Fathers Day Surprise Day 4

DAY 4

It was checking out day and no alarm broke the silence this morning, instead the rippling sound of dads' ass cheeks slapping together as wind exhaled outwards woke me from my sleep. I laid on my back and contemplated the night before.

Had it really happened? Had I really fucked my dad? Had he really sucked my cock? I reached down to scratch my balls, my boxers coated in the powdery remains of last nights' episode. The sounds from my dad and the contents of my boxers were pointing to 'YES'.

Sliding the boxers off under the blankets, I leaned over my side away from dads' bed and pushed them under as far as I could. Leaning over pounded my hangover head. The Jack Daniels from last night had blocked out some thoughts of what I had done. But now I started remembering what had occurred and was beginning to get an erection.

Throwing the blanket off me, I ran to the bathroom. I could still hear my father's sleeping noises. My first call was natures. Pushing my cock downwards towards the bowl, a jet of piss hit the side then into the water below. I pushed down further. It began to ache with the force of my fingers. As the jet eased, my fingers allowed my shaft a little more freedom.

Sliding the foreskin right down, the last droplets spilled off the end of my head and splashed into the bowl. My cock still rigid, I had to do something with it. Turning my head slightly, I listened to what my father was doing. His gargling throat suggested he was still in slumber land, giving me time for morning pleasure.

My finger now wrapped around the shaft. I slid the foreskin back over the hood. My mushroom head no longer showing, instead shrouded with a warm enveloping skin. I slid the foreskin back down again. Slowly building up pressure, my hips joined in the action. I felt myself fucking my hand and remembered the night before.

Guilty thoughts hit my brain, "What if he found out, how mad would he be?"

Then the lust kicked in. "But it was Dark, He would never know it was me."

"He would kill me if he knew."

"He was as horny as me and would have done the same as me in that situation."

"I'm sorry daddy."

"I'm sorry, oh daddy." The cum spurted into the toilet bowl and onto the seat, my fingers coated in the warm sperm dripping from my foreskin now covering the cock head. Using toilet paper I wiped the seat, threw it into the bowl and flushed. The water spiralled down with piss, paper and sperm in one action.

"What you up to?" The sound of my fathers' voice bellowed from the bedroom.

"Just going in the Shower dad."

The hot water splashed down my body and washed away the sins of my father from my skin. I could not control my thoughts within my brain, and different scenarios rattled through my head. Should I talk to my father? Should I remain Quiet? The shower curtain suddenly pulled open by my naked father.

"Hurry up lad, you've been in their over 20 minutes."

His words broke me out of my daze as he passed me a towel and brushed past me, his cock accidently catching my buttock as he stood beneath the gushing water. I pulled the curtain across, then dried myself.

In the bedroom, I had finally filled the suitcase of my dirty washing from the weekend. Toiletries and a towel the last to go in before closing the case. My dad now dried and also filling his case, he checked the drawers. A single sock and a random battery. Kneeling on the floor, he lifted the covers on his bed and peered underneath. I immediately did the same on my side, remembering the cum stained boxers.

"Nothing under mine." I decided to leave my underwear for the cleaners.

Our cases ready, we made our way down to the lobby.

"Did you have a good time?" The receptionist asked, as we handed her the room cards.

"Fantastic time, thanks, my son really gave me a weekend I will never forget." My dad looked at me and smiled.

I felt my face go bright red. I know he meant the Father's Day gift, but the memory of last night came flooding back.

Suitcases in the car, Satnav set for home, we began our drive back. Kicking off his red sneakers past his yellow socks. Dad scrolled through his phone as we left International Drive for the final time and headed for the interstate.

"I have let your mom know we are leaving now."

"You do wear some strange combinations of clothing dad."

I cranked the radio up and the long drive began.

The traffic was steady all the way right through to Interstate 10, then a few minor road works before a further two hours of clear roads. Country music on the radio and dad asking me if I had enjoyed the weekend as much as he had.

Passing a sign for a Rest Area. "Can we get off at this exit bud, I could do with a dump."

I signalled and drove off into the exit. It seemed to be fairly quiet, a couple of trucks, three cars and the café looked to be closed, but had a vending machine. Pulling into the parking spot, dad put his sneakers back on and headed for the John.

I turned the engine off and got out and headed for the vending machine. Pushing a note in, it threw it back at me. Trying again, it threw it back. Third time and success, a can of Pepsi dropped to the bottom. Back at the car, I put the can in the door pocket and locked it back up again.

"Think I need a piss before we go as well."

Over in the bathroom area I noticed an entrance and exit for the men's. The Entrance door was open with a wooden peg under as a wedge. Just to my left were the urinals. Unzipping my jeans, I let the piss gush out against the porcelain. As I cleaned my foreskin I turned my head to the sound of grunts. Probably my dad having a shit. I smirked to myself. Then another grunt, this time I recognised it as sex.

Walking away from the urinal, I didn't use the flusher on the top, so it didn't make any noise. Looking further up into the bathroom, there were 8 cubicles on the right. The first 6 cubicles were all open, the last 2, near to the exit, had their doors closed. I slowly walked nearer. The grunts got louder.

I knelt on the cold tiled floor to see what was happening. In cubicle 7 I could see a pair of feet facing cubicle 8. In cubicle 8, a pair of red sneakers, yellow socks and a pair of shorts, standing away from cubicle 7. I moved closer to the doors.

Through the door gap of cubicle 7 I could see the stomach and legs of a guy up against the partition wall. As he moved backwards, his cock appeared from out of the partition. Fuck. Was he fucking my dad?

I moved slowly to look into Cubicle 8. Through this gap I could see a bending ass, slightly moving back and forth and glimpses of a cock appearing and disappearing. This was my fathers' ass, there on his left cheek was the skull. My own cock sprung to attention again. I went back to watching at cubicle 7. Taking my cock out I started to wank.

The vigour of Cubicle 7 sliding inside my dads' ass looked so hot, his cock similar to mine in size. I could see it slide through the potential gloryhole and back through again into my fathers' hole. As my strokes increased, the door to cubicle 7 opened.

He must have been around 25, short hair, moustache, great smile. He reached down and grabbed my shaft firmly. Squeezing it tight, he continued to plough my father. I had an idea. I quickly got my phone out and typed a message on my screen.

"Cum inside the guy you're fucking then slide out and let me carry on fucking him but be quiet leaving so he doesn't know I am here."

I showed him the message, he smiled and nodded. Wanking my shaft, he pushed deeper into the gloryhole I could now see clearly in the wall. A few more pushes, then he lifted his hand and raised his thumb. Sliding his cock out we changed places quietly. I slid my cock through the hole in the partition.

Fingers grabbed my shaft from the other side and I felt warm flesh engulf me. I was back inside my dad. My new friend smiled at me and pulled the door towards him as he put his cock back in his pants. I Leaned over and locked the cubicle door. My accomplice must have left via the entrance as I didn't hear the door open.

Now firmly back inside my father, I continued to fuck the hole I was in last night, I didn't care he was in the next cubicle. I didn't care he was my dad. I just wanted my seed deep in his ass again. I wanted to breed him. Have my cum inside him for the rest of the journey home. Holding onto the partition wall above, my shaft glided smoothly through the hole inside him.

I knew I didn't have long and I didn't know how I was going to get out of the bathroom without dad knowing it was me, but for the next few minutes. Dads' hole was mine. I felt his sphincter tighten around my cock. I pushed harder, my balls cried out for release. It was time to unload again, deep into the bowels of my parent. I could feel it shoot hard inside his walls, then sliding my spent cock out from him, my sperm dribbled against the gloryhole.

As I wiped my penis, Dads' cock came through the hole. What the fuck? This was unreal. I get to fuck him and suck him again, and if I am quick enough, I can get out before he knows it was me.

I grabbed his dick and pulled the foreskin down. Getting to my knees I licked the mushroom head. My tongue tasting the precum from the tip. As my lips kissed the head, my hand gripped firmly around the shaft. Sliding down, the rhythm motion of in and out. Taking it into my throat as much as the partition would let me.

Looking upwards I could see dad had now grabbed the partition top to steady himself, and to allow his cock to slide through as far as he could. Taking my hand off the shaft, my mouth now engulfed the full length down to the wall. Nearly choking, I started again. This time a little faster. My rhythm faster each time. Precum building from the end.

I heard a noise from the other side of the wall, a gasp, a high-pitched yelp, the first shot was unexpected and hit me on the face. I grabbed the cock and sucked it. The second load I swallowed, followed by the third and fourth and fifth.

Dad pulled his cock out from the hole. As I grabbed some toilet paper to wipe the cum that dripped from my chin, I heard the toilet flush and the toilet door open. Damn, that was going to be my chance to get out before him. The sound of the taps and blower blasted and then the Sound of a Door nearby creaked, which I assumed to be the Exit Door. Phew, it looks like I was saved.

I quickly wiped my face and decided I would sneak out through the entrance door and walk around the back and pretend I had been walking about waiting for Dad while he was doing his business. I flushed the toilet and opened the door. There in front of me, standing at the sink, crossed arms, smiling back at me, was my dad. My whole body felt faint.

"Fancy a chat Kid?"

We sat in the car, my body shaking. Did he know all this time? I stared down at my feet.

"Dad, I'm sorry"

"What for?"

He placed his hand on my knee.

"I enjoyed it, didn't you?"

I looked him in the eye. "Yes, but it's wrong."

"It's only wrong if neither of us didn't want to do it. You wanted to last night, didn't you?"

My expression must have looked puzzled as dad smiled at me again.

"It's okay kid, I knew it was you. I was expecting you to come and kick your old mans ass, or come and fuck it. I am glad you fucked it."

"But how, how did you know it was me?"

"You know that app you youngsters have for dating or casual hook ups. Well sometimes old timers like us, can download and use it too."

He lifted his phone and showed me the app. There on his phone he showed me my profile and my distance of 1 meter away.

"Where ever we have gone this weekend, whenever I have checked the app, this profile was 1 meter away. I thought it was too much of a coincidence. From Alabama on day one of our journey, to this very spot. "

I sighed as I knew he had me. I looked down at my phone and put my app on, and sure enough, my dads profile showed 1 meter, the same.

"I've been so horned up in a morning when I woke up, knowing you liked cock too. I have even shown you the goods to see if you were interested, but I didn't want to push it, incase I was going to get a whippin for being your dad. I use to jerk off in the shower every morning thinking of you."

I gave him a smile as my thoughts went back to first shot of dads cum I had tasted on the shower walls.

Dad looked me in the eyes. "How did it go with the Guy off the Monorail? He nearly knocked me flying he was in such a hurry to hook up with you."

"He was okay, I could ask how that marine went?"

Dad laughed as he ruffled my hair.

"I don't think I need to tell you I am gay now, do I."

"Kiddo, I have known for years, so has your mother and sister, but that's up to you if you want to tell anyone. Your mom has no idea I like cock though, so that is between you and me. Shall we get off home?"

The engine kicked in and we were on our way.

"This will always be my best surprise from you Kid. Perhaps one day, you might want to join me and my work buddies when we watch the game in the basement."