This is my first story that contains male on male action. If that does not interest you, please feel free to check out one of my other stories.
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After five hours in the car, Greg and I were bursting to get out. While the drive home from the city usually only took us two hours, the Memorial Day traffic was a mess. The long drive just added to the incredibly tense situation. As we pulled into the driveway, I smiled at Greg and took his hand, a simple gesture to let him know it would all be okay.
"Are you as nervous as I am?" He asked.
"Oh, sweetie, there is nothing to worry about. Dad will love you," I replied.
The truth is I was incredibly nervous. The whole ride here, I wondered if I had made a terrible mistake inviting Greg home for the weekend, yet Dad insisted that I bring him with me. Greg and I had become increasingly serious over the past few months, and Dad wanted to be introduced to the boy who had swept me off my feet.
While I wanted them to meet, I feared what would happen when they did. Could Dad control himself seeing me happy with another man?
I've dated other guys before, but that was before everything happened. That was before Mom passed away, and my relationship with my father took a turn toward the unusual.
Walking into the house, I decided that it was all going to be okay. Convincing myself that was the only way I would make it through the weekend.
"Charlotte!" Dad shouted as he ran toward us.
With a big hug, Dad lifted me off my feet. His strong arms gripped me tight, holding me like it would be the last time he ever did.
"Dad, too tight," I coughed.
"Oh, sorry. I'm just glad you are home. And you must be Greg. I have heard so many great things about you," Dad said while extending his hand out.
"I've heard great things about you too. Your daughter speaks very highly of you. Thank you for having me up here this weekend," Greg said.
"It looks like someone was raised right," Dad laughed.
"I told you he was great, Dad," Charlotte beamed.
"Why don't you guys settle in and then we can lay by the pool and have some drink before dinner. I'm sure you guy are famished," Dad said.
I showed Greg to the guest room before heading to my own. While I am sure Dad would be fine with us sharing a room, we wanted to make the best impression we could, so we decided to separate for the weekend.
Throwing my bag on the bed, I quickly unpacked. Ever since the weather warmed up, all I have wanted to do was lay out by the pool and tan. I undressed, allowing the cool air to caress my body. After being in the car for so long, it felt great to feel so unencumbered.
I grabbed my red bikini from my suitcase and tied it on. The tiny string bikini was naughty, but I wanted to feel the sun on as much of my skin as possible.
"Don't you think that bikini is a bit much with your father around?" Greg asked when he saw me in the hall.
"Maybe, but he has seen me in much worse," I replied.
Greg looked confused but left it alone.
Dad was already at the pool, drinking a beer, when we made it down.
"You look great, honey," Dad said with a wink in his eye.
"Thanks, Dad. Greg and I have been training for a half marathon, and all that running has really gotten my body in crazy shape," I told him.
"Good for you guys. When's the race?" Dad wondered.
"In about a month. Charlotte has been pushing me like crazy. She's great at keeping me motivated," Greg responded.
While the two of them chatted, getting to know each other, I lay on the lounge chair and started applying tanning oil. I splattered the slick liquid into my palm and ran it up and down my arms and over my toned core. I lifted my right leg and then my left, taking my time to rub the oil into my tight muscles. All those hours of running had made my legs strong but also super sore. The oil dripped down my thighs, pooling in the cracks of my crotch. I scooped up the oil, allowing my hand to linger over my pussy as I did so.
Rubbing the oil into my body was making me increasingly horny. The mixture of the sun, being half naked, along with teasing myself, had my pussy leak uncontrollably.
I sighed deeply as I dripped the oil onto my very exposed chest. While my bikini held my tits in place, they left them exposed for the world to see. I grazed my hands over my breast, massaging the liquid into my heaving breasts. The feeling of my hands on my tits left me in a state of utter arousal. With my eyes closed, I continued to trail my hands over my skin, making sure there were no spots missed.
As I opened my eyes, I noticed that Greg and Dad were staring at me. While they both tried to maintain their conversation, all eyes were on me. My heart pounded in my chest, as I spoke up.
"Daddy, can you do my back?" I giggled.
Greg looked shocked that I didn't ask him, but I guess he figured that I was trying to keep our PDA to a minimum.
Dad's hands were strong. He worked his magic, manipulating the tanning oil into my sun kissed skin.
"Dad," I moaned louder than I would have liked.
Greg gave me an awkward smile. It was clear that he was confused by my moans. Yet he watched us with rapt attention.
Dad's hands roamed across my back, making their way ever closer to my thong. I pushed my ass up, letting Dad know that I wanted him to rub the oil into my exposed butt.
I smiled at Greg, as Daddy drizzled more oil onto my cheeks. Greg's cock stood at attention, a fact he did his best to hide. Yet, he never turned away from the show before him.
Greg and I had roleplayed Daddy/Daughter sex in the past, and it was clear his mind was lost in lustful thoughts.
As Dad's fingers grazed dangerously close to my bikini-covered pussy, I looked at Greg and licked my lips. I didn't know exactly what he was thinking, but I always loved seeing my boyfriend turned on.
I soon shooed my father away and thanked him for his help.
Not wanting Greg to think anything was off, I acted normally and asked him to "Pass me a beer."
"So, you guys seem pretty serious," Dad said.
"Dad," I yelped.
"It's okay. I'm very lucky to have met Charlotte. Since I have met her, I've only known happiness," Greg said.
I blushed. While I realized Greg was trying butter-up to my father, I knew he was being honest. Truth is, I felt the same way. That is why being home was so difficult.
We spent the next few hours drinking and tanning. I applied tanning oil a few more times, making sure that I got a good coating of sun. Every time I reapplied, Dad's and Greg's eyes lingered on me. It felt good having the two men in my life think I was attractive enough to drool over.
By the time we ordered in sushi, I was pretty drunk. We ate quickly and showered before heading to bed.
Once I knew Greg was asleep, I snuck into Dad's room.
"Sweetie, what are you doing in here?" Dad snapped.
"I missed you," I whined.
"I missed you too, sweetie, but with Greg here, we can't," Dad insisted.
Normally, I would have agreed, but between the booze and the long hours by the pool feeling the lust of my two men, I was insatiably horny.
I crawled onto Dad, rubbing my bare pussy on his legs, and kissed him hard on the lips. Dad resisted at first. He was trying to be responsible. He knew I loved Greg and didn't want me to jeopardize what I had with him. I felt the same way, but after months away from my father, I needed to feel him close to me.
"Baby," Dad moaned as he finally relented to my kisses.
His tongue and lips were rough from all his years, a stark contrast to Greg's soft, youthful lips. Dad kissed me hard, all his pent-up sexual energy completely becoming unleashed. It was clear Daddy missed kissing me, and I made sure to show him the feeling was mutual.
I sat up, reached for the hem of my long pajama shirt, and pulled it over my head, revealing my naked body to my father. Dad reached up, and cupped my eager tits into his large hands. Dad kneaded my tits as I pushed my chest into his palms, seeking some relief.
My father trailed his fingers around my chest, teasing me, before gently rolling my nipples between his fingers. I leaned forward, bringing my tits to his eager lips. He took turns sucking on my nipples.
"Daddy," I moaned repeatedly.
We both needed more. Dad flipped me on my back and traced his fingers over my torso before spreading my legs wide. My pussy flowered, showing him just how aroused I was.
Dad slid his middle finger between my labia. He scooped up my juices and brought his long cum covered digit to my mouth. I slurped at Dad's finger, sucking up as much of my juices as possible. Dad loved when I tasted myself, and I lived to please him.
My father continued to glide his finger up and down my wet vulva, making me squirm with delight.
"Daddy, I need you inside me," I begged.
"Are you sure? Maybe we should stop," Dad wondered.
It was clear Dad was worried that we would get caught and that this would ruin my relationship with Greg and possibly expose us to the world.
"I couldn't be surer of anything," I said as I mounted him.
Dad's cock was rock hard and sticked straight up. I took his dripping cock into my tiny hand, rubbing it against my pussy, before plunging his dick into me.
The two of us let out groans of pleasure. I sat on his dick, letting us both bath in the joy of being together. His cock pulsed inside me, making me yearn for him even more. I slowly lifted up, before sliding back down his shiny dick. I skillfully slide up and down his cock gently rolling my hips while I did so.
The look on Dad's face was priceless. It was clear he hadn't fucked since the last time we were together. I wasn't sure how long he would last, and I wanted to make sure he enjoyed this.
I took his hands and placed them on my tits and began riding Daddy. His hips met mine as his cock plunged into me. My juices were splashing everywhere, drenching our crotches in my wetness.
Sweat dripped down my forehead and onto my chest, making my tits glisten. Our slick bodies ground against each other, making the rhythm of our fucking smooth. I was about to cum, when I heard a familiar groan from the other side of the room.
Turning around, I noticed Greg standing there watching us. His hand was over his pants, rubbing his very obvious erection.
My instinct was to jump off my father and run. Surprisingly, Dad had a very different reaction. Dad held me by my thighs, making sure that I didn't dismount him.
"Why don't you come join us?" Dad asked Greg.
"What?" Greg said, surprised by the invitation.
