Saturday
9:58 PM
I looked over from the steering wheel to see Doug snoring from the passenger seat, his hair whipping around in the late night summer air as we rode down US-119. A small bump in the desolate pavement stirred him enough where his eyes slowly began to peel open.
“Good morning, handsome.” I smirked.
“It doesn’t look like morning. But I must be in a nightmare if I decided to let you drive.”
“Ha ha. Very funny. I believe it was you who started swerving into the margin a few hours ago.”
“Who told your dad to move so damn far from us?” He chuckled to himself. “Maybe we should fly next time.”
“No, I’m having too much fun.”
“Me too, kiddo.”
80s hits filled the cooling air in between our conversations, the only radio station for miles. And even this one was barely hanging on by a thread.
“So what’s the plan, Keith? You gonna drive us all night?”
“Well we only have the long weekend. And I want to spend a good amount of time with Dad.”
“Well we told Robert by lunch on Sunday. You aiming for breakfast?”
“I do love sausage.”
Even exhausted, this couldn’t help but burst Doug into a quiet fit of laughter.
“I figure if we get there by 7 or so, we can spend the day with him. Go to bed early. Have all of Monday. Maybe leave around dinner time on Tuesday.”
“You said you don’t have class all next week right? They’re going easy on you kids now.”
“Correction mister - I DO have class on Wednesday. But it’s alright if I miss one. Worth the trip out to see Dad.”
“Of course. I’m excited to see Robert too. But you really going to be okay driving all night? Maybe if I sleep an hour or two, you can wake me up and I’ll take over from there.”
“I’ll think about it” I smiled.
Sunday
3:32 AM
God, I was fucking tired. Maybe we should have got another hotel. Doug had been asleep for at least 4 hours and honestly the road, sky, and trees were beginning to blur together. I pulled over at the next rest stop I came across. Turning off the truck, I locked the doors and shifted myself over to Doug, laying down against his side. I kissed him softly on the cheek before curling into a ball. I was asleep almost instantly.
7:39 AM
“Looks like you need to wake up sleeping beauty!”
Doug’s voice echoed softly in my head, reorienting my waking brain and dragging me out of the amazing sex dream I was having. Doug was about to shove his dick into my ass. We were laying on a blanket in the truck bed, staring up at the stars. Fuck, Doug. I didn’t know how I was suddenly supposed to go back to my normal routine after all this.
“Hi Doug.” I smiled gently, leaning over to kiss him. He turned to me and planted a gentle kiss on my lips, now driving again once more. He must have moved me over at some point.
“Now listen Keith, I think we are nearing Dad territory. So that means no kissing, no touching, no nothing. We don’t want Robert thinking anything okay?”
I just laughed to myself.
“Yeah, yeah. Sucking and fucking are for the ride home. Got it.”
“Keith-“
“I hear you! I’m just having a sense of humor.”
Doug just shook his head.
We pulled up on Dad’s cabin, which was as beautifully picturesque as I remembered.
Dad was already waiting on the front porch as we pulled in, Doug parking off to the side by a huge pine tree that I always admired. His stature was unchanged from the last time I saw him. A shorter man with a very wide frame, he used to be a wrestler in college. He got a little chubbier in his later years but still kept toned and active. One of those guys that looks a little big but if you tried to punch his stomach you would lose a finger. He was still bald, which was not my favorite look on him. He used to have such nice hair. But he liked it better that way he said. I did notice he was sporting a beard now, which I did think suited him well.
I hopped out of the truck first and ran to him, our arms extended in an immediate embrace.
“Keith, my beautiful son. God, I missed you.”
“Hi Dad, it’s so good to see you.” We hugged for a moment. He squeezed me firmly before stepping back and getting a good luck at me.
“When the hell did you get so buff? Trying to beat me and Uncle Doug?”
Doug came strolling around the back of the truck with our bags. “Oh don’t worry Robert, I think he has us beat already.” Doug and Dad leaned in for a hug, patting each other on the backs.
“Thank you so much Doug for driving Keith. Flights have been outrageous.”
“Oh he hasn’t been too much trouble.”
“Some would say I’ve been a real source of pleasure.” Doug shot me a look that indicated to knock it off. We entered into the peaceful interior of the cabin, which was an A-frame with floor to ceilings windows so the ceiling was high and it brought in a lot of natural light.
“So, tell me about the trip gentleman. Anything exciting?”
Doug sat quiet on the couch, shuffling a pillow from one hand to the next.
“I made Doug bring me to Pike Falls.” I declared.
“Pike Falls! That’s quite a detour. You were a lucky boy then.”
“You have no idea.” I smirked. Doug, coughing to clear the suggestive tone from my statement, continued the thought. “Yeah, the little shit got ribs after too.”
“Ha - well I’, glad you made the most of the drive down. I want to do so much with you guys but I know you are probably a bit tired too. Maybe want to wash up and take a nap or something?”
Doug stood up, stretching his arms. “Bad idea, Robert. If we go to sleep now, we’ll be out till the next day. But a shower could do me good.”
“Just one thing- I currently have a renovation going on in the bathroom so the only shower is the outdoor stall in the back. Not exactly glamorous but it’s a place to scrub your balls.”
“Well I don’t care what you two do, but I need to sleep for at least a few more hours.” I declared.
“Is that why you seem so damn cranky?” Dad said, teasing me with a shove of my shoulder.
“No, kids are just always like that these days.” Doug chimed in.
“Ha. Ha. I’ll see you on the other side gentleman.”
Dad smiled. “Sounds good Keith. The loft is waiting for you upstairs. I know you always loved being up there when you were younger. Figured I’d toss your uncle on the sofa.”
As I unpacked my bag and started to place some things in the dresser adjacent to my bed, I couldn’t help but stare out at the window and catch a gorgeous sight of the pine trees that engulfed the house. The lake could be seen off into the distance if you stared hard enough through the slivers of sunlight between the branches. As I peered further past from the floor to ceiling windows of the loft, I caught glimpse of some movement in the corner of my eye. Down on the lower deck, you could see where Dad had built the modified shower. I guess they hadn’t imagined a peeping tom balancing on the the edge of the loft trying to take a photo of the trees. I’m sure privacy wasn’t a big deal for anyone who lived out here anyway, as the closest neighbors were several miles in either direction.
I turned back to the views and snapped a few more pictures before glancing at the shower stall once more. Dad was in view now. He was with Doug, showing him the shower stall probably. My mine started to race at the idea of watching Doug shower from here, my own naughty little secret. I watched intently as Dad stepped into the stall and seemed to show Doug all the knobs. I waited patiently for Dad to leave but he seemed to linger, smiling at Doug whenever he could get the chance between his words and playfully rubbing his shoulder from time to time.
I waited patiently, cursing Dad out under my breath every time he made his way to the stall exit and then walked back to where he was standing. Why wasn't he just letting Uncle Doug take a damn shower?
That’s when Dad started to remove his clothes. I felt the instinct to turn away but something in me wanted to keep watching. I hadn't even seen Dad without a shirt in many years, since we swam a lot when we were younger. He was a private person in that way. And now suddenly, I was curious about the body he hid under those clothes. Was he taking a shower first, maybe?
That's when Doug came into view again as well, now helping Dad to strip down to his underwear with careful movements as he tossed his shirt and then his pants just outside of the stall. What the hell were they doing?
Doug had also began removing his clothes. That's when I knew this was something far different than I could have guessed. They began kissing as they played with each other’s bodies. As wrong as it seemed, I could feel my dick swelling in my shorts. They were there, two men that you could say I had a sexual thought about at one point or another, now nearly naked and standing together. My own porn fantasy playing out in front of me and I could not turn away. Doug turned the water on without removing his mouth from Dad’s, lips locked as they made slow, passionate sucking motions. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Seeing my father touching another man with his bare chest out, I was beyond shocked. I would have never guessed he would do something with a guy. He was cool with me being gay and all but he never even hinted that he could even look at another man that way.
They continued kissing as Doug began to peel Dad’s underwear down, lowering himself to remove them completely at his ankles. Several emotions were hitting me all at once. I was first and foremost a bit hurt that Doug would do this to me, maybe more pissed than hurt. Was he just willing to fuck any man he could get his hands on? The second observation was much more unexpected. My dad was fucking turning me on. His solid chest faced the window for a moment as I took in the full vision of his body. His thighs were massive and his chest was plump and solid. He was shaved smooth all over his body, leaving his muscles glistening form the summer humidity and shower water; his nipples pink and round as they bounded back and forth as he shifted the weight of his chest around. Possibly the most significant thing about him was his cock, which was without a doubt the most massive thing I’d ever seen. Even flaccid, it seemed to hang down to his knees. I began touching myself as I watched Doug push Dad against the stall wall, their kissing intensifying with the passing minutes. Doug, now soaked and dripping water from his hair, lowered himself out of view, the shower wall from my angle covering just above Dad’s pubes. But I had a good idea of what he was doing now. Dad leaned back swiftly against the wall as his face filled with pleasure. You could see his hand pushing up and down against the back of Doug’s head. He was in heaven. And in that moment, so was I.
My shorts were now on the ground and I had slathered a big wad of my salvia on my throbbing head as I stared at my naked father receiving a blowjob from a man I had fucked one day prior. My balls were heavy and I began thrusting more aggressively, using my other hand to play with the hard nipples under my shirt.
Within seconds, my cum began shooting out of me, my eyes fixated on Dad’s chest as his nipples glistened in the water. I wondered what it would be like to suck on them. I had never been this horny. I continued stroking past ejaculation, allowing the cum to smear over my shaft and lube up my still rock hard cock once more.
“Fuck dad,” I grunted out to myself as I stroked myself faster.
“Let Uncle Doug suck that cum right out of you. Christ.”
My breaths became labored as I began ejaculating once more, a surprising amount of cum spewing onto the window from my second round.
As I stood there, dick hanging heavy with globs of cum still dripping from my head, I watched as Dad’s breathing grew heavy and his silent moans from beyond the window could be seen. He angled his body slightly to the side and I could now see Doug’s tongue sliding up and down his humongous shaft as his load began streaming out of him. Doug did not waste a drop and swallowed every last drip of Dad’s load. Doug then stood, planting a firm kiss on Dad's mouth. They then began using the bar of soap Dad had left on the shower wall and cleaned each other off with delicate, soft touches as they spread the bubbles over their bodies. Doug took extra time to massage Dad’s chest, which almost got me hard once more.
I grabbed a dirty t-shirt and began cleaning my mess of the window as I watched them kiss again under the shower’s stream. I didn’t know what to feel. Or even what to think. But I did have an idea of what I wanted to do next.
