It was a cooler morning, but by the time I'd run the length of the promenade twice, then detoured to the bakery for bread, I was sweating when I made my way back to the apartment.
I'd left Dad sleeping, but knew he'd be awake when I got back, hard and ready for sex as usual, which made my cock twitch inside my shorts.
He was sitting up in bed, his hands behind his head, his eyes on me as I entered.
"Hey."
"Hey, Dad. I'm just going to hit the shower."
"I'll be there in a minute."
I liked the sound of that. Showering with Dad was one of my favourite things to do with him. Getting to run my hands over his firm muscles and massage soap onto his skin, while he did the same for me, always led to sex of some kind.
I stripped off my running gear and stepped under the warm water, lathering gel into my hair.
He sneaked in while I had my eyes closed for the soap and began using the sponge on my back.
His hands travelled down over my backside and up under my legs to soap up my balls. He turned me around and started on my chest, working over my pecs, teasing my nipples as he went.
I squeezed gel onto my hands and began massaging it into his body, bringing up loads of lather, using it to slide down his torso, till I reached his hard cock, using my soapy hand on his shaft.
He gave me a long look.
"Do my back, Ben."
He turned around and I started soaping his broad shoulders, then, moved slowly down, till I came to his muscled arse, taking my time to lather up those firm cheeks and working my soapy fingers between them to penetrate his hole.
He pushed back against my hand, sticking out his tempting arse. He didn't have to say anything, I lined my hard cock up against his hole, put my hands on his hips and entered him, sliding into his back passage.
I heard him sigh as he reached a hand round and patted my behind.
"Fuck me, Ben."
I loved being inside this man and wanted to fuck him fast and furious, like he did to me sometimes, just so I could fill him with my seed, but I also wanted to make this last.
Slowly thrusting in and out, I moved to get a better angle, letting me get further up him, which brought a loud groan, as my cock penetrated his insides.
I let my hands travel over his body, feeling the hard muscle of his pecs and his large prominent nipples, down over his flat stomach, till my hand curled round his erect cock.
Every thrust I made, sent his rod slipping through my hand and I loved how thick and hard it felt against my fingers.
Dad turned down the water and I began ramming into his meaty backside, making a wet slapping sound as skin met skin and I felt his erection get even harder in my hand.
We both came at the same time, me sending wave after wave of hot white jism shooting up Dad's man tunnel and his cock seemed to swell in my hand, as he released his usual heavy load, which I heard going splat on the tiled wall.
I held on to him, breathing hard and I felt his arse muscles gripping my cock.
He took my hand off his cock and brought it up to his mouth, licking off some of his own cum, before presenting it to me. I sucked every one of my fingers, getting a taste of my Dad's thick load that clung to them.
My cock started to soften, so I slipped out of his hole, letting him turn around. He looked a bit dazed, but held my head between his hands and kissed me long and tenderly, all the time with his eyes on mine.
He broke off and smiled at me, not saying anything, just reached for the towels and we dried each other carefully.
Breakfast was taken naked on the balcony and we took our time over it, not talking much, but every now and then, I'd catch him looking at me.
As I stood up to clear the plates, he caught my hand.
"Ben, that fuck this morning was something else."
"Yeah, you're turning into a really good ride, Dad."
I knew I'd spoiled the mood, but he did laugh.
"Thanks. Who'd have thought it."
We lazed around for the rest of the morning, neither of us keen to be busy. We didn't even bother getting dressed, just pulled on underwear and lounged on the balcony, drinking coffee, checking messages and chatting about nothing in particular.
