(Note: thanks to those who have kept up with the long exposition so far. I hope this chapter begins to reward you for your patience. If not, the next chapter will hopefully more than make up for it! This is my first attempt at writing and feedback is welcome).
After the awkward orgasm in Dr. Andrews's office, Eric returned home and for the next week he got into a routine of sorts. Every morning, he'd start his day blissfully fucking himself with the large dildo he kept next to his bed. His day would continue as usual until the evening. Then rinse and repeat, jerking off before bed (once accidentally falling asleep with the large silicone phallus still lodged in his hole). New sensations seemed to be building up deep inside him and sometimes Eric swore he felt the dildo reached... almost a new part of him?
At the end of the week Eric and Josh were off for their annual father-son weekend. The first weekend of June they would turn off all electronics and head two hours to an upscale beach resort to lounge on the beach and eat very well. The first year they went was a last-minute escape after Josh's mom announced she was leaving. They had such a great time it was repeated the next year and every year since then. Eric worried each year would be the last as adolescent boys became "too cool" for father-son sojourns, but Josh seemed genuinely happy to return every year.
Eric shed a few tears while packing, thinking that Josh might announce this was their last beach trip since he was 18 and would be starting college in a few months. Looking at his suitcase, Eric felt a twinge and considered... Josh spent most of the days on the beach... he had plenty of alone time. And lately he had a routine going so maybe it'd be a good idea to...
With a slight blush and hint of embarrassment, Eric quickly buried the silicone dildo beneath his clothes and shut his suitcase. He went outside to hand Josh the luggage and let the neighbors know they were off. They had the number of the hotel in case the house caught fire, since Eric and Josh took technology-free seriously. Phones went off as soon as the car started and would not be back on until arriving home.
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Two hours and fifteen minutes later, Eric and Josh turned into the gated grounds of the Golden Sands Resort. The designers were smart in making sure that to get to the hotel entrance, you first took the private road with a sweeping view of the glorious beach that justified the slightly-obscene prices.
The check-in service was impeccable as always. A deeply tanned young man came by offering a choice of pineapple juice, mojito, or margarita. Eric feigned looking away when Josh grabbed a margarita. Their one-bedroom suite had a secluded patio with views of the ocean. On previous visits, Josh took the pull-out sofa in the main room and Eric slept in the bedroom.
"Josh since you're 18, I think you've earned the bedroom"
"Dad, come on, you get it every year, it's tradition"
"Well maybe it's an unfair tradition!"
"Is this because you think I snore? Because I DO NOT SNORE"
"No, look, I just think you have earned it. Plus this may be the last time we do this... " Eric wandered off, trying not to get too emotional.
"Dad. I'm not dying. I don't see why being in college means we have to stop coming here."
"Because you're going to develop other summer plans. You'll meet new friends who want to take you to Mexico or Europe. Or you'll get some sort of summer internship. Or you'll realize your old man is secretly not as cool as you think."
Josh walked over and gave his dad a big hug saying, "I've known you weren't cool for a long time dad," and pulling him in tighter. Josh was several inches taller than Eric, and had substantially more bulk to his body, not exactly crushing the older man but the grip was firm. And with that grip and close contact, Eric felt himself getting firm as well. Eric's cock was almost fully erect as Josh put him down.
Flustered, Eric tried to get back on topic: "well look, you get the bedroom and that's final. Now go unpack while this uncool geezer rests up.
Eric plopped down on the couch, enjoying the relaxing view of the waves. Josh came out a few minutes later wearing some very short swim trunks and an unbuttoned shirt revealing his nearly perfect, tanned skin. The faint lines of his abs very visible, as were his dark, round nipples. Eric's semi started heading back up.
"Dad I'm going to head down to the beach. What time is the dinner reservation?"
"6:30." Eric looked at the clock by the couch. "So you have a little over two hours. Don't be late getting back."
