I went to the movies with my dad tonight. It was a spontaneous idea, we haven't gone to a cinema together that often before. But I really hope it will happen again, and I'll tell you why here.
It all started quite innocently. We had just had dinner and were tidying up the dining room and kitchen. That's our deal at home: Mum cooks, Dad and I clear the table and kitchen afterwards. Normally I would have been out with a friend. We were going to eat and then go to the cinema, but unfortunately he got sick.
"If you want, we can go to the movies together?" Dad said to me in the kitchen.
"The two of us? The two of us together?"
I immediately realised that my counter-question was far too surprised. Dad laughed: "It's okay, son... if you're too embarrassed to be seen in public with your old man…"
"Oh, no, no... yeah, sorry, that sounded a bit weird," I replied quickly, thinking about it for a moment. As I said, we hadn't been to the cinema together that often, and certainly not as a couple. "And Mum?"
"Honey? Do you mind if Tim takes me to the cinema today?" Dad called into the living room, where Mum had already made herself comfortable on the sofa.
"Oh yeah... do that. Then I'll be able to watch my 'Dancing with the stars' without your stupid comments," she called back. Mum loves watching that show every Friday night.
Dad winked at me: "That was a lesson in the success of an ingenious strategy to wear down your mother!"
"More than that, it was a lesson in how quickly a wife wants to get rid of her husband," she shouted from the living room.
"That's fine with me," Dad called back, laughing.
So we cleaned up, packed our things, drove into town, parked in a parking garage, and walked to Martin Luther King Square, our city's nightlife hub. We quickly agreed on a film (it was the last showing of an action film we both wanted to see) and just as quickly sat down in the last row of a cinema with popcorn and beer. When the lights finally went out for the commercials, the huge auditorium was still completely empty.
"I don't think anyone wants to see this film... what have we chosen?" I joked.
"Well, let's see. Maybe everyone has already seen it and we're the last people in the world who haven't!" Dad replied. "If we don't like it, we can just leave!"
Dad and I talked about this and that, commented on the commercials, ate popcorn and drank our beer. Then two more visitors came into the cinema: two boys about my age sat down at the end of the next-to-last row. Something about their behaviour caught my attention. They weren't weird or anything, but somehow they were behaving strangely: in the semi-darkness and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that they moved back and forth between the back three rows of seats two or three times and kept looking at us.
I turned to Dad on the other side and asked: "What about them?"
I pointed behind me with a slight tilt of my head to let him know who I was talking about.
Dad glanced past me and said, "Maybe they're looking for the best seat?"
I looked over at them again, a little confused. Then the lights came back on and a salesman came into the room. "Beer, popcorn, candy?" he called into the hall.
"Shall we have two more beers?" Dad asked, waving the salesman over without waiting for my answer.
"The main thing is that we can still get home in the car".
"Sure!" Dad said and ordered the beers. The salesman then walked over to where the two boys had finally taken their seats. My eyes followed the salesman to the two young men. It was really clear now: they were looking over at me and Dad. They smiled a little, although I wasn't sure if they were making fun of us, whether they were insecure or just friendly.
"Really, now they're looking at us too. What's wrong with them?"
"Do you know them?" Dad asked. "From college, maybe?"
"I'm not sure."
I thought about it for a moment, but then the show started: the lights went down, the curtain was fully opened and the first trailer for a new film began, so I didn't give a second thought to the two young men at the end of our row of seats, where they had finally sat down.
That changed after the film had been running for a few minutes when I noticed movement again out of the corner of my eye. "Are they changing rows again?" I thought at first, but didn't look because I wanted to concentrate on the film. But when the slight unease in the corner of my eye didn't go away, I looked. At first I wasn't sure, the cinema was dark, the little light from the screen was flickering. It was hard to make out the two boys. But then I recognised them: one of them had leaned over to the other one sitting next to him and was moving his head up and down between his legs. It was obvious: he was sucking off his friend.
How? I mean... yes, I know how... but here? Just like that? Stunned, I stared at the two of them. The sitting guy who was getting the blowjob took his friend's head in both hands and started moving his hips up and down - fucking his friend's mouth. At first he looked down at his friend, but then he looked up and right into my face... there wasn't much to see, but I was sure his eyes were on me. I quickly looked back up at the screen, completely frozen in shock. What on earth was going on? Should I say something to Dad?
I swallowed, a big lump in my throat. The situation overwhelmed me: to be honest, this kind of situation had happened in my imagination before, but to suddenly see a guy getting sucked off in a cinema in real life was something else. I turned my head slightly towards Dad to see if he had noticed anything, but he seemed to be concentrating on the film. However, he noticed me looking at him and turned to me. "What's wrong, son?" he whispered.
"Look over there," I whispered.
"Where?" Dad whispered back, but when he looked past me and the two boys came into view a second later, he widened his eyes and stopped moving, I realised he knew what I meant now.
I didn't dare look at them, so I kept looking at Dad. It was hard to interpret his expression. He wasn't half as frightened as I'd expected.
"Do you see them?" I asked, just to be sure.
"Yes." Dad said. He smiled. "They're just having fun!"
I laughed, "Yeah, sure... but here?"
"Haven't you ever made out in the cinema?"
I didn't know what shocked me more: that my dad would ask me something like that, or that apparently everyone in the world - including my dad - had fiddled around in the movies, except me.
"Suuuure." My moderately well-played coolness didn't make it any more believable.
"Never mind, son, it'll happen," Dad said, unable to take his eyes off the two boys.
I wondered what was going on over there. Curiosity got the better of me and I turned around - and was startled again: both boys were looking over at us and grinning. One was leaning back in his seat, the other was leaning sideways towards his buddy, his head turned towards us and his friend's cock in his hand.
Wait a minute... was Dad flirting with them? Had he been making eye contact with them the whole time? I looked at Dad again, his face actually showing... lust? "Say, do you like that show over there?"
He took a sip of beer, took his eyes off them for just a moment to look at me and said: "Boy, I haven't had any fun in ages". He winked at me.
"Dad!"
He looked at me with laughing eyes: "Oh come on, did you think your old man didn't have any needs?"
"I just thought married couples did that between themselves," I laughed.
"They do: after a few years, they just don't fancy each other anymore. Some marriages break up because of this, others somehow come to terms with it!"
"Oh man..." I really wasn't sure if I wanted to have this conversation with my dad here and now or anytime, anywhere.
"Tim, you're not a kid anymore. Your mom and I have an agreement: we both can have fun, but it's been a while for me! So yes, I like that show over there!"
With these words, Dad looked over at the two boys again, and I followed his gaze. They were still looking at us. One of them had stood up and pushed his sweatshirt up a little. His pants were open and his boner was sticking up in the air. The flickering light from the screen was bright enough to see this, but the details were indistinguishable. His friend sitting next to him smiled at us, took his friend's boner in his hand and started to wank it.
"And the fact that they are two guys is irrelevant?" I asked Dad without taking my eyes off the boys.
"Yes, it is irrelevant!". Dad didn't take his eyes off them either.
So that's what it was like... my dad was getting off on the fact that two guys were making out. I was no stranger to it, I mean, being turned on by guys, but the fact that my dad wasn't turned off by it was new to me.
I turned to Dad: "Well, well," I said meaninglessly and grinned at Dad.
Dad stopped and looked at me a little startled, "Do you think that's bad?"
"No, not at all. It's just new information to me!" I paused for a moment and winked at Dad: "And I'm no stranger to it either!"
Dad winked back and said, "Well, well!" and grinned. His gaze went back and forth between me and the boys two or three times before finally settling on the two boys. "Well, you can't see everything, but I think this one can take a lot!"
I turned back to the two guys: the one standing had taken control of his buddy. He was sitting with his hands over his head. The standing guy... well, no, actually: the fucker, because he was no longer just standing there showing us his hard cock. No, he was holding his buddy's hands and head and fucking him in the mouth. His hips moved back and forth, he took what he wanted with sweeping movements and violent thrusts. The fucker kept looking at us, grinning, opening his mouth, throwing his head back and closing his eyes for a second, only to look at us again the next moment. The two of them obviously liked being watched by us.
A few seconds later, I had digested the initial shock and relaxed. The almost completely empty theater, the dim movie lights, the beer, and the sex scene at the end of our row of seats, which was only partially visible in outline: the situation began to get exciting, my dick woke up in my pants. The drooling look in our direction from the boy getting a blowjob made my stomach tingle and my dick harden even faster. My jeans were a little too tight for that: I started sliding back and forth on my seat, trying to make room for my dick, which was getting bigger and harder.
"Are your pants too tight?" Dad whispered in my ear.
My cock twitched and immediately got bigger again. I laughed, "Fuck yes!"
"But you can do something about it!"
I looked at Dad and he grinned at me. Then I noticed that Dad had already unzipped his pants and his erect cock was sticking out and he was stroking it with his hand. In the flickering light of the movie, which only really reached the upper half of our bodies through the front seats, I couldn't see every detail, but it was more than obvious that Dad had a hard-on.
My cock twitched more violently, my erection growing faster and faster, tightening painfully in my pants. A small voice in my head was still protesting, but my lust won out: "Oh, fuck it!" I mumbled, undid the button and then the zipper and reached into my boxers to pull my cock out. I immediately felt the cool air on my hard-on, the freedom I had gained relieved me and I groaned slightly as the slight pain immediately subsided. My cock was obviously just as happy: it immediately pumped itself up as far as it would go. It was now sticking out of my pants in all its glory. To relax it a bit, I massaged it with one hand.
"Wow, what a whopper!" Dad stared at my erect cock and didn't stop stroking his own at the same time. He stroked his lips with his tongue. This movement sent my imagination on a journey: Did it turn my dad on to look at my hard cock? Had those lips ever surrounded a cock, had that tongue ever licked a cock... or played around a man's twitching hole? I closed my eyes briefly, worried that I was about to cum, and tried to shake off these thoughts.
When I opened my eyes again, I turned to the two guys. The guy who was still getting blown was looking at us with a grin. He raised his hand and thumb - he liked the fact that we had taken our boners out and were watching them. I returned the gesture and grinned back. I was gripped by lust - I liked the encouragement from this guy and I wanted to give him a little show as well. I pushed my hips up with my legs so that my cock rose above the seat backs and was illuminated by the light from the movie. At the same time, I pushed my boner into an upright position with my thumb to show it off in all its glory. The reaction of the guy at the end of the row was clear: his mouth formed a "wooow", he stopped his fucking hip movements, leaned over to his buddy and pointed in my direction. This guy then turned to me and showed the same reaction. To be honest, it really turned me on!
But I hadn't really considered that I was performing this spectacle right in my father's line of sight. He was sitting on the other side and I had my cock between him and the two boys. I turned to him and saw his wide open eyes staring at my hard cock. I immediately lowered my hips again and laughed, "Oh man, sorry, Dad!" The two boys at the end of the row also laughed at this reaction - only Dad didn't laugh.
"Hey... sorry... I'm really sorry, Dad!"
"All right, son!"
At first I didn't know what was going on with Dad. But that changed immediately when Dad imitated me: he pushed himself up with his legs, lifted his hips and stretched out his cock so that it was illuminated by the light from the movie.
"I can keep up with that!" Dad whispered, winking at me. He stayed in that position and jerked off.
I laughed a little insecurely and looked at the two boys who seemed to be having a great time: they had both sat down on the backs of their seats, looked over at us, and were jerking each other's cocks. When they started kissing, their movements became faster and more vigorous. It wasn't long before the first of them opened his mouth, lifted his head, and came in a high arc over the seats in the front row. "Shit, he's squirting!" grunted Dad, seemingly on the verge of bursting himself. His buddy quickly leaned over and took his friend's cock in his mouth, seemingly eager to swallow its juice. He kept his friend's cock, who's whole body was shaking, firmly in his mouth, continued to jerk off himself, and after a few seconds he began to cum himself. The two of them sat there for a moment: one upright, eyes closed, the other leaning forward with his friend's cock in his mouth. Breathing heavily, they enjoyed the orgasm.
Dad had sat down next to me again, he was jerking off and breathing heavily. "Fuck, this is awesome!" he grunted. "I haven't experienced anything so hot in a long time!" His violent arm movements next to me irritated me: was he about to cum too? But then he stopped and said: "He's coming over here!"
I turned around and one of the two (who had been blowing the whole time) came over with a grin. He had a piece of paper in his hand, handed it to me and said to both of us, "Why don't you get in touch with us?" After handing me the note, he grabbed my dick with one hand and my dad's dick with the other. "We think we could have a lot of fun together," the guy said, letting go of our dicks and walking back to his buddy. The two of them walked down the stairs to the exit, turned back to us, grinned, waved and left us to the otherwise empty theater and our horniness.
"What...was...that..." I turned to Dad. We were sitting in the dim light of the theater with our pants open and our dicks sticking out.
"I'm not sure either, but look at us!"
We both looked at each other, looked at our erect cocks, looked down at each other and started laughing. We both laughed at the top of our lungs - we weren't bothering anyone - until we were in tears. What an absurd situation we had found ourselves in... the two of us, father and son, alone in a deserted movie theater with our pants open and our cocks stiff.
We giggled and giggled, we laughed and made a few jokes, but none of us made any effort to tuck in our dicks and zip up our pants. When we calmed down, we looked at the screen, exchanged a few meaningless words about the movie for the sake of appearances, but we couldn't follow it for a long time. My cock pulsed and twitched, I found this situation so incredibly exciting: sitting here in the movie theater with my pants open... and my dad next to me, who also continued to show me his pecker.
"Aren't you going to wrap it up?" I asked Dad provocatively.
"Boy, I'm too horny. Seriously, I can't catch the snake now!"
I don't know if it was the beer or my own horniness, but I couldn't take it anymore: I grabbed Dad's hard cock with one hand and said, "I've had practice catching snakes, I can help you with this."
Dad's cock, which was not quite as hard anymore, immediately pulsed strongly in my hand and became harder again. I held my dad's boner in my hand for the first time and panicked. What was I doing? ????? I was holding my dad's hard-on in my hand!!! Did I really just do that? How would Dad react now?
I can't remember if it was seconds or minutes that I spent in shock, wondering how I was going to get out of this situation. I released my grip on Dad's cock, but then Dad grabbed my hand and brought it back to his dick: "Not so fast!"
He turned to me: "Show me your snake catching skills!"
As if in a trance, I began to massage my father's cock. I tightened and loosened the grip of my hand from time to time, letting it slide up and down. Dad closed his eyes, opened his mouth slightly and moaned. "Yay, that's it!" He began to move his hips slightly so that his hard cock slid through my hand. I let go of his cock and let my hand slide all the way down his pants to his balls. As I started to play with them, he spread his legs a little so I could get a better grip. He took his cock in his hand. He jerked off while I played with his balls in my hand. With his free hand, he guided my head towards him so he could moan into my ear: "Boy, you know exactly what you're doing down there! Don't stop!"
I could feel Dad's heavy breathing in my ear, his balls bouncing in my hand. When Dad started playing with my ear with his tongue, I moaned as a pleasurable shiver ran through my body from top to bottom. I grabbed my own hard-on with my free hand and started to whack off, Dad playing more and more vigorously with his tongue and lips on my ear. He moaned in my ear: "You horny pig!"
"You horny pig!"
"You horny pig!"
Dad talked himself into a trance, his words becoming more and more slurred.
"You.... Horny.... Sow" "Ohhh" "Mmmmhhh" Dad just grumbled, his breath catching in rhythm with the way he jerked his cock and his balls bounced in my hand.
Now I let my finger slide further, looking for the spot between the sack and the hole. Dad opened his eyes and looked right at me: "Wow, where are you?"
His wanking became harder, he liked it.
"Woww... boy! You are such a horny pig! Hmmm???"
Dad wanked harder, he was really horny. And he liked dirty talk.
"Hmmm??? Where's your finger, boy? Hmm????"
I played with my finger at this point, his balls kept bumping against my palm.
"Yeah... show daddy where your finger is, boy!"
I let my finger slide back and forth a little, touching his ball sack, then moved my finger back along the gooch towards his hole, but I stopped each time before I got to his hole. But then I went one step further and let my finger slide further back. When I touched his hole, it twitched, Dad twitched: he opened his mouth, looked me in the eyes, exhaled deeply.
"Ooohhh yeeeaaahhh.... Play in Daddy's hole, son!"
I slid my finger over his hole and played with it a little. Dad spread his legs, moved his hips and wanked his hard cock. It was just awesome: I saw my dad in the dim lights of the movie theater, with his pants open, jerking his dick. My hand disappeared into his pants and I fingered his butt. Then Dad stood up and dropped his pants all the way down. What a sight it was: My dad with a hard-on and his pants down, illuminated by the screen, standing next to me, looking down at me. Maybe it was a reflex, maybe Dad had signaled something to me, but not a second later I wrapped my lips around Dad's glans and started working it with my lips and tongue.
The movie wasn't exactly quiet, there was a lot of banging and something exploding all the time, but just as I closed my lips around Dad's glans, there was a quiet moment and Dad's moaning would have been heard all over the theater if anyone else had been there with us. It really turned me on to know that I was making my dad so horny. I looked up at him, his cock tight between my lips. He bit his lower lips and looked down at me greedily. I sucked a little harder on his glans and noticed a salty taste - Dad pursed his lips, opened his mouth, closed his eyes and quickly pulled his cock out of my mouth. He opened his eyes, grinned again, sat back down on the seat next to me and whispered in my ear: "First you give me your cum!"
I looked at Dad: No one had ever given me a blow job before. Never before had I had sex in a movie theater. And certainly no one here had ever had sex with their father. It was all so unbelievably hot. I wondered what it feels like to be sucked off by your own father. I wanted to know.
Without taking my eyes off of Dad, I let my pants and boxers slide to the floor, leaned back in my movie chair, and stuck my hard-on out for him to see. Dad didn't hesitate for a moment: he leaned over my lap and took my dick right into his mouth. At first he only sucked the top of the shaft, but not a second later he had my cock deep inside. I felt my glans bump against Dad's throat as he gagged slightly, I felt his breath on my balls as he blew out the air, only to have his lips suck tightly around my cock the next moment and push it deep into his throat.
I couldn't help it, I moaned loudly. Dad held my cock tightly in his mouth, pressing his throat even harder against my glans. Then he let go a little: he moved his head up, sliding his lips along the shaft of my cock until he reached the top of the glans. He began to play around the glans with his tongue, opening his mouth, sticking out his tongue and pressing my glans firmly against it. I had never felt anything like that before. "Fuck, Dad!" I moaned. "That's hot, Dad!"
"Just cum, my boy!" he said. "Just cum, all in my mouth!"
"Dad... I..." I stammered.
"You don't have to do it on me," he said breathlessly. "Just spit it out!"
With those words, he grabbed my cock again and pressed it relentlessly against his throat. He coughed and choked a little, but that only increased the pressure on my glans. I felt my orgasm approaching and took Dad's head in both hands. My hips began to move on their own and each thrust made Dad gasp a little, but he kept my cock deep in his throat. "He asked for it!" I thought to myself, letting go of any resistance: I thrust, and again, and again, I got faster and faster, holding Dad's head even tighter, thrusting again, I began to moan and felt the orgasm growing. My cock became almost painfully hard, I thrust again and again, Dad gasped again. And then the orgasm was unstoppable, I thrust my cock hard down Dad's throat again and felt it begin to pulsate: I squirted my cum down Dad's throat. Dad coughed for a moment, but then immediately engulfed my cock again. My whole body shook, my hips continued to thrust uncoordinated and my cock felt like it was sinking deeper into Dad's throat as he greedily held it in his mouth. My whole body kept jerking with each shot of cum as my dad continued to work my cock with his tongue, lips and throat. It was awesome, I didn't know exactly what he was doing down there, but it was insane.
As I slowly recovered from this orgasm, I noticed that Dad was holding my cock in his mouth while he jerked his own cock. His whole body moved quickly to the rhythm of his arm, he opened his mouth slightly and began to moan loudly. I mean really, really loud. I think everyone in the theater would have heard him despite the action-packed scene. He squirted so high that some of the first load of cum landed on my face. I'd never had cum on my face before, but I was curious: I gathered up the cum with my finger and licked it. It tasted somehow strong, salty. Unfamiliar. But that was the moment I decided that I wanted to suck Dad to the end.
After Dad caught his breath, he sat up straight, pulled up his pants, took a sip of beer and gargled with it.
I laughed, "Oral hygiene is a must, isn't it?"
Dad nearly choked on his laughter. "Boy, I don't know what that was, but I've never had to swallow so much jizz!"
He ruffled my hair. "It was delicious!"
"It was great!" I replied.
We finished the movie and went home. Now I'm sitting here writing everything down and I still can't really believe what happened tonight. And I'm already horny again... maybe I'll go over and see if Dad's sleeping...
