I was so excited for my holidays with my parents. We found a holiday home at my nana's coastal town, which was a small detached 2-bedroom. My cousins and I used to spend all of our summer holidays in this town and I really needed these days off. My second year at university was hard.
After arriving I said hello to everybody and my mum informed that I would be sleeping upstairs in the second bedroom together with my dad while she would be asleep on the sofa downstairs. My dad hugged me tight.
In all our meetings before, we never mentioned the fact that we fucked in the house ever again but there was always a secret message in his grin. He never told me that he wanted to do me again and although I thought he regretted it after, I knew he wanted it or I was hoping he wanted to.
He was looking at me up and down every time he would see me and his hands would wonder down my ass when he would hug me. None of the others would see that but for me it meant more.
When my mum made the sleeping arrangements I was so fucking excited. Finally I could have him again I thought. Not living at home anymore was hard but I did enjoy my life as a single man studying at university. After that night with him I was liberated sexually and I was trying to have as much fun as possible. Instinctively most of the men I slept with looked like my dad. Or I was trying to find someone that looked like him. His imprint was deep. But that was not mentioned in any of the texts that we exchanged because I didn't want him to know.
My attempts to lure him the first few nights, failed miserably. He dismissed me saying he wasn't feeling very well because he was ill the last few days before my arrival. Nevertheless he was always adjusting his dick and balls every morning when waking up and I knew he must have been horny.
The fifth day I woke up around 7am. Our beds were opposite of each other in a tiny room with a small window looking outside in the garden and a door leading to the landing. The sun was shining in the room and it looked like a nice day.
I stretched and turned towards my dad's bed and he was still there with his back towards me, only wearing his white briefs. I was horny as hell, my cock throbbing in my underwear trying to escape. I pushed the sheet away and started rubbing my crotch. It felt good but suddenly he moved and he turned around. I pulled my sheet up as quickly as possible.
I pretended I was asleep but I could feel his gaze on me.
"It's time to get up kid," he said. He got up and pulled the sheets away because he knew.
"What do we have here?" he asked.
"Well I'm horny. Don't you ever get horny?"
"You know I do because you're watching me every morning," he said and he run his fingers across the elastic band of my briefs, touching my cock which was tucked in it on the side.
"And what do you do about that?" I asked putting my hands behind my head for support. I must have been smirking because I liked what he was doing.
"I masturbate..." he replied.
"So do I" I answered back and he lifted the elastic band of my briefs, immediately releasing my cock from the tight embrace.
"Show me how?" he asked with his husky voice.
I took my cock in my right hand and started stroking it slowly, while I was staring at him. He was quiet, looking at me and my cock at the same time. His cock was already bursting in his white briefs. He was standing there above me with his towering 6ft height; I could see his hairy chest muscles contracting. It was like he was showing off his muscular physique.
He was admiring his own body when he started stroking his chest, running his fingers through his salt and pepper chest hair and reaching for those almighty nipples as I called them. Although small size they were constantly hard ready to be licked. His icy blue piercing eyes were scanning my body and cock.
He licked his finger and started playing with his right nipple while he was watching me jerking off. His dick was pulsating, fighting to get free and be worshipped by my mouth. In one move he removed his underwear and freed that massive cock. He spat in his palm and started stroking it. He played with his foreskin which was darker than his cock, eventually retracting it, exposing the red swollen head.
I wanted to tease him, I wanted him to lust for me so I specifically avoided any touch although I wanted to pour myself onto him, touch his hairy thighs which were standing there in front of me like two muscled pillars. What I wanted more was his dick. The one he gave me with such a generosity last time, the one that took my virginity.
I wanted it down my throat; I wanted it inside me splitting me in two. He sat at the edge of my bed and he took my free hand and placed it on his dick.
"Stroke it kid," he said with a commanding tone.
He reached for my stomach with his large hand, full of prodding veins, his fingers playing with my nipples which he knew I loved and with the other hand he was rubbing me under my balls, his fingers sometimes reaching for my crack. I left a big moan. He knew my buttons and he was pushing them all.
"What about the others?" I asked.
"They are gone to the market for shopping and coffee."
