Boyfriend’s Family Vacation Ch. 10

This is Chapter 10 in the ongoing Boyfriend's Family Vacation series.

CHAPTER 10 - Escalation

PREVIOUSLY

"Oh fuck Daddy, I'm cumming. Oh my god I'm cumming," Jared moans as his dick spews, covering his t-shirt in jizz. Laurence is slack-jawed admiring his son's orgasm, his pace quickening on his own cock.

"Oh fuck son, I'm gonna cum," Laurence says. He seems surprised by it, as if physically unable to hold himself back. But Jared was promised a prize, and he's going to take it.

Recovering from his own orgasm, Jarred turns to his father and wraps both of his hands over his father's massive cock just as he begins to burst.

"Oh fuck, Jared!" Laurence moans, thick streams of his own cum firing from his cock, letting his son stroke him through his orgasm. The cum just keeps coming, and Jared keeps stroking. I wonder how long it has been since Laurence last came.

Jared has slowed, but is still stroking his dad long after his orgasm has stopped, milking out every last drop. I see him lick his lips, and I know he is dying to use his tongue to clean up every last drop. Laurence eventually grabs his hand, chuckling, and Jared reluctantly releases hold of him.

We sit there in silence for a while, and I wonder how embarrassed Laurence is going to become. Jared must be thinking the same thing, because a look of worry creeps its way onto his face.

Jared digs out napkins from the glove box, and we all do our best to clean ourselves up. We put our cocks away, the silence stretching uncomfortably. Luckily, Laurence is the one to finally break it.

"Alright. So where the heck are we?"

We all laugh and Jared is forced to pull up directions to the store on his phone. Apparently Laurence took a few wrong turns, admitting to being a little distracted during the drive.

Eventually, he pulls off the curb and we continue on.

JARED

"You wanted to suck it so badly, didn't you?" Bryce asks, standing over me with his thick cock hovering inches above my eagerly awaiting mouth. His eyes are penetrating, pulling the truth out of me.

I swallow. I nod.

I've never seen a more devious smirk cross my boyfriend's face, which is saying something, especially on this trip. He caresses my cheek with his free hand, then runs the tip of his dick across my lips. I can taste the smallest amount of precum wetting my mouth. God, he must be really horny if he's precumming. My dick throbs knowing how horny this incestuous family makes my boyfriend.

Bryce smacks his fat cock against my cheek twice as I attempt to suck it into my mouth.

"Say it," he says.

I look up at him, heart pounding.

"Tell me how much you want daddy's cock." He whispers, using his hand to tilt my chin up further toward him. We both know that the 'daddy' in this scenario isn't just a pet name for himself. Like myself, he can't stop thinking about that car ride. I can still picture my dad dripping just inches away from my mouth, can smell his musky scent and feel the warmth of him in my hands. My cock throbs again.

"I want to taste you so bad, daddy."

"Beg for it." He again slaps his cock against my face, teasing me with its closeness.

I swallow again. Part of my brain is thankful that everyone else must be dead asleep by now. The rest of the day sped by in a blur. I couldn't wait to be alone with my boyfriend, my cock aching for another release as my head replayed the car ride over and over again.

Another part of me wishes that my dad was awake to hear this dirty talk. Was the same need coursing through him? Maybe he is stroking his cock right now, replaying the memory in his own head. Maybe in his imagination, I did more than stroke him.

"Please," I say, voice hoarse with want. "Let me worship you, daddy. I want to feel you pound your hard cock into my throat."

"There's my good boy," Bryce hums, finally allowing the head of his cock into my mouth. I savor the taste of it. I can't get enough of Bryce's dick, I would happily suck it for the rest of my life; but right now, I close my eyes and lose myself in our role play, imagining someone else moaning above me, gripping my hair, and eventually coating my throat in their cum.

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"You know, we haven't fucked on the balcony yet. We can't leave this vacation without having sex in one of our go-to spots." Bryce licks his way up my chest, lapping at the cum trail I left on myself. I prop myself up on my elbows as he reaches my lips to kiss me, and the taste of my own cum mixes with the remnants of his on my tongue.

"Already ready for round two?" I ask, eyebrows raised. Rarely do we cum more than once a day together, and this would make for three. Though I suppose nothing on this vacation should surprise me.

In response, he grips my still erect cock between our naked bodies. "Our dicks say we need to cum again." And sure enough, like my own cock, his is still standing at attention.

"Something really riled us up today, huh?" I attempt to joke, but a pit has opened in my stomach and it comes out hollow.

"Someone definitely riled us up."

I try to smile it off. The pit opens wider. The guilt at what I was picturing as my boyfriend emptied his load in me crashes in like a wave.

Bryce must see something in my expression, because he leans in closer, his face suddenly full of concern.

"Babe, don't. We've talked about this. He said it himself, all adults, remember? Everything is ok."

"What if it's not? We barely have said anything to each other since the car. What if he's grossed out, or what if he regrets it, or-"

"Babe, you're spiraling."

Bryce runs a hand through my hair as I attempt to take a deep breath. It's fine. Everything is fine. I repeat over and over in my head.

"Know what I saw today?" Bryce asks quietly, his body a comfortable weight on my own as I lay spread out on the pullout couch.

"What?"

"I saw a father and son with a very special bond, who clearly care a lot about each other."

I roll my eyes, but a small smile twitches on my lips.

"I also saw a dad who really wanted his son to swallow his cock, and a son who was dying to do the swallowing."

Bryce laughs and I playfully shove him off of my chest. He rolls onto his back, 8 inch cock pointed straight in the air as he continues chuckling.

"You're just saying that because you want it to be true."

"Of course I want it to be true. I'd pay my left testicle to watch that. Doesn't mean it's a lie."

"But your left testicle is my favorite," I say teasingly.

"Really? I've always been more partial to the right. I think the left one is smaller by like, one sixteenth of an inch." He sits up and begins weighing each of his testicles in hand, as if truly comparing the sizes.

"You're such a weirdo," I say, grabbing a pillow and smacking it into his chest. But I can't erase the smile on my face. The pit in my stomach has closed back up. The guilt momentarily dispelled.

I turn to my side, propping myself up on one elbow, leaning toward my wonderful boyfriend. He does the same, leaning toward me, and our eyes meet for several moments in silence, both of us just gently breathing the same air.

"I love you," I say, attempting to put all of my emotions, thoughts, and thanks into those three simple words.

His smile softens more. "I love you, too," he says, and I can feel all of the same emotion behind his words that I attempted to put into my own.

Bryce reaches his hand between us, grabbing my still miraculously erect dick. "So, about that balcony fuck," he says, wiggling his eyebrows, his eyes reflecting the moonlight coming in through the large windows.

In answer, I grab his hand, tug him up, and walk to the sliding door.

The coolness of the night hits our naked bodies and I can immediately feel my nipples harden. It's not cold exactly, it's like walking into an air conditioned building after being in a heatwave. I hadn't realized how hot I'd gotten while fooling around until now.

Bryce presses his body against my back, his stiff member pressed against my ass, and I can feel his own hardened nipples pressed into my back.

"You want to be bent over the railing and fucked so hard by daddy that you wake the neghors up?" Bryce purrs into my ear, wrapping his hand around my shaft.

"Oh wow, am I getting drinks and a show?" Bryce jerks his hand away from my cock, and both of our heads whip sideways toward the voice.

My dad is sitting in the hot tub, a glass of red wine in his hand and a look of amusement on his face. I can't tell if his comment is because he heard Bryce talking about fucking me, or is simply in regard to our undressed state. I reflexively cover my hard dick, noticing Bryce has done the same.

"Boys please, it's nothing I haven't seen before." My dad jokes about our attempt at modesty. Of course, he's right. I see his eyes flit to our crotches as we reveal our erections. Gaze lingering as he takes a sip of wine. My dick pulses involuntarily.

I take in the scene, realizing that the only light is coming from the color-changing underwater hot tub lights; which is why we didn't notice him as soon as we stepped outside. He has the jets on low, barely making a hum. I take in the wine bottle sitting at the steps of the tub, or should I say, the half-empty wine bottle.

Most importantly I notice the discarded pair of swim trunks resting at the foot of the steps.

"Did you boys come out here to use the tub?" I can tell my dad is just a little bit tipsy. There's no slur to his words, but something about his movements, and the laziness in his voice. I can count the number of times I've seen him have more than a single glass of wine on one hand. All growing up my parents have never liked to keep alcohol in the house. Maybe they didn't want to make it too easy for me and my brother's to access, or maybe they just didn't like to drink much. Either way, tonight is clearly a special occasion.

For a moment, the pit in my stomach begins to open again. Am I the reason he's drinking? Is he so horrified by what happened in the car that he's getting drunk in an attempt to push it out of his mind?

I'm so consumed by my own thoughts that I don't realize I haven't answered my dad's question until he raises an eyebrow at me.

"Oh uh. Yeah we were thinking about it." I lie, at the same time Bryce says "We came out here to fuck."

I glance at him, and he just shrugs.

"Come on, join me in the tub," he responds, except I'm not sure who he's responding to, or if he was in fact listening at all.

"We don't mean to barge into your... alone time," Bryce says.

Dad scoffs. "Oh please, I could use the company. Oh! And grab some more wine glasses."

"Ok. We'll grab some glasses and throw on our trunks," I say, making to turn away, and possibly never come back.

"Oh come on, we're all men," Dad says, gesturing to his own discarded trunks, as if I hadn't already noticed them.

"Yeah we've all seen each other's dicks already," Bryce says. I can hear something in his voice. An opportunity. I try not to think about whatever he's already begun scheming.

Bryce winks at me before sliding open the glass doors, giving me a bit of a shove. "I'll grab the glasses and meet you two in the tub."

My heart stammers as I walk toward the steps into the tub. I internally yell at my cock for not getting the memo to settle down, and do everything I can not to stare at my father's nakedness as I approach.

"Come join your old man," he says, leaning back into his corner of the tub as I step gradually into the bubbling water. I settle into the corner across from him, forcing my eyes not to take in his dark chest hair, and definitely not thinking about how it would feel to run my hands through it.

"When did you come out here, Dad?" I ask, attempting to create a timeline in my head. There's no way he could have walked past us mid-blowjob, right? Oh god, he didn't hear all the things I was asking 'daddy' to do, did he? I internally scold myself for ever secretly wanting him to listen in on our dirty talk. My face flushes just thinking about what he may have overheard.

"Oh I don't know. You two were in the shower. I couldn't sleep. Needed a drink." He says, waving his hand to dismiss my question.

Ok, good, no way he overheard us if he was already out here. But... He needed a drink? Because of me? Because of what we did?

The door slides open and Bryce emerges with two plastic wine glasses; the ones designated for outside use according to the extensive Airbnb rules. In his other hand is another bottle of red wine.

"Smart man," Dad chuckles. Bryce polishes off the remaining bottle on our two glasses, and pops the cork off the new bottle to fill up my dad's now empty glass.

I can't help but think that Bryce is making a show of his erection as he steps slowly into the hot tub, the blue and white lights glistening on his shaft as he scoops some water up and rubs it across his chest, running a quick hand across his length and then letting the water drip from his tip. God, what a tease.

I haven't even realized I'm staring until I look away, but I notice my dad is locked in on the show as well, making no attempt to conceal his ogling of my boyfriend's body and cock. Did he stare at mine the same way? I was so busy forcing myself not to look at him that I didn't pay any attention to where his eyes were focused.

Bryce finally settles into his own corner, closest to me.

The first words out of my Dad's mouth surprise me.

"Quite a dick you've got on you. Didn't get the best look at it earlier." He says it so casually, as if this is just a normal family conversation.

"Your son sure likes it," Bryce grins.

I give Bryce a little smack as he and my Dad share a laugh. I take a big sip of my wine, forcing myself to relax. Clearly my Dad is not having a crisis about my giving him a handjob if he's talking like this. So then, why is he out here drinking by himself?

"Your family is definitely not lacking in the dick area either. You passed on some good genes, I have to thank you for giving him such a nice cock," Bryce says, reaching over to grab my dick as he does so and giving it a few strokes. Bryce is getting bolder and bolder every day.

My Dad smiles at me, as if proud to hear that my cock satisfies my lover so well.

"So, who's the biggest in the family? It's gotta be me, right?" Dad jokes.

"Jackson," Bryce and I say in unison.

My dad opens his mouth in mock offense. "That bastard! How much he got on me?"

"An inch or two," I laugh, letting the wine and hot tub work their magic, forcing relaxation into my body and attempting to turn my brain off. For once.

"Damn, really? That would make him, what, nearly nine inches?" Dad asks in slight awe. "Suppose I should be proud. Gave all of my sons the good dick gene."

"Don't forget the nice asses!" Bryce chimes in.

"Oh god yeah, we got some good asses," Dad agrees vigorously.

"To good dicks and asses," I say, holding my wine glass between us to cheers.

"To good dicks and asses," they both repeat, clinking our plastic glasses together.

The conversation progresses into less sexual-changed topics, much to Bryce's chagrin, I'm sure. But it's nice, bonding with my dad like this. It feels natural, despite the fact that I'm naked in a tub with my boyfriend and my father.

After a while, I can't help but notice that my dad, despite being at least two glasses ahead of Bryce and myself, is still pounding his drinks faster than us.

Maybe he's been pouring himself some liquid courage, because I notice a shift in him. When he asks his next question, I can tell he's been working up the courage to ask it for some time.

"So how long have you guys been doing this?"

We all know what 'this' he's referring to. He doesn't meet our eyes as he asks. We've already had the conversation about 'this', so I know it's not the topic itself he's uncomfortable with. He's digging at something else here.

"I mean. Not long at all. It uh, started on this vacation," I respond, fiddling with my own wine glass. Bryce's eyes flicker between us. Everyone must have noticed the tension shift, because he grabs the bottle of wine and tops all of us off.

"This vacation? Really? So before this, y'all, Sam and Jackson had never..."

"No, never anything before this trip. It just sort of... happened."

"Well, I think we all know who happened," my dad says, smirking toward Bryce.

Bryce raises his hands in a gesture of surrender. "It's true. I am an instigator. But it was so obvious you wanted each other. I like to think of myself as the..."

"Temptress," My dad offers.

"Horn dog," I say.

"Mediator?" Bryce finishes. "No, that's not the word."

"Troublemaker," my dad says.

"Insatiable cocktease," I mock.

"Ok ok. Fine, all of the above."

We all laugh, but the mood quickly shifts again. I can feel my Dad preparing another question.

"But you two were open, I assume? I mean, aren't a lot of gay people?"

Bryce and I exchange a glance. "No. I mean, yes, a lot of gay people are in open relationships. But we were closed," I answer.

"Yeah, I don't know that I would ever want to be fully open," Bryce admits. This conversation is nothing new to us. When we got together, we each liked the idea of being in a committed, monogamous relationship. We always promised if anything ever changed for either of us, we would talk it out; but it never came up again. At least, not until this trip.

"But you're ok with everything with Sam and Jackson... and me?"

"It's different," Bryce says immediately.

My dad gives us a doubtful look.

"No, he's right, it is. I mean, it's different for me anyway." I say. Bryce nods in agreement, and I continue, "We share a different type of love. And Bryce has been right beside me for the entire journey. It's different than hooking up with a random stranger, it's... a different type of intimacy. It means something, to all of us, I think. It feels like I'm growing closer to my brothers, and to you." I feel my face grow somehow even more red. Now I'm warm, buzzed, and embarrassed. What am I even saying? Did that sound stupid?"

"I agree," Bryce says, grabbing my hand and rubbing his thumb over my palm. "And I'm so glad you let me be part of it."

"And we've communicated about it every step of the way. We've always made sure to check in with each other before things progressed any further."

My dad is just looking at us, an unreadable expression on his face. He takes another sip of wine. A large sip.

After several awkward moments, when he offers up nothing else, I decide to probe.

"Why did you want to know if we were open?"

"Oh. I don't know. I just thought maybe you were," he attempts to brush off the question. I don't let him get away with it.

"Dad."

He sighs, taking another sip of his wine as I wait for him to answer.

"It's just. Your mother had asked about us opening our marriage awhile back, and I was just curious how it worked for you two."

I can feel my eyebrows shoot so far up my head that they probably get lost in my hairline. Did I just hear that correctly? You could hear a pin drop in the silence that follows, and I suddenly realize the jets must have turned off long ago.

My dad can't seem to meet my eyes.

"Mom wanted to open your marriage? Mom... why would she want to do that?"

"I'm sure she had her reasons."

"Well ok, but she must have told you. Is that something you've talked about before? Is that something you wanted?"

"Well, no, not really."

"Did you tell her you didn't want one? Was she ok with you saying no? Why would she push for that to begin with? It doesn't sound like her." The questions are just pouring from my mouth before my brain can decide if I even want to voice them.

"Babe," I hear Bryce say. He gives me a "calm down" gesture with his hands. My dad still won't look at me.

"Dad, why-"

"Probably because she started fucking around with someone at work and figured this was a way to stop feeling guilty about it." The words tumble out of his mouth in a rush of breath, like he physically can't hold them back anymore. He cringes, as if immediately regretting his admission. I can't stop my jaw from falling open, can't stop the anger that courses through me, quickly followed by sadness for the man sitting across from me.

"Dad I... I'm so sorry. What the fuck. Fuck her for that!"

"Jared. Don't talk about your mother that way."

"No fuck that, she did a shitty thing and then tried to lie her way into not feeling guilty. That is not how a healthy open relationship works. It doesn't work retroactively"

"Yeah, that's not an open relationship, that's just a cheater trying to get away with it," Bryce says quietly, angrily.

"How did you find out?" I find myself asking.

"I had suspected something was going on for a while. And then two months ago, she posed the idea of opening the marriage and I just... I knew something was up. It didn't take too much to get an admission out of her."

I think back this trip, now realizing there's been a distance this whole time that I've missed. Every weird moment suddenly makes so much sense.

My dad is hanging his head, thumb running the edges of his wine glass, still not meeting my eyes. He doesn't even seem angry, just, sad maybe? Ashamed? He shouldn't feel ashamed about anything.

"When I planned this trip, I imagined it as a way to reconnect, to maybe bring this family back together. But now... I don't know."

"Dad, I'm so sorry. You do not deserve that." I try to settle the anger in my voice, to meet him at his level. I find myself floating across the water to give him a hug. "And this trip has brought us together. Maybe just not in the way you imagined."

He envelopes me in his arms, pulling me into his chest. I feel our soft dicks press together as he ducks his face into my neck. We sit like that for a while, and despite my best intentions, I can feel my dick beginning to harden against his own. God, can't it tell this is not the time?

I attempt to pull away, embarrassed by my growing erection in this emotional moment, but my dad holds me tight to him. Is his own dick getting hard? No, that must be my imagination.

Another moment goes by and he finally releases me. I feel a soft brush of his lips against my neck as he pulls away. Did he just kiss me? No, it was probably nothing.

I don't move back to my corner. I stay close to his side, our legs brushing against each other. He places a hand on my leg and my heart jumps. Goddammit body, calm down.

"You deserve better than that Dad. You deserve someone who gives you the whole world. You're incredible," I say softly. I find myself leaning forward, planting my lips on his shoulder. It's a quick kiss, comforting instead of sexual. But I still can't believe I did it.

My dad smiles a sad smile at me. "Thank you. I don't know why I'm not angrier, or more sad. More than anything I was worried that this would change the way you all looked at me."

"How would this change the way we look at you?"

"I don't know. It's silly. Knowing your mother was going to someone else for pleasure, maybe you'd have thought I wasn't man enough." His admission startles me. That would never have even crossed my mind.

"I would never think something like that. What mom did has nothing to do with you and everything to do with her," I reassure him. "Plus, I know damn well how much of a man you are." And with that, I reach over and grab his cock, jokingly giving it a few strokes before letting go.

God, what the hell am I doing?

Thankfully, my dad laughs, and I feel his hand slide a little bit further up my thigh. My cock jumps.

"Yeah, you can take it from us," Bryce chimes in for the first time in several minutes. "We've got plenty of experience with men, and you are plenty manly." There's an unmistakable purr in his deep voice. I shoot him a look. His eyes twinkle.

"Thanks boys. Get on in here," My dad says, motioning to Bryce.

Bryce floats over and my dad wraps us both in a hug and then keeps us beside him, an arm slung over each of our shoulders. This time I'm the one to place my hand on his thigh. I see him peek at me, and then he starts running his hand over my upper arm. Again, it isn't exactly sexual, but something about being in my Dad's arms, feeling his embrace, it's doing something to my dick that I can't stop.

I find myself rubbing my hand along his thigh in sync with his movement on my arm.

"You really do deserve the best, Dad." I lean in again to kiss his shoulder, lingering longer this time, intentionally more sexual, testing the waters before peppering two more kissing farther toward his neck.

I hear a soft, almost imperceptible moan escape his lips.

"Thanks, son," he whispers.

His hand grips my shoulder tighter. My hand runs further up his thigh.

"I love you boys," Dad says, giving me a kiss on my forehead, then my shoulder, then my neck. His mouth doesn't leave my neck for a moment and I can feel the slight pressure of his teeth on my skin.

My hand continues trailing up his thigh until I brush the bottom of his ballsack. My heart is pounding louder and louder in my chest. I lightly grip each of his balls in turn, playing with them as my dad sucks harder on my neck. Oh, fuck.

I glance toward Bryce, who's staring at us in sheer wonderment as my dad finally releases my neck. Bryce meets my eyes and nods, a devilish grin stretching his face.

"Go on," Bryce coaxes. "Show your dad the love he deserves."

I turn to my dad, finding his green eyes fixed on me. I see his eyes flicker briefly to my lips, and I lean in closer. We hover, our lips just inches apart. I wait for him to make the move, and I don't have to wait long.

Suddenly his hand is on the back of my neck, pulling me into him and crashing our mouths together. His mouth opens for me and our tongues instantly tangle together. I hear myself moaning as he grips the back of my head, strong hands tangling in my hair.

I grab his cock, feeling him already fully hard in my hands. He lets out a small sound as I grip him, and something changes in him. He pulls me in tighter, the kiss somehow becoming even more intense, like he can't get enough of me. I begin stroking him and am rewarded with him moaning into my mouth.

Holy shit, I'm making out with my dad, I think to myself over and over. This sexy, ruggish, devoted, and loving man that brought me into existence is now clinging to me like his life depends on it, and I can't get fucking enough of it. I could do this all night, feeling his warm cock in my hands and his tongue in my mouth, but eventually we break apart and our breaths come in gasps.

"God, what are you doing to me," he mumbles to himself, collapsing back against the hot tub walls. "Why is my son so fucking hot," he asks, looking at me like he genuinely needs an answer. Then he turns to Bryce. "And why is my son's boyfriend so fucking hot?"

"Show him how hot you think he is," I find myself saying. My dad glances at me, asking silently if I'm sure. I nod.

And then I'm watching my boyfriend and my dad make out in front of me, and I nearly shoot my load at the sight.

It's like they are both battling for dominance, hands roaming each other's toned bodies, tongues locked in battle. All the while I keep my hand on my father's cock, stroking him as he explores my boyfriend, sliding back his foreskin and rubbing my thumb over his slit.

"Stop, stop!" My dad is suddenly saying, grabbing at my wrist. I freeze, releasing his cock. Bryce pulls off of him.

"Fucking hell, I almost came just now. What the hell am I doing?" My dad asks, hands rubbing at his eyes. "I shouldn't be so turned on by this. I've never had thoughts about guys, and now here I am making out with my son and his boyfriend and I'm so fucking turned on." His voice is getting increasingly exasperated, and I nearly have to tell him to be quieter because I'm afraid his voice will carry too much. But then he leans forward, placing his face in the palms of his hands. "Jared, this is wrong, this is..." He trails off, and sighs.

"Like father, like son," Bryce says to me, leaning back. He has quickly recovered from my dad's outburst and is astoundingly still stroking his own cock, as if he doesn't have a care in the world.

Dad sighs again but meets our eyes. "I shouldn't want this. Jared, I'm your father and-"

"Laurence, do you love your son?" Bryce interrupts. He is leaning against the wall of the tub, dick poking out of the top of the water, hand lazily running up and down his shaft.

My dad stares at him, eyes focusing on his dick before briefly shaking himself and meeting his eyes. "Of course I do."

"Do you think he's hot?"

My chest clenches as my dad looks at me, his gaze rakes slowly up my naked body before reaching my eyes. He swallows, and then, quietly, "yes."

"Jared, do you think your dad is hot?"

"Yes," I say without hesitation. My heart is hammering in my chest, but I can't deny it anymore, and I'm tired of feeling guilty. He wants this too, maybe even needs it; and I need him too.

He swallows again, staring at me.

I lean into my dad, placing a hand on each leg. I ignore the guilt, I ignore the voice in my head telling me this is wrong; I listen only to my cock. My cock knows what it wants.

"Do you want to make him feel good?" Bryce asks.

"I want to make him feel everything." I respond, looking into my father's eyes.

"All adults, right Laurence?"

I can almost hear the hammering of my dad's own heart as he confirms, quietly, "All adults," and leans in to kiss me again.

I indulge in the kiss, letting all my worries and fears melt away into it as he wraps me in his embrace. But I have much much more planned, and I have waited long enough.

I press a hand to my dad's chest, breaking the kiss. His eyes shine as he looks at me, and I can tell that he knows what is about to happen next. I continue the pressure on his chest, lightly at first, waiting to see if he'll push me away. When he doesn't, I push more strongly, leaning him back, propping his ass up so his dick is closer to the surface of the water. I can hear his quick breathing, see that he both wants to stop me and that he wants this more than he'll ever admit.

I dip my head and swallow his cock as deep as I can.

"Holy fuck, Jared." Dad gasps, thrusting his hips up involuntarily to meet my throat. He tries to pull back when he realizes, but I grip his ass tight, telling him to stay in place, to allow me to have as much of him as I can get.

I have to hold my breath as my face is partially submerged in the water, but I hold on as long as I can, tasting every inch of my dad's cock, feeling him hit the back of my throat, listening to him murmur "there's my son," and "such a good boy."

Eventually I'm forced to pull off and catch my breath. I suck in gulps of air, my eyes watering from taking my father so deep. I feel his hand brush my chin, running over my 5 o'clock shadow before tilting my chin to look his way.

"Sit on the edge so I can give you a proper blowjob," I tell him.

His lips part in a little O, but he obliges. I admire his biceps as he pushes himself out of the water, watching as water droplets stream off of him, staring as his dick glistens in the night.

I waste no time going back for seconds, this time starting with his head. I run my tongue under his foreskin, licking at his perfect pink head, kissing his slit. Then I kiss my way down his shaft, focusing on his balls, cradling them each in hand before slowly sucking them into my mouth. That elicits a small moan, and an involuntary pulse of his cock.

I smile to myself as I take my time on his balls, then I run my tongue all the way up from his perineum to his head again. I kiss my way around his head, pulling him only ever partially into my mouth, just enjoying the taste of him and allowing myself to cement this memory into my brain.

I go on like that for several minutes, and can tell I'm driving him crazy. He finally caves.

"Goddamit Jared."

"Something wrong?" I ask innocently, placing a hand on his cock and looking up at him.

He gives me an exasperated look. "You know what you're doing."

"If there's something you want, just tell me."

"You know what I want." I do but I want to hear him say it. I need to hear him say it.

I keep my gaze locked on his as I again run my tongue slowly up the length of him. Then I stroke him a couple of times with my hand before repeating the gesture.

He tilts his head back, as if in agony.

"Please," he says.

"Please, what?" I ask.

"Goddamit Jared. Suck my fucking cock!" He raises his voice, thrusting his hips upwards to get his dick closer to my mouth.

I smile, relishing in the victory for a moment, before giving him what he begged for. I hold nothing back this time, determined to give him the best blowjob of his life. First I deepthroat him again, feeling every inch of his dick fill my throat, listening to him spew obscenities as his son gives him the pleasure he so desperately needs.

Once his dick is slicked up I alternate stroking him and sucking him, focusing on the sensitive area around his head, playing with his balls as I coat his cock in my saliva, all the time ignoring my own desperately hard dick.

So lost in the blowjob, I don't notice that Bryce has moved closer until his mouth is right next to mine. I pull partially off of my father, allowing Bryce access to his shaft. Quickly, he's running his tongue over his shaft as I focus on the head. I get lost in the sound of both of our mouths sucking on the seven inch cock.

Then suddenly Bryce is at the head with me, and we begin making out over my father's tip, my dad moaning above us.

"Fucking hell you two, that is the hottest thing I have ever seen," my dad murmurs.

I couldn't agree more. I have never shared a cock like this before, and I can only imagine how hot the view is from my dad's perspective.

After the makeout, I allow Bryce full access to my dad. I pull away to admire the view of my boyfriend sucking the gorgeous cock into his mouth, giving myself a few strokes in the process. Then I reach for Bryce's cock, stroking him as I watch him take my father deeper and deeper.

Bryce eventually pulls back, and with a fair amount of force, grabs my head and shoves it back down onto my dad's dick. I'm caught off guard, but groan with pleasure as I'm again filled with the taste of him.

Bryce must move away, because a few moments later I register hands on my waist. Soon after, I feel a tongue run down the crack of my ass to my hole.

"Oh fuck," I say, pulling off of my father's cock for a moment.

"You are such a good little cock sucker. I see why Bryce can't get enough of you," my father says. Part of me swells with pride at the compliment.

"I'm only just getting started," I tell him, diving back onto his cock as my boyfriend begins to eat out my ass. It's pure ecstasy, I feel like I am having an out of body experience, seeing myself in shear pleasure blobbing up and down on the dick that made me, feeling as my boyfriend's tongue enters me, listening to my father moan "such a good boy," "Such a great mouth my son has on him."

Then my dad's hand is on the back of my head, and he starts face fucking me. I open my throat as best I can to let my dad pound away. My dick sways in time with my dad's thrusts. I am completely lost in the sensation coming from every part of my body. Lost listening to the filthy things spewing from my good-natured dad. "Yeah take your daddy's cock you hungry little slut. Bet you have been dreaming about me throat fucking you like this."

It's only when I realize I'm close to cumming, without having so much as touching my dick, that I come back to my senses.

I pull off of my dad, and the movement makes Bryce stop his amazing rim job.

"Fuck, I nearly just came," I gasp, gripping the base of my cock to try to stop the sensation.

"Were you stroking yourself?" Bryce asks.

"No," I laugh, sending a little smirk his way.

He returns the same smirk, and then to my surprise, he stands up and walks to the other side of the tub.

"Well, I think I got him ready for you anyway, Laurence," Bryce says, leaning over the tub. I thought we had already finished the rest of the wine, what is he grabbing?

"Ready for me?" Laurence asks.

Bryce turns back around our way, brandishing something small and black in his hand. I recognize it immediately as one of the travel-sized silicone lube packets we got for free from our last trip to the sex shop.

He tosses it towards my dad, who grabs it out of the air, a look of confusion on his face. His eyes go wide as he reads the packet and registers the implication. His eyes dart between Bryce and myself, mouth agape.

"What do you say, Laurence, you ready to fuck your son?"

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