Hot experience with my dad, nothing to crazy happens but to my horny 18 yo brain at the time this was the best life was ever going to get.

This was about a decade ago. My dad asked me if I wanted to miss a week of school and go up north, 4 hours away from where we live. He is a mechanic and every 2 years or so he goes back to take classes to stay up to date on all the new technology and models. I thought this was a little strange, we never spent any time together. But I was happy to have time to bond with my dad so I agreed. He told me all I'd be doing was staying in the hotel room while he was in class so I'd have to entertain myself while he was away. I had Pokémon games to play and the hotel television so I was sure I wouldn't be bored. But I'd take the boredom to get to have 1 on 1 time with dad for the first time.

The car ride up was quiet, boring, but thankfully not awkward. We had gotten to the hotel and I remember my dad not being able to stop talking about how excited he was for the pool. Talking about having a speedo he is going to wear for the first time. He can't wait to swim in his new speedo. I thought it was a little weird, but I grew up with my dad walking around in just white briefs all day so I didn't really dwell on the topic to much. (No matter how much I enjoyed the sight)

My dad was very reclusive, no friends or companions outside of work. So I chalked up his excitement to having a buddy to talk to. Every night he would go swimming in the pool. He'd go down in his swimming trunks, but come back up in just his blue speedo and towel around his shoulders covering nothing. Modesty was not something my dad was familiar with, but i wasn't upset over it. He did ask me every night if I wanted to join him, I use to be on a swim team and it really was the only sport I was good at. I declined though because I was more than happy to relax in the bedroom (and hide my boner). He always tried coaxing me but I just stayed upstairs. I was usually in bed for the night by the time he came back up from the pool. I'd still be awake, but the lights would be off and I'd secretly watch and wait for the door frame to open to see my dad. Nearly naked and wet, backdropped by the bright lights in the hallway. My dad was a former Bodybuilder and, although he had quit when my 3rd sibling was born, still had the mass and muscle. A large chest was his most defining feature which I wish I could see bounce all day long. His legs and arms were relatively thick and he was covered in dad muscle everywhere but his stomach. His body was hairless except some dark hair on his arms and legs and a thick bush.

When he would close the door behind and go into the bathroom and turn the light on. The door cracked so I wouldn't be waken up by the bathroom flashbang. I would catch him peeking at me while he thought I slept. I never got a good look at him any of those nights, but that changed.

One night we had decided to walk to a theater nearby and see the new Penguins of Madagascar movie. After the movie, dad suggested we go grab some pizza from a place we had walked by on our way to the theater. Sounded good to me. It was a local pizzeria covered in the towns newspaper articles, little league trophies, etc. But at this time of day it was pretty quiet. While we were waiting for our pizza dad decided to start drinking. We walked here so he didn't have to worry about driving or how much he drank. Over the course of the hour he talked about how he wish things were different and he loved me and was jealous of my freedom. He knew I was gay, and was not outwardly accepting of it at all (one of the reasons I wanted this bonding time with dad). After a few beers, nothing crazy, we started back to the hotel room.

I was tired from the fun we had in town, nothing much but a lot more then I've ever done with dad. I remember asking him he was going to the pool. We had barely gotten through the door and he was stripping down to his white briefs, which is why I asked. He collapsed on the bed and lay out on his back like a starfish. What he said next made my heart jump in my throat.

"I'll find another way to get wet"

My back was to him, thank God, my dick was hard almost instantly. I assumed the comment had to be innocent because of his conservative nature and values. I told him good luck as I changed into my Pajamas. I could feel him looking at me. It felt like ages as I kept my back to him hiding my boner. I couldn't look back at my dad while he was in this position so I squeezed under the covers of my bed and tried to think of something else. Silence hung in the air for a second, my ears feeling warm from the excitement racing through my mind.

"I miss you cuddling me kid"

I slowly turned over to look at him, still spread out like he was but now his hands behind his head. After a few seconds, I slowly stood up and moved over to his bed looking down at him. He shuffled a little in place and looked at me. With that I sat down at the edge of his bed, my back to him as I gripped the edge of the bed hard. I couldn't think straight. I felt his leg near me move up, giving me a path to crawl in at the foot of the bed.

"It's ok"

I spun around and positioned myself in front of his crotch. Looking down at me he smiled and nestled himself in his spot smiling. I slowly brought my face down to his white briefed crotch, staring at him the entire time. Waiting for him to yell at me, scold me, push me away, disown me. But he just wiggled again, smiling. After that my nose was inches from his cock, now pronounced in his underwear. I lightly and slowly traced the outline of his cock head with my nose. Positioning myself down more I nudged at his heavy ball sack through his undies. Heavy like mine. Sweet and salty smelling like mine. A little damp. I rose up enough to let my fingers wrap around the elastic of his underwear and pull them down. All I could see was that thick dark bush and his semi hard cock. I held it back with the elastic until he flexed and forced his cock to spring out. It was about 6.5 inches and curved downward like mine, although I'm 7.5 inches. His head was flared like mine, but more pronounced ridges. I didn't get a good look at his balls but they were heavy looking and large like mine. A cock so similar to mine, but so different. I couldn't control myself as I slowly brought his mushroom head into my mouth. My eyes rolled back as sweet pre cum oozed onto my tongue and his cock flexed. My heart was beating in my ears and my chest hurt I was so excited and horny. I swear my cock was a faucet of pre cum as I suckled on the tip of my dad's dick.

I had gotten up to take my father all in, illuminated by the light of the moon through our open window. Right as I was about to crawl up and enjoy his chest, he had pulled his briefs back up and padded me on the cheek.

"Thanks kid. Baby steps"

He than turned to his side and basically pretended I didn't exist. I went back to my bed, hard as a rock and dripping with pre cum in my boxers. As he slept I whipped out my dick and just let it spray all over me quietly. I could finally breathe again after the intense orgasm, and passed out covered in my cum

I had woken up the next day to him gone, he had went to class and when he had gotten back everything went back to normal like nothing happened. I've been to scared to approach him about this and pray he will take another step with his son so we can bond like family is meant to.