Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2023 10:19:06 -0600 From: Mark Waters Subject: Camp Fire Fun - 1 This is a series of stories and remembrances around CampFires The first one I wanted to share is the most memorable as an Adult Youth encounter. Please consider donating to Nifty to keep the hot stories coming! https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Camp Fire Fun - 1 To me there is nothing more enjoyable than sitting around a campfire late at night. Watching the embers pulse and radiate their warmth. There is something primal about the flames and embers flickering in the night. Casting its light on the surrounding trees to keep away the wild things of the forest and our imagined evils. When I was five years old and we lived in SC often we would have a hot dog roast around a fire pit in our front yard. We lived on 4 acres of pine forest and the house was on the back of the lot, so our front yard was our back yard so to speak. Swing sets and fire pits and goldfish pond all in the front yard between those tall southern loblolly pines trees. Later in life my dad and I would go fishing just the two of us on a place called Village Creek in SE Texas. We would drive his old truck down a forest service road till it dead ended. Then carry our gear for a mile or so back to a huge sandbar located on the creek up under big old cypress trees. My dad was an engineer and was often away from home for months at a time. So, these fishing trips were a way for us to remain close. As close as we could be. My dad was a quiet man, he rarely showed emotion unless you noticed the twinkle in his eye. When I was 14, we took one of our fishing trips. We normally sleep in a lean-to tent opened on one side to the campfire. Even though it was a warm night we had a fire. We set back in the shelter and found ourselves sweating even though it was cool. Dad said, "Let's go for a dip in the creek while the fire burns down." We took off our clothes and waded out into the cool creek waters. It was nice being naked and swimming free of clothing. We headed back to the shore and I was looking for a towel and he said, "Wait! Just squat here by the fire and air dry." This was the first time I had a chance to study his penis and balls. His penis soft was maybe 5" and his hairy balls looked huge. His hair was blond when he was young but had turned white in his 40's but around his cock and balls it was still blondish brown. I was fascinated! So fascinated I didn't realize I had a hard on. He looked over and laughed and said being nude does that to me too. We crawled into the tent and both laid back with woodies. His was a good 6 1/2" to my 4". He said have the other guys shown you how to take care of that? I was a little shocked that he said that, but I figured he meant jacking off and I said, "Yes!" He said, "You want to do it NOW! OMG ! Jacking with my dad! He reached in his pack and got a tube of lotion out and squirted some in my hand and then his. We both started with slow strokes. I noticed he would turn his hand when he reached the top of his cut head, before sliding back down. Using two fingers and my thumb I couldn't do that. I guess we jacked for 4 or 5 minutes when he came. Huge jets of spunk erupted from his thick cock head and shot out in the sand. It so excited me I came with the most violent ejaculation to date and shot out into the sand as far as he had. He said, "Good job, Son:" Dad got up and wet a towel in the creek and we cleaned off. We were both tired and stretched out. We normally sleep on top of our sleeping bags with just a light flannel sheet. As we lay there in the dark, he told me a story about him and his four brothers. They all sleep in the same room and he was third in age. He said they did that every night until he went off to college and was surprised when he realized other boys were not as open to jacking off together. For him it was a natural reaction to a hard on. We did it again in the morning. After I had come he reached over and slid his fingers up my shrinking shaft and squeezed out a last drop. He laughed and said don't want to stain your underwear. On subsequent fishing trips some time we would jack together and other times the occasion never came up. I lost him to cancer when I was 19 and I always valued those fishing trips and his no nonsense view of self-pleasure. I think it was those moments that gave me a taste for having sex with older guys when I was in my 30's I have to say that watching a camp fire always reminds me of those sweet memories. Mark Waters txboyalone@gmail.com Comments or questions just drop me a note. Please remember that Nifty needs our support to have these great stories available for those of us that appreciate erotic literature, so please make a donation to help out. http://donate.nifty.org/ --