Date: Sun, 26 Jun 2016 15:31:37 -0600
From: Adam Jones <adam.jonesphx@gmail.com>
Subject: Weekend with Steve

This story contains graphic sexual content about a boy and his father.
While some of it is true, other parts are fiction.  I own this story, the
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With my parents separation and ultimate divorce, time with my father was
very rare.  We were separated by states, and over the last couple years we
had all moved on with our own lives. He and I were never best friends like
some fathers are with their sons. After the divorce he made it clear that
my mother and I were an old part of his life, the weekly phone calls turned
into monthly, the once a month visit was every 3 months at best.  That made
the fact that I was packing to spend an entire 3 day weekend with him even
more exciting.

My parents separated when I was 6, leaving my housewife mother to pickup,
moving us to another state to be closer to her side of the family. She
ended up working a full time job and two part jobs on the side just to
support us.  This left me even at just 6 spending a lot of time either
alone, or with my uncle that I hardly knew. Within a year of the
separation, my uncle had become my new father figure and mentor, opening my
very young mind to physical exploration.  That is whole different story,
but it pertains because I grew older many of my sexual thoughts were about
my father.

It had been roughly a year and a half since I had physically seen my dad.
The main reason he was picking me was because he let it slip in an email
that he would be in my hometown for the weekend visiting some of his
friends.  I told him it would be nice to see him and did everything I could
to guilt him into spending time together. He finally agreed and after some
back and forth with my mother, made arrangements to pick me up.  I sat on
bed with my laptop re-reading his email.  "I will be there at 5pm, so make
sure you are ready to go because I don't want to have to wait around on
you."  As I glanced up at the clock it was almost 7:30, I thought to myself
about the past and how this was just another time he wasn't going to show
up.  I had called him about 15 times at that point with no answer, and had
all but given up hope.  By 9pm I had changed to get comfortable and put on
some lounging clothes, I started to doze off and was awoken by a text from
him.  "I am on my way, be there in 15 min."

I excitedly grabbed my bag and ran to the door to wait on him.  When he
pulled up I didn't recognize his car, and it was obvious that in the year
and half since he had last seen me that he didn't really recognize me
either.

He rolled down the passenger window, "Adam?" he called out with some
hesitation in his voice.

I ran up to car door catching a sniff of his cologne which flooded my mind
with memories of better days he and I had shared when I was younger.

The car ride to the hotel was quiet and awkward.  We didn't say to much,
other than him trying to pass some lame excuse about being so late.

When we got to the hotel he had already checked in. The room was big with
two queen sized beds, a small sitting area with a couch in one corner and a
desk in the other. I felt strange because his things were spread out all
over the place. I realized that he had to have been there for awhile. The
room smelled fresh, sort of like right after you get out of the shower.

I turned and was able to take the first real look at my dad in over a year.
He was basically the exact same as I remember him, a little older in the
face, but still had the same nice dad body I had spent so much time
picturing in my head. He played baseball in college and had always remained
very fit.  He was 5'10", somewhat muscular mostly in his chest and arms.
He was wearing shorts and had on a t-shirt that snuggly hugged his chest.

As I checked him out I became somewhat self conscience about myself.  In my
excitement to leave the house I forgot that I was already in my lounging
clothes.  I had on a pair of loose grey worn basketball shorts, with no
underwear, and a baby blue, "Spring Valley, Go Freshman!" t-shirt with a
small hole about the size of golfball on my left stomach area. I realized I
needed to stop thinking of him that way because I was already starting to
get an erection.

We started to make small talk.  He asked how baseball was going, how my
grades were, what classes I was taking, and the typical am I dating anyone.
Then he sort of surprised of me.

"You are really starting to fill out, I hardly recognized you."

Timidly I said thanks.

He stood up and walked towards me and had me stand up.  He looked me all
over and walked back to sit on his bed.

"Wow, 13 looks good on you." he said.

"Come on dad, I am 14 remember!"  I had just turned 14 the previous month.
I wasn't a tall kid at only 5'6" and weighed in about 125.  I was athletic
and spent a lot of time out in the sun.  I had a pretty good tan with brown
hair with sun bleached highlights.

The evening was uneventful with continuing small talk as we flipped through
the channels on the tv.  We turned in not to long after.

The following morning I was excited to hear him say that he had nothing
planned other than to hang with me all day.

Then he followed that right up with, "We are going to meet up with some of
my friends around 4 this afternoon."

His idea of all day, and my idea of all day were a little different.  After
changing clothes, we started out the day in the hotel lobby for their free
breakfast.  Bacon, eggs, and one of those flippy waffle maker deals, all
the hotels seem to have. I loaded up my entire plate and sat down at a
table.  It was a noisy area filled with a mix of business men and families
with kids of all ages running around.

After breakfast we spend a couple of hours in the pool before walking over
to a park across the street. We played basketball with two other high
school kids, and got into a pretty intense game. The day was great and felt
much like the days when we just used to hang out and have fun with each
other.  I was enjoying way it to much.

"Hey, we have to go!" He shouted at me.  "We are running late, have to meet
my friends at 4 o'clock remember?"

We rushed to back to the room and I realized it was already after 3pm. He
kept saying we need to hurry. we need to hurry.  Due to the days
activities, we were both sweaty and badly in need of washing up. I grabbed
a change of clothes and went to hit the shower.  I was already completely
undressed and about to step in the shower and the bathroom door flew open.

My dad stepped into the bathroom in only his underwear, "Hey, since we are
already running late can we just save some time and shower together?"

Embarrassed, I jumped back and coved myself up with my hands the best I
could.  Before I could get out an answer he was already in the bathroom,
had slipped off his underwear, and was stepping by me to get into the
shower.

My heart started to pound the inside my chest, and my head was in a
complete fog. When I snapped back into reality I realized I had already
stepped into the shower and was standing face to face with my dad in front
of me.  He was completely oblivious to my attraction towards him and had
already started washing his hair.  I just stood there in awe of his body
and stared at his dick and balls. He turned away from me to rinse his hair,
in that instant I realized I was fully erect and had no way to hide it.  I
felt the urge to run out of the bathroom.  He turned around and looked
right at my erection, but seemed unfazed.

As he handed me the shampoo bottle, "You need to hurry."

We switched sides, so I could get under the water. The rubbing of our
bodies on each other as we passed sent electricity throughout my body. I
washed my hair facing him, while he used the soap to lather up his body.
First his arms and chest, then his legs, then he his balls and dick.  For
the first time since stepping into the shower together I looked up from his
dick and our eyes met.  I was shaking, feeling like he was going to flip
out and start yelling at me. Instead he gave me a gentle smile.

I looked back down and his dick and noticed that even though he was not
erect, he had started to slightly puff up.  I don't know if it was because
of him washing himself or because he was also feeling some attraction to
me.  Without any thought at all I reached out and took his dick into my
hand.  I fully expected him to jump away from me, but was in shock that he
just stood there.  As I started to rub his soapy dick, I could feel it
growing larger in my hand until he was completely erect. I gently stroked
his full 7 inches with my eyes fixated on it.  It was shaped a lot like my
own, yet about 3 inches larger and a little arch upwards, to where mine has
a bend to the left.

I tugged on his shaft and watched a bead of of precum leak out of the slit,
about the size of pea.  I moved closer to him and bent down and licked it
off.  He still had not said a word to me nor moved away.  After I swallowed
I opened my mouth and inhaled his dick.  First his dickhead, then about
half his shaft, then all the way to the base. I could not believe that I
was sucking on my own dads dick.  It was something I had pleasured myself
thinking about over and over many times, but never thought it would ever
actually happen.

His breathing got heavier, and he started to slowly thrust his hips.  I
knew exactly what was about to happen and prepared to accept it.  His
thrusting picked up pace and with a loud moan his body shook as he started
to spray my mouth and throat with his cum.  He grabbed on to the sides of
my head with both of his hands and pumped for about 20 more seconds until
he released his entire load.

I stood up and we switched spots in the shower again.  He rinsed himself
while I stood there with my dick in my hand waiting for him to touch me.
The silence and moment was completely broken by his next words.  "You need
to hurry, we should already be on the way there."  He stepped out of the
shower, dried himself off and walked out of the bathroom.

I didn't know how to feel.  I went from being so super excited that I was
literally shaking, to finding myself standing in the water holding onto my
limp dick.

When I walked into the living area of the room he had already dressed and
was putting on his shoes.  I moved over to the couch and dressed myself
afraid to look at him, so I kept my eyes on the floor and never said a
word.

We arrived at the restaurant and met up with his friends.  He apologized
for being late and placed the blame on me.  In many ways it was my fault,
but not the way he told the story.  He went about having a great time with
his friends.  I sat quietly in the corner and picked at my food, I felt
like he was giving me the cold shoulder the rest of the time we were there.

After nearly 5 hours he and I were back at the hotel room.  I changed back
into my lounging clothes and was laying on my bed flipping through the tv
channels. He got up and stripped down to his underwear and laid in his
bed. Eventually he I could hear him snoring so I turned off the tv and
turned over to go to sleep with a lump in my throat.

I had a hard time falling asleep with all the different emotions and
thoughts going through my head. It took awhile but I eventually dozed
off. I woke up a couple hours later after hearing the toilet flush. I could
hear my dad walking around in the room, then I felt my bed move.  My heart
started to thump inside my chest again.  Slowly he started to pull down the
blankets that were covering me.  Once they were about half way down he
gently laid in the bed next to me, almost like he was trying not to wake me
up.  The warmth of his body as he cuddled up to me was amazing. He started
to rub my chest and stomach, first over my clothes, then he lifted my shirt
and touched my skin.  I was instantly aroused feeling him touch me. His
hand moved lower and lower on my stomach, then into my waistband.  Again I
was shaking as he touched me.  When his hand touched my dick for the first
time it made it jump. I felt so small with his big hands roaming around all
over my dick and balls.  I turned towards him to lay on my back and started
let my own hand roam over his body.  His stomach at first and then down to
his crotch.  He was not wearing anything this time and was already leaking
precum. We laid there in peace for another 15 min just stroking each other.
I was so hot from everything that had occurred previously so it wasn't long
before I started to squirt out all over my stomach and chest.  He took his
hand off of my dick and used it to smear my cum all over my torso and even
on my neck.  He turned towards me and laid on top of me with his dick on
top of mine.  I could feel it pulsing as he started to hump my dick, his
leaking precum providing lubrication.  Since he was so much taller than me,
my cheek was on his chest listening to his heartbeat.  As he thrusted into
me he reached down positioned his dick under my balls in between my legs.
This gave him enough leverage to start humping.  I moved and opened my legs
and could immediately feel the tip of his dick rubbing against my butt
hole.  The feeling was extremely intense.  I lifted my knees and let him
position himself over me.  He sat up and moved his arms under my legs and
lifted my up. He leaked so much that my hole was already lubed with his
precum so he gently started to push his dick inside of me.  He slowly
pushed until he was about half way inside of me then pulled back a little,
then slowly pushed until all 7 inches of his dick was buried inside my
hole. He rested there for a few seconds before he got into a quick rhythm,
but it didn't take him very long before he was dumping his entire load deep
inside of me.

After he shot, he collapsed on top of me and we laid there until we both
fell asleep.