Dad?

Chad left the cruise with his head low. He had simultaneously not gotten to enjoy his vacation at all and given himself a punishment he wasn't sure he deserved. I mean hell, he already had to miss out on the cruise. A cruise that would have gotten him off. Now he couldn't even attempt for a whole month.

He let out a sigh, the tingles of pleasure surrounding his dick felt like a cruel joke. Stupid belt.

The tingles suddenly turned to a buzz that stimulated his dick more than should be possible. He stopped walking, his breath hitching. His dick strained to be free, only to be held back by the once buckle. He nervously glanced around with a slight haze in his mind, lust begging him to do something about his trapped pleasure. He was at the shopping area, the place just a few blocks from the cruise he just left. Rainbow decorations plastered the store fronts, signifying just what month it was.

Luckily no one seemed to be around at the moment. Either they were in the shops or no one cared for this streets selection. Chad gratefully took the small win, his heart pounding. He started to walk again, only for his movements to create more sparks from the once belt. He had to stop moving again, his breathing hard. The electric buzz only grew stronger, his dick straining even harder against its prison. Then he felt his body tingle with the same energy.

Chad couldn't hold back a moan as his knees buckled. The tingles danced along his spine, their pleasure enticing him towards something. Little pricks of pleasure bloomed in his chest, not quite hitting his skin. Instead it danced around his lungs, their electrical tingles making each breath just that much more pleasurable. Another moan escaped his lips when the tingles drifted to his naval. It felt like something in him was shifting, and its mere presence left him wanting more.

"Chad?" The voice only caused the sparks to flare into a blinding pain pleasure combo. It left him reeling, his voice caught in his throat as the high wore on. Then it was suddenly all gone leaving a pleasurable afterburn. A hand grabbed his shoulder sending him straight to his knees, not finding the ability to hold himself up anymore. "You okay bud?"

Chad turned to look at the man, his eyes widening the slightest bit. His father was standing over him, wearing a bright rainbow shirt. The electric tingles once again bloomed across his caged cock, his thoughts hazing again. Chad looked further down, his eyes coming eye level to the bulge in his father's pants. He had always known the man was hung, his father was never shy to free ball. If this bulge was any indication, his father didn't forget that principle while he was out living his own life. The bulge seemed to grow larger.. or was it just getting closer? "Dad? What are you doing?"

Chad's voice was on the edge of slurring as he looked up at his old man. His father seemed almost uncomfortable as he stared down at his son. "I'm just, uh. Trying to help you out." Chad licked his lips, looking back at the bulge. It suddenly twitched and the material growing slightly more taut. "Bud, this isn't very appropriate." Chad moaned as his face hit the material of the pants. He didn't even realizing he had been leaning up to it.

"I am sorry Daddy." The man took a sharp breath, his body stiffening. Chad was excited to see the dick also stiffen from under the pants. "I really want to help." He pressed his face against the dick, rubbing into the bulging material. His father's breathing had grown more erratic. The electrical tingles buzzed up trough his body once again, briefly zapping his ass in the process. "Dad please."

"Bud, you ain't thinking proper."