I walked to the cement block building that housed toilets and showers and walked through the door that was propped open for circulation. How the fuck could he do that to me? With my dad? They got quiet again as I walked past them and headed toward the showers. I walked out and slammed the door as I walked past my friends and a few dads now. “What about Mom? What …”ĭad calmly told me he was bi and Mom let him fulfill that part of his needs as long it was never with another woman. I stood and looked at dad’s cock as he stroked and then into his eyes. “Bud, Jake fucked me and Mr Thomas was coming in for sloppy seconds,” Dad chuckled like it was completely normal. “You’re laying here hard … and now you’re stroking your cock after Jake was in here and Mr Thomas came in here acting weird …”ĭad looked at me and smiled as he kept stroking. “Dad, what the fuck is going on?” I demanded. The door opened and closed again and Mr Thomas was gone again. “No big deal,” I said noticing Mr Thomas seemed nervous now. “I didn’t realize you were in here, Quinn.” Just then the door to our room opened and closed and after my eyes adjusted, I saw my friend Justin’s dad standing there in a tight pair of white briefs with a large bulge visible. “Oh nothing,” dad said, but I could tell he was lying to me.
I looked down at his thick, cut cock and balls - and he appeared to be shaving his big balls now. I’d seen my dad naked so many times in my life but never with a boner. “You’re hard,” I said as if he didn’t know. He raised his head and gave me a smile before turning onto his side toward me. I took a good look at his hot dad ass as I walked to the head of the double bed we are sharing and sat down next to him. “I’m just hot, buddy,” dad said without looking up. “Hey, dad,” I said as I closed the door behind me. The wooden door made a loud noise as I pushed it open. I jumped up from my chair and headed toward the cabin I was sharing with my dad. “What’s going on?” I asked the guys, but nobody said anything or would make eye contact with me. I watched as Matt put his hand on Jakes shoulder and talked closely to his ear. My friend Matt that I’ve known my entire life and was my oldest friend jumped up and met Jake as he walked toward the showers. “I’m going to head to the showers,” He said as he ran his hand across his pecs. “Nothing, bud,” Jake smiled as the guys chuckled some more. “What were you doing in our cabin?” I asked.
I knew that smirk on Jake’s face - he was up to something. I looked around wondering what was so funny. “What a beautiful day,” Jake said with a smirk as the guys all erupted in laughter. He was a frat brother of mine and my roommate for a few years now since we graduated college. Jake was one of four friends that were invited on the trip who had not grown up with us. About a minute later my buddy Jake walked out of the tiny cabin I was sharing with my dad. None of our dads seemed to be around, and I could tell my friends changed the subject once I sat down. My friends got quiet as I approached where they were all sitting outside out cabins.