level than just father and son.
At about the mid-week point I started to get a real sense things could turn sexual between us if I let it. I wasn’t about to make a move on Dad or anything – gawd, what if I was wrong?? – but I could sort of set things up where he might make a move on me, if that’s what he had in mind.
We were hanging out in just our swimsuits on the back deck. Dad’s in pretty good shape for a guy his age, no two ways about that! And, judging from the mound at the front of his trunks, he’s not exactly underdeveloped in the dick ‘n’ balls department, either. And the sexual tension was palatable, lemme tell ya. Thick as fog. I’d have been more surprised if something didn’t happen than if it did.
I took this pic of Dad in his trunks and he had this devilish grin on his face. Like he knew the affect he was having on me. But I suppose the fact I had a bit of wood going on in my own trunks probably tipped him off on that! I couldn’t help it.
Shortly…very shortly!….after I took this pic Dad made some comment about me being a “bit excited” and chuckled when I went beet red.
“It’s okay, son. It happens. Just means you’re a healthy young man. And at your age a slight breeze can probably give you erections, huh?”
“Not quite but….yeah….I guess….”
“Bet you must jack off every day.”
“Uhmmm….pretty much I guess.” I said, starting to fidget but also realizing opportunity was starting to rear its head here so I decided to push it a bit and followed up with “do you?”.
“Ehehehe….not every day. I’m not 20 anymore! But, yeah, couple of times a week, generally. Your mother and I aren’t as hot and heavy in the bedroom as we used to be, let’s just say, so….yeah. Have you jacked off today, son?”
“Hmmm…when was the last time you stroked one out?”
“I dunno….couple of days ago, I guess. When did you do it last?” I countered.
“Oh geez….before your mother left…so coming up almost a week by now….”
“A week??” I blurted out.
“Yeah….a week. I guess I’m about due for a session…..” he said letting the sentence trail off to a heavy pause.
I was feeling pretty flustered by now, and wasn’t at all sure where to go from here, but by then I knew I wanted it to go somewhere. If that meant just getting to see Dad masturbate, I’d settle for that if I had to. I wouldn’t mind seeing him doing it, actually, while of course hoping for more, sort of.
I mean, I did want “something” to happen between us but at the same time I was fully aware this was my Dad and if something did happen between us, it’d change things. So part of me was thinking ‘don’t go there! Don’t go there!’ and part of me was telling that part to shut the fuck up! LOL
Dad was the one who broke the heavy silence by quietly asking if it’d be too weird for me to know he was off doing it somewhere in the house. I said it kinda would be but if he needed to then go ahead.
“Uh-huh. So I’d be up in my room beating off knowing you’re down here knowing I was up there doing it. And my guess is while I was, you’d be down here probably doing it at the same time….am I right?”
“Yeah, no ‘maybe’. You would be! Which is kind of weird when you come right down to it – me doing it and knowing you knew and knowing you’re doing it and also knowing you knew I knew you were. Seems to me it’d just be….well…. more efficient and a whole lot less weird to just skip that part and do it out in the open. Unless that’d be too uncomfortable for you….”
“Uhh…not super uncomfortable. I mean, you’re right I guess. Both of us doing it and knowing the other knows we are kind of makes it seem dumb to play it that way.”
“So you’d be okay seeing me do it and me seeing you?” Dad said, with his trunk mound getting even more pronounced. I nodded.
Dad turned and went to the patio sofa and sat down, his legs spread apart as he started to massage his groin. He beckoned me to come over and sit down next to him, which I did, nervous as hell but super turned on.
As he massaged his crotch he glanced over at mine. Next thing I know he’s got his other hand groping me between the legs and he was saying how impressive I was down there. Feeling his hand massaging me through my trunks nearly made me cum right then and there. It definitely set a wave of hormonal wash through me and I couldn’t help but strain up against his hand and gasp.
“Slide them off, son….” Dad said hoarsely as he raised his own butt up off the sofa and slid his trunks down, releasing his cock to slap up against his flat belly with a soft smack. I’d never seen my Dad hard before and he was pretty impressive down there himself! I quickly shucked my trunks, freeing my own aching cock from the confines of my trunks.
“Mmmmmm…Nice one, son. Real nice….” Dad murmured, tracing his fingers around the glans and down the length of my cock, making it twitch and ooze out a dollop of clear precum.
Dad gently but firmly grasped my wrist and moved my hand to his cock. I immediately wrapped my hand around his firm warm shaft and started to slowly stroke up and down on it.
“Unnnghh….Th-That feels nice, son….Oh yeah….real nice!” Dad groaned, spreading his legs even further apart so that his right knee and thigh were now pressed up against my left leg. I could feel the heat radiating off him and enveloping me.
Dad turned his face to me, cupped the back of my neck, pulled my face to his and…kissed me. Not a paternal kiss. A full-out mouth to mouth kiss. We started necking as I stroked him and he stroked me.
I had shifted a wee bit so my body was now pressed up against his as we necked, I was running my hand over his chest, teasing his nips, rubbing his belly, cupping his balls, and returning to pumping his cock as he explored my much smoother body with his free hand, running it down over my back and kneading my ass, pulling me in tighter against him. My head was swimming and it just seemed natural for me to lean down and guide my father’s cock into my mouth and start to suck it. He didn’t stop me. Hearing him let out a groan and feel him strain upward into my mouth was a total rush. I started to suck eagerly.
Dad eased me down along the sofa and started sucking me. It felt sooo good! then swung around and knelt over me, facing toward my feet, and we 69′d. I gripped his firm ass and pulled him down into my mouth and sucked him as he sucked me but it was uncomfortable for the back of my neck. We ended up on the floor of the patio, side by side and sucked each other more and more furiously, both of us desperate to make the other cum and flood our mouths with each other’s spunk. I shot off first and Dad took every shot, groaning as shot after shot hit the back of his throat and coated his tongue. A minute or so after I shot off, Dad shot his thick slightly bleachy-tasting load into my mouth. I choked a little when the first volley hit the back of my throat but I managed to take it and swallowed the same sperm that made me to begin with. If I hadn’t already cum, that alone would have made me cum. It almost made me cum again anyway!
We repeated this a couple of times over the balance of the week. One session was me kneeling between Dad’s legs and sucking him to orgasm as I beat off and came all over his shin and feet. And another session where Dad was kneeling between my legs and sucking me off then standing up and jacking off until he shot all over my face. I liked that!
We continued this even after Mom got back home, but of course we had to be pretty careful. We couldn’t do it when she was around, obviously. Dad would ask me to come with him when he had errands to take care of and he’d find some secluded spot to park and we’d suck each other off in the car, or we’d have a quickie suck session if Mom was out shopping or getting her hair done or whatever.
We never actually fucked. I kind of wanted to but Dad never gave any indication he did, so I never pursued it. The oral stuff was plenty good enough!
