Date: Wed, 06 Jun 2012 00:35:46 -0700
From: Karl <karlsfriend@gmail.com>
Subject: The Family Camping Trip II

This is basically a cut and paste from the previous chapter.  Nothing new
in these few lines.  So here it is:

I've got a lot of free time on my hands these days and thought I'd figure
out a way to take out my frustration.  The result are these stories.  While
not great pros they are mine, so don't copy, reproduce or use them without
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Now for the part where I have to warn you.  This is a complete work of
fiction.  I will repeat, this is a complete work of fiction.  It is not to
be considered a how to manual.  It's meant to entertain adults over
whatever the legal age is where you are.  If you do not want to adhere to
those simple requests please stop reading now.  If you do meet all of those
requirements, get the box of kleenex ready.  Pull your pants down and, if
you are so inclined, get out the oils.  Please sit back and enjoy.

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When I woke up the next morning I immediately felt Tommys hard little dick
against my butt.  I fell asleep facing the tent wall so I didn't know if
his dad was sleeping or not.  I looked over but he was gone.  I was
disappointed, but only a little.  I pushed back into Tommy.  He responded
with a sleepy, "You feel nice."  I was in heaven.

Just then Mr. Westinghouse stuck his head in the tent and said, "Up and at
'em sleepy heads.  Stevie your dad's heading this way."

I scrambled to get up and into my shorts and underwear.  My erection was
standing straight out and I was freaking out.  Tommy sat up and said,
"Relax.  Your dad knows what a morning woodie is."  Then he stood up and
started stretching.  I felt the now familiar tingle as I watched his hard
boy boner sticking straight out.  As I was standing there admiring my new
friend the tent flap pushed back and my dad stuck his head in.

"Well, looks like someone's got a healthy head start to the morning," he
said looking over at Tommy.  Tommy just finished his stretch and looked
down and then at my dad and said, "Good Morning Mr. Patterson."  Then
proceeded to look for his shorts.

My dad looked at me (and I think there was a knowing look in his eye) and
said, "Well, your mom and the girls are going to stay around the campsite
today.  She said she was tired from all the activities yesterday.  I wanted
to find out if JW and Tommy wanted to join us for a hike."  The 'us' I
assumed to be me and him.

"Okay," I said, still a little flustered.  "I have to, um, go to the
bathroom."  I quickly walked out of the tent, past my dad, then
Mr. Westinghouse who was tending to the fire and headed for the bathroom.
As I was walking toward the bathroom I turned around and saw that
Mr. Westinghouse was still bent over the fire but my dad was still in the
tent.  I wanted to stop and watch to see what happened but I had to pee.

I finished peeing and heard some giggling coming from one of the stalls.  I
hadn't zipped up my shorts yet as I walked over and saw two boys about 5 or
six standing with their shorts around their ankles.

One boy was saying, "See.  When you pull on it it will get really hard."

The other boy mimicking his friend said, "Mine is bigger than yours."

"Yeah, but my daddy's is the biggest one in the world.  He'll let you see
it if you want," the first boy said in a secretive way.

"But my daddy says I'm not s'posed to touch any one elses pee pee," the
second boy said softly.

"Oh, it's okay with my daddy.  He doesn't mind.  He let's me and my friend
Billy touch it all the time," he said assuredly.

My dick was hard as a rock listening to the little boys talk.  I started
pulling on my erection as I stood listening to them.  I stepped forward and
both boys looked up like deer trapped in head lights.  The first boy
relaxed a little when he saw my hard dick in my hands but the other boy
didn't know what to do.  He looked like he wanted to run but didn't.  His
eyes were glued to my dick in my hand.

The first boy smiled and continued to stroke his little boy cocklet.  "Hi,"
he said unashamedly.

"Hi," I croaked, not really knowing what to do next.

"Wanna touch peepees with us?", he cooed.

The other boy stood just looking at me and my erection, but not moving.

I stepped forward with my hard dick sticking out of my shorts.  When I got
in close enough the second boy reached up and grabbed my hardon.  A shiver
went through me.  This seemed so dirty and yet I was loving every minute of
it.

"It's big," said the second boy and he pulled on my boner.

"Yeah, but not as big as my daddy's.  I bet I could fit half of that in my
mouth," he said with confidence.

Oh god, what was I doing?  These were little boys.

"Could not," said the second boy as if daring his friend to do it.

"Watch," he said and leaned forward and took about two thirds of it in his
mouth.  I shivered and my knees went to jelly.  The boy pulled off and
said, "See."

"Eww," said the second boy and he crinkled his nose.  "What does it taste
like?", he asked.

"I don't know.  Like my thumb.  It doesn't taste like anything," he said
with a shrug.

The second boy leaned forward, wrapped his little hand around my dick and
licked the tip.  I was in heaven.  Being satisfied that it didn't taste
'gross' he took the head into his mouth.  I grabbed either side of the
stall.  The boy looked up at me and said, "Are you okay?"

I just nodded and tried to catch my breath.

"Does yours shoot white stuff?", said the first boy questioningly.

"No," I whispered feeling really sorry it didn't at that point.

"Oh," said the boy.  Then he turned to his friend and said, "My daddy's
shoots white stuff out of it when I suck on it."  Again the boy said,
"Eww."

There was the sound of someone else approaching the bathrooms.  I quickly
put my dick away and zipped up my pants.  I headed out the door just as
some guy was walking in.  "Karl, are you in here?", I heard him saying.

"Yes daddy," I heard as I practically ran back to the campsite.

When I got back I was winded and probably a little red.  My dad,
Mr. Westinghouse and Tommy were all looking down at a map.  They were
talking about where to go hiking.  I sat down next to Tommy and across from
Mr. Westinghouse and my dad.  The map sitting between us had a bunch of
trails and paths marked.  As I was looking at it I became aware of the fact
that my dad had his knee against Mr. Westinghouse's knee.  And neither one
of them was moving away.  As they talked and pointed at things on the map I
looked up the Mr. Westinghouses shorts.  Again, he had no underwear on.
Again, I wanted to reach over and grab it.  Then I looked over at my dad.
He was talking and sort of pointing to stuff on the map with one hand but
his other hand kept moving to his crotch.  He was readjusting what looked
like the beginnings of an erection.  He must have sensed me looking because
he looked up, met my gaze and quickly pulled his knee away from
Mr. Westinghouses leg but continued to go over the map.

I looked over at Mr. Westinghouse who gave me a small smile and a wink.  As
I was trying to figure out what was going on Tommy stood up and said, "I'm
hungry," and did his cat-like stretch.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw
my dad watching him.

"Me too," said his dad.  "Let's say we take the boat over to the store,
have a quick bite at their deli, then we'll head out."

"Sounds like a plan," my dad said standing up.  Was it my imagination or
did he have a slight hardon?

"Why don't you boys run down and get everything ready at the boat," he said
handing Tommy the keys.  "Well be down in a minute."

Tommy grabbed the keys from his dad and said, "Alright!", and bolted down
the path.  As he was running he turned and said, "C'mon slow poke!"  I
started running after him.

As I caught up I said, "What was my father doing in the tent after I left?"

"When?", Tommy said as he slowed down a little.

"This morning," I groaned.

He looked as though he was thinking about it and then said, "Nothing."

"What do you mean 'nothing'!", I sounded a little more shrill than I
intended.

"Nothing.  He just was watching me as I looked for my underwear.  When I
found them and put them on he said, 'Well, I guess I should go talk to your
dad'.  That was it," he said like there was follow up.

"He watched you?", I said, thinking about what he'd just told me.

"Yeah.  It took me a little while to find them.  I had to keep looking
around under the sleeping bags and stuff," he said smiling.  "I didn't mind
it.  It made me feel horny," he said in a suggestive way.

"But that's my dad," I said in a way that said it wasn't okay.

Tommy stopped and looked at me.  "You looked at my dad," he said flatly.

"But..."  I didn't have anything else.  Then as if I'd suddenly realized
something, "My dad never had a boyfriend like yours did."

"How do you know?", he asked in a way that said, 'you don't know
everything'.  It was true.  I was finding out all sorts of things about my
dad this vacation.  I was pretty certain he'd never had a boyfriend though.

We got to the boat and Tommy started the engine.  "I'm gonna see if he'll
let me drive over," he said sitting at the steering wheel.  'Wow' I
thought.  I really felt something strong for Tommy.  He didn't seem to be
afraid of anything.  He started talking about how as soon as he could he
was going to get a boat and take it across the world.  I was in love.

While we were talking my dad and Mr. Westinghouse came up the path carrying
the cooler.  Mr. Westinghouse saw me and quickly rubbed something on the
bottom of his flip flop.  He looked up and yelled, "How's it goin'?"

"Dad, can I drive over to the store?", Tommy yelled excitedly.

"Maybe," he said as he and my dad climbed aboard.  They were laughing at
something but I wasn't sure what.  Then I smelled something.

"What stinks?", I said crinkling my nose.

Tommy looked over and said, "Shut up doofus."

'Oh', I thought to myself.  I guess that's what pot smells like.  My dad
was cooler than I thought.  I looked at him and he smiled, shrugged and
gave me a look that said, 'what?'.  I laughed which made him laugh out
loud.

Mr. Westinghouse looked up at his son and said, "Alright captain, take us
out."

Tommy held up his arms and said, "Woo Hoo!" and we jerked a little as he
took off.  When he did that my dad fell against Mr. Westinghouse.  I
thought I noticed a little bit of delay before my dad stood back up.  They
smiled at each other.  My dad realized I was watching and tried to act like
nothing happened.

Was this my dad?  Was this the guy who looked over my report cards and
asked me why I wasn't doing well in english?  The guy who made me take out
the trash?  I was looking at someone else.

JW looked over at me and said, "So.  You having a good time?"

I beamed back, "I think this is the best vacation I've ever had."  Then I
turned and looked at my dad who was looking at me.  "I wish it could be
like this forever."  He gave me a wan smile and said, "Well, I have to
agree with you.  I haven't felt like this in years."  Then he did something
I never imagined him doing, he grabbed me and hugged me and said, in my ear
as though he was confiding something to me, "Sometimes it's tough being a
dad."  He held me like that for a couple of seconds and then let me go and
said, "But it's totally worth it."  He leaned back and beamed at me.

I felt like I was in the spotlight.  I didn't know what to do.
Mr. Westinghouse again saved the day.  "Hey, I know why I like having kids.
You driver, speed it up a little bit...and you boy, he said as though he
were a king issuing a royal command, "Bring me a beer from the cooler."  He
paused, looked over at my dad and said, "...and one for my friend as well."
I walked over to the cooler and got out two cans of beer.  I yelled to
Tommy, "Do you want a Coke?"

"Yeah," he said over the noise of the water and the engine.

I took my dad and Mr. Westinghouse their beers and took Tommy up the Coke.

"My dad is acting so cool.  He never acts like this when we're at home," I
said leaning into Tommy.

Tommy said, "Look," and directed my gaze to his crotch.  He had his shorts
unzipped and his erection was at full attention.  I gave him a look that
asked, 'what are you doing?', but he just took one of his hands off the
wheel and gave it a couple of strokes.  He leaned up as if he wanted to
tell me a secret.  I leaned down and he said, "Feel it."  I looked at him
as if he were crazy.  Then I looked back at my dad and JW.  They were
looking at something on the other side of the boat so I stuck my hand down
to his crotch and grabbed his rock hard dick.  It felt wonderful.  I went
to pull my hand away but he grabbed it and held it there.  I tried to pull
away but he looked up and said, "Stroke it for me."  I looked back again at
my dad and JW but they were still looking off at something else.  I started
moving my hand along his throbbing hardon.  I watched as the skin slipped
back and forth over the head.  I was hypnotized by the rhythm of my
strokes.  Then Tommy grabbed my hand and held it there as he pumped faster.
Three spurts of boy juice shot onto my hand.

I was in a world where there was only Tommy and me.  He looked into my eyes
and commanded, "Lick it off."

I just put my hand up to my mouth and licked.

Then I felt it.  I looked back and there was Mr. Westinghouse smiling and
watching.  More importantly, there was my dad, staring in disbelief and
(was it my imagination) lust.  I felt panic rise up into my throat.  I
didn't know what to do.  I wanted to run but we were on a boat.  I watched
as Mr. Westinghouse slapped my dad on the back and said, "Boys!"

My dad looked a little startle and then uncomfortable.  He leaned back
still watching me and took a huge drink of his beer.  I stayed up front
with Tommy not daring to go to the back there.

We got to the store and went inside.  There was a deli counter and a couple
of stools.  Suddenly I wasn't so hungry.  Mr. Westinghouse and Tommy both
ordered and they were looking at us for our orders.  Then my dad looked up
from his thoughts and, as though he was still thinking about something
said, "Make that two."

Oh god.  He hated me now.  He hadn't looked at me since we got in here.  I
couldn't look at him.  We got our sandwiches and headed for the place
they'd chosen earlier.  I sat in the back and felt like I was going to cry.
I saw Mr. Westinghouse lean into my dad and whisper something to him.  My
dad nodded.  He got up and sat down next to me.

"I'm sorry," I said and burst into tears.

He wrapped his arm around me and said, "Don't be sorry.  I guess I just
hadn't expected to see that.  It was a little bit of a shock, you have to
admit."

I looked up at him.  He had a look of confusion and concern on his face.
"Look," he started, "I don't want you to ever feel like you can't be
yourself.  Things are different nowadays.  It's not such a big deal.  When
I was a boy it was forbidden.  My dad would have..." He trailed off.
"Don't get me wrong.  You're grandpa's a good man, he just wouldn't
understand something like this."

I was starting to feel better.  I looked up and Mr. Westinghouse was
smiling at us.  "We all good?", he said standing, "cause we're about to
make land."

Tommy was using all of his concentration to find a place to dock.  There
was no proper dock here so he was trying to 'park' the boat.  He finally
looked at his dad and said, "I think I did it okay."  Mr. Westinghouse
looked over the side and said, "We should be okay here."

We jumped out of the boat and into the water.  Mr. Westinghouse leaned over
and handed my dad the cooler.  I watched as my dad's sleek, muscular body
flexed as he took the cooler from JW.  We were standing in about 3 feet of
water and JW looked down, took off his shorts and jumped in the water.  I
watched as his amazing frame flew through the air.  The way his cock swung
up in front of him.  When he landed he was holding his shorts over his
head.  He looked at us, smiled and said, "I didn't want to get 'em wet."
My dad and I just stood there watching this adonis.  I felt my own dick
start to get hard.  My dad handed off the cooler to JW.

Then I heard Tommy.  "I don't want to get mine wet either," he said
shucking his shorts.  He jumped off, but instead of jumping straight down
into the water he aimed right for my dad.  My dad, out of sheer reflex
stuck out his arms to break the fall.  I watched, as if in slow motion,
Tommy slid right down my father.  His boy cock sliding down my dad's chest
and belly.  As my dad caught him Tommy wrapped his arms and legs around my
father and said, "Thanks Mr. P."

My dad just stood there, with a naked boy wrapped around him, not moving a
muscle.  Tommys eyes were locked onto my dads.

"Alright, Alright.  Let's get hiking," Mr. Westinghouse lauged as he walked
onto the land.  I watched as my dad followed JW while he had Tommy wrapped
tightly against him.  I could tell the spell Tommy had cast over me was now
starting to work on my dad.

Mr. Westinghouse looked at Tommy and my dad and said, "Tommy, let the man
walk."  Tommy jumped down exposing his hard little dick.

That seemed to break the spell.  My dad looked up a little panicky but JW
looked and said, "Sorry about that.  He can be a real devil."  "Huh,
wha...", my dad stammered, "Yeah, no problem.  Boys...", he trailed off and
gave a weak smile.

Then I saw it.  My dad had a full on erection.  Not a semi.  Not a little
excited.  It was real, live erection! On my dad! He looked over at me and
saw me staring down at his crotch.  He looked down and quickly shoved his
hands in his pockets.

Once on shore, Tommy slowly slid on his shorts, leaving his little white
butt exposed as long as he could.  The he looked over at me with an evil
grin on his face.  He was doing it all on purpose.  It seemed to be working
on me...and my dad.

When we all were in a group Mr. Westinghouse said, "We're gonna go over
here for a second."  He grabbed my dad and they went down the beach a
little.  My dad looked a little hesitant but he followed.  I saw
Mr. Westinghouse reach into his pocket, then the flare of a match.  My dad
shook his head but Mr. Westinghouse offered again and my dad shrugged and
took whatever it was from JW.

"I think your dad likes me," he said in a teasing tone.

"I can't believe it.  He had a hardon when he let you down," I said still
seeing it in my mound.

"Yeah.  And a big one by the feel of it," he said beaming.  Then he looked
at me and said, "Haven't you ever seen it hard?"

I looked up at him and said, "Well, last night, in the showers, I saw him
soaping his dick up but I slipped and didn't get to see too much more."

"REALLY! That's awesome," he said, wanting more.  "Did it look big?", he
pressed.

"Yeah.  I guess," I said trying to bring the image into focus.

I heard Mr. Westinghouse laugh and slap my dad on the back.  My dad was
grinning and pushing him away.  When they got back to us both of them were
smiling.

"Alright," said my dad, "Let's do this."

He picked up the cooler and we headed down the hiking trail.  Since it was
early in the season still there wasn't much chance of us running into
anyone up here.  Mr. Westinghouse grabbed the cooler from my dad and said,
"Here.  We'll take a couple each and leave the cooler over here."  "Grab a
couple of Cokes you two," he added handing my dad two beers and a water.

"Well, I won't get dehydrated," my dad laughed placing a beer in each of
the pockets of his cargo shorts.  Tommy and I grabbed the Cokes and we
continued.  We'd walked about an hour and stopped to take a break.  My dad
and JW drank one of the beers each and traded off a couple swigs of water
from the same bottle.

We'd gone about a quarter of a mile and my dad stopped and said, "Well, I
gotta go get some of this water.  I'll be right back."  He headed behind a
small group of trees.  We heard the stream of his piss hitting a log.  Then
Tommy said, "I gotta go too.", and headed off to where my dad was.

I said, "Well, I may as well go to," but Mr. Westinghouse grabbed my
shoulder and pulled me back.  I looked up at him and he just smiled and
said, "Why don't you go over there," he said nodding in the opposite
direction.

'What?!'  Why can't I go by my dad.  As I was looking at JW I heard Tommy
say, "Hi Mr. P." in a cheery sing-song voice.  "I had to go too."  I heard
Tommy's pee stream hitting the log too.  My dad had stopped peeing but he
wasn't coming back.  Then Tommy stopped peeing too.  My ears were on
hyper-alert.  I heard Tommy saying something in a soft voice, then my dad
said something just as quietly.  "You really don't want to...", I heard my
dad saying in a low tone but then I heard him moan.  I looked up at JW who
was smiling at me.

"I think your daddy might be a minute or two.  Why don't we walk up the
path a little," and he pushed me in front of him.  I walked hesitently
trying to see exactly what was happening.

"I'm sure he'll tell you all about it when they get done," he said with a
sly grin.

"But...", I said protesting.

"Boys!", he said, echoing back the words he'd used to rescue me earlier
that day.

About 5 minutes later I heard Tommy running up the path and yelling, "Hey
you guys, wait up!"

We turned around as Tommy caught up and my dad walked a little slower,
adjusting his shorts.

"You feel better," Mr. Westinghouse asked my dad.  My dad approached with a
guilty smile.  JW looked down at Tommy and used the universal "you've got
something on your chin" motion with his hand.  I looked over at Tommy and
there was a huge glob of cum.  My dad's cum.  Tommy put his hand to his
chin and scooped it off.  He looked at it.  Then at me and he pushed his
finger to my lips.  Mr. Westinghouse, said in a low growl, "Lick it off."

My dad watched with wonder as I took Tommy's finger, my hands shaking as I
put them oh his hands, gently I put it in my mouth.  I'd never wanted to
taste something so much in my entire life.  I licked his cum off Tommy's
finger.  My dad shuddered.  Mr. Westinghouse smiled and said, "Sweet."
Tommy just smiled.

Then, still in a trance, Tommy grabbed me by the hand and pulled me
forward.

Mr. Westinghouse and my dad hung back as Tommy and I walked up the trail.
Tommy leaned over and said, "I knew it was big.  I could barely put my hand
around it."  Then it struck me and I turned and looked at him.  "You gave
my dad a blow job?", I asked feeling my own heart beat faster.  "Yeah, what
else?" he said excitedly, "I wish we could have done more."

More?  What else was there to do?  Sucking and rubbing was the extent of my
knowledge.  I kept walking and was trying hard to think about what else he
could have been talking about.

I heard Mr. Westinghouse laugh and slap my dad on the back.  My dad was
turning about 10 shades of red and said something back.  I heard
Mr. Westinghouse say, "Well, I've never tried it with him but I'm sure he's
a natural."

"So, did he like it?", I asked Tommy with a hint of envy.

"Duh.  You saw my chin," he laughed.

"How come you got to do it with my dad but you won't let me do it with
yours," I asked challenging him.

"Would you have even known what to do with my dad?", he asked bluntly.

'Well, no' I thought.  I guess not.  But I had a better idea now.

"So, when you were sucking me last night, that's what you did to my dad?",
I asked.

"Yeah, but he's got a lot more to work with," he laughed.

I felt my face get hot and I felt embarrassed.  "Whatever," I said.

"No.  I meant that in a good way.  I like yours because it fits so much
better.  Plus, I like you more," he said and batted his eyes in a mocking
way.

I secretly felt my heart take off, but I just punched him and said, "Yeah
right."

"No, really," he started defend his statement.  I looked over at him and he
looked as sincere as I'd hoped.

"Well, I like you too", I said and smiled.

Without warning he leaned in and kissed me right on the mouth.  I was
shocked.  I didn't know what to do next.  He pulled away and smiled again.
I looked behind us and Tommy's dad was smiling at us.  My dad was just
looking at me.  I think he was wondering the same thing I was that weekend.
'Who is this person?'

We walked and Mr. Westinghouse started telling stupid riddles.  We all
tried to figure them out.  When he finally gave us the answer we all
groaned and he moved on to the next one.  We arrived at the peak of the
hill we were climbing.  You could see everything.  We could make out where
the campsite was and the store on the other side of the lake.  It was
beautiful.  I was in heaven.  I had a new 'boyfriend' I guess and a dad
that was much cooler than I though.  I looked behind us and JW had his arm
around my dad...and my dad was leaning into him.  Not in a sexual way but
in a way that said they'd been buddies for a long time.  Buddies who
understood each other.

Just as I was reveling in the moment Mr. Westinghouse said, "Guess it's
time to head back."  We all looked at one another and without a word we
just started back down the hill.  As we passed the place where my dad got a
blowjob from my new boyfriend I thought to myself, 'I wonder what it would
be like to give my dad a blowjob'.  I felt my dick starting to firm up but
just ignored it for the moment.

We got to the boat and ended up getting wet all over again.  But this time
it was different.  It was a little later in the afternoon and it was
starting to feel a little chilly.  My dad and JW sat in back of the boat
and smoked a joint.  They decided not even to pretend.  My dad gave me a
look that said 'just don't say anything'.  I sat next to Tommy who was
driving a little faster than he probably should have, but he was the
cutest, wildest boy I'd ever met.  I wanted him to be my boyfriend forever.

When we got back to the campsite we were all tired.  Tommy asked my dad if
I could stay at their campsite 'til dinner and my dad said, "Fine.  I'll
tell your mother.  You two be good now," he said as he looked at Tommy and
winked.

"Yes Mr. Patterson," he said in a mock respectful tone.

Suddenly I was so tired I could barely stand.  Mr. Westinghouse looked at
the two of us and said, "Okay, you boys take a nap.  I'll wake you in a
little bit."

Tommy and I both walked into the tent.  We pulled off our clothes and lay
down on the sleeping bags.  The last thing I remember was Tommy spooning me
and saying, "Yep.  I like you a lot."  I had died and gone to heaven.

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I hope you enjoyed this fictional story.  Thanks to those of you who have
sent me your experiences.  There are a couple of you that have been sending
me some great stories.  I wish you'd think about sharing them with the rest
of the Nifty community.  If you have any compliments or good dirty stories
please feel free to email me: karlsfriend@gmail.com