Stays in Vegas

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The First Visit

Most guys could probably tell you who gave them their gay “sexual awakening.”

But I wonder how many of them would say it was their own father.

I had just turned eighteen about a month before that first trip. By that point in my life I’d had a few girlfriends, and even received a few handjobs and blowjobs. I’d never really given much thought to guys, however. Not even when I saw them in the locker room during PE in school. My dad was 42 and had just gotten a new job that was going to require him to go to Las Vegas for a conference once per year. The company was going to pay for the trip, so he saw it as a good opportunity for us to spend some time together (without him having to pay for it). He asked if I’d like to go with him, and I jumped at the chance. Not yet being twenty-one, I knew I wouldn’t be able to gamble…but I figured I’d still have a hell of a time. He warned me that the company would only pay for one room, so we’d have to share the hotel room for three days. That didn’t dissuade me. I was going to Vegas with my dad!

I spent the first two days exploring by myself, considering he had to be at work right up until dinnertime. But on the third day, we finally got a chance to be together. We spent the day walking the strip, exploring the hotels, finding cool places to eat, and sweating our balls off in the heat. When we got back to the room, the first thing my dad said was that he needed a shower. As a joke, he said that I could benefit from one too. He went into the bathroom and closed the door. I took off my shoes and emptied my pockets. I had collected four of those naked women advertisement cards. You know, the ones that are handed out by the weirdos lining the street? We couldn’t walk ten feet on the strip without some gross-looking guy handing us these cards. I didn’t understand the whole situation. Were there actually guys who would call these numbers and have sex with the women advertised? I guessed there must have been, otherwise there wouldn’t be so many guys handing them out to every male that passed by on the street.

I ripped the naked chicks in half and looked for the trash can. It wasn’t where I thought it would be, but I knew there was one in the bathroom. The bathroom had a smaller toilet room that was separated from the rest of the bathroom by its own door. I had heard that door close, so I knew my dad was probably on the toilet and not in the bathroom proper. I opened the door slowly and stepped inside to quickly toss the scraps in the trash. All of my dad’s clothes, including his underwear, were strewn about the floor.

I paused.

I don’t know what in the hell possessed me to do it, but I picked up my dad’s dark blue boxer briefs and examined them. We had been out all day and I knew that if my dad had felt anything like the way I was feeling, those shorts would be heavy with the smell of man funk. I brought them close to my face and inhaled my dad’s scent.

I was right. The smell of man-ass was very distinct. It was not unpleasant, though I had smelled my own ass many times, and it was not that different. I looked down at the underwear and thought about how they had been in contact with my dad’s sweaty cock, balls, and taint all day long. And for the first time, I found myself wondering how big my dad’s cock was.

The toilet flushed and I threw the underwear down and left the bathroom.

I flopped down on the bed, my mind reeling with confusion. What the hell was that? Why would I do such a thing? Was I some kind of pervert who got turned on by his own father?

Adding to the confusion was the fact that my cock was achingly hard.

I heard the shower start and I wondered if I could bust one out before my dad was finished. I stuck my hand inside my pants and gripped my shaft firmly. I closed my eyes at the pleasure. I stroked myself as I thought about my dad’s naked body only a few feet away from me. My hand became slick with precum.

“Matt!” I heard my dad yell.

I yanked my hand out of my pants and sprang from the bed. “Yeah?” I called out, my voice shaking.

“I left my razor in my bag. Can you bring it to me?”

I searched through my dad’s bag of toiletries and found his razor. Without thinking about how I would hand it off to him, I opened the door and stepped into the bathroom.

And there he was. Completely visible through the glass shower door. He had both his arms raised as he was rinsing off his hair. I felt an immediate flash of heat in my groin. In a split second I took in his whole body. Muscled chest with a sexy pattern of short dark hair, nice arms, slim waist, beautifully hairy pits…

And holy shit.

His dick was a sight to behold. A thick shaft with a mushroom head dangled lazily over a set of smooth swinging nuts. The smooth sac was a stark contrast to the lush, dark pubic hair above his manhood.

I didn’t allow my demeanor or expression to change for fear of accidentally letting my dad know that I was enjoying what I was seeing. He opened the shower door and reached out to receive the razor. “Thanks,” he said. “I’ll be out in like five minutes.”

“No problem,” I responded. He turned away from me and thankfully didn’t see me staring at his lightly hairy round ass.

I closed the bathroom door. My heart was racing and I wasted no time in shoving my hand down into my underwear.

But I was too late. I had already creamed in my pants.

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The Second Visit

By the time my dad’s next yearly conference rolled around, I was nineteen, out of high school, and perpetually horny. I was astounded by the fact that I hadn’t rubbed my cock down to a nub with all the masturbating I did. I watched a lot of porn, and sometimes I would just jerk off to the images or scenarios in my head.

More than once those images involved my dad.

When he asked me if I wanted to go on the year’s Vegas trip, my immediate response was to get a boner. I told him yeah, and we once again found ourselves sharing a room. I had no hopes of seeing my dad naked again, so I didn’t really think about it. Those kinds of things just didn’t happen. I mean, sure…my dad clearly had no qualms about me seeing him naked…but he wasn’t going to purposely set up a scenario where he would be naked in front of me.

I knew this trip was going to be a little more difficult than the last. It was a five day trip this time, and I knew there was no way in hell I was going to make it five days without beating my meat. But seeing as how we were forced to share a room, we were always going to be together. I figured I would have to settle for a quick shower stroke rather than the kind of porn-induced, naked on my back, legs spread, shooting jizz all over my chest type of masturbating that I was used to.

We walked the Vegas strip again. And once again I accumulated no less than eight little postcards advertising women with huge tits saying that they could make all my dreams come true. I threw them away.

On the fourth night my dad told me I was on my own for dinner because he was having a company dinner and wouldn’t be back until late. I secretly jumped for joy because I knew I’d have the room all to myself. Needless to say, I ate a quick dinner and spent the rest of the evening spending some quality time with my engorged penis.

I discovered that I am somewhat of an exhibitionist…so I opened up the heavy drapes and stood stark naked at the window. We were only on the fifth floor, so anyone down there in the bright Vegas lights looking up would see a horny naked guy jacking off at the window. I looked down at all the people as I stroked myself, imagining what they would say if they saw me. Would I see anyone point? The thought of people watching me from below was so hot, it quickly gave me the urge to shoot my wad. But I wanted to do that lying down on the bed so I could coat my pecs with my juice.

And then I saw it. Someone looking up at me and pointing.

It was a twenty-something bro, walking with like four or five other drunk bros. One by one they all turned their attention to me. I could see them laughing. Two of them also started pointing. One of them made the jerk off motion with his hand, as if he were encouraging me to keep going.

Holy fuck it was hot. Five random guys who I would never meet and who I would never see again were watching me jacking my dick. They kept laughing and hollering at me, but none of them looked away. I kept up the show for them. I raised my arm behind my head to flash them some pit hair and continued furiously jerking off..

To them, this was just a story to tell when they got home to their girlfriends. For the rest of their lives they’d talk about the time they were in Vegas and saw a guy beating his meat in the hotel window. For me, it was the hottest moment of my life. The urge to cum was too powerful. I could feel it beginning to happen.

The door to our hotel room beeped. It was the unmistakable sound of a key card being used.

“Oh shit!” I groaned…both because I was cumming and also because I was about to be caught.

I heard the click of the doorknob at the same time I heard the splatter of my semen hitting the window. I let out an involuntary grunt as my dad stepped into the room.

“Matt!” he said in surprise. “The fuck are you doing?”

I didn’t know how I wanted to handle this. He had a clear glimpse of his son’s bare ass, and streaks of jizz running down the glass. Should I stay where I was, giving him only a view of my ass, and hopefully minimizing the damage? Or should I turn around to get my clothes, thus giving him a look at my softening cum-covered prick. I opted for the latter. It just felt too awkward to continue facing away from him.

“Dad! I thought you were going to be out late!”

“We ended early,” he said. He shook his head. “So…what’s going on here? Trying to give everyone down below a show?”

“No, I just…uh…” I could think of no response as I frantically looked around for my clothes.

“They’re over here,” my dad said, pointing to the clothes on the floor next to the bed. “Here,” he added, tossing me a white towel. “You’re getting cum on the floor.”

Just as he mentioned that I felt a drop leak from the tip of my dick onto the floor. “Sorry,” I said as I moved quickly to the bathroom. “I’ll clean it up.”

“The window too,” my dad said. “No maid should have to deal with cleaning window-jizz from a horny teenager.

I closed the door, mortified and wondering how I’d ever look my dad in the face again. I wiped myself clean and started the shower.

“Do you want some friendly advice?” my dad called out.

I didn’t, but I said, “Uh…sure.”

“If you trim that forest between your legs, your meat would look bigger. Maybe consider that before your next show.”

I’m surprised I didn’t jump out the jizz window right then.

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The Third Visit (1)

I never thought my dad would ask me to go on his Vegas conference trip again. But the next year, when I was twenty, he asked me. I guess at this point it was kind of becoming a tradition. I only hoped he had forgotten all about what had happened last year.

No such luck.

“So I got the company to spring for two rooms this time” he said. “That way you can have your privacy and I don’t have to catch you - “

“Thanks,” I said, stopping him before he could say the word masturbating.

Well, at least I could do whatever I wanted with my penis and not worry about anything. I could walk around naked all week with the curtains open if I wanted to. I was already getting hard at the idea of someone else seeing me jerk it.

It turns out the two rooms were not technically two different hotel rooms. They were adjoining rooms with a door separating them. It was better than nothing, I thought. I hoped the few days together would do us some good. It had been a rough year, after all. He and my mom had gotten divorced, so he seemed kind of lonely. And since I’m such a pervert, I often wondered how often he got horny without my mom. He was only 43, so I wondered if he had been having sex with any other women.

Yep, just me being disgusting and getting turned on by the thought of my dad fucking a random woman.

The trip was fine. We had just as much fun as we had on the last few trips, despite the fact that I still couldn’t drink or gamble. We went to some interesting places, saw a show, walked the strip, and of course, collected several naked titty advertisements. We ended the night in his section of the adjoining rooms, having a few shots of tequila. Just because I wouldn’t be served alcohol at a bar didn’t mean that I couldn’t have some of our own. At around 10:00 it was obvious he wanted the night to wrap up. He was tired and needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow was the last day of the conference and he wanted to be well rested. I said goodnight and went through the door to my adjacent room. I spent some time scrolling on my phone, then I took a shower, and finally settled into my bed. By 11:00 I was in my nighttime boxer shorts, in my bed, looking at porn on my phone. I cursed under my breath when I saw my phone was at only 3% battery life. I got out of bed, my boner poking through my shorts, leading the way to my bag. I spent a minute rifling through my stuff when the realization hit me.

“Fuck!” My charger was in my dad’s room. He had borrowed it while we were drinking the tequila.

I glanced over at the door. Should I go get it? I didn’t want to knock on the door and wake up my dad. But I wasn’t going to be able to survive the night with a dead phone. And what if he took it with him when he left tomorrow morning? No, I needed that charger.

I approached the door and put my ear to it, trying to see if I could hear any snoring. I couldn’t hear anything through the thick door. As slowly and quietly as I could, I turned the doorknob and gave it a gentle push, hoping it wouldn’t make any sound. I knew the charger was on the dresser across the room, so hopefully I could tiptoe through the darkness and retrieve it without waking him up.

But to my surprise, I didn’t see total darkness. One of the lamps in his room was still on, creating a muted glow throughout the room. Was he still awake? I thought he needed to go to sleep! Maybe I didn’t have to be quiet after all. If he was still awake I could just announce I was coming in to get the charger. I opened my mouth to call out to him, but I was stifled by the sound of a soft moan. Confused, I gently pushed the door open a little wider and put my face up to the crack to see inside.

And the image I saw will be burned into my mind forever.

A naked woman was sixty-nining my dad.

 

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The Third Visit (2)

I nearly let out an involuntary gasp, but I managed to hold it in. My eyes went wide as I took in the scene. My dad was lying on his back, his head on the end of the bed that was farthest from me, so it was out of view. His legs were open wide, giving me a nice glimpse of his slightly hairy asshole. The woman was on top of him, gripping his thick stiff cock at the base, frantically bobbing her head up and down as she sucked him. She jerked him wildly, causing his loose smooth nutsac to bob up and down as well. She made a slurping sound and my dad groaned in pleasure.

What. The. Fuck.

I couldn’t believe what I was watching. I had never seen my dad’s erection before, and I was impressed. It was thick, meaty, and rock hard. I got a perfect view of the entire thing when the woman pulled it out of her mouth and slapped it against her face, making my dad moan even more.

The moment was surreal. My dad had actually made use of the services we’d been getting advertisements for all these years. He’d contacted a service and paid for some woman to come and fuck him.

When I came to my senses and managed to start thinking rationally again, I knew I should quietly close the door and leave them alone. My dad would be mortified if he knew I was watching them. But I couldn’t leave. If I stayed where I was, he’d never notice me. So I held my breath and continued watching.

The woman got off of him and he sat up against the bed’s headboard. He put his arms behind his head and she went down on him. He closed his eyes and said, “Fuck yeah.”

At that moment, I didn’t know if I had ever seen anything sexier than the sight of my dad displaying his thick armpit hair and wearing an expression of pure pleasure while a woman slobbered on his cock. I don’t know how long they stayed like that, but eventually he gently pushed her away and repositioned. He laid her on her back, spread her legs, and got into position to enter her. My view was of his back and ass, and I watched as his ass cheeks clenched and his back muscles tensed when he eased his prick into her pussy.

My own cock was raging and slick with precum. I couldn’t touch myself, though, for fear of accidentally making a sound or moving the door. I couldn’t risk the door moving even a fraction of an inch if I wanted to maintain my vantage point. I just watched as my dad pounded the shit out of this random sex worker. The moaning got louder and I heard the sounds of flesh slapping together. Every time my dad felt the urge to climax, he pulled out and put them in a different position. At one point he sat himself up in the bed again and she stood up. My dad held his dick as she lowered herself onto him. She reached behind herself and helped guide him in, and soon she was bouncing up and down on his hard-on. He let a series of grunts, groans, and fuck yeahs. She also moaned, but that’s probably just because she was getting paid to.

My cock was on fire and I knew that if I couldn’t get it in my hand soon, I was going to die.

Through the heavy breathing and moaning, I heard my dad say, “I’m close.”

Holy shit. Was I actually about to see my dad ejaculate? In my wildest dreams I never thought that would be something I would be privileged to see. I watched intently, barely even blinking so as not to miss a moment. He pulled out of her and she laid on her back. My dad was on his knees, facing me. And in another one of those sexy moments I’ll never forget, I saw my dad jerking himself off.

Of course, I knew that my dad masturbated. I’m not dumb enough to think that there’s a point in a man’s life where he stops beating his meat. I myself intended to be jerking off until I was in my eighties and ejaculating dust. But I never thought I’d get to see my dad pleasuring himself. It was a sight to behold. He grabbed his nuts and stroked himself. The woman on her back squeezed and rubbed her tits. My dad looked down at her, clearly enjoying what he was seeing.

“Oh yes,” the woman said. “Jerk that big cock of yours. Cum all over my tits!”

That must have put my dad over the edge. His head went back and he closed his eyes. He grimaced, let out a long, loud groan, and blasted his cum all over the sex worker.

I didn’t think my eyes could open any wider, but they tried to. I held my breath and watched the semen stream forth from the tip of my dad’s cock. That semen had created me, and here I was watching it unload onto a woman’s tits and stomach. He grunted as he milked his dick, getting every last drop out. He shook his dick, sending little droplets all over the place.

For a fleeting moment I wished that I was in the woman’s position…lying on my back under my dad, receiving his load.

He breathed heavily, pointed his dick downward and rubbed it in the cum on her tits. He rubbed his cock head against her nipple. She reached up and stroked his jizz-covered penis. He shuffled forward and put his slimy dick up to her face. To my surprise, she took it back into her mouth and sucked the cum off of it.

Did he have to pay extra for that?

I pulled myself away from the crack in the door and very gently pulled it shut. I could hear them softly talking, but at that point I didn’t really care what they were saying. I shucked off my shorts and my throbbing dick leapt out of its prison. I hopped onto the bed and went to town on myself.

It didn’t take long. I had barely enough time to replay some my favorite images in my mind: my dad’s open asshole and bouncing balls and cock getting sucked…his hairy pits on display while he was getting blown…the look on his face when he was cumming…the mouthwatering ropes of jizz flying out of his manhood.

I let out my own moan as I had the most intense and explosive orgasm of my life. Wave after wave of hot jizz blasted onto my stomach, pecs, and chin. I imagined what it would feel like if it were my dad’s streams of cum hitting my chest. I felt like I would never stop cumming. It was a cumshot worthy of the hottest porn video. Afterwards, I just laid there, breathing heavily. My taint and pits felt sweaty, and I was drenched in my own semen.

It was ten minutes before I regained the strength in my body to get up from the bed and clean myself up.

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The Final Visit (1)

Obviously, I never told me dad what I saw. I kept it to myself and used it many times over the next year as wanking material. Needless to say, when the next trip came up, I was more excited than ever. My 21st birthday had just passed…so that meant this would be the first trip where I could drink and gamble.

Again we got two adjoining rooms. However, I had no false hope that what happened last year would happen again. That was a once in a lifetime experience. But I did wonder if my dad was planning to get one of those girls again.

We walked, we explored, we gambled, and we drank. A lot. I swear I think I was either full on drunk or at least buzzed for 90% of the four days. On the final night, we were drinking in my room to celebrate the end of our last Vegas trip. (Dad was considering leaving the company). He was very clearly drunk, but I was only a little buzzed.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said. “We didn’t really properly celebrate your twenty-first birthday, so I decided to get you a little something.”

“Oh yeah?” I said. “What is it?”

“You’ll see pretty soon. In the meantime, why don’t you go freshen up. Take a shower.”

“Ummm…okay.” I wondered if he were going to be taking me to some cool bar or club. Either way, I did what he asked and headed for the shower. When I took a quick glance back at him before entering the bathroom, I noticed him pulling out his phone. And with his other hand, he was holding one of those sex worker postcards.

What was he up to?

 

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The Final Visit (2)

An hour later I was freshly clean and we were having another drink. I asked, “So what is this gift?”

And if to answer my question, there was a knock at our hotel door. My dad smiled and went over to open the door. When he walked back in the room, a young woman was with him.

“This is Ashley,” he said. “I got her for you.”

My jaw dropped open. My dad got me a sex worker? I didn’t know what to say. I just stammered incoherently.

“I wanted to make this trip special for you. So Ashley is going to make your wildest fantasies come true for tonight.”

I still didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted this. But despite my reservations, embarrassment, and booze-filled body…I was rock hard when she started rubbing my crotch through my jeans.

She removed her top and her flawless breasts bounced out. She took my hand and gently placed them on her tits. I rubbed them and caressed her nipples. She pulled my shirt off and started unbuckling my belt. “Let’s see what you have for me down here,” she said playfully.

“Oh don’t worry,” my dad said. “He’s my son, so I’m sure he’s packing heat.”

Why in the hell was my dad still here? It felt weird enough touching Ashley’s tits with him still watching. But he needed to leave before she released by boner.

“Uh, Dad?” I said. “Don’t you want to get back to your room?”

“Sorry, son. Can’t do it. The one who pays has to be in the room. It’s their policy. But don’t mind me.” He sat himself down in the chair opposite the bed.

What the hell? My dad was going to be forced to watch me have sex? I couldn’t even fathom the possibility before Ashley had pulled down my pants and underwear. My throbbing erection popped out.

“What did I tell you?” my dad said. “I think you’re going to enjoy that, Ashley, I’m proud of you, Matt.”

Another surreal moment. Did my dad really just say how proud he was of me for the size of my erect penis? Ashley lowered herself to her knees, grabbed my cock at the base, and started blowing me. The feeling was amazing, and it wasn’t long before I forgot my dad was even there. We removed the rest of our clothes and got onto the bed together. She continued to suck me off, and only once did I glance back at my dad in the chair. His expression was unreadable. He could have just as well been watching a football game. I had no idea what was going through his mind.

“Do you want to eat my pussy?” Ashley asked.

I simply nodded and she got onto her back and spread her legs. I dove into her muff eagerly, licking her folds and darting my tongue in and out.

“That’s it, son, Get in there,” my dad said softly, almost to himself. “How does that taste?”

It didn’t really feel like it was time for a conversation, so I didn’t respond and just kept eating Ashley’s cunt. When it felt like the appropriate time, I positioned myself between her legs, gripped my dick, and guided it into her. She moaned as if me just sliding my member into her was the most pleasurable thing she’d ever experienced. It was performative, I knew. But I didn’t care. I went all the way in until our pubes were touching, and I pulled back out. Back in, then out. In and out until I found a rhythm. I leaned forward and sucked on her nipples while I fucked her. She reached behind me and squeezed my ass.

I wondered what my dad was thinking about what he was seeing. Surprisingly, my inhibitions and embarrassment had vanished. You would think that a young person’s worst nightmare would be to have a parent see them doing anything sexual, whether to themselves or another person. But my dad had already caught me jerking off. And I had already seen him fucking. So at some point, I just stopped caring.

I felt the familiar fire in my groin telling me that I was going to finish soon. My dad must have sensed it.

“Don’t cum yet, son. We still have more time that I’ve paid for.”

I pulled out of her to give my cock a rest. I laid back and put my hands behind my head. Ashley sat up and just kept touching me lightly, She caressed my stomach and pecs, and ran her hands through my armpit hair. My dad stood from his chair and went over to Ashely. He leaned in and whispered something in her ear. I couldn’t tell exactly what he said, but I know I heard the words “pay extra” and “share you.”

She agreed to whatever my dad had proposed, and the next thing I knew he was taking off his shirt and pulling down his pants. I noticed a precum stain on the front of his underwear just before he pulled them off and his own erection sprang out.

What the hell?

 

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The Final Visit (3)

My dad laid down next to me. “You ever shared a girl with a friend, son?”

Ashley started jerking my dad off and took his dick into her mouth. With her other hand, she started stroking me. My dad must have noticed my confusion and said, “Just lay back and enjoy it.” He closed his eyes and put his hands behind his head.

I did as I was told and soon I was lying naked next to my dad while a woman went back and forth between sucking my cock and sucking my dad’s. I looked over at him; his pits were only inches from my face. I could smell the musky man scent. I glanced down at what was happening to our crotches. Ashley was jerking my dad’s meaty, hairy cock while she sucked me. His dick was so close to mine they were almost touching. I had a fleeting image of our dicks briefly coming into contact with one another and I almost blew my load right then. I gently pushed Ashley off of my dick.

My dad took the cue and got up onto his knees. He moved Ashley onto all fours. They maneuvered around until he was taking her from behind and she was sucking on my dick again. Together, we found a rhythm.

I should have been focused on the beautiful girl giving me a blowjob. But all I could stare at was my dad as he thrust in and out of her pussy from behind. His hands were on her hips. His nuts were slapping against her. His muscular chest was flexed, and sweat was glistening on his chest hair. He caught me staring and winked at me. “You want a turn?” he asked through a ragged breath. He pulled out of her and turned her around. When she took his dick back into her mouth he said, “Yeah…taste your pussy on that cock.” I put my own dick in her pussy, thinking about how my dad’s dick had just been in there.

We spit-roasted Ashley for another few minutes. I can’t even imagine the kinds of looks that my dad was seeing on my face. I probably should have been mortified. But it was too exciting.

Now this was father-son bonding.

When I saw Ashley lift my dad’s cock and lick underneath his balls, the view was almost too much for me. “I’m gonna cum,” I said.

“Hold on, Matt,” my dad said. We both pulled away from Ashley and she laid on her back. We repositioned so that I was in between her legs, on my knees. My dad wanted to be on the other side of me, so he knee-walked around me. As he passed by, his boner inadvertently slapped me on my ass.

Oh, holy fuck.

So there we were, each of us jacking our cocks so that we could cum on this girl. My dad’s eyes were glued to my cock. He said, “Yeah, son. Coat her tits with your cum.”

I jerked harder. Every one of my muscles was flexing. My dad reached over and gave my pec a quick squeeze and slap. He laughed. “Isn’t he hot?” he said to Ashley.

“Mmm hmm,” she moaned.

“Flex for her,” my dad said.

I lifted both my arms and flexed.

“Yeah, that’s my boy,” my dad said. He lifted his hand and caressed my bushy pit hair. “Isn’t he manly?” he said.

“Oh yeah,” Ashley said. “Give me your cum.”

My dad and I jerked, and based on the speed and grunts, it was clear we were ready.

I don’t know if it was the booze, the heat of the moment, or something else. But just as I felt the urge to cum, my dad reached down with his left hand and took ahold of my cock. While his right hand continued to jerk himself off, he gave my dick the last few strokes it needed.

The feel of my dad’s hand gripping my throbbing prick was electric. I hadn’t been expecting it, but I wasn’t going to shy away from it. I lifted my arms again, flexing and showing off my pits while my dad jerked me until the point of inevitability.

“Fuuuuccck!” I groaned. And just as my dad had commanded, I coated her tits with my cum. Semen went everywhere. All over Ashley, all over the bed, and a few droplets hit my dad’s thigh. He kept stroking me until his hand was also coated in my jizz. And with a loud grunt, he unloaded his own spunk onto the girl. “Oh yeah,” I found myself saying. “Fuck yeah, dad.”

My dad shuddered as he finished orgasming. He flicked the semen off his dick and a few drops hit my hand. He released my gooey dick from his grip and started rubbing Ashley's body...her stomach, pussy, and tits. The cream from both me and my dad mixed together and she moaned.

Without another word we all got up from the bed. My dad tossed me a towel and tossed one to Ashley. I left the room while my dad took care of the payment. I closed myself into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror.

What in the hell just happened?

Whatever it was…it was the hottest night of my life. Strangely enough, my dad and I didn’t speak of it the next day.

But I would always remember the intense and pleasurable sensation of feeling my dad’s hand gripping my hard cock, and the feeling of blowing my load while he stroked me to completion.

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