The Vacation House Ch. 03

How much I love the smell of Ivory Soap mixed with the musky scent of my Dad.

As I took the white bar from my Dad's outstretched hand, I grasped it tightly, so afraid of dropping it and making him think that I was trying to be some sort of shower stall cliche'. Yet that is exactly what was going through my mind.

I wanted him, I wished he would ravage me, take me in his arms, squeeze the breath out of me. I so longed for his stroking hand once more upon my Crisco greased up butt and puckered hole. I wanted him to invade me and make me his personal puppet to do with as he wished.

"Robbie, my back OK? Before the water pressure starts to run too low and we have to walk around smelling like some sort of wild animals all weekend."

Wild animals? Damn, I only wish he and I were wild animals, out in the wilderness and doing what animals do without anyone passing judgement on them.

I took the bar of soap and began to slide it over Dad's broad shoulders. His skin was stretched taught over his muscles that the soap would glide with ease and a light lathering of soap residue would be left in its wake.

I explored more of his back with the bar of soap and my free hand. Rubbing his muscular form and well manscaped back. Moving in and up and down motion, between his shoulder blades, Dad exhaled a low moan of pleasure. I knew I was doing something right, that I was bringing pleasure to the him.

The water continued to cascade down Dad's front as small rivulets found their way over his shoulders and down his back. The soapy water then mingled into the dark furrow of fur that rose from between the cheeks of his buttocks. My eyes followed closely by my hand and soap to the area that jut towards me.

It seems that I was not the only one to have a great set of assets in our family. At his age, Dad's butt stood firm and high upon his lower back. Thrust towards me with a beautiful arch to his back. I could not help but allow my hands to roam downward toward them. It was exciting and so tempting to just take a handful of them and give him a good smack as he had done many times in the past hour to my own bachside.

My butt began to tingle with delightful discomfort and I became very aware of my own rising erection. It was barely touching the top of Dad's backside. Being slightly taller than he is, my own pulsing member was cradled upon the curve between Dad's haunches and the mounds of powerful muscle before me.

"MMMMMM, that's a good boy. A little lower Robbie. I really need you to get me squeaky clean down there. Yes, right there, a little lower, it's OK, go ahead, don't be afraid, go right between them and scrub me right down to my balls.

I let my head drop back a little as my mouth opened up and I gulped in a little bit of steam filled air into my lungs. It was heavy and I could now even taste the mixture of soap and Dad on the very tip of my tongue and it felt good, really good.

Using my left hand, I pulled at his left butt cheek and then slid the bar of soap deep into his crack. For his part, Dad arched his back heavier and his back-side pushed toward me as the area between the mounds separated.

I forced myself to stay as calm as I could because my head was beginning to become a little light and I had to lean my chest against Dad's back to brace myself.

"You're doing great Robbie, don't stop, you're doing just fine. Yeah, press a little harder right there and then down, now, yes there."

I was breathing heavy and I could feel Dad's back heaving a bit. His head was lowered forward and all I could see is the back of his neck and the hair on the back of his head and his ears.

I turned my head sideways and lay it along side his left face cheek. Water pouring over my short hair and then down my neck, shoulders and back.

The stubble that had grown in on Dad's face was now being pushed into my smooth cheek. His scent rose hot and burned into my nostrils. It was as intoxicating as any alcoholic drink that I had consumed during my Freshman year at URI.

My soapy hand passed over the bud of Dad's hole and slid down the length of his taint. The long stretched out ball sack was met by the soap as I continued to stroke back and forth.

My hand rounded under his balls and then upward, I was finally met by the massive boner that protruded from the dense bush of now soapy pubic hairs.

I could hear Dad let out an even longer moan as he pushed his face cheek against mine and rubbed it back and forth similar to how a cat rubs against something that it loves.

The whiskers scraping along my cheek and neck causing a lightly painful but totally pleasurable sensation that shot right to my penis. I began to slowly move it up and down on Dad's still slightly soapy, wet lower back and to the top of his but cheeks. My own low hanging sack and balls slowly rubbing up and down the length of the darkly furrowed crack of Dad's ass.

I slid the bar of soap along the underside of Dad's penis but he reached back and moved my arm from behind him and brought it around his waist.

I dropped the soap and it bounced on the fiberglass bottom of the shower to be soon forgotten. Dad forcefully took my hand and placed it directly on the side of his huge dick.

My head swirled with too many things all at the same time. I could not think for myself any longer, I was only capable of reacting.

As Dad guided my open palm and curved fingers back and forth over the length of his erection it became immediately apparent to me that I had never realized just how large he actually was. More than double the length of my hand, there was just no way in heck that I could get my fingers wrapped around his shaft.

Our hands continued to stroke back and forth, forcing them against the base of his penis. We pushed into his pelvis only to be rudely withdrawn and pulled all the way out to the very tip of the exposed head of his penis.

I could feel Dad using his fingers to clean between the head and the inside of his foreskin. He would pinch it and pull it out to as far as it would stretch. I then took the dare and ran two of my soapy fingers into the area inside the fleshy tube and played with the angry head of his engorged penis.

I was not ready at all for what was to happen. As quick as a flash, Dad turned around and knelt down before me. My penis just an inch or two before his lips. His eyes looking up at me, as the water streamed over his head and down his kneeling form.

I opened my eyes as wide as possible and my mouth fell agape. "Sssshhhhhh, just enjoy this," Dad finally whispered to me. He parted his lips and gently inhaled half of me in one mind splitting moment.

His head moved slowly back and forth and just as my penis were to pop out of his mouth, he began to carefully nibble on the end of my foreskin. The shiver that it sent through me caused every goose bump on my body to react. All the hair upon my head stood on end and I rose up on my tip-toes in an involuntary response.

I then felt the soap that Dad had retrieved now that he was upon his knees and sucking on my member. He slid the soap up and down my leg, coming to the underside of my rounded buttocks. He ran the soap between the crotch of my legs as he caressed the underside of my balls and taint. Continuing on further, he pressed the soap deeper between my butt cheeks, coming to a halt right at my hole's lips.

I heard the bar of soap bouncing on the bottom of the shower. The pressure of Dad's index finger against the tight bud of my ass was becoming a bit demanding. With a little more effort, I then finally felt it, the insertion of Dad's thick and calloused finger into the warmth and tightness of my hole.

His eyes burned into mine and I gave a small nod of approval. I felt the entire length of his finger slide all the way to the bottom knuckle. He moved it up and down a little while inside me. I was suddenly seeing stars and lights before my eyes. The feeling of having to suddenly pee came over me but I held myself firm.

Dad now buried his face full force down into my crotch. His nose mashed against the blond bush of pubic hair that surrounded the top of my penis. I could feel the back of his throat convulse as a small choking sound escaped his lips. He opened up his mouth a little and I felt him force every last bit of me into his mouth. The head of my penis down the back of his throat. I could feel it almost bend a bit as it was being banged time and again against my Dad's gullet.

I breathed in deeply through my nose, then felt him pull his finger completely out of my ass. I felt empty and sad at the sudden loss of pressure against my insides. He had found a spot inside of me that I could not explain. It brought a painful pressure yet a surge of exquisite electricity ran throughout my insides.

The emptiness was momentary. While my own penis was still being ravaged by Dad's throat, I felt a massive amount of soapy pressure against my anus. Then the onslaught began. I felt as if I were being split wide open and the pain that surged through my backside blinded me and caused me to become very weak at the knees.

I put my hand back to where his hand was penetrating me. I wrapped my fingers around his invading paw to find that he had forced three fingers half way down their length into my hole.

I let out a cry and closed my eyes to see in my minds eye, what I could imagine was being performed on my ass. The full thrusts forward of his fingers and I could then feel his last knuckles and hand pressing hard against my ass hold.

I cried out again. "Fuck! Oh, FUCK." I allowed the words gush out of me. I was never one to swear. I was brought up to resist the temptation to use that kind of language but it just was so right at that moment.

Dad pulled his head back off of my penis, leaving only the very tip of it between his lips. Again, I felt the light teething on the very end of the foreskin. He knew damned well that he was bringing about feelings in me that I had never experienced before. His tongue flicked the tip of my slit at the head of my penis and I felt it press into the very small opening.

Then with a pop sound, he pulled his fingers out of my ass only to shove them back in just as quickly and even more forcefully than he had done previously. He repeated this assault on my hole time and again until I felt the extreme pain begin to subside and be replaced by a burning need and desire for yet more of his masculine paw in my hole.

Four, FOUR FINGERS now were being forced inside of me. My ring just inside the lips of my hole giving a great deal of resistance but it was no match for the power behind those four fingers that were being rammed into me with little to no mercy.

I lay my head against the wall of the fiberglass shower and placed my hands on the glass walling to brace myself because I felt as if my strength had all been diverted to my penis and the inside of my ass.

"POP" the feeling of being completely empty now returned and the warmth of the inside of my Dad's mouth was replaced by steamy wet air.

Dad tilted his head back and looked up into my eyes. "Go with this Robbie, just go with it, don't fight it cause I am gonna do this if you scream or not because we both know you want this."

I snorted as some water made its way into my nostril and caused me to choke a little as it went into my sinus.

A large hand reached up and turned the metal handle to the water supply to the off position. The warm cascading shower head went dry. I was suddenly enveloped by a cooler flow of air that came in over the top of the glass shower enclosure.

The same hand that had shut the shower off was now being roughly wrapped around the base of both my penis and the entire sack containing my balls. Dad's hand began to twist my crotch around in a counter clockwise rotation. It hurt as he continued to twist and turn my privates. I looked down at myself with his hand firmly in charge of my penis and balls. They were a brilliant red color and the tip of my bulbous penis was as dark as a ripe plum.

I could see my balls facing toward the ceiling and my penis had been twisted all the way around, partially hidden below. I then felt Dad's free hand grabbing at the middle of my penis as his other hand continued to keep my parts in their reversed position.

I was hard but not ad hard as I had been just a few moments ago. Dad began to bend the shaft of my penis upward until I could feel the end of my dick touching the swollen lips of my ass-hole.

Using his middle finger, Dad pressed the head of my penis with all of his might. It felt bizarre, I could feel the lips once again being invaded as the end of my own dick pressured its way into my hole. Dad pulled on my penis and it moved even closer to where my ass-hole was located. He now used his index finger and his middle finger to force about 2-3 inches of my 7 inch penis up my ass.

The sensations were overwhelming. I had this ripping feeling of a very thick object being forcefully pushed inside of my very recently virgin ass hole, being mixed with the sensation of my head and almost half of my dick fucking an extremely tight hole.

I had suddenly lost my virginity to both my penis and my ass at the very same moment, and to have lost them both to the very same person... ME!

Dad repeated pressure and then slight a release against my penis as it was buried in my own ass hole. Dad was making me fuck myself. He kept this up for a good 10 minutes, when he took my balls into his mouth and began to suck them to their stretching point. The pain in my balls was mingled with the burning pain/pleasure that was going on in my ass.

I felt a bit more pressure at the entrance to my ass hole. I looked into Dad's face to find that he had a crazed animal look. He was forcing his two fingers that were guiding my dick to fuck myself, into my ass hole too. The stretch was more than I could bare. I felt the size and pressure in my penis build to the point that I thought it would split in half. Then it happened, I exploded into my own ass. Shot after hot shock wave of pressure pulsed deep into my bowels.

Dad continued to pull on my balls though my penis began to become excruciatingly sensitive. My penis began to deflate and was allowed to slide out of my ass with a very loud POP and a quick release of pressured gas.

I was so embarrassed by the sound that escaped me but it was quickly put out of my thoughts when Dad rammed four of his fingers deep into my ass-hole.

He released my twisted balls and penis to only engulf my half hard prick into his warm mouth again.

Forcing in and out for several more minutes, I was brought back to a fully erect state and soon found myself shooting another load shooting. F\

Dad's fingers were rammed to their hilt and staying motionless, buried deep. He sucked on my penis until it had once again lost it's full erection. The fingers slid out of my ass and Dad stood up as his hand went back to the shiny handle for the shower.

The water came pouring down upon us again, and I looked down and located the bar of Ivory Soap.

I soaped up my Dad's protruding and unattended penis. His hand grasped mine and slowly pulled it away. "It's OK Robbie, we don't have much water left and we really do have to get to work. That sheet rock is not going to hang itself you know..."

I looked Dad in his eyes as he reached for the Edge Shaving gel and pressed the top until a small amount of blue was in his palm. It turned to a white lather as it was spread across his rough whiskers.

He took his razor and hand mirror and turned his back to me. I was stunned, absolutely dumbfounded. All I could think of was, "what about Dad? What about him? He did everything for me but not for himself."

"SMACK!" I felt the large rough lather covered hand spank my already sore ass cheeks once more. "Come on kiddo, get that soap working, and get yourself clean. I can already feel the water pressure starting to get a little weaker."

I started to rub the bar of soap all over my body, paying extra special attention to the backside of me because that shortening seemed to take a little bit more effort to remove.

Soon, I was stepping out of the shower and drying off my hair and body with one of the two large white terry cloth towels that hung on the metal rod.

I was bending over and toweling my legs when I felt my Dad's small pat to my upturned backside. "Hope you liked that Robbie cause it is gonna have to last you for a while you know."

Standing up quickly and turning toward him, "Dad, but what about you? Why didn't you let me take care of you? Why didn't you just put it in me instead of putting your fingers back in after I had cum?"

He pursed his lips and turned toward the mirror hanging above the vanity. He began to towel his hair dry. As he raised one of his legs, and leaned against the vanity for balance, he finally looked up at me and spoke, "Robbie, well you see, I don't think either of us is ready for that. I honestly don't believe either of us could have handled it,,,,,,, well maybe."

I was just so confused. Dad was standing there drying himself off, his penis was still near to it's maximum erection. Damn that thing is even more impressive when you stand back and look at it away from the moment of excitement. It has to be damned near 11 inches and thick is not the word for it. I guess that is why they call it having wood, cause that darned thing is as thick as a tree branch and surrounded by some heavy bush.

"Get going Robbie, get yourself dressed and get my coffee poured, OK?"

I threw the damp towel on the wrinkled bag in the bedroom as I pulled a pair of black basketball shorts on over my gray boxer brief. A clean Yankees Baseball Team T was pulled over my head as I jammed my feet into my boots and rushed out into the hall leading toward the kitchen.

Coffee, donuts, everything seemed so normal yet so foreign to me right now. I just felt as if I were having an out of body experience.

Dad came sauntering in, his Bermuda shorts still bulging at the front from the hardness beneath their fabric. He settled down at the end of the scrubbed table and picked up and opened his newspaper. His hand reached out blindly to grasp his steaming hot mug of coffee. It then disappeared behind his paper only to be returned and then replaced by his glazed donuts.

I sat down very gently on the bench next to Dad. My back side so very sore that I had to sit on the side of my butt. It was still uncomfortable at best, but halfway through my coffee, I found myself sprouting yet another hard-on.

It was a very busy day and we did finally get the front bedroom and the hallway completely sheet rocked. The ceiling taping was completed shortly before we turned in for our short nap. The ride home was uneventful if you don't think about how I had to keep shifting from side to side from the discomfort in my backside and to have to constantly adjust the hard on that seemed to not want to go away. Even after I dozed off and found myself being awakened to go into my own room at home and to bed.

As the week passed and Friday approached, so did the anticipation and the constant hiding of my insistent hard on. That damned thing was getting me some really odd looks from just about everyone, all week. Even an old lady that dropped off her grandson for Hockey practice took to staring at me and shooting me a very disproving glare.

Friday, five twenty five and I was rushing around trying to remember everything. I put the pony beers into the cooler chest and grabbed myself a couple of iced teas. The familiar crunch of the pick-ups tires on the gravel drive caused my stomach to do flip flops. I reached for the recycled wrinkled bag of cloths. I gave my Mom a quick peck on the cheek and out the door I ran.