Daddy Needs To Pee, Now!

(small note: story involves sex acts between male members of a family. Read at your own discretion, thanks and enjoy.)

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"Come on, son!" Ronald cried. "Hurry it the fuck up!"

Owen really wanted to reach his arm out and smack his Dad hard upside his damn head. The man very much deserved to be in this uncalled for crisis, every little bit of it too. He had taken especial care to walk over to his father's table to repeatedly remind him on quite a few occasions, around the close of his cousin's wedding reception that he ought to go visit the men's room.

But Ronald just dismissed him with a frustrated hard wave of his fucking hand right at his face, as if he was some annoying gnat. There was also an crazy instance where Mom tapped him on the shoulder to advise him to do likewise, that he made such a hard-ass jerk of his shoulder at her with a noticeable grunt that several people turned to make a horrified gasp. He was being too swept up by the whole boisterousness of the night's celebration to give a flying fuck about anything really.

All his near misses and accidents both at home and at his job all just completely took a backseat to his mingling with these two unfamiliar couples to either side of him. He was practically shooting the breeze with them all through the whole event. What they were actually chatting about was anyone's guess.

Even when the two couples excused themselves to go to the restrooms, Dad himself would just sit there with arms crossed and with a smug smile on his damn face. He acted as if he was some almighty, fancy-pants deity with an unbothered iron bladder.

To make matters worse, he had drank glass upon glass of the fancy Baileys Cream liqueur of which three bottles were provided everybody by the generous married couple upon the tables.

Owen can understand that the man indeed worked hard at his job, and this was an opportunity for him to just let loose and unwind himself. Especially, since it has been ages where they as a whole family were last invited to something this somewhat grand. But his Dad's behavior tonight was just unbecoming. It was a side of him that both he and Mom had never witnessed before. It was both shocking and simply unacceptable.

Owen now was mad with rage at his overbearing Dad, as he hurriedly swiped his finger this way and that about on his phone's screen to search for the nearest rest stop or gas station so the man can pee happily away.

But as bad luck would have it, his battery died on him in mere moments. The screen dimmed away and the phone powered itself off. As with previous such instances, him holding down the power button and volume-down button simultaneously for about 10 seconds did the trick. But this time it failed to reboot.

Out of the corner of his eye, he catches his Dad suddenly take his hand off the steering wheel to reach for his crotch. His father was nudging his wiener about this way and that through his pants.

Owen can't help but laugh out loud a bit. "And, umm.... like WHAT GOOD does THAT do you to toss THAT thing around now?"

"Shut Up-----It helps, alright?!" Ronald hammered. "You wouldn't know unless you got a.... umm, big LOG like me, Boy!"

Owen cracked up like immediately. He loved it! The silly and fun Dad he knew was back! WOO-HOO! The other uptight and uncool Dad from earlier tonight stayed and died at the party.

Suddenly, the car took a scary swerve to the left. It then took a even scarier swerve to the right as Dad shot his arm back up to grab the wheel. Multiple urgent blares of horns came from horrified cars to either side of them.

Both of them could only blankly look into each other's eyes, while trying to let the nearly fatal episode sink into their frightened heads.

Ronald finally regains control of their car and both let out a collective sigh of relief.

Owen turned back to look over his shoulders at his unperturbed mother, who is sleeping serenely away curled in the backseat with her back to them in her light turquoise two-piece office casual outfit.

It was a good thing too! Otherwise Mom would definitely be scared out of her damn wits, that's for sure!

It was then Owen felt a hurried, frantic couple of jabs from Dad's elbow to his arm.

"Hey, Boy----now you listen good, you hear me?!" Ronald whispered urgently.

"Yeah, Dad." Owen replied, turning around to see his father motioning his head downwards towards his own door.

"I need you to reach across very, very slowly underneath my arms and take out that soda cup!"

Owen looked at his Dad with a puzzled look.

Ronald rolled his eyes at him in a bit of annoyance. "Come on, buddy.... will you just go get it ALREADY?!"

Having retrieved the cup from the door pocket, Owen held it and sat there with his body shaking. He had finally come to realize what just his father had in mind.

He threw the cup onto the floor. The thought of the skanky deed ahead itself was simply too shameful and lewd to bear.

He shook his head vigorously, refusing to partake in such an execrable and repugnant act.

"No freaking way!" he finally shouted. "I..... I tried my very best all evening trying to get you out of that fucking chair to go take a whiz."

"But you just wouldn't listen, Mister!" he continued almost in tears. "And.... and now you want me to.... to, ehh, like hold your pee-pee while you do your little tinkle?"

Owen now broke down in tears. Sitting with his back to his father, he sobbed into his raised knees. "GODDAMMIT, DADDY----I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

Ronald accepted all of his son's angry rebuke in complete silence. He was too clearly in the wrong to say shit!

Owen suddenly felt a noticeable deceleration of the car. He made a couple wipes of his eyes with the back of his hand. He looked back in horror to see his father making repeated back-and-forth glances up at the rear-view mirror and then to the right side. The poor man was desperately looking for an opportunity to get their car out of the center lane and move it towards the shoulder of the road so that he can do his business!

"QUIT IT OUT, YOU DUMB FUCK!" he hollered. "YOU'LL GET US ALL KILLED?!".

Ronald kept bowing his head apologetically, as he quietly restored speed back and focused his eyes again on the road ahead.

Owen forced himself to bend down and reach into the foot-well and try to pick up the cup that was rolling about on the floor between his feet.

"Please hurry up, kiddo..... come on, I need to go NOW!"

He at once snatches up the cup, then scoots himself over across the bench seat to get next to his overwrought and panicky father. He then supports his head upon his father's shoulder, so he can look down through the gap between his driving arms to better see things as he aided him.

If things were not already bad enough, he finds the zipper had gotten caught on a part of his tucked shirt near the top. He tried pulling on the zipper-ring but nothing would give.

"Oh nooo, what the fuck now?!" Ronald yelped.

Owen patted his dad on the thigh and ordered, "Come on, Dad-- we got no choice! Slowly raise your butt off the seat so I can drag all this down."

The car lurched and wobbled as Owen ducked under his father's arms and struggled to free his pants. With both hands hooked firmly underneath the waistband, and with some wriggling effort from his now very overwhelmed father, he finally gets to drag both his dad's briefs and pants down to no more than the start of his leg calf.

He reaches back for the cup he had momentarily placed beside his father's side.

Holding his father's pudgy lovemaking tool in his right hand, he positions it into the empty cup held by his left at an angle.

Ronald's pent-up urine geysers out in a matter of seconds.

"Aaaaah.... yessss!" he rejoiced. "Now that's what I'm talking about!"

It hits the deep cup's bottom real hard in an endless stream. A backward spatter soon began dotting his face, lips and nose as he had his head rested on his father's abdomen only a few inches away from his gushing penis.

"Goddammit, man.... it's getting all over me!" he shrieked.

Ronald gave a couple pats on his son's head, "I'm sorry, boy! Hold on a second longer, please?? I'm almost done."

"Apologies are futile, dude!" Owen shouted. "You need to REALLY make it up to me BIG TIME!"

He felt the rumbling of passing urine along his father's length weakening bit by little bit.

"Hmm.... sounds to me like you already have something in mind?" he replied.

"Well, tell me and let's see what I can do for ya!" he offered.

Owen went straight for it.

"Remember Donna's little car-repair bill?"

Ronald roared. "Of course I do, you shithead!"

He continued, "How would I not remember that, huh?! You go lend that worthless girl of yours my freaking Ford Mustang behind my back to.... to, ehh go impress her girlfriends, and..... and now it's gotten all banged up and shit!"

"I remember too the EXACT amount of the auto shop bill! It came out to two thousand, three hundred, forty-seven fucking Dollars and sixteen motherfucking cents!"

It was at this point that Owen felt his father had finished, and had gone limp in his hand.

"Hey... give it a few shakes, will you?" he asked. "Just a couple of drops staying behind will stain and stink up the draws real quick!"

He took his three fingers and slid them down his Dad's length, coming to stop just behind the ridge of his stocky knob.

He gave his father's dick a few shakes, then drew his knob forward a few times to get the last remnants out.

"Jesus Christ... what the hell was that?" he howled. "I said to shake it-- NOT RUB IT, STUPID!"

Owen apologized quickly to his father and lets go of his thing. He sticks the two-thirds full cup of piss back into the door pocket without tilting it too much. He then carefully raises himself off of Dad's body, and pulls back out from under the steering wheel without hitting it.

The car meanwhile slows as it approached the toll plaza. It takes the electronic toll lane as his father has the pre-paid toll sticker on his windshield.

Owen opens the glove-box and grabs a tissue out of the packet to wipe down his face of his father's piss spatter. He spots Mom's small bottle of Vaseline that she uses for her sometimes dry skin on her hands.

He ogles at his father's swinging cock with a sick grin, as he digs out a healthy amount of the gel and rubs him palms up real good.

The scan was made and the toll gate bar lifts up. His father drives a short distance down and parks on the left of the road. He also turns on the hazard lights because he'll need a bit of time to tidy up things.

"Hey, Dad.... with the trouble you put me through today, can you like reduce Donna's bill?"

Ronald opens the car door, and ditches the cup with its content in the nearby grass. He thinks for a bit as he leans back in and shuts his door.

"Hmm.... now you did do me a big favor today, huh!" he said. "I promise I won't soon forget it!"

"Okay then! How about two-hundred dollars? It's the absolute lowest I can do!"

Owen got excited as fuck. "WOO-HOO!" he cried over and over, throwing his arms up in the air.

"Donna will be surprised the fuck out of her mind!"

Ronald lifts the metal handle under his chair, and pushes his feet to roll his seat back to make for more room so he could more easily pull his pants back up. He released the handle when he was happy with the distance.

"Boy, I think you got it like ALL wrong!" Ronald said. "I meant that I was willing to waive two-hundred..... not have her pay me back ONLY two-hundred."

"You entitled kids today think you can just get away with stuff, just because you're young and shit. LIFE IS HARD, MAN-- YOU JUST GO DEAL WITH IT!"

"Most of life I have always had it rough, you know! No one's ever gave me a goddamn helping hand!"

Owen had celebrated much too early. Boy was he disappointed! He should've guessed his old man wouldn't be that generous. His father has now left him no choice. He just got fucked big time, now he'll just have to fuck him right back... literally!

Ronald was about to get to his pants when his son's hand came to rest upon his leg, smoothing it in and out of his inner thigh.

Owen pouted his lips and gave a playful piteous shake of his head, "Aww... you poor, poor man! Dammit, like really?? That's so fucking sad to hear!"

Ronald winced when his son picked up his cock into his soft hand again. He simply looked blankly on in a state of stupefied horror.

Owen continued, looking straight into his father's eyes. "Man, my heart has just broken apart in two!"

"And look, even your penis looks dispirited and despondent!"

"Sorry, Dad.... don't mean to be dramatic or to scare you, but that troubled cock tells me you're on your way to a very.... and i mean, a very ugly aneurysm. You don't want to leave me and Mom here all alone, now do you?!"

His father shook his head.

"Great! Now you just relax and leave everything to me!" Owen said, cupping and caressing his hairy balls.

"I know just the thing that will FULLY EXPEL all the years of pent up stress, frustration and negativity from your system in a jiffy!"

Ronald's eyes ballooned when his boy began making a series of slow, teasing rubs across his piss lips with a circling thumb which conjured a strained, sultry whimper from him.

"Ehgggk!"

A precious, little exultant moan next left Ronald's lips as his enraptured eyes kept themselves upon his boy's naughty finger.

Through clenched teeth he managed to whisper, "Oh sweetie.... you.... you don't NEED to do this!"

Owen winked and blew a kiss at his father. "Well.... ok then, maybe I ought to stop now, HUH??"

Ronald quietly leans back into his chair with a most randy grin, and squeezed amorously his son's neck as he looks down with dreamy eyes.

"Haha..... yeah maybe you should, darling!" he winked back. "Don't you think we look like, um..... kind of Gay and shit right now?!"

Duplicating his girlfriend's technique, Owen now does a three-fingered play about his father's rotund cockhead.

Ronald was treated to brisk, salacious clockwise twirls that delivered cheery, tender, heart-stopping skims upon his glans.

He grunted and groaned, as his butt danced about in his seat. His legs keeps jutting in and out under him. His head flipped from side to side.

Owen puts a choke-hold grip onto the ridge of his father's now searing and puffed-up cockhead. Slow, deep determined hard jiggles would follow suit to go in for the kill.

But before proceeding, he squeezes literally into an easy peasy opening at this critical juncture to seal a ginormous, beauty of a deal for his beloved Donna from his debilitated Dad.

"Hey Dad...... would it be alright if you, umm...... like waived Donna's debt?"

Ronald pulls his son in by the shoulder and coos softly into his ear, "You're ONE mean, calculating, and underhanded little cunt, aren't you boy?"

Owen responded affirmatively by leaning into his dad and nibbling him about his lips. Quick smooches upon the lips soon broke out upon the lustful duo, which then escalated to a lingered ebullient tongue play.

"I love you, daddy!"

"I love you too, sweetheart!" Ronald seethed, as his dear son forms a freaking tight ring about his mushroom head with just the thumb and forefinger, and begins the swift, merciless tossing of his hand.

He squirms about in his seat, and then buck his hips up and down as his son gave him the best fuck he's ever had!

"You like that, don't you Baby?!" Owen cooed.

Ronald gave a final forward shove of his hip. Hot, glistening streams of his life-forming matter jet out from the lips atop his sore penis.

"OH, OH, OH......... OHHHH, YOU GOT IT ALL HONEYYY!" he winced and whimpered in the most hilarious, sharp and jittery groans.

His zestful unloading bombarded his briefs, trousers, foot well and pedals with all sorts of sweet thuds.

"Come on, Dad-----DON'T LET IT STOP!" Owen cried, sweetly torturing his father with the solid, two-fingered pumping.

Ronald's discharge came to a close as he drew his hand down across his sweaty face, trying to catch his breath.

"You..... you're a REAL dream come true, you know?!" he mumbles, running his hand up under his boy's green polo shirt and rubbing his nipples.

Owen leans down to massage his father's balls, while he laps up the last bead of man juice from the tip of the softening cock onto his tongue and darts it in and out.

"Well.... do I look pretty like this, pops?" he asked, looking back at his dad over his shoulder.

Ronald sniggers, shaking his silly head. "You look like a damn sissy, pal--maybe i ought to disown you and kick your nasty, little butt to the curb!"

At this point they heard Mom stirring from her little sleep.

Owen quickly withdrew his tongue and swallows his dad's salty goodness; while Ronald reaches down and drags up his messy, defiled briefs and pants.