Polydipsia

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At first, it was nothing more than me quickly passing dad as he got out of the shower and I got in. Not long after, I began getting up earlier so I could get a longer glimpse of dad coming out of the shower. Dad’s ass got me completely horned up. It was perfect.

After a few weeks, I found myself getting into the shower before dad was completely done rinsing off. At first I brushed it off, saying I was in a rush. Dad had to have known something was up, especially as I got more brazen about making sure dad saw how hard my dick was.

It all came to a head one morning when dad had enough. As dad began soaping up, I got into the shower behind him. He turned, looked at me and with a strong hand firmly grabbed my erection. I instantly froze. With his free hand, he rigorously lathered between his ass checks and took my hand. I about shot my load when dad inserted my first finger in his moist, warm hole. As I worked dad’s hole with my fingers, he nodded with approval. At last, my dick was finally going to get to part those ass checks I’d been lusting after for months.

Some people would call it obnoxious, but I like to think of myself as persistent. I have a one track mind, and when I see what I want I chase it. And boy was I ready to chase, admiring how his ass filled out his sweats so comfortably. He walked at a steady pace in front of me, keeping up with the tour group. I know he means well, taking us out on day trips like this so we have a reason to be by ourselves, but all I knew is that the sway of his hips was infinitely more interesting than whatever that backwards-walking underpaid teenager was talking about. Thankfully the rest of the group was in front of us because I couldn’t take it anymore; I moved a little faster, leading the way with my bulge, and bumped into my dad’s ass. 

Instantly, he flinched and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He kept walking forward, a little bit slower, while turning back to me with pleading eyes. 

He whispered, “oh come on Carlos, not now” in an annoyed tone that wasn’t nearly as authoritative as he wanted it to be. I gave him a slight smolder as I bit my lip and eyed him up and down. He traced my stare from his handsome face straight down to his ass where it stayed. 

“Here?” he asked, like he didn’t know the answer. I honestly didn’t care about the consequences; all I knew that was if I didn’t a piece of him soon I was gonna go crazy.

He looked back at the group and then behind us. We lagged behind just enough that we could slip away unnoticed, so with a quick nod of his head to the left we ducked into one of the open dorm rooms. Everything about it was unremarkable: the single light fixture in the center of the room, uncomfortable mass-produced furniture, and drab walls.

Dad sighed as he pulled out on of the desk chairs. In my impatience I gripped the waist of his pants and pulled them down, tight black briefs in tow. He steadied his 6'2" frame on the back of the chair with his right as he lowered himself onto the edge of the seat, in probably what was the most uncomfortable position he’d ever get his fat, hairy ass eaten. With his right hand he gave me a clear view of his delicious hole. I kneeled down and looked up, struck somewhere between love for the man that raised me and lust for the man that regularly begged me to breed him.