ERIC:
The sun, the excitement of traveling, the hot guy getting a blowjob right in front of me at the beach, it was all getting to me. I needed to chill out, before I completely lost control and forgot where I was and what I was doing. I was at a public beach naked, masturbating, with my two dads and boyfriend lying right next to me!
I tried to be discreet about it, gently thrusting my hips, rubbing and edging my hard dick against the beach towel. As the action in front of me got hotter (the two studs didn't seem to care they were in public) I started to thrust faster, too horny to give a fuck about being inappropriate anymore. I spread my legs wider, brushing my right leg against my dads who were making out fervently next to me.
As the couple finally got up to leave to go somewhere more private, I was outraged. "Come back here and finish what you started!" I felt like screaming after them, feeling like they owed me something.
Okay, Eric, breathe. I fought the temptation to get up and follow them. Number one, my dick was still hard and would definitely draw attention. Plus I still needed to behave. As liberal as my dads were, this was just the first day of our summer trip. I didn't want them worrying about me running after some random strangers and then cutting the whole trip short.
I waited to go soft. I looked to my left, at my boyfriend Will reading a book. He'd been on the same page for the past 15 minutes, I noticed. He wasn't reading, he was just using it to look at people from behind his sunglasses, like I was. He could act cool all he wants, I knew he must've been watching the hot couple as well. It was driving him wild, probably even more than me. But now the couple was gone, and I wondered what else he might be looking at.
On my right, my dads weren't even being THAT naughty compared to the other couple, but they were still making out in a way that you could only get away with at a gay nudist beach like this. Sven was lying on top of David, naked and still dripping wet, the sun shining on his wide back, his thick thighs, and big bubble butt. He was completely smooth from the neck down which didn't seem to be in fashion anymore, which made him stand out even more.
I couldn't tell if Will was looking at them, but he could definitely hear them. As per usual, my dads' make-out session was so loud you could hear it even with the sounds of the sea splashing close to us.
The fact Will and my dad kissed while they were drunk a few weeks ago never raised any red flags for me. I've drunkenly kissed so many of my girlfriends, and that definitely didn't mean I was straight. Just like kissing a couple of my straight guy friends in college didn't mean that they were gay (Then again... whole different story). But what Dad told me earlier today on the balcony made me think twice.
Will asking to call Sven "Dad," and then failing to mention that part to me, probably meant something. He wasn't just being drunk and crossing the line; there were some feelings there. If I knew Will (and his never-talk-about-your-feelings family he grew up in) he was probably feeling hella confused right about now. And I had no idea what to do about it. Except to maybe cross the line myself to see how he'd react.
"Can you put some more sunscreen on me?" I heard Sven ask David. He was done with his front and needed help with his back.
"Don't forget we gotta go soon," David said. "We got a reservation at that restaurant with the great reviews, seems to be the best place in town. And tonight's our only chance to go."
"I can do it!" I said, snatching the sunscreen quickly.
My dads looked at me, probably surprised to hear me butt in, but didn't say anything. Sven lay on his stomach between Will and David, and I got on top of him.
—
Right after our little conversation with Sven on the balcony earlier that day, I got to thinking by myself in the shower. For the first time, all of a sudden, I saw an image in my mind of Dad and Will kissing. Poor Will, I was such a dick to him when he told me. I shouldn't have laughed in his face, I should've been more reassuring. I thought of this as some silly gag when he obviously took it much more personally.
I dried after the shower and stroked my dick a couple of times to fluff it up. I left the bathroom and passed through the living room naked. Everyone was there, David packing our beach bag and Sven and Will waiting on the couch.
I went to the bedroom and put on a pair of speedos.
"Hey Daddy, what do you think of these?" I walked back to the couch and stood in front of my dad and Will. "Should I wear them or the other pair we got together at the store? You know, the one that makes my package look bigger?" I grabbed my junk through the fabric and shook it up and down for them a couple of times.
I observed Will's reaction. His eyes darted back and forth from my crotch to Sven's face.
"I don't know honey, whichever one you like best. They both look good," Sven answered, sounding uninterested but polite.
"What do you think babe, how do I look?" I turned to Will, flexing my abs.
"You look... you look nice."
("Fucking hot" would've been the answer I'd have gotten if my dad weren't here, I bet. Ironically enough, I ended up not needing any speedos at the beach.)
—
Later on during lunch, I was sitting at the small restaurant table with Sven to my right and Will to my left. Everyone was on their "best behavior" but many people were still staring at us because Sven was eating shirtless, his big chest and pierced nipples drawing attention.
"Oops," he said, dripping a bit of tomato sauce on his left pec.
"Here," I went in before he had a chance to grab a napkin. I scooped up the sauce off his chest with my right thumb, and stuck it in my mouth to lick it off. I reached over a second time, my wet finger getting the remaining sauce off Dad's pec and nipple. I moved his large nipple ring up and down to make sure it was all off. During this, my left hand rested on Will's thigh.
"Thanks," Sven said quickly and continued talking about the weather.
