Note: This story contains gay sex and incest.
Dad wrapped a towel around his waist and grabbed his little bag. "Supplies," he said with a wink. Heading out, Dad made Jamie follow in just his jockstrap. They wandered through the locker room and down a hall, past many men in various states of dress. Jamie felt each burning gaze, feeling very vulnerable in his current state.
The eighteen year old's form, youthful, slender, and athletic, drew the attention of many an onlooker. His uncontrollable boner jamming out the front of his skimpy jockstrap pouch broadcast his horny state to everyone who saw it. Jamie's chest and face felt red hot under the scrutiny of the other men.
Meanwhile, Dad was checking the numbers on the doors. He stopped at one door, produced a key from his bag, and opened it. They stepped inside the sauna room. Jamie's pulse pounded in his head. He was anxious from the anticipation. Was it really finally time? Was it really going to happen?
Two rows of wooden benches lined three walls, with the rear row raised up behind the front row. Sort of like bleachers, a little, Jamie thought. What a funny idea, bleachers at a sex-spa. Jamie imagined a crowd of onlookers cheering on the father and son as they engaged in their athletic lechery.
Dad strode across the room and sat on one of the benches and Jamie followed. He sat close to Dad, shy, yet eager. Dad turned towards his son, beginning his investigation of Jamie's bare, unguarded figure. He brushed Jamie's cheek, stroking his jawline and down his neck. He traced the boy's collar bone, letting his fingers flow over the gentle mounds of Jamie's strapping chest. The teen's hard, pink little nipples begged to meet those wandering fingers. Jamie's chest heaved as Dad teased the sensitive nubs, pinching, pulling lightly, gliding his finger pads over them.
Jamie sat as still a he could manage, feeling helpless under his father's skillful touch. The man's hands continued their journey, running over the teen's taut tummy, feeling his bare thighs, and moving towards the kid's raging tool.
Dad's thumb rubbed the damp shape on the brightly colored fabric, agitating the young man's engorged mushroom cap. The hand dropped, grasping at the pouch of his son's jockstrap, fingers closing around Jamie's erect cock.
He draped one arm around Jamie's shoulder, allowing him to toy with his son's nipple while teasing the boy's stiff dick. His breath was hot on Jamie's cheek. Dad was so close. He closed the gap, pressing his lips to Jamie's cheek. He licked at his son's jaw, pecked at his neck, nibbled on his ear. His mouth and hands were now fully at work. This perverted old man worshiped his own teenage son and Jamie was awash in depraved pleasure. He allowed Dad to dominate him. He gave himself up to his father's skillful manipulations.
But then, a sudden *knock knock* made Jamie jump. He shot his gaze to the door, where two guys stepped in. They announced themselves with a "Hello!" making very clear that they were happy to see the sight in front of them.
Jamie started, hunched and crossed his hands over himself in an attempt to cover his near-nudity. Feeling totally exposed and helpless, he waited for Dad to take charge and get rid of the strangers. But as usual, that wasn't what Dad had in mind.
"Ah, come in!" Dad said as he turned in their direction.
The two guys were maybe a 20-something and a 40-something. Both were tall, fit-looking men wearing only towels, with tantalizing mounds hiding beneath. Shutting the door behind them, they wandered over to an adjacent bench and sat down.
Jamie shot an angry look at his father, and Dad offered an explanation. "I met these gentlemen on-line and arranged a meet up. They're very eager to watch."
As ever with Dad, since their sickening entanglement began, there was more here than Jamie cared to handle. He was looking forward to some alone time with Dad, or at least with Dad's nakedness, so that they could finally make that ultimate connection. But Dad was a pervert times ten. Thanks to him, their private sexual adventure would be observed by these strangers. How sick.
The older man spoke up, "I've always wanted to see a real dad and son." His lazy smile was topped with a bushy mustache.
The younger guy pawed at the lump in his towel while his eyes absorbed the visuals presented by Jamie and his dad. "Are you really a virgin?" he asked.
Jamie was staggered. These two complete strangers had just invaded this private space and were chatting and asking personal questions like they belonged here. But still, he nodded. Yes, he was a virgin. At least, anally. "I-I've never been fucked," Jamie clarified.
"Wow! And your dad's really gonna fuck you tonight, then?"
Jamie didn't know how to answer. He looked to his father. Dad merely smiled, then pressed his lips to Jamie's neck, sensuously kissing his jaw, up to his ear. Pushing his son's hands away, he freely explored Jamie's tight little soccer bod, caressing his chest, his firm abdomen, his wiry thighs, with many detours to the protruding pouch of the jockstrap.
While all of this fondling was setting off Jamie's erogenous triggers, he was still mortified at the presence of the strangers. But Dad seemed to be getting off on the attention. He ensured that he positioned himself so that the strangers could see all the action.
