Watch, But Won't Touch - Part 2 {mxb}
My dad gave me away to a bunch of guys for them to record and make them gape my boy hole with their fat man cocks.
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It was a nice looking hotel from what I saw on their webpage. It even had two pools. One was outside and buffered from the town it was located in by at least fifty feet of grass, hedges and tall evergreen trees. The second pool was inside and on a lower level. It seemed to be part of a spa. Maybe I was wrong and it was just a very large hot tub or heated pool.
There was a gift shop and restaurant on the first floor of this ten-story building. We were getting a room on the fourth floor, but it was far cheaper than any suite located on the top floor never mind the ninth.
We weren't even going home on my last day of classes. The car had been packed a few days before and Dad was picking me up after school for the three-hour drive there.
Most of my friends weren't going anywhere for the break and told me to send them pics. Cassy wanted one of my Dad in a pair of swimming shorts. Any shot where he was mostly naked would do. She wasn't picky. She was half-joking at the time, but I knew she wouldn't mind if I got them for her all the same. I just might.
The day has arrived. Dad reminded me that he was picking up at four. My last class ended at three, but he couldn't leave work any earlier. I told him that I hadn't forgotten as I rushed out the door to catch the bus.
Some kids didn't even bother showing up, so most of the day was a very relaxed version of a normal school day. So much so, we were allowed to work on our homework and ask the teachers for help and explanations on the questions.
I acted normal since I didn't have a reason not to as I talked with my friends and finished most of my homework. When I waved my friends good-bye and sat down on the curb to wait for my Dad to show up, I remembered the phone call. I hadn't been able or lucky enough to walk in on another one, so I didn't know when I, we, would be seeing them. Did my Dad arrange a meet up that night? A few nights into our vacation? I didn't know. For all I knew, my Dad could have called it off if he wasn't happy with something about this get-together.
I opened my phone and saw notices of three people as the boasted about being on their way to the airport. I then flipped to the game that I had started to play in one of my last classes. Four wins and as I looked up once again at the sound of a car coming up to the school, I saw my Dad's car. I got up, grabbed my bag and got in.
"I hope you aren't too hungry," My Dad started. "To make good time, we are going to eat when we get there," he tells me as I buckled myself in.
We got to the hotel around seven, and just dropped our stuff in the room before turning around and heading to the restaurant downstairs. There was pasta, cheese, and meat in what I ate. It tasted great, but I couldn't remember what it was called.
With a full belly, I was more than ready for bed as we made our way back up to our room. Dad used the shower first and I looked at what I had packed, and just realizing what I had done. I only wore my underwear to bed these days, so I didn't even think of packing a set of pjs. I guess I could wear some shorts over my underwear. By the time the shower was free, I had picked out my thinnest pair and was waiting at the door.
I didn't waste any time and was out of the shower and dressed for bed in ten, fifteen minutes max. When I got out, Dad was sitting up in bed, clicking through channels.
"I'm going to sleep," I told him even as I yawned.
"Ok, I'll keep the volume down," he said as I watched him lower the sound on the tv.
I walked over and gave him a quick kiss goodnight before laying on my own bed with my back to him. Our suite came with two twin beds. Of course, it did. My Dad wouldn't have rented a room where we would have to share a bed.
He would not touch me himself. At least, I hoped, until I was older. And by then, he said, he didn't think it would be something that I would still want.
Neither of us would know until that time came. But right now, as I laid in bed, waiting to fall asleep, I knew what we both wanted it at the moment.
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A new day came with my Dad waking me up by brushing my hair away from my forehead. Why he was doing that?
"Dad?" I asked in confusion as I looked at him.
"Time to wake up and get out to the beach before it gets too hot," he tells me.
"Ok," I start. "But what's with playing with my hair?" I asked him as I stayed where I was.
"Just me being old," he says with a small laugh before getting up. "I ordered breakfast," Dad told me as he moved to sit in a chair and picks up his phone. "It should be here soon. Go wash your face and brush your teeth," he tells me.
I rub my eyes as I got up and made my way to the bathroom. I walked straight to the toilet to pee, and as I reached in to pull out my dick, I was confused when I felt more fabric for a moment before I remembered that I wore two layers to bed last night.
So instead of gripping and pulling out my dick, I ended up giving myself a brief handjob through my briefs. It didn't help that my dick was already hard. It was a part of my life now. I woke up every day with wood. I needed my other hand to hold the waistbands away from my body so I could pull out my dick that was now more sensitive to anything that touched it. There was no way I was going to be able to pee until I had taken care of it.
I leaned my arm against the wall and laid my forehead against it as I started to jerk off while aiming my dick down towards the toilet. I hadn't had sex yet, so I just remembered how I felt every time I ever masturbated and added in the sounds and pictures from the recent porn material that I had acquired. I stroked my dick as I imagined another cock sliding in and out of my ass.
I was never interested in feeling a body around my cock, but the thought of feeling one in my ass had me on the verge of cumming any moment now. I bit my lower lip as I stroked faster. Almost...
"Richard," my Dad called, and I came, and I came hard. I was up on my toes as I went taut from the force my body used to ejaculate the cum from my body. My heart was beating hard in my chest as I tried to understand how it went from feeling really good to something just on the other side of great.
"Richard," my Dad called again. "Are you ok in there?" he asked without coming into the room.
"Yeah," I said with a very odd voice. I swallowed what I could before I tried again. "Yeah. I'll be out in a minute," I answered back as I looked down at what I had done. It wasn't that messy. Most got into the bowl, but there were a few lines of cum on the tank and across the seat.
Once my feet were steady, I peed, cleaned up my mess, and moved to wash my hands. After that, I washed my face and brushed my teeth as my Dad asked. A few minutes later, I was walking out to find the table set with a delicious looking breakfast. My Dad was enjoying his share as I took my seat across from him.
"Is everything ok?" he asked me. "You took a while," Dad commented before taking a sip of his coffee.
"Everything is fine," I told him. "I just had to use the toilet is all," I said as I picked up my fork. We ate in silence as I enjoyed my plate of waffles and scrambled eggs.
"So we are going to be beach bums today?" I asked Dad before refilling my glass of orange juice.
"For a few hours. Sure," he said.
"Then?" I asked.
"Then we meet up with some friends," he casually mentions. The fork stopped partway from my plate to my mouth. I looked over at my Dad, and in my head, I saw him sitting ringside as he watched me lose my virginity. Repeatedly. Can you lose your virginity more than once?
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Just stop believing me when I say that a story will only be in two parts. And I will try to stop myself from saying that the next part will be the last or whatever.
Later.
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