My Girlfriend's Dad and Me Tanning

Laying in the sun in my girlfriends backyard, feeling the heat on my back, I muse to myself. How awesome would this be if I could just turn my head to the side, observe my beautiful girlfriend Katie as she tans next to me, in a bikini she mention in school she'd wanted me to see. Unfortunately for me, her very big and scary looking dad Is tanning right next to her, with both eyes open.

Well, scary is unfair to call him. He's quite the teddy bear I realized, as I got to know him. He's affectionate with both me and Katie, despite my existence being an affront to his very being as a girl dad. I wouldn't be so afraid of him if it weren't for the fact that he's built like a brick house. He's almost 50, his short cropped hair graying at the temples, but still he's never left the gym since his early 20's. His legs are like tree trunks and his arms are as wide as my face. Being only as tall as my girlfriend his 6'2 height also adds to the intimidation.

It's quite easy to tell Katie ha's not only been raised well, but his influence as a father figure has made standard quite high, it's a miracle she started dating me. If it weren't for his kind personality I would have nearly pissed myself the first time meeting him. Having known him for almost 3 months now I can at least say he won't kill me anytime soon. I hope.

I'm suddenly broken out of my daydreaming when Katie calls to from the other chair, giving me a sultry exaggerated smile.

"Hey Jamie, I missed a spot on my back, would you?" She pipes up, handing me the sunscreen.

My gaze roams over her skin, sunkissed with a light sheen of sweat covering her back and long tan legs. The thought of her dad witnessing this is pushed to the back of my mind as I prepare to get up and claim my prize, but before I can even get off my tanning chair her dad Chimes in, with a mostly harmless tone to his voice, mostly.

"I've gotten used to the idea of my little girl dating, what I'm not going to do is be forced to witness the two of you shamelessly flirting in front of me" He says, stopping me in my tracks, holding out his hand to Katie gesturing for the sunscreen.

Katie huffs and rolls her eyes, but hands him the bottle, muttering all the while about overprotective dads and the fact that he might make her feel inclined to be experimental and bold with guys in college if he keeps this up. His response to this is plopping a big dollop of sunscreen on her back, making her squeal, and rubbing it with firm touch. All the while smiling, but not really smiling.

Disappointed at the opportunity to rub sunscreen on my girlfriend robbed from me, I lay down with my face in my arms again, ready to soak up some sun.

"You think you're getting off scot-free Jamie?" Her dad suddenly pipes up, getting up from his chair and plopping down on the side of mine. I raise my head and look up to see his tall figure looming over mine, casting a shadow as he blocks the sun with his wide frame. I raise my eyebrows in confusion, peering into his bright blue eyes, but quickly realize what he means as he plops another dollop of cold sunscreen on my back. I jump a little and suck in air through my teeth at the cold on my back, then tense up as I feel his large hand spread the sunscreen.

The cold sunscreen is quickly replaced by the warmth of his hand as I feel him spread it evenly, up from the small of my back to my shoulder blades. Down to my sides and up my shoulders, he covers it all. He still has the bottle in his hand, and is almost absentmindedly rubbing it in now. His hand is really quite big I notice, as it coasts the width of my back, with a firm comforting touch.

I've laid down my head on my arms but my senses are alert, he's still rubbing it in. The sunscreen must have been finished being spread at this point I think. A minute of two passes and I can feel him putting on more pressure, he's less spreading the liquid now and more pressing into the muscles of my back with the palm of his hand. What is he doing, giving me a massage? I lay there still tense at first, then then relax.

Protesting at this point would be weird, I'll just let him finish. As he uses a firmer and firmer touch I can feel the knots in my back loosen, and I let out an appreciative groan. He responds to this by going back to that area, applying more pressure. I keep groaning at the feeling of my back loosening up, but mindful to keep my voice down.

With my eyes closed I can still feel the the sun disappear off my face as I hear the sunscreen creek, he's leaning over to get a better angle, and it works. With his weight now he rubs his palm up my spine and finds the groove I was feeling good from before and an uncontrollable half-grunt half-moan is almost pushed out of me by the force of him. My eyes shoot open as I swivel my head to the side, seeing if Katie noticed, I forgot myself and realize he's been massaging me fore almost 5 minutes now.

Katie is lying down, eyes closed listening to music on her phone. I sigh deeply in relief and then hesitate for a split second, do I put a spot to this or just lay down? In the end I choose the cowards way out and lay down with my head on my arms again. Her dad takes this queue and returns to his ministrations. With my senses still on high alert I can tell his touch has a different feel to it now, I'm not sure what it is, but It's not the firm hand for a massage nor is it the light touch for spreading sunscreen. At the risk of sounding crazy, I would say he's almost... feeling me? His hand is roaming my back, feeling here and there, a quick squeeze at my side makes me take a quick breath.

"You do track right Jamie?" I suddenly hear him ask me, his tone low and calm, perhaps a bit lower than usual.

My answer is not immediate, it's the first words that has been spoken in almost 10 minutes as he's sat over me.

"Uhm... yea. I do track, have been for a couple of years now. I quite like it" My words rush out. I'm not quite sure what the mood is, but my rushed, nervous and squeaky voice does not match his at the moment.

"I see" He Responds, his hand stopping it's movement "It shows you've done it for a while, really developed some firm muscles back here" I hear him say as his hands continue their journey, but instead of up my back I feel his hand go lower, and lower, and lower.

When his hand reaches the band of my shorts and keeps going I tense up and hold my breath. What is happening, is he hitting on me? Scouting me? Or just being his old affection self. When his hand continues over my ass and doesn't stop there I relax for a moment. Only briefly as I feel his hand settle far up on my thigh. The shorts I'm wearing are knee length but has ridden up as I've been laying on the tanning chair. His hand settles on my leg and he squeezes my thigh, righter under the cleft of my ass cheeks. His movement gliding his hand up further taking my swim shorts with him.

Again I can't decide whether to put a stop to this or not, I doubt he'd try anything weird in front of his own daughter. This can't be appropriate though. I move my head up slightly to make a comment, I don't know what just something to put a spot to this, or halt it briefly so I can collect myself. As I go to turn my head his voice reaches my ear.

"Jamie, lay down. Let me do this for you" I'm not sure what It is in his voice that convinces me, but I just listen to him and lay down my head. It's a serious voice, but not one I'd imagine when getting into trouble. I've never heard someone sounds so... is passionate the word? I can't tell, my heart is beating faster now. My feelings are all jumbled up as the fear that Katie might see this, the fear of what he's going to do to me and finally the nervous flutter I felt at his words... all settle into one.

I hear him put down the sunscreen bottle, after that I feel both his hand settle on my upper thigh, the top of his hand gracing my glutes as he presses down. Hard.

A grunt of, mostly pain comes out of me, a heavy breath out, that then gets followed by more of the same as he start massaging me. Briefly his hands decide to stay just below my ass cheeks, but not for long. My whole body is tense and it seems he's trying to push it all out of me as his continuous massaging of my upper thighs reaches higher and higher on my body until he's finally settled both his hands, on both of my ass cheeks. My breathing is getting heavier, and I can feel a traitorous sensation in my groin, a telltale tingle signaling for my hormone addled brain that it's time.

He seems to let go of any illusion that it's a massage, as his hands then open up from their palm-first massage grip into straight up palming my ass with his fingers, gripping it hard and pulling it this way and that. The rocking motion of him putting his whole body into it presses my lower body into the chair. In horror my cock goes from a half-chub to rock hard, my lower body now being grinded into the chair. My breath is coming out in heavy gasps, interrupted by the occasional groan or grunt of pleasure and pain. Afraid Katie is gonna wake up I peek to the side, but she's asleep. Oh I almost wish she'd wake up at this point.

"Hey, what's... going on-" I utter, feeling like I have to say something, but I again choose the cowards route. Not mentioning something's clearly not going right. "What- What kind of massage is this really?" I ask instead, lamely.

As he pauses his hands I think I might get an answer. Instead I feel his hands go to my shorts, gripping the waistband and pulling them down, leaving my ass cheeks bare to him and anyone looking. My head shoots up, ready to protest. But his hands landing on me again, this time bare hands on bare ass, silences me. God what is going on, why am I allowing this, is this how someone being sexually assaulted feels? The inability to act, instead just freezing. But why then, why does this make my chest flutter in a weird way. It's not fear, at least not only fear, I've felt real fear before and this is not it. No this is different.

As his thumb grazes closer between my cheeks I let out an embarrassing moan. He pauses again and one of his hands reaches down to the sunscreen. He pops the lid and pours a generous stream on my ass, like covering a cake with frosting he pours it all over, including right on my hole. He puts down the bottle, and I don't know why I'm shocked at this point. Still I'm surprised, when he uses his thumbs to smear the liquid straight onto my backdoor. The foreign sensation of a finger brushing up against me there makes my nerves stand on end. I can't move, frozen I don't know what to do. A quick glance at Katie again and she's still sleeping. His hands keep moving and my ass and my everything in-between is now shiny and glistening with the excess sunscreen. why can't I speak up, do I not want to?

Suddenly his thumb rests on my hole again, applying light pressure. I groan in pain, and some other feeling I can't quite place. As he keep applying pressure It feels as if I'm going to split open, my breath is heavy and my vision is swimming a bit. I swivel my head back to look, and to my utter amazement almost his whole thumb is inside me. I look on in shock, as he burrows deeper and deeper, my face stuck in a permanent open mouth and furrowed brow. If Katie saw me like this, would she dump me on the spot? Probably.

"Jamie, you've got a really sexy ass, you know that?" The first words either of us has spoken, acknowledging what's happening should have shocked me, but at this point I can't differentiate what I'm feeling anymore. I feel vulnerable, his gaze and his touch, it makes me feel... seen, too seen. I look away from his eyes and return them to my ass, it is a nice ass, I can focus on that instead.

"Thanks, I can't say I like having a bigger butt as a guy, but Katie says she likes i- Uuuuuuugh" His thumb flexed inside, burrowing deeper touching a spot that sent lightning down from inside me directly to my cock. The moan that I let out was anything but manly. "Fuck... what was that" I ask him, shocked and dizzy from the feeling that jolted through my body.

"That Jamie, is your prostate" He answers as he flexes his thumb upwards once again, touching the same spot.

"Oh my god" I moan out way too loudly, and my eyes shoot to the still sleeping Katie. His thumb keeps pressing inside me, making my squirm. My head falls forward as I support my upper body on my elbows. Before it was his strong massage moving my lower body forward, now it's me. In response to his thumb digging deep inside of me, in and out and flexing all around inside of me, I find myself responding to his touch. Moving my hips back and forth, trying to find that angle again. At the same time grinding my cock still stuck in my shorts against the chair. To get any kind of friction.

"Please... I- Just..." Not even sure what I'm saying at this point, I just mumble incoherently. He interprets this completely in his own way, as he then grabs my hips and lifts my ass into the air, keeping his thumb inside me but making my chest fall forward onto the tanning chair. The loss of the pressure on my cock clears my head a little. The lust haze fades a bit but at the same time I wish I could reach down and-

As if answering my unspoken thoughts I feel Katie's Dad reach below me with his other and and firmly grasp my cock.

"Oh, what- you're... you're touching me, there" I babble like an idiot, and instead of responding to me he grasps my cock firmly and starts to slowly pull my foreskin, up and down. The slowness of his movement feels good but frustrating at the same time. If it weren't for his thumb still rubbing inside of me I'd reach down and jerk me of myself faster.

"Please, please don't stop, I-" The hesitation, the doubt, the fear. It's all gone. I was already never gonna stand up to him, but when his thumb went inside of me and grazed my prostate all fight left me. Feeling his big strong hand firmly grip my cock, moving it up and down ever so slowly, I can't say this wasn't consensual anymore. Especially not when I beg him not to stop...

"Don't worry Jamie, I won't" He calmly reassures me, speeding up his hand on my cock. Pulling my foreskin up and down. After grinding for so long against the chair my cock head is covered in precum, so the skin easily slips over as he increases his pace, making my see stars as I receive my first ever hand-job, from my girlfriends dad...

All to soon, it feels like, I can feel that telltale tingle. I'm about to cum, holy shit I'm about to cum from my girlfriends dad. His finger deep inside me and his hand jerking my cock. The thought suddenly sends a thrill through me, at the taboo of it all. Have I been focusing too much on the things he's doing to me, and not the circumstances? Looking over to the sleeping Katie, it really sets in. He's jerking my off - of his daughters boyfriend - right in front of her, with his thumb in my ass. God, the realization of it all sends a tremor through my body, and before any warning I can feel the sperm race up from my balls ready to shoot out.

"Oh yes, please don't stop. Don't stop, keep going. Fuck meeee"

As I clench my ass tight and shoot my hips forward, I can feel his hand squeezing my cock and his thumb going as deep inside me as possible. I shutter and moan, loud enough to wake the dead, as the best orgasm I've ever had in my entire life battles through my body. My cock keeps shooting rope after rope of cum onto the chair as I hump his hand, his hand slowing but never stopping. Finally it seems to end and I collapse in the chair, my hand hanging between my shoulders as I feel his hand slip from my cock. Cleaning it on the towel below me. I can feel his thumb inside of me pull out, and in my post-orgasm state the feeling is more foreign now, less pleasure. But still I can't deny it doesn't feel all too bad.

His thumb plops out and catch my breath as my hole retracts and settles after the foreign intrusion has left. I keep breathing deeply, unsure of what to do or say, and to tired to think. His hand settles on my back, his touch feeling natural to me now

"Enjoy it? It's a massage I've never personally administrated to any of Katie's boyfriends before" Her dad tells me conversationally, as I turn my head to the side to look at Katie. She's still asleep it seems, but she's moved since before. Hopefully not from waking up, surely she just turned some in her sleep...

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Thanks for reading!

This was my first ever story in English, so any tips/criticism is welcome.