It was the spring after I just turned 18.

I was a senior in senior high school schoolhouse, getting ready for the last baseball tournament of the season. My dad said he would foretell off of oeuvre Friday so he could drive me the 4 hours it would make to get to my tourney. I was pretty good at but no section I schooltime would give me full ride, so I was planning on disbursement my future semester at an affordable Division III school LE than 3 hours away from home. Me and my dad talked about that on the way there.

My dad was a strong 42 yr old man, 5'10 ”, 185 lbs and slowly graying hair. He looked like he used to be the tough 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, to a greater extent slender 5'11"and weighed only 175 lbs. I didn't look as stiff as I would envisage my dad used to, but I still looked good enough to play section I baseball, or at to the lowest degree I thought I did. My arms weren't the gravid but them being slender should get told scouts I would bemuse harder. Regardless, I was still glad with my flesh, and never really looked down on myself because of it.

When we got to the hotel half my mate were in the anteroom. We said our usual greeting, and got our thing settled in our room, which had two beds. We went out to dinner with the squad and came back. It had been a fun, if not placidity night so far.

When we got to the room I realized I hadn't showered since the night before, and I was starting to carry a musty odor with me. I assume my dad was feeling the same way by how he did the little lift-your-arm-and-smell drift. It was time we both showered. But who was going to step in inaugural ? I was about to spread my lip to ask when he cut the silence.

"I'm going to go get ice ”, he said. My dad had this habit of chewing ice that most mass didn't thinker but my mom couldn't rack. He carried around a big cup with him everywhere he went and constantly tilted it to make full his mouthpiece as if the chips were sunflower source in the dugout.

"Okay. Sounds goodness, I'm gon na hop in the shower ”, I said. And with that, he walked out. As soon as he closed the threshold I started to intend and get undress. What would it be like sharing a room with my dad ? It would be the initiative time in years we sleep in the same way. I usually travel with my squad, and we don't really go on sept holiday. 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 gasp and underwear at the ankles, shirt off, and my cock hanging out to see my dad standing at the room access.

"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 minuscule deep brown mesa near the TV and lo and behold, it was his cup with a Harley Davidson sticker 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 defenseless, now he wanted me to coggle over there with my gasp between my pegleg and hand him the cup ? I took one step and realized the waddling affair wasn't going to function. In the heat of the moment, I decided to just pace all the way out of my trouser and underwear, instead of pulling them up to shroud my manhood. As I grabbed the cup and walked it to my dads unfold hired man, I couldn't tell if he was staring at the cup, my stomach, or my 5 inch cock that had gotten just a bit toilsome from the detrition of me struggling to take my pants off just bit 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 bathroom where I finished taking my windsock off and got in the shower. I had been in there for about 5 hour when I heard the door to the way close, meaning my dad was back inside. tinker's dam that door. All I could think about as I scrubbed myself was the encounter 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 pee off and opened the drape.

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

In my fluster to direct straight into the rain shower, I had forgotten to grab the towels they had laid out on the bottom for us. So now I was naked, wet, and without anything to dry me off while my dad was in the other room probably just as traumatize as I was. Ugh ! Why did everything own to go amiss ?

A lot of my teammate had let their hairsbreadth rise out all class to celebrate older year. This was one of those present moment that I was glad I hadn't followed that trend. well-nigh of them had berm length hair or recollective, my nighttime, mussy hair was just unawares enough to dry before the air turned it inhuman.

Again, I had a game-time decision to make. How was I going to get my towel ? opinion came and went through my capitulum, but given the situation, and what had just happened, I decided to just walk out their casually and play it off as the typical"I see my mate in the exhibitioner all the meter"placard, 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 bathroom. My dad had been playing on his iPad and looked up with stake. 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 eye wandered off the covert a few times.

What I wanted to say was"Sorry. I'm just used to showering with my teammates, and we're out on a team tournament, so I mixed everything up and forgot I'm not at school day and I need to bestow a towel in the shower with me ”, long winded, and very firmly 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."Does that sound knowing ? No, my dad will understand it was in the confusion of the instant, right ? My idea was everywhere and nothing seemed like it could go right at this point. My dad wouldn't think I was doing these thing on function. It was two very awakened, very honest coincidence. Nothing that can't be overlooked and forgotten over the next two Clarence Day. Still, his eye had slyly wandered off of his screen and directly at my midsection by this 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 point, my dad did something I did not await. He stood up, took his shirt off of his hairy, tan back, and started undoing his belt. My heart rate once again picked up as a new wave of questions flooded my judgment. Is this really happening ? Is this Weird ? Is this formula ? We're just two guys right ? A dad and a son, nothing should be weird here. But I still couldn't help but experience like something was wrong here. He unbuttoned his dungaree and in one smooth motion pulled his knickers and underwear down, revealing an equally tan, non erect 4 inch penis, shorter 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 hairs around his cock and on his musket ball were a bit darker then the rest of the hairs on his trunk minus the one on his promontory. I couldn't avail but stare at his au naturel body though I made a witting elbow grease to look away.

"Guess it's my go to get in."And with that, he picked up his towel ( already much more gathered than I was after he had first seen me naked ), and walked slowly to the privy. I don't know if it was just me but it seemed like he was walking slow on intent. As if he was intentionally trying to get me look at this bear of a man that was making his way past me, taking long stride with his go forth leg, so I would get a elongated look at the 4 in of humanity hanging between his legs, two balls taking up almost twice as practically blank space as mine do, hanging only slightly, just riding his thigh as he walked. piece of ass, I couldn't look away.

He opened the door to the can and walked in. I breathed again for what felt like the low gear time since I was in the shower 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 monster 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 phone out to get my brain off things. I messaged a few of the boys from my team, checked my sociable mass medium accounts, and soon had gotten lost in my earphone again.

I heard the shower turn off, and a chill of panic quickly swept my venous blood vessel. I was still in my towel, and my dad would walk out at any minute. What's more is I didn't see him work any clothes inside the bathroom with him, so in a few second I would be confronted with my pop sexy soft cock again, and would have no control over my own penis, and how turned on it might get at the look of another more mature penis. I didn't have enough clip to get changed before he came in. How do I keep putting myself in these situation ? I heard the room access opened and braced myself to look straight at my phone as my dad walked across the elbow room in null but a towel on, and then get changed within eyeshot. I saw one foot pace out from the bathroom out of the corner of my eye, then a body, then I noticed. He walked out the like way he had walked in. No pants, no underwear, no towel hiding his manhood at all. Just 4 inches of sexy, deep cock dangling between his wooden leg. I made a spartan effort to keep my heart glued to my phone, but I couldn't resist the urge to want to put that piece in my oral cavity. Am I gay ? I had never thought of a guy, much less been with a guy before. But for some understanding, here, in this hotel room, my dads naked body had become resistless to me. I consciously noticed stemma rushing to my cock this time, but made no star sign of bowel movement whatsoever. The only when thing telling you that anything was different then it had been 10 seconds ago was the beads of sweat starting to imprint on the tip of my forehead from trying so hard to suppress my intimate urges.

He walked over to his travelling bag and started to put his underwear and gasp on, just some distinctive tweed pajama pant.

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

"Yeah. The pitcher from The waster is really good. He's going to Clemson next class. He's the simply pitcher I'm really worried about. The shortstop from The Pitbulls is good, too. But I don't think many early teams have star musician we can't handle ”, I said.

We talked about baseball for a footling bit until he finally asked if I was going to put some clothes on. Sheepishly I said yeah and stood up and opened my traveling bag. I pulled out some briefs, a couplet of fret pants, and a tee shirt I got from baseball camp before finale time of year. I contemplated getting dressed right there in front of my dad, or going to the toilet and putting my clothes on. The melodic theme of exposing myself to my dad had somehow twisted from totally terrifying, to somewhat stimulate, if not aphrodisiac. I was getting turned on by the thought process of what could happen if my dad saw me defenseless again, but I cut my fantasise short. Obviously there was zilch going on between us. I was just ideate affair and making thing up in my brain. I should get changed in the bathroom like a formula soul, not expose myself to this hairy man like some kind of horny slut. So I did.

When I walked back in the 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 front of me ”, my dad saiid smoothly and frankly. As if it was the most casual matter 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 naked enough today ”, I said. Was that flirting ? I don't even know. I don't flirt with former men, much LE Old men, much less my own founding father. What was I saying, what was going on ? nerve and internal secretion had pretty much put my learning ability on automatic pilot at this point and I could hardly control what extend.

With the little chuckle he responded,"I haven't seen a turncock that nice in a while."What ? ! Okay now he was definitely hitting on me. What is going on ? ! I felt every cadre in my trunk instantly get 3° hotter, my heart started to race a little, my ivory felt almost as light as air, and suddenly my groin started demanding my attention again.

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

He sat up slightly from his laying position, still playing with the iPad."This old affair. care it looked as unseasoned as yours again. Girls dig that."

"They like ones 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 middle with his.

"cum on. This thing ?"He stood up, walked into the front of his bed, just out of arms reach, grabbed the waist rail line of his pj's pants, and pulled them down to his knees along with his underclothes. A close up look of his dick. I almost came right there out of inflammation.

His turncock was even better close up. Still a midst, delicate 4 inches, but his testicles and his pubic hair gave it a gross abode. It was almost like a expect sleeping in its den saying"affect me if you dare ”. His tan skin was begging to give a backtalk kissing it and a tongue 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 manus on his rosehip, slightly leaning them towards me, beckoning me to grab him.

"Do you guys, not do satiate anymore ?"I asked.

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

And if we had beers I would take drank to that. So many family relationship that get ruined because of"infidelity"and"cheating ”. The accuser saying"you never loved me ”, the accusee knowing they always did, but the temptation wasn't from ones heart, it was from their organic structure. 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 hand, and he took a stair toward me to make it a little loose. As soon as I felt it, it felt companion. Not foreign like my first experience with a vagina. This was something I was used to. Something I knew how to put to work and delight. His pilus felt good on my fist as I wrapped my deal around his still-soft dick. I stroked him for a bit before I reached my other helping hand under and started fondling his orchis. It felt honest when he grabbed that hand as a reassurance to keep doing that.

I stroked his turncock and fondled his balls for a trivial patch. His penis had grown from a nice 4 inches to a semi knockout 5 and a one-half inches. Still not all the way hard, but for sure a little bit more to catch 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 prison term I put it in my lip.

I didn't know how to suck dick. I only knew what girls had done to me, and what I've heard them talking about it, so I just leaned in and hopes for the honest. As his cock touched my sass, I curled them inwards as to not let any teeth touch his spiritualist organ. Once the headland was in my mouth, my clapper made contact with his urethra. I've had precum but never tasted it before. It was cold, and sweet. Almost like a stickier exertion. I licked the tip of his cock and hold back my glossa on his putz as I proceeded to slide the rest of it in my mouth.

It tasted so good. I can't believe what I was missing being with only when fille. This dick, in my back talk, it felt like the only matter I've needed all my life. His pubic tomentum on my lips, his dick in my mouth, his ball in my manus. Fuck, that was the mo sentence I almost came and I hadn't even been touched yet.

I started gettin in rhythm. Going back and forth. Using my hand to really stimulate the whole peter as I sucked it like the dirty whore I had suddenly become. I started doing thing I saw in porn videos like kissing the point, smacking it on my lips, licking the light beam, and touching the cock to my cheek inside my oral fissure. I still looked up occasionally and he moaned occasionally, too. He hadn't kept eye touch with me which was alright. It meant that he was enjoying himself. What he had done however, was put his script behind my capitulum and started guiding my mouth as I sucked and sucked his now-hard, 7"stopcock.

That's all I got for now cat. Please gossip and let me cognize if you like this and how you think it should end ! Sorry for the abrupt end. This is my first work and I want to have a go at it if you guys would be interested in a part 2 or if I should dump this and lead off a new project .