Dad And I Take A Working Vacation Ch 02

I wake up before the alarm sounds, so I contemplate getting up early to start the day. Instead, I just lay in bed trying to process what happened last night. It was all so unexpected. I had started teasing my son, Josh, on the first day when I saw him get obviously excited when we stripped half naked, doing what we could to escape the heat. It was fun, and I was surprised to find that I enjoyed doing it. But the porn video was legitimately unanticipated. And for it to be porn that so succinctly aligned with my kink was just serendipity. The whole thing was incredibly hot. I haven't had a JO buddy since my college roommate, and I think I missed the camaraderie involved in satisfying our dicks. It's not that I am attracted to men, and I'm certainly not attracted to my son, but I do enjoy pleasuring myself with another person.

I've had a few truly gay experiences growing up, but I have only ever been physically and romantically drawn to women. I don't mind dick, but it's not a matter of attraction for me. I like dicks for their potential and the sense of brotherhood. It is something I didn't fully realize until I met my cumslut wife. I guess somewhere along the way my fantasies got entangled with hers. Not that it matters, I guess. I love women and I love cum. Cum on women, cum in women, whatever. It's hot. I also like watching men ejaculate, knowing the bliss coursing through them as it funnels through their cock as they unload. I think I just enjoy sharing the experience of pleasure. There really is no better source of male bonding... which is why I started my son and I down this nebulous path in the first place, I suppose.

I really did not have some devious 12-point plan in place, I was just having fun teasing my son. It was all just an organic extension of our already existing bond. I would have loved to have a more open relationship with my father, and now Josh knows more about me than anybody besides my wife. And I am learning more about him. I think it's pretty cool. And he seems to be into it. I suspect he may be as big of a deviant as me, a thought that makes me laugh internally. The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree and all that. But fuck it, we can be pervs together if that is what he wants. I can be a safe haven for him as he discovers about himself and his particularities, whatever they may be.

My musing is interrupted by the horrible buzzing of the nearby alarm clock. I reach over and smash it hard, kind of hoping that it breaks. It doesn't. I just sigh and prepare myself for whatever the day brings.

I look at the next bed over and call out to Josh's sleeping form. He is lying motionless on his bed, splayed out in the heat like he's trying to keep any parts of himself from touching. At some point he kicked off the thin sheet, revealing his young, toned body, covered only by his little briefs that he fills out quite nicely. He really is a good-looking kid, getting the best qualities from me and his mom. He is going to be a commodity when he gets to college, particularly if he can hold onto that physique of his. "Josh!" I yell over again, trying to rouse him. It's insane that he can sleep through that horrible alarm.

I let out a heavy sigh before forcing myself up. Having a mattress on the floor really is no way to live. I walk over and give Josh's bed a few kicks, which finally succeeds in getting him to acknowledge the waking world, and he too begins to shuffle out of his bed.

We both mill about in the kitchen, half awake, in search of breakfast and coffee. The temperature makes it so neither of us attempts to put on anything more than the underwear we slept in. I can see Josh sporting some morning wood as he is moves about, his dick probably half erect if I try to judge. I am a little disappointed to see how uncomfortable he is just openly existing with it, always trying to hide it or position it away from me. We make small talk, making a game plan for the workday. I give some thought to bringing up last night but can't think of how to do it gracefully. When he finishes his breakfast, he gets up from his seat at a weird angle, trying to hide his hard-on, which has apparently not completely subsided. I just kind of roll my eyes, but when I see him reach down to try and adjust himself, I see an opening. I give him a chuckle to try and put him at ease, "Hey now, don't forget we have work to do before we get to play with our dicks. Save it for tonight."

He gives what I am sure is a genuine smile, but he pairs it with a nervous laugh. He seems uneasy with attention being called to erection. I sigh internally. I would think he wouldn't still be so gun shy after what happened. But I suppose last night was more of an exhibition for me than for him. Poor guy never even managed to take his cock out. Thinking about it again starts to give me a chubby, but I try not to dwell on it as the conversation moves on.

I make us another pot of terrible instant coffee, and his hard-on fades as the morning progresses. I am surprised it lasted so long, but I guess that is one of the blessings of youth. We continue to chat as we nurse our mugs, both of us preferring to plan the work rather than actually do it. I am happy to see that our everyday relationship seems unchanged. Having a new JO bud would be great, but I would never want that at the cost of what we already had.

As we finish, I watch Josh as he starts to clean up from breakfast. Him in his little briefs. They really do a wonderful job of highlighting his physical assets. His package looks so full and heavy and his ass so brawny. I'm going to have to get me a few pairs when we get back. Or maybe just keep wearing his.

The actual workday is a slog. We make some good progress, but it is still hot as hell inside this house, although maybe a little better than yesterday? It's hard to tell. Although the lack of extra layers definitely helped. And it was great to see Josh become more comfortable being nearly naked with me. By the end of the day, he might as well have been wearing his typical T-shirt and shorts combo, his body posture and demeanor becoming more and more casual as the day progressed.

Thinking about it while we worked, I decided that I am not going to bring up having another movie night again. I made that one comment this morning, which I think made my position pretty clear. Other than that, we hadn't really spoken about it throughout the day. I need to be sure that it is something that he desires and that it's not just a path that I am leading him down. He has to want it. It's only fun if we are both equal and willing participants.

As the sun starts to set, we finally call it a day. We worked longer than we typically did, but the week is practically over and there is still so much to do. Over dinner we talk about life, his plans for the future, and my time at college. As we laugh talk and laugh together, I am once again struck with gratitude that I got this opportunity to spend this time with him before he leaves for school next year.

Josh finishes first, pushing his empty plate away from him and as he leans back from the kitchen counter where we take our meals. I am starting to think that he isn't going to say anything. Maybe we are just going to finish our meal, take our showers, and get a good night's rest. I spear the last of the broccoli on my plate, surprised at how disappointed I am at the thought. Then I hear him finally say it, "So dad... is it time to play with our dicks yet?"

I let out a strong, short belly laugh, completely caught off guard by the forwardness of his question. My reaction makes his face turn red, but he is smiling just the same. I give him a big smile of my own, "Absolutely, but we have to wash all this sweat off first. After we bath, let's see if we can't find something to watch that appeals to us." He nods in agreement as he gathers our empty plates and starts cleaning up, moving faster than I think I have seen him move all day. It makes me laugh again when he chases me off to go take my shower. I guess he is a little eager. I stand up from the counter and wait for him to look over at me from the other side of the counter. When he does, I reach down and pretend to adjust myself in my sweaty underwear, taking longer than would reasonably be necessary. My cock starts to stiffen as I fondle my package in front my wide-eyed son. I see his dick immediately shoot up to strain against the fabric of his briefs, I let out a laugh and turn to start my shower. I quickly grab a new pair of underwear from Josh's bag and call over my shoulder as I exit down the hallway, "And you had better not start without me."

I take a nice cold shower, my cock not really subsiding given the expectation of what is to come. I dry off and throw on the briefs I grabbed, this pair a dark camo-green color that I actually like. As I exit the bathroom, Josh is waiting by the door. I can see that he is still rock hard. He is eager indeed. Again, the thought makes me chuckle. I give him a friendly slap on the back as we pass each other, "Now that is the kind of enthusiasm that I like to see, son!" My eyes darting down to his stiff member to make it clear what I am talking about. He gives another nervous chuckle and slips into the bathroom. I head back into the living room, grinning ear to ear.

I flop back on my bed, taking up the remote to flip through the channels while Josh takes his shower. I assume my normal position, my legs fully splayed out, with my left hand behind my head, ensuring that my son has an unobstructed view of me and my dick. Posing like this makes my dick stir and I start to reach down to fondle myself but stop. If he didn't start without me, I suppose I shouldn't start without him. I pull my hand back with a sigh and try to entertain and distract myself.

Josh finally appears in the hallway. I am glad to see he is still sporting a nice, young, hard dick. It looks like it may have been a struggle to get that thing tucked back into his briefs, although they were doing an admirable job of keeping it contained. He shouldn't have even bothered. I would have loved to see him come out here with his dick free to the air, letting me see how excited he is, so we could share in his horniness together. He quickly makes his way over to his mattress and flops back onto it.

As he settles himself, I toss him the remote, "Yesterday's video was seemingly tailor made for me, and you got to see what gets me all horned up. Today, I want to see what makes your dick hard." I shoot him a wry grin, "Or what makes it harder, I guess. Choose whatever you want, no judgement."

He smiles as he takes up the remote and flips through to the porn channels available for order. I don't say anything as he pulls up a few movies in sequence, reading their descriptions before flipping to the next option. He talks briefly about the potential merits of each one. I want to respond, but don't want to influence his decision at all. I want him to pick something that he wants to experience, so I hold my tongue, although my dick is getting harder by the second. I just give him noncommittal noises to show that I am listening to him. After reading four or five summaries, he says, "Honestly Dad, I don't know enough to know what makes my... dick hard." He only faulters a little, looking over to me for some guidance.

I can't help myself any longer, "Well, I can take a couple guesses based on last night." I turn on my side just a little, giving him a better view and then grab the manhood still imprisoned in my briefs and shake it at him. We both laugh, me at my own joke, him I think because he's nervous, although he does seem to be loosening up. I see his dick flex in his briefs as I grope myself. Called it.

"Maybe this will help," and I fully slide off my briefs, kicking them to the little open area between our beds. I am now completely naked, my cock exposed and on full display. I have been at various degrees of stiffness since dinner, but this act of exhibitionism has me rock hard. I give my cock a few strokes to celebrate its liberation.

At some point I guess Josh had just picked a movie, because I realized that the screen had come to life. I'm not sure what he picked, but it looked like it was already part of the way through. It showed a smartly dressed woman walking down a busy street, presumably on her way to work. The camera gave us a few good up skirt shots as she walked, showing her panties, a set of thin, smooth thighs.

I look over at Josh. Although he had picked a movie, his attention was completely on me. I grip my dick at its base, encircling it with my thumb and index finger, using enough pressure to act like an impromptu cock ring. The rest of my fingers lay across my balls. The compression makes my cock swell, and I bounce it back and forth. "You like cock, son?" I ask, raising my eyebrows at him, "there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. You know that, right?"

His face colors slightly as he answers, "Yeah, Dad, I know that." He lays his hand over his own bulge and starts rubbing himself as he studies my cock as I bounce it around, "But I don't know. I am pretty sure I don't want to date guys or anything like that, but..." he trails off.

When he doesn't continue, I prod him, "But what? You know me, now I want to know you. Tell me," I say casually, still idling waving around and playing with cock.

He stops fondling himself, resting his hand on his bulge, just squeezing it. He waits a beat, then tears his gaze away from my erect penis so he can look me in the eye, "But hard dicks excite me." He starts to fondle himself again as he explains, "Like in the locker room, I think about it, but I have never really experienced... until yesterday... seeing your cock made me so horny-" He starts to slowly stroke his hard-on through his briefs, but I immediately interrupt him.

"Oh no, none of that now. I'm fully out here," and I lift my hips a little to emphasize my exposed dick, still gripping at the base tight enough to make it swell. "It's time to see what you are working with over there." I fall back to my bed and Josh gives me a nervous smile. I look back at the TV, trying to put him at ease by giving him a moment of privacy. "Besides, your cock looks like it's about to break free if you don't release it soon anyway," I say, still not looking in his direction.

The movie has finally gotten through whatever plot bullshit and is starting to pick up. The main actor, a blonde, looks to be having her first encounter with another woman, a brunette. They are necking, kissing and groping each other when one of the women slides off her blouse, fulling revealing her tits. The other woman reaches over and begins to massage and pinch at the freshly exposed nipples. It's all unfolding very slowly, and I have a feeling that it's going to be a little too vanilla for my taste. I find that lesbian porn can be very hit or miss for me. But as long as Josh likes it, it's all fine by me.

After giving him a few moments to settle into his nudity, I look back over to my son, wanting to see his cock. I see him laid out on his bed and he's doing a very slow stroke, more playing with himself than actually jerking off. He sees me looking over at him and positions his body at a slight angle, gripping his cock at its base and waving it at me, exactly like I had just done to him. It makes me chuckle, both because of the mimicry and because it's nice to see him loosen up.

"So... what do you think?!" he asks, stopping the motion and holding his cock still.

I give it a good look, openly inspecting his manhood. I start slowly stroking my shaft. He has a great looking dick. He keeps his pubic hair trimmed down, shorter than mine, almost shaved, but I already knew that due to his low-cut briefs. His cock actually looks a lot like mine in its general dimensions and shape, although my cock head is more pronounced than his. He looks to be about the same length as me, which is around 7". He is slightly thicker than me around the shaft, but the head of his dick is more proportional, meaning my dick is still thicker at its fattest. His balls are something else though. I am kind of shocked at how low they hang. I have no doubt they would be laying on the mattress if he let them freely drape over his taint. I guess that is why he loves his briefs so much, anything looser and he would probably end up sitting on them. His balls are also completely shaved too, which is impressive given their size. I can't see a single hair anyway on his sack.

"Damn son, look at the balls on you!" I chuckle at my own joke, "but you have a great dick. Really. You should be proud to show it." He beams at my compliment, and I can see his body and muscles ease as he falls back into a more comfortable position. He starts to do the slow stroke thing he was doing before. We both turn back to the TV and watch for a little bit.

Both women are now naked, and the blonde woman is kissing her way down to the brunette's pussy, which has a little landing strip beckoning the blonde to keep moving south. I watch him idlily masturbate while I do the same, both our attentions split between each other and the TV.

When I get bored with the porn that's playing, I pull my left hand from its resting place behind my head and stretch it straight up in the air, drawing Josh's attention, "I think you may actually be a little thicker than me." I hold my cock at its base again, giving him a chance to check the validity of my statement. He gives a little harrumph and slides his hand down to hold his dick at the base as well. I return my left hand to its resting place behind my head

"The head on your dick is so huge. There's no way mine is thicker," he says. I start stroking again and he shortly follows. It looks like he wants to say something more as he chews on his lip. I say nothing, giving him the time he needs. After a moment, he comes out with it, "When I first saw how thick it was, I thought about you... with mom..."

"...Yeah?" I ask when he doesn't finish the thought. He has to ask me what he wants to know. I want him to ask. I want to hear him say it.

"Like, when you first put it in her. Does she like it? With how big it is I mean." As he finishes the question, his voice is getting quicker with excitement, as is his hand, not just idling playing with his cock like before. Very interesting. And this is not the first time he has specifically asked about me fucking his mom.

"Oh, she definitely likes it." I stop stroking and grip my cock at the base yet again, causing it to swell as I examine it, "Not all the women I have been with have enjoyed it, but the majority, I think. I believe the bigger a slut the woman is, the more they like it. And your mom is a quite a slut." I chuckle at the comment and start stroking my shaft again, staying under the cock head in question.

"How? How is Mom a slut?" he asks, his voice getting huskier.

Well, there it is, that seems pretty conclusive. I think I made another discovery about my son. But I wonder if it's his mom, or the thought of me fucking his mom, or just the thought of his mom fucking. All three work for me. Actually, this whole week has been illuminating. So far, I know of two things that are sure to make Josh's cock diamond hard. My cock, and my wife. I can use both to feed his fetishes, then, when he is ready to explode, he can feed mine. It really is an ideal situation for a JO buddy and for two guys looking to get off together. And the fact that he is my son actually makes it even better. It makes me smile to think about our newly minted, barrier-free relationship forged in the fires of our mutual perversions. After this, there really will not be anything that we can't talk about, experience or maybe even do. My cock throbs at the thought.

"Before I answer that, let's settle the size question once and for all," I say as I stand up from the mattress, my dick bobbing in my front of me. I can see Josh's hand still moving quickly as still lays on his mattress on the ground. He looks up at me from under my cock, and it is kind of hot to be lording over him like this. It makes my cock bounce as it throbs, and I instinctually start caressing it again. I nod my head over to the spot next to me, and he scrambles up to his feet. His face seems to come mere inches away from my cock as he stands, even though he could have gotten up from anywhere along the side of his bed. When he claims the spot next to me, I give him a playful little push with my shoulder, and he falls back a little, laughing. I chuckle too, but the physical contact sends a shiver through me, and I want more.