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!"
