It was the spring after I just turned 18.

I was a senior in in high spirits school, getting set up for the terminal baseball tournament of the season. My dad said he would call up off of work Fri so he could repel me the 4 hours it would take to get to my tournament. I was pretty well at but no Division I schools would open me full rides, so I was planning on spending my next semester at an affordable Division III school day less than 3 hours away from home. Me and my dad talked about that on the way there.

My dad was a strong 42 year old man, 5'10 ”, 185 lbs and slowly graying hair. He looked like he used to be the toughie guy on the block, but age and Wisdom, along with a family, had mellowed him down. I took after my mom more. I was a slightly taller, more slender 5'11"and weighed only 175 lbs. I didn't looking at as strong as I would imagine my dad used to, but I still looked good enough to play Division I baseball, or at least I thought I did. My arms weren't the biggest but them being slender should induce told scouts I would bewilder harder. Regardless, I was still well-chosen with my physique, and never really looked down on myself because of it.

When we got to the hotel half my mate were in the lobby. We said our common salutation, and got our thing settled in our elbow room, which had two beds. We went out to dinner with the team and came back. It had been a fun, if not quiet night so far.

When we got to the elbow room I realized I hadn't showered since the night before, and I was starting to extend a musty olfactory perception with me. I assume my dad was feeling the Lapp way by how he did the niggling lift-your-arm-and-smell movement. It was fourth dimension we both showered. But who was going to step in first ? I was about to afford my mouth to ask when he cut the secretiveness.

"I'm going to go get ice ”, he said. My dad had this substance abuse of chewing ice that nigh people didn't mind but my mom couldn't stand. He carried around a big cup with him everywhere he went and constantly tilted it to fill his mouth as if the chips were sunflower seed in the pirogue.

"okeh. phone good, I'm gon na hop in the shower ”, I said. And with that, he walked out. As soon as he closed the room access I started to think and get discase. What would it be like sharing a room with my dad ? It would be the first clip in class we sleep in the same room. I usually travel with my squad, and we don't really go on family vacations. I guess it's not anything to overthink about. We'll probably just watch a movie and go to sleep afterwards-

"I'm sorry."

I didn't even hear the door start to unlock ! I turned around pants and underwear at the ankles, shirt off, and my hammer hanging out to see my dad standing at the door.

"I got down the hallway and realized I hadn't brought my cup ”, he managed to say as he was just as stunned as I was."It's right there. Can you get it for me ?"He pointed to the small coffee table near the TV and lo and behold, it was his cup with a Harley Davidson prickle on the side.

But did he seriously just ask me to get it ? As if it wasn't bad enough that he just walked in on me raw, now he wanted me to waddle over there with my pants between my wooden leg and hand him the cup ? I took one step and realized the waddling thing wasn't going to function. In the heating of the present moment, I decided to just step all the way out of my drawers and underwear, instead of pulling them up to shroud my manhood. As I grabbed the cup and walked it to my dads opened mitt, I couldn't Tell if he was staring at the cup, my stomach, or my 5 inch dick that had gotten just a bit arduous from the friction of me struggling to take my drawers off just minute ago, that also hadn't been trimmed in a bit over a week.

He closed the door and left again and I immediately went into the lavatory where I finished taking my sock off and got in the shower. I had been in there for about 5 minute of arc when I heard the room access to the room close, meaning my dad was back inside. Damn that threshold. All I could remember about as I scrubbed myself was the clash that had just occurred and how I was supposed to front my dad after that. I got red with embarrassment just thinking about it. Once I finished rinsing my hair I turned the water system off and opened the curtain.

Oh no. No no no no no. It can't be.

In my perturbation to head straight into the shower, I had forgotten to grab the towels they had laid out on the bed for us. So now I was naked, wet, and without anything to dry me off while my dad was in the other way probably just as traumatise as I was. Ugh ! Why did everything have to go wrong ?

A lot of my teammates had let their hair grow out all year to celebrate older year. This was one of those moments that I was sword lily I hadn't followed that tendency. most of them had shoulder length hair or thirster, my dark, messy hair was just short enough to dry before the air turned it cold.

Again, I had a game-time decision to make. How was I going to get my towel ? persuasion came and went through my headland, but given the situation, and what had just happened, I decided to just walk out their casually and encounter it off as the typical"I see my teammates in the shower all the time"bill, even though we don't shower together at my school.

I opened the door and walked towards my bed, which luckily was the one closer to the bath. My dad had been playing on his iPad and looked up with interest. Me, being naked, was again, not what he had expected to see. He quickly turned his glare back at his iPad trying intentionally not to peak, although I feel like his eyes wandered off the blind a few times.

What I wanted to say was"Sorry. I'm just used to showering with my teammate, and we're out on a team tournament, so I mixed everything up and forgot I'm not at school and I need to impart a towel in the shower bath with me ”, long winded, and very grueling to convince anyone, I know, but it definitely beat what I ended up saying."Sorry. I forgot my towel in here when I went to shower."doe that sound knowing ? No, my dad will infer it was in the confusion of the moment, right ? My judgment was everywhere and nothing seemed like it could go right at this point. My dad wouldn't think I was doing these things on aim. It was two very awakened, very honest coincidences. nix that can't be overlooked and forgotten over the side by side two days. Still, his eye had slyly wandered off of his cover and directly at my midsection by this power point, and I had lingered linger then I should have in my state of exposure. I reached for my towels and finished drying myself off the best I could.

At this full point, my dad did something I did not expect. He stood up, took his shirt off of his hairy, tan back, and started undoing his bash. My heart rate once again picked up as a new wave of questions flooded my mind. Is this really happening ? Is this Wyrd ? Is this convention ? We're just two bozo right ? A dad and a son, aught should be weird here. But I still couldn't helper but feel like something was wrongly here. He unbuttoned his jeans and in one smoothen question pulled his pants and underwear down, revealing an equally tan, non erect 4 inch member, shortsighted than mine when soft, but noticeably thicker. It also seemed like it had been a week or two since he last groomed himself as well. I couldn't help but notice the hairsbreadth around his dick and on his balls were a bit darker then the residual of the pilus on his physical structure minus the ones on his head teacher. I couldn't help but stare at his naked consistency though I made a conscious effort to look away.

"Guess it's my turn to get in."And with that, he picked up his towel ( already much more pull together than I was after he had first seen me nude ), and walked slowly to the bathroom. I don't know if it was just me but it seemed like he was walking slow on purpose. As if he was intentionally trying to get me attend at this bear of a man that was making his way past me, taking long stride with his left leg, so I would get a elongated look at the 4 in of manhood hanging between his stage, two balls taking up almost twice as a good deal space as mine do, hanging only slightly, just riding his thigh as he walked. Fuck, I couldn't expression away.

He opened the door to the bathroom and walked in. I breathed again for what felt like the first clock time since I was in the cascade myself. I was sitting their, in my towel, and had just noticed that it had been restraining me ever so slightly. I opened the towel, knowing my dad was well in the shower by now, and noticed my penis had flared to a 5 and a half inch, semi-hard freak again. Did I really just get turned on by my dad ? What was going on in this hotel elbow room ? ! I quickly wrapped it back up and took my telephone set out to get my mind off affair. I messaged a few of the son from my team, checked my societal media accounts, and soon had gotten lost in my headphone again.

I heard the shower turn off, and a chill of panic quickly swept my veins. I was still in my towel, and my dad would walk out at any hour. What's more is I didn't see him bring any wearing apparel inside the bathroom with him, so in a few minute I would be confronted with my dads sexy indulgent cock again, and would have no control over my own penis, and how turned on it might get at the look of another more grow member. I didn't have sufficiency time to get changed before he came in. How do I keep putting myself in these situations ? I heard the door opened and braced myself to look straight at my phone as my dad walked across the elbow room in nothing but a towel on, and then get changed within view. I saw one foundation step out from the can out of the corner of my eye, then a body, then I noticed. He walked out the same way he had walked in. No pants, no underclothing, no towel hiding his humanness at all. Just 4 inches of sexy, thick shaft dangling between his legs. I made a severe effort to keep my eyes glued to my phone, but I couldn't resist the urge to want to put that piece in my mouth. Am I gay ? I had never thought of a guy, much less been with a guy before. But for some reason, here, in this hotel room, my daddy naked body had become irresistible to me. I consciously noticed blood haste to my cock this clock time, but made no house of move whatsoever. The solely matter telling you that anything was dissimilar then it had been 10 s ago was the drop of exertion starting to form on the tip of my forehead from trying so hard to oppress my inside urges.

He walked over to his suitcase and started to put his underwear and pants on, just some typical face cloth pajama trouser.

"You know, you guys have a really dear chance tomorrow,"he said. The secretiveness immediately broken and some, of not most, of the awkwardness lifted from this hotel elbow room.

"Yeah. The pitcherful from The Destroyers is really good. He's going to Clemson following year. He's the alone pitcher I'm really worried about. The shortstop from The Pitbulls is adept, too. But I don't think many early squad have star players we can't hold ”, I said.

We talked about baseball for a lilliputian bit until he finally asked if I was going to put some clothes on. Sheepishly I said yeah and stood up and opened my suitcase. I pulled out some briefs, a span of sweat knickers, and a tee shirt I got from baseball game inner circle before last time of year. I contemplated getting dressed right there in front of my dad, or going to the privy and putting my wearing apparel on. The idea of exposing myself to my dad had somehow twisted from totally terrifying, to somewhat exciting, if not sexy. I was getting turned on by the thought of what could happen if my dad saw me bare again, but I cut my fantasize short. Obviously there was goose egg going on between us. I was just suppose things and making things up in my psyche. I should get changed in the john like a normal person, not exhibit myself to this haired man like some kind of horny slut. So I did.

When I walked back in the elbow room, my dad was fiddling with his iPad again. I grabbed the TV remote and sat on the edge of my bed.

"I'm surprised you didn't alteration in presence of me ”, my dad saiid smoothly and frankly. As if it was the most casual thing to be naked around a man. I wondered if he was just poking at me or if he wanted something.

"Yeah, well I thought you've seen me bare enough today ”, I said. Was that flirting ? I don't even know. I don't flirtation with other men, much less sometime men, much less my own Padre. What was I saying, what was going on ? Nerves and hormone had pretty practically put my wit on autopilot at this item and I could hardly check what unfolded.

With the slightest chortle he responded,"I haven't seen a cock that nice in a while."What ? ! Okay now he was definitely hitting on me. What is going on ? ! I felt every prison cell in my body instantly get 3° hotter, my ticker started to race a little, my ivory felt almost as wakeful as air, and suddenly my groin started demanding my attention again.

"Come on, have you ever even looked down ?"The word bypassed my brain and came straight out of my mouth before I had even realized it.

He sat up slightly from his laying positioning, still playing with the iPad."This old thing. Wish it looked as untested as yours again. girl dig that."

"They like I like yours, too. I mean I like yours and I'm a guy."I was facing him now. At this he put his iPad down and met my center with his.

"come on. This matter ?"He stood up, walked into the front of his bed, just out of branch reach, grabbed the waist telephone circuit of his pj's pants, and pulled them down to his human knee along with his underwear. A close up look of his hammer. I almost came right there out of excitement.

His cock was even full close up. Still a thick, soft 4 inches, but his nut and his pubic hair gave it a perfect home. It was almost like a birth sleeping in its den saying"touch me if you dare ”. His tan skin was begging to take a mouth kissing it and a glossa licking it.

"Wow. Like, yeah. That's sexy. I wish I had one like that."

"well, why don't you grab onto it ? We're both grown and mom won't find out."He had his hands on his rose hip, slightly leaning them towards me, beckoning me to seize him.

"Do you ridicule, not do stuff anymore ?"I asked.

"We do. Nothings changed between us. I just like to be played with."

And if we had beers I would have drank to that. So many relationships that get ruined because of"infidelity"and"cheating ”. The accuser saying"you never loved me ”, the accusee knowing they always did, but the enticement wasn't from ace philia, it was from their consistence. My dad put it ever so bluntly and still stood there with his penis out like a doorknob to the room I wanted to get into.

I looked him in the eye, then looked immediately at his penis. I leaned forward and reached out my script, and he took a step toward me to take a shit it a little well-situated. As soon as I felt it, it felt familiar. Not foreign like my 1st experience with a vagina. This was something I was used to. Something I knew how to forge and please. His hairs felt good on my fist as I wrapped my bridge player around his still-soft gumshoe. I stroked him for a bit before I reached my other deal under and started fondling his balls. It felt good when he grabbed that manus as a reassurance to hold back doing that.

I stroked his cock and fondled his balls for a lilliputian piece. His member had grown from a nice 4 column inch to a semi unvoiced 5 and a half inches. Still not all the way tough, but for trusted a little bit more to snap up onto. I stroked him and occasionally looked up. His eyes always looked back at me with a slight grin letting me know I was pleasing him. As I looked at his cock, I decided it was time I put it in my mouth.

I didn't lie with how to go down on tool. I only knew what girls had done to me, and what I've find out them talking about it, so I just leaned in and hopes for the outdo. As his cock touched my sassing, I curled them inwards as to not cause any dentition touch his sensitive pipe organ. Once the fountainhead was in my backtalk, my tongue made inter-group communication with his urethra. I've had precum but never tasted it before. It was moth-eaten, and sweet. Almost like a stickier sweat. I licked the tip of his rooster and keep my lingua on his beam of light as I proceeded to slide the rest of it in my mouthpiece.

It tasted so good. I can't believe what I was missing being with just girls. This prick, in my oral cavity, it felt like the only thing I've needed all my life. His pubic hair on my lips, his dick in my rima oris, his balls in my hand. Fuck, that was the indorsement time I almost came and I hadn't even been touched yet.

I started gettin in beat. Going back and Forth. Using my hand to really stimulate the unscathed peter as I sucked it like the dirty prostitute I had suddenly become. I started doing affair I saw in porn videos like kissing the psyche, smacking it on my lips, licking the shaft, and touching the cock to my cheek inside my mouth. I still looked up occasionally and he moaned occasionally, too. He hadn't kept eye contact lens with me which was fine. It meant that he was enjoying himself. What he had done however, was put his hand behind my head and started guiding my mouth as I sucked and sucked his now-hard, 7"cock.

That's all I got for now guy rope. Please comment and let me know if you like this and how you think it should end ! Sorry for the precipitous end. This is my first work and I want to acknowledge if you guys would be occupy in a part 2 or if I should ditch this and start a new undertaking .