Checking For Ticks

My dad invited me out to the cabin for a weekend of fishing. I haven't been to the cabin since my mom passed some 10 years ago. I had married and moved across the country for work. Dad and I had a decent relationship. We talked often on the phone, but I knew he was alone a lot.

My parents' "cabin" was really a house with 3 bedrooms 3-1/2 bathrooms. Each bedroom had its own bathroom. The location was perfect, on a small lake with no other homes. We had a private access to the lake. A true dream of a "cabin."

The weather was hot and humid for our first day of fishing. I wore shorts and t-shirt, grabbed my gear and followed my dad to the boat.

"Tim, you sure you want to wear that on the boat?" My dad asked looking over his shoulder at me.

"Yeah, why not. We're gonna have a high sun all day, no cloud cover. I brought plenty of sunscreen." I replied.

"Ok, you're choice, just remember you were warned." I think he chuckled a little as he walked down the narrow path to the boat. The grass and weeds was waist high. The leaves brushing against my bare legs.

The fishing was really slow, sun was hot and we ran out of water midafternoon. Dad made the executive decision to cut the day short. I had no complaints.

"Let's head back, get some showers and cooked those steaks." He stated not expecting an answer.

We made the long walk back up to the cabin. As we entered the cabin he tells me, "Be sure to check for ticks when in the shower."

And it hit me, "Wait, what? Ticks? Crap, the tall grass and weeds."

"Yep, sometimes they're as thick as thieves out there. Long pants help." He said with a devilish grin.

I hit the shower and sure enough I had a tick. Just under my right nut. Of course in a place I couldn't see if the tick had burrowed in yet. I dried off, wrapped a towel around my waist and walked over to my parents' bedroom. Funny, after 10 years of my mom being gone I still considered the room my "parents."

The bedroom door was half open and I could see him in the bathroom drying off. I peeked in, "Dad, I found one, but can't see it."

He dropped the towel then stepped out of the bathroom. I was shocked that he would just walk out naked without a care in the world. I quickly scanned him. He looked great for a guy in his late 50's. Slight fat around the stomach, but a nice, toned chest. As my eyes moved down his body, settled on his cut cock. The hair was trimmed neatly, balls looked hairless. The cock itself was 2-3 inches long in its flaccid state. But what stood out to me was how much his cock looked like mine. Twins, other than I was completely hairless around mine. There was a tinge of embarrassment as I checked him out. I could feel the tip of my cock tingle ever so slightly. Then my anus twitch. I was totally surprised with the feelings.

"Like what you see?" Dad's words brought me back to reality. Damn, caught staring.

"Sorry, I... uh" I stuttered. "You look great for an old guy." Joking to hide my embarrassment.

"My eyes are up here son." He said with a big grin. "Where is this tick?"

"Under, well... in a place I can't see. Down there." I said lowering my head. I felt like a little kid.

"Yeah, they seem to like the area under the nut sack." He sat on the edge of the bed. "Come, let me take a look. What side is it on?" I hesitated. "Don't be shy, drop the towel and let your old man take a look at the little dick." His voice trailed off at the end. I wasn't sure I heard him right. Did he say dick or tick?

"Under the right nut." I said as I stepped to him. I looked up as I dropped my towel at the same time covered my cock and balls with my hsnds. Felt weird standing this close to another man let alone my dad while naked. Dad gently removed my hands and replaced with his. Using one hand he moved my cock and balls to the side, moved in close to get a better view. I continued to stare at the ceiling. His breath felt warm against my skin.

"Found it! He's not dug in yet, just wandering around." I felt him pinch his fingers together pulling of the tick. "Just crushed the little bugger. Let me check if there are anymore."

"Dad, I didn't feel any other."

In his deep "dad" voice he says, "Son, just hold still for a moment." I instantly stood still. With that he gently lifted my balls. Was he cupping my balls? Why? Then his fingers slowly massaged each ball. Is he playing with my balls? His hands were smooth, soft from years of working in an office. He lifted the cock with his thumb and index finger. All the touching started to cause my cock to stir. A voice in my head was telling me this isn't right, but my balls and cock were screaming at the voice to shut the hell up.

"Dad? What...?" Suddenly there was a warm moist feeling surrounding my limp cock. "Oh?!" I exhaled. I knew instantly dad had wrapped his lips around the head of my cock. I couldn't bring myself to stop staring at the ceiling. His mouth felt great. Dad was sucking my cock like a pacifier, tongue tickled the frenulum causing me to get hard in his mouth. I was so torn, pull my cock from his sucking mouth or slide my cock further in.

Dad placed his hands on my ass cheeks to hold me in place while his mouth held my cock.

"Dad,... wait..., mmmm, oh." Did I just moan? Oh my god the feeling was incredible. Warm mouth, wet tongue, lips locked on. My wife gave me blowjobs when we dated but all had stopped pretty much after the kids. Dad began to slowly bob his head on my cock. His lips sliding down the length and then back to the tip. In my head I'm saying, "Don't stop, use more tongue around my mushroom head. Feel the ridge around the head. Stick your tongue in the slit. Suck a little harder just on the tip. Pull on my balls, please, gently pull my balls. That's it, suck my baby cock. Oh god, don't stop!"

I finally dared to look down. Dad looked up at the same time. Our eyes locked, he smiles, and I ejaculated, one, two, three, four streams. I felt the orgasm all through my cock, balls and anus. My cock was not totally hard yet and I'm shooting cum into his mouth. I watched as his cheeks moved in and out as he swallowed each shot. Some cum leaked out the corners of his mouth. From the time he placed my cock in his mouth to the moment I shot my load was no more than a few minutes. The lack of blowjobs and the taboo of my dad sucking my cock was overload.

"OH MY GOD!" I exclaimed. "What, why... you're..." I didn't know what to say. "I'm so sorry, I never shot so fast before."

He started remove my cock from his mouth. "No! Don't stop sucking! Please keep going." I said moving the head of my cock back into his mouth. He locked back on to the head and sucked me like a straw. My cock twitched and I shot two more times. Dad sucked both little loads down his throat. He left my cock in his mouth gently suckling, draining the last little bit of cum from me.

"Sorry, sorry...I didn't mean..."

He smiled at me. "Don't worry about it. I appreciated the encouraging words. The direction helped." My eyes went wide.

"Direction? You heard me? I thought I was saying that in my head!"

"No, totally heard you. Helped me considering that was the first time I gave a blowjob. Felt good doing it. Sorry if I shocked you. Your cock felt great in my mouth and tasted great. I couldn't believe how natural it felt."

"Felt great on my end also. Felt so good I couldn't bring myself to stop you. But why dad? Are you gay or bi?"

"Not sure why, curiosity maybe, lack of sex, perfect opportunity to try something different. Plus, your cock looks identical to mine. It was like I was sucking my own cock. It's wrong, sorry, I crossed a line."

"Did you really enjoy it? What was it like to have a cock in your mouth? Wasn't it weird? You like having my cum in your mouth?" I asked him.

"Difficult to explain, definitely weird at first, but also natural. There is a one way, ya know, to find out." He said with a slight wink. I wasn't sure I wanted to cross that line to cocksucker. I looked at his hard cock pointing up at me. Even erect, his cock was a twin of mine. About 5.5" long erect. Slight bead of pre-cum on the tip.

"Switch with me." I surprised myself as the words left my mouth. He stood and I sat. His hard cock a few inches from my lips. He placed his hands on his hips as he presented me with the cock that gave me life. I inspected his cock and balls. The mushroom head was large and well defined. His balls were completely hairless, smooth, warm. I could smell the soap from the shower.

"What do you think son? Meet your approval?" He made his cock bounce up and down. I wrapped my right hand around the shaft. The heat struck me first. Second was how soft and smooth the skin felt and yet the cock was rigid. My hand stroked his cock without me thinking about it. Pre-cum dripped onto my wrist. I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cockhead. The pre-cum tasted sweet, not unlike mine. "Mmmm," he moaned. I then kissed the head, almost as if I were thanking the cock for making me.

My left hand cupped his balls. I lifted them almost as if I were trying to gauge their weight. My fingers massaged the balls into my palm. I loved the smoothness of the balls. I raise them to my lips and kissed each one. I continued to kiss his balls. I just felt the need to kiss his balls. My kisses slowly moved up from the balls to the shaft. The skin was soft, smooth, and warm. Every other kiss I darted my tongue out.

Travelling up the shaft, my lips gently sucked on the shaft. Once I reached the top of the cock, I used my tongue to lick the shaft back down to his balls. I could feel his balls moving in the sack. I popped one ball into my mouth, sucking on it. Moved to the other and sucked that one in. They felt so large in my mouth and spongy. My nostrils sniffing his cock. The smell was intoxicating.

I sucked on his balls until I felt his pre-cum dripping on my cheek. The wetness told me to move back to the head. Again, I kissed and licked my way up the shaft. At the top again, I licked and kissed the tip. I ran my tongue all around the mushroom head. Feeling every contour of the mushroom, the helmet, the ridge of the head where it meets the shaft. Then I took the plunge, as the cock slowly slid past my lips, I realized I was now a cocksucker. It moved past my tongue to the back of my throat. I stopped before the gag reflex kicked in. The taste was of my dad's cock was amazing. I slid back up the cock and back down again. Then again and then again. I was careful to cover my teeth. My head was bopping in a slow constant rhythm. At some point, in my mind I was no longer sucking my dad's cock, but rather my own. My cock was getting hard. I could almost feel my own lips on my own cock.

I let my lips run the length of my cock. My tongue swirling around the head each time I bopped up. Used my tongue the rub the length of under the cock. My paced slowly picked up, I felt my balls rise up, the impending climax was close. Then I felt it, the first pulse of my orgasm. The cockhead swelled in my mouth and the first load shot into my throat. I gagged slightly, raised my head up enough to have the second shot land on my tongue. The salty treat was followed by two more shots. I held the cock in my mouth as it slowly went limp. I wanted to leave the cock my mouth, felt so, well natural. The orgasm I just experienced was unbelievable.

"SON! That was the best blowjob, ever!" He exclaimed between breaths. "I can't remember the last time I cummed so hard."

Back to reality, I was sucking dad's cock, not mine. But my orgasm was real. Looking down I had shot cum all over dad's feet. I never had a hands free orgasm.

"That was a first time for me to give a blowjob. You're right, though, was like blowing myself!"

"I see you did enjoy it." He said pointing at his feet. I looked at his feet again, "Sorry about that, was totally crazy for me. I can't believe I was able to cum again." I replied.

"Let's make some dinner and have a few beers." He said as he wiped my cum off his feet.

We didn't bother getting dress. Cooked and ate dinner naked. After finishing the dishes we found a ballgame on the TV and sat back relaxing.

"So what do you have planned for tomorrow?" I asked with a slight smirk.

"What you are talking about, fishing of course. That's why we're here. But after breakfast." He said huge grin. "What would you like for breakfast?"

I wrapped my hand around his cock and held his balls with the other, "I'm thinking sausage and eggs in bed."

I was looking forward to another day hanging with the old man.