FATHER AND SON CAMPOUT
*All characters in this story are 18 years or older at the time of all sexual activity.*
"Here we are!" Dad called out happily as we emerged from the narrow rock opening. He was ahead of me by a few feet and had stopped there, putting his hands on his hips and breathing deeply. Sweat dripped from his face and it had accumulated on his shirt beneath the backpack he wore. I must have been equality sweaty, I knew.
"Great," I replied, coming to his side. "This is the spot, eh?" I took a look at the scene before me: a quiet, rock encircled area, kind of like a roofless cave and just big enough for a small campsite. Towards one side was a clear pool filling up with water from somewhere further up into the rocks on the opposite side of us. Below this clear pool there was a little miniature waterfall which led into another smaller pool and then into a small stream where it faded into the brush against a rock surface. This was Dad's favorite spot to camp, he had told me earlier. Hidden away from other hikers and campers, quiet, peaceful—it was ideal for a father-son outing.
"Yup, here we are," he said. "The pool looks so inviting, doesn't it, son?"
"Sure does," I said. It was so hot and we had hiked so far. All of my muscles were aching and I longed to finally be able to sit down and take a drink of water. "So you can drink this water?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said, and then pointed towards the spot where the water trickled from the rocks just above the pool. "Spring water. Clear and smooth. We can drink it from there."
"Sweet. Well, I'm ready to relax, Dad." I took my pack off and dropped it onto the ground.
"First we have to set up camp, and then we'll relax." Dad smiled at me and wiped sweat onto his sleeve. "Let's set up a fire using the wood we collected on the way and we can get some dinner while we are at it. While it's cooking we can set up the tent. What do you say?"
I smiled at him. "Okay, Dad." With a groan—but a happy groan—I got up and helped him set up camp. It only took us a few minutes because we knew what we were doing. We were both experienced outdoorsmen and had been doing father-son campouts for years now. I knew that this might be my last one since I had just barely turned 18—a few weeks ago—and would soon be moving away from home to go to college. This was going to be my last summer at home with my parents and my little sister.
Dinner was good. We had brought plenty of good food and we enjoyed every morsel of the fire-cooked meal. Just like the old times, I reflected as we sat around the fire. I knew that I would definitely miss these little outings with Dad. We had grown really close over the last few years because of it.
"So Aaron, what are you thinking about?" Dad asked, wiping his hands onto his jeans—having just finished the last of his food. He sat back and looked at me.
"I'm thinking . . . that it's going to be really hard leaving you guys," I said. Saying it outloud hurt me more than simply thinking it in my heart. "I will miss you, Dad. I really will." I looked up at him and took a deep breath. "We've become so close during these trips of ours. I appreciate it."
"We can still do trips later on," Dad said—but smiled sadly. "You won't be that faraway. And of course we can always talk on the phone."
"True," I said. "Very true."
We sat there in silence for a moment before Dad spoke again: "Wanna take a dip in the pool?"
"Um, sure," I said. Honestly, I was very tired and felt more like taking a nap. But it was about mid-afternoon now and still hot, so a cool down would do me good. "Yeah, let's go."
"Okay," Dad said. With that he led me across the site and towards the pool there. We stood in front of it watching the water trickle in. "Don't worry, it's not that cold," Dad said. "Let's get undressed and hop in."
I nodded and, slightly turning away from him, I began to take off my sweaty clothes. I first took off my shirt and shivered a bit when I felt the air against the wet skin of my bare chest. I turned towards him for a quick glance and found him just standing there looking at me. He had apparently not started to undress himself yet. I swallowed. I had already removed my socks and shoes back near the fire, so now all I had to do to finish undressing myself was remove my shorts and boxers—which I now did with one easy motion. I bent over to remove the sticky shorts and boxers and then flung them over to the spot I had just thrown my shirt. I wrapped my arms around my stomach and, my breath hard, turned slightly around to look at Dad. He was still standing there, dressed, looking at my naked body. What was up with him? I wondered.
"Oh, don't be shy," he said, smiling. "We're both guys, aren't we?"
"Yeah," I said, nodding. I turned around to face him full on, my penis dangling obnoxiously between my thighs. Smiling, I slowly let down my arms and put them on my hips. "Well, I am undressed now."
"Awesome," Dad said. "My turn!" With this he began unbuttoning his sweat-drenched shirt. I turned away as soon as I saw his bare chest.
"Hey," Dad said, his hand on my bare shoulder. "Don't worry. It's okay if you see me naked."
I turned to look at him and found him there completely nude, his long, flaccid penis only a foot from me. The look I got at it was only a glance, and then I turned away again. "Sure," I said. "Now let's get in."
With that I stepped into the cool water. It was such a shock that I pulled my foot back out almost immediately. I looked at Dad who watched me strangely. "What?" I asked, smiling. "What are you looking at with that strange . . . smile?"
"Oh, it's just that you are cute," he said now. "Go ahead, don't mind me."
He was being so weird. What did that mean? I am cute? I shook away these questions and put my whole leg up to my knee into the water. I shivered but instead of pulling it out again as I had done before, I put my other leg into the water.
"Okay, Dad, I'm going in," I said. With one last movement I bent over so that my whole body up to my chest was now in the water—in the middle of the pool. Another moment later and I was dunking my head in it. "Whew! Dad, that feels good!" I yelled out, shivering again.
"I knew it would," Dad said. I looked up again at him and again at that long penis was his. It was so long . . . Dad smiled brightly and then, in one motion, plunged into the pool with a tiny splash. He too dunked his head. "Nice huh?" he asked, chuckling. "Perfect thing for an after-hike cool down!"
"Yeah, that's for sure."
"Hey, over here there is a little ledge where we can sit down under the water," Dad said, indicating a spot against the rock wall next to the spot where the water trickled down. He sat there and watched as I stepped towards him. I sat down onto the ledge a few inches away from him. There, he smiled and watched me. I had never seen him like this before.
"Yeah this is nice," I said.
"Yeah it is . . . Hey son, can I ask you something?"
I turned to look at him, puzzled by the expression I saw there. "Okay . . ."
"Well . . . have you ever . . . had a girl yet?" he asked.
What a strange question! I thought. I thought that he knew about my love life—well, my lack of love life. I felt ashamed of it. "Um, you mean, had sex with a girl yet? No I haven't." I was telling the truth. At 18, I was still a virgin. "I don't get along well with girls, Dad."
"That's too bad," Dad said. "I . . . I think that you are really cute."
Cute? There it was again! What was he saying? Or trying to say? "What do you mean, cute, Dad?" I asked.
"What I mean is that . . . I think that you're an attractive boy," Dad said. He took one of his hands out of the water and put it on my bare shoulder. He slid closer to me by a few inches. "I never noticed until your birthday a few weeks ago. That night I just looked at you and thought, what a good looking k**!"
"I . . . uh . . . don't know what you mean, Dad," I said. I gulped as his hand slid around my back to my other shoulder, the one opposite him. He now slid close so that my back was leaning into his bare chest. I felt our thighs touch beneath the water. "Dad, what are you doing?"
"I like you," he said. I shivered as I felt his free hand touch my stomach beneath the water. He caressed the area around my belly button. My penis twitched—I knew it was getting hard. He kept looking into my eyes.
"You . . . like me?" I asked. "As in . . . you want me?"
"Yes," he said. "I want to have . . . sex with you." With this I felt his hand trail down my stomach and onto my penis.
"Oh!" I yelped, grabbing onto his wrist in an attempt to push his arm away. It was futile; he resisted, wrapping his fingers around the head of my penis, jerking it at each of my tries to get him to remove it. "Dad, no! Don't!"
"You want me too," he said as I gave up and let him grab my shaft full on with the palm of his hand. "You are a horny teenager. I know it—I used to be the same way. I had sex with my own father when I first entered college. Now I want you to have the same experience—with me." He squeezed my penis.
"Dad!" I yelled, frowning and looking into his face. "Please, don't!"
"Feel me," he said. With that he let go of my penis and grabbed onto my left hand. He pressed it against his penis which was hard as rock and pointing straight towards the surface of the water. I wrapped my fingers around the skin there, and groaned.
"Dad!" I screamed, letting go of the thick thing there. "I will NEVER forgive you if you make me do this! NEVER!" I felt tears well up in my eyes and I pouted.
Dad frowned and let go of my hand. In a moment I was up out of the water and backing away from him—my penis still hard and beginning to throb in orgasm. I tried to conceal it—the fact that he had made me orgasm—by grabbing onto the tip and desperately trying to stop my cum from squirting all over the place. I turned away from him and ran over to our tent where I ducked inside.
What just happened? I wondered. Dad had come onto me . . . and I was turned on? How could that be? Is this for real?
I shivered and with my free hand shuffled through my bag in order to find the toilet paper I had lodged there. I took a few sheets of this and tried to clean off the cum all around my crotch, my thigh, and of course my hand. I got most of it but I smelled strongly of the stuff—especially on that hand. After taking a quick peak out of the tent door to see if he was coming yet, I put on a clean shirt and pair of shorts from my bag. Thoughts of Dad and what had just happened worried me greatly. This would change my life no matter what.
Just as I was about to emerge from the tent I found Dad standing there blocking the way. He had placed a towel around his waist and was wearing a t-shirt up top. He frowned and his eyebrows furrowed in thought and—yes, and even remorse too.
"Aaron, I feel . . . bad," he said, his eyes lowered towards his bare feet. "My behavior was inappropriate. I am your father, and you are my son. That should never have happened."
I sighed, relieved that apparently he had come to his senses. He looked into my eyes and then turned away again. "Dad," I said. "It's okay." I smiled at him warmly. I felt sadness for him.
"It's just that . . . I am gay," he said, looking me in the eyes again. "I have never told anyone in the world about it besides you just now . . . I am gay. Your mother doesn't know either. And the thing is that . . . I like young men, like you, 18 or 19 years old." He smiled weakly, peering down upon me. "When I saw you naked, and you had the exact perfect young man's body that I love, I just couldn't resist. You are attractive to me, son."
"I see," I said, genuinely surprised. I didn't know what else to say.
"I think I have a crush on you now," he said. "I . . . am in love with you. But you are my son, and I am your father. It is wrong."
I was sad looking into that face of his just then. But he was right. What was going on here? He shouldn't be . . . in love with me! There is something seriously wrong with this picture. I nodded to him and said dryly: "It's okay, Dad . . ."
"Do you . . . find me attractive?" he asked now. His eyes looked like they would swell with tears. "Do you, son?"
I gulped. "You're my Dad . . . Dad."
He nodded slowly and managed a weak smile. "I know. You're right. It's not right." A tear streamed from his eye and rolled down his cheek. He wiped it away, sniffling. My heart broke for him.
"Dad . . ." I didn't know what else to say. He turned around and closed the flap to the tent leaving me inside. I stooped over and put my hand on my mouth—it still smelled of cum. "This is crazy," I said to myself. "Crazy!"
The rest of the afternoon passed awkwardly, with almost complete silence between me and Dad. We were both pretending to not remember what had happened in the pool that day, and of Dad's confession to me in the tent. We set up a fire before it got dark and now sat there on our lawn chairs, both of us clothed, watching it flicker in front of us, providing us some heat while we relaxed. I turned to Dad.
"Dad, so . . .uh . . . I want to tell you something I've never talked about with anyone," I began. Dad looked at me and put his elbows on his knees to lean forward. "Since . . . you told me something secret earlier, I should tell you something too."
"Go ahead," he said. "I'm here for you."
"I . . . masturbate a lot," I said. "I mean . . . I am so bad with girls, but the desire is still there. I just get so nervous that I can't function around them I guess. I've never even kissed a girl. I don't even know what it would be like . . . So I masturbate a lot and watch a lot of porn—sometimes a couple times a day even—but in real life it just isn't there."
Dad nodded, and said, "I know how that is . . . I went through some time of my college life that way. In fact, I was lucky I met your mother when I did. I was so lonely."
"Had you ever . . . had sex with a guy back then?" I asked, swallowing. I was nervous asking such things. "Have you ever had sex with a guy?"
"Yes . . ." he said. "I had a boyfriend during my freshman year in college. James."
"I never heard about this," I said, honestly surprised. "What happened to him?"
"He had a girlfriend at the time . . . he was cheating on her . . . but she never found out and they got back together and got married, I guess," he said. "I don't see him anymore."
"What's it like having sex . . . I mean, with a guy?" I asked.
Dad smiled. "Well, you can either be the catcher or the pitcher," he began, using his hands to gesture. "With my boyfriend in college, I was mostly the catcher . . . but I now consider myself a pitcher."
"What do you mean?" I asked. I had heard these terms before and I thought I knew what he meant, but I wanted to know more.
"As catcher, you 'catch' the penis," Dad said. While saying this, he stood up and then leaned forward so that his butt was up in the air behind him. "It slides up your butt, and he pounds into you back and forth. The pitcher is thrusting his penis into you." Dad made a trusting motion forward a few times. "But, you can also kiss, touch, and of course suck each other's penises too."
"Hmm . . . so you put it all in your mouth huh?" I asked.
"Yes," Dad said, sitting down again. "And when he comes, or orgasms, his cum squirts into your mouth."
"Do you spit it out?" I asked.
"You can, yes," Dad said. "But it's better if you drink it, swallow it ya know?"
"I . . . uh . . . I have drank my own cum before," I confessed. I suddenly regretted saying that. My face must have gone bright red in embarrassment just then.
"And do you like it?" Dad asked.
"Honestly . . . yes I do," I said. "And I even smear it all over my face too when I masturbate. I like it."
"I don't blame ya," Dad said. "I like it too. It's really awesome when the cum squirts all over your face and gets caught up in your hair too. So sexy."
We both fell silent for a moment. I gazed into the fire but I could tell that Dad was staring at my face as it flickered from the fire light. I had my hands folded across my lap to conceal the boner that had developed during our short conversation. This was insane! My penis tip was even getting wet with pre-cum and the friction of my forearms folded above it was driving me crazy.
"So Dad, what do you think is attractive about me?" I asked.
Dad's eyes widened. "You have a handsome face, for one. And you've got a great full head of hair . . . a slender body, cute button bottom that I would just like to squeeze! And you have a gorgeous smile and sapphire shiny big eyes that I could just get lost in so easily sometimes."
I was blushing. "You're sweet, Daddy," I said. "So . . . what if I said that . . . tonight I would give myself—my body—to you?" I smiled at him. He smiled back. "As an early birthday present—myself for the whole big night, to do with as you please. Whatever you want with your baby boy." I couldn't believe what I was saying. It felt like someone else was saying those things, that someone else was blushing at this man who was my father. Was I d**gged up?
"I think that I just may . . ." Daddy said, his eyes darting over my body. Then he frowned and said, "Are . . . are you okay with this though? I mean, you were right earlier; this is wrong, unnatural to . . . have sex with your own father. And if anyone found out . . .?" He looked wary, and bit his lip.
I stood up, hardly conscious of the decision to do so. With the collapse of my arms from my lap, my crotch stood in full view now, my erect penis tenting my jeans. To my surprise, as I looked down I found a small wet spot forming where the tip was jutting out—precum soaking through my clothes. "Daddy," I said, taking a step towards him. "I am you . . . I mean, I came out of you. I owe you my life, and my body is yours." I began to unbutton my shirt and took slow small steps closer to him.
He gave a nervous smile and began to take off his shirt also as I undressed before him. In a moment I was shirtless, another, down to my boxers—a huge wet spot where my penis poked hard like a red pipe. Daddy had taken his shirt off, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants. "Hey cutie," he said. "Ready for Daddy?"
I put my arms around his neck and slowly sat down upon his lap, my bare chest to his. I felt his hard penis as I pressed my butt down towards his crotch. I adjusted myself so that my butt crack was right above the long, thick shaft. I rocked. "Daddy, what if mom found out about us?" I asked. But I only half meant it. I bent over to kiss him soft on the lips before he could reply.
What was I doing? I wondered just then as our wet lips parted and I looked into his brown eyes. He put his hands on my hips and slipped his thumbs beneath the band of my boxers.
"Can I remove these?" he asked, his voice cracking.
"Yes," I said, running my hands on top of his bare shoulders. "You should take off your underwear too."
I stood up, let go of his shoulders, and took a step backwards. He pulled my boxers down to my shins and then looked up at my penis which flopped out to stare him directly in the face. A bubble of pre-cum spouted from the tip. I bent slightly to pull my boxers off the rest of the way, and I flung them into the dirt next to the fire. I was standing there naked now, as I had before at the pool.
"Your turn," I said, biting my lip as I motioned with one hand at his own underwear—briefs. Dad smiled and slipped them off, throwing them next to where I had thrown mine. His penis shot straight up into the crisp mountain air, like an eager snake spotting some lunch somewhere above it, maybe in the trees.
Am I attracted to him? I asked myself silently, looking him up and down. Is this a dream? Why would this happen in real life? Could it happen in real life? I felt possessed by a power I had never known, something which yearned for a sensual touch, lusted after the pleasures of forbidden flesh.
I again sat on my lap and positioned by butt in the same spot as before, with his long wet shaft between my now exposed butt cheeks. My own penis was hard-pressed against his stomach, jutting into him like a knife. He placed his hands around my hips again and then slowly slid them around to grasp onto my butt with a squeeze of his powerful fingers. I bent to kiss him again, this time really savoring the feel of the soft lips against my own. I felt his tongue slide out from his lips and land against my front teeth. I shot my own tongue out and slide it through his mouth. As we kissed I had to slurp several times to get rid of the extra saliva we were generating.
"Oh God, son," Dad said after a long bout of sensual French kisses. "You are incredible at this."
"Thanks Dad," I said. I was breathing heavily by now. "I . . . I think that you are incredible too." Smiling, I stepped back again, away from him. He looked at me curiously, a hint of worry in his eyes. But he soon realized what I meant to do when I slowly lowered myself onto my knees in front of him. I put my hand on his thighs and gently spread his legs apart so that I could get admission to his groin area. As I situated myself so that my face was directly in front of his giant cock, he placed his hands on my shoulders with an eager, anxious smile.
I stuck out my tongue and pressed it against the tip of his penis. He, like me, was circumcised so my tongue was right up against the oozing tip of his penis. I tasted his salty pre-cum, which to me was not unfamiliar since, as I had said before, I had tasted my own before, in fact, had even drunk great deals of the stuff after masturbating, alone in my room at night. "Daddy," I said. "Remember how I told you how I used to drink my own cum? Well, right before my orgasms I would get a cup ready . . . . I would drink it like milk."
"Is that so?" Dad asked, breathing heavily. Dad smiled down at me and put his hands in my hair, behind my head. He rolled my hair between his fingers.
I bent my neck again and spread my open lips around the head of his cock. I took it in until I felt the tip of it press softly against the farthest part of the back of my mouth, briefly inciting the gag reflex. I fought it, keeping the long hard staff as far into my mouth as I was able. I heard Dad begin to moan as I wrapped my tongue around it, feeling every bumpy vein, soaking it with my saliva. He tasted so salty! I pulled my head back and as his penis plopped out of my mouth I felt it slide against the bottom of my upper teeth.
"Was I . . . being a good boy, Daddy?" I asked, a playful smile upon my lips.
"Oh yeah, good boy," Dad said, a bead of sweat coursing down his forehead.
I put my lips around his penis again, only this time I sucked, as hard as I could, pretending that it was a giant straw. This continued, with moments where I would let him go and lick him up and down before returning him again into my mouth. He breathed heavily and his thighs began to press into my ears from both sides of my head and his hands ran through my hair furiously. He began screaming. "Oh, son! Son! Son!"
A moment later and I felt a warm spray of semen against my tongue and the roof of my mouth, filling me up with his seed. I savored it for a moment and then swallowed it with one long gulp. I released his penis which made a small popping noise as it made its exit, beginning to grow soft.
"Daddy, I swallowed it," I said, standing up. I put my legs on either side of his thighs so that I could sit on his lap as before, only now his penis was flaccid beneath my butt, the tips of it still spewing small bubbles of semen. I kissed my father full on the lips and pressed my still rock hard penis against his stomach. I pressed myself against him there and rocked back and forth again and again until finally I felt my own orgasm coming. I sprayed my sperm all over his chest and stomach as I came, crying out into the night sky above us as my body filled with pleasure. "Oh Daddy," I said after the moment of ecstasy was through. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" I collapsed into his chest, both of us heaving, our sweat mingling beneath the combined heat of our bodies.
A few minutes—and soft kisses—later and we were both calm again, myself sitting on his lap as we watched the fire grow dimmer. He caressed my body with those firm, yet gentle, big hands of his. I was lost, not sure what to make of the situation.
"Does this mean that we are . . . lovers, Dad?" I asked.
He kissed my neck softly and replied, "I don't know, exactly, son. I guess we are lovers . . . I do . . . love you, you know?"
"I love you too, Dad," I said, turning my neck so as to kiss him on the lips again, which we did. "But what are we going to do when we get home? What about Mom?"
"I still love her," Dad said. "But I am in love with you, Aaron . . . I want us to be together, no matter what happens. Do you want that too?"
"I think so," I said, honestly confused. "I am not sure if I . . . am in love with you though . . . yet, I mean."
After another twenty minutes like that I began to feel my penis stiffen yet again, and noticed that he too was getting hornier by the minute. We had sex again, only this time he put himself up my anus, pounding into me again and again. That night we ended up having sex five times, the last of which took place in the warm confines of our tent on top of our sleeping bags. We fell asleep in each others arms.