The Boardwalk

“So dad, what do you wanna do now?” Asked Jerry, his hand resting on his dad’s hairy chest, teasing one of his nipples.

“Calling me dad is fine in private, but remember that when we go out, I’m George. I’ll tell you how this is gonna work: If I want to hold your hand, or kiss you, or grab your butt in public, you’re gonna let me. You’re gonna wear what I tell you to, and not this boring shit that you packed. Got it?” Asked George.

“Yes honey,” replied Jerry meekly, his face flushing with red. His cock was already getting somewhat hard again with how his da— no, husband, was taking control.

“Now you’re getting in the spirit,” said George, giving Jerry a peck on the lips.

The two showered and got ready to go out. First they needed to get new clothes. Leaving the hotel room, George grabbed Jerry’s hand to hold it as they walked. Jerry was totally embarrassed. He’d lived his whole life as a straight man, and even though he’d enjoyed the gay sex he’d had with his dad’s body, he’d yet to face the social aspect of being seen as gay. Despite being embarrassed, there was a certain kind of pride that came with being coupled with his silver fox of a dad. George was quite a catch, after all.

The two turned a few heads walking out of the hotel holding hands. One young man beamed at them, clearly happy to see a gay couple. That made Jerry blush which prompted his dad to kiss him on the cheek, effectively making him even redder.

The two went to some shops downtown first. Jerry had **** but to let George pick out everything that they would be wearing for the trip. He grabbed tank tops, tighty whities, short shorts, sandals, men’s thongs, crop tops, and even a couple of costume type things they could wear to the gay bars. Once they had enough clothes for George’s liking, they headed back to the hotel to change for the boardwalk.

“What do you think of my beach attire, sweety?” Asked George.

“Wait, seriously?? We can’t go to the beach in just underwear!” Protested Jerry.

George pinned him to the hotel bed.

“Let me remind you how this works. You do what I say,” said George. He leaned in close and whispered into his play husband’s ear, “And you like it.”

Jerry was blushing hardcore, even though they were in the privacy of their hotel room. His dad had never been this domineering when he was growing up. His cock betrayed him, Jerry got rock hard.

“See,” said George, “your little dicklet likes my dress code. He’s gonna have to wait before getting any more sex today. In fact, I was thinking of topping you tonight, son. Gotta remind you who the real big man is around here.”

Jerry started to leak precum at that announcement. He wiped it up and obediently changed into nothing but a pair of tighty whities and a pair of sandals. He was embarrassed enough walking out of the hotel in just that, but to make matters worse his ‘husband’ had his hand in between his buttcheeks over top of the underwear the whole time. If they turned a few heads before, they got every head to turn this time. Wives and girlfriends were pissed that their husbands and boyfriends were looking at the two scantily clad men. They simply strutted out of the hotel and to the boardwalk.

George had a fanny pack to hold his wallet. He treated his husband son to fried calamari on a stick, took him to the arcade and finally they sunbathed on the beach with some freshly purchased towels.

One hairy beefy man in a rainbow speedo came up to them whilst they sunbathed.

“Nice boy you got there,” he said to George while staring at Jerry.

“We just got married,” George smiled at the man. “But I’m the sharing type, my guy. Why don’t you satisfy your curiosity about my boy here?”

Jerry couldn’t believe his ears. It was one thing to be blackmailed into being his dad’s obedient young husband for a while, but was he really gonna let some stranger in on it too??

The man squatted down and reached for Jerry’s waistband. He wanted to say ‘don’t’ or ‘fuck off’, anything to reclaim some of his dignity, but instead he simply blushed profusely as the man proceeded to check out his genitals.

“Cuute,” said the man, snapping Jerry’s waistband back into place.

“Jerry, what do we say to the nice man?” Asked George.

‘Is he serious, I’m not gonna say that!’ Thought Jerry. His body betrayed him though, “Thank you,” he said to the gay man.

“Aww, what an adorable husband you have,” said the man, tussling Jerry’s hair.

Jerry started to get the same butterflies he got from his dad. He was simultaneously humiliated, turned on, confused, and crushing on the guy.

George and the man talked and flirted for a while. Jerry didn’t know how all this gay shit came so easily to his dad, but he looked on in admiration. Finally the man had to go and he exchanged contacts with George before doing so.