Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2012 14:40:21 -0500
From: Robert Tite <rupertbtite@gmail.com>
Subject: Father and Son Picnic

	I am 16 years old and have never been that close to my dad,
James. My name is Blake and I play baseball in a local league. So, last
Fall after the season was over, coach Craig organized a father and son
picnic complete with games and competitions with the teams being the father
and son. I was not looking forward to it. We live in a blue collar town and
my dad works as a computer designer in the city. He is 37, 6'2" and he
doesn't work out a lot, and has a good swimmers build. He usually wears a
suit and tie and I have only seen him jeans and a sweat shirt a few times
and nothing less. All my team mates dads are macho guys and I just know
that we are not going to be much competition for them.

	It was held on a Saturday which turned out to be a warm October
day. My dad, Patrick, had to go in to work that morning and told me that he
would meet me there. I caught a ride with my buddy Scott and his dad Jake.
Everyone began arriving at noon. Coach already had the hot dogs and
hamburgers cooking. I met a few of my team mates dads and they all were in
their late 30's and early 40's. Most of them were in really good shape and
wearing tanks or sleeveless shirts. My dad finally arrived after 2 pm
wearing the same dress pants, shirt and tie he wore to the office. He stuck
out like a sore thumb. I forgot to tell him about the competitions which
were planned. I introduced him to coach Craig and some of the other dads. I
think they squeezed his hand harder than usual when he shook hands with
them.  I could see some of the guys looking in our direction and talking.

	Coach rounded everyone up for the first game. The Three-legged
race. We paired up and tied our legs together. I told my dad to please give
it his best shot. Coach blew his starting whistle and the race began. We
started off slow as the others pulled away. I tried to pick up the pace and
we stumbled. Dad fell to the ground. I had to pick him up to continue. A
short distance later, he fell again, but this time bringing me down with
him. Some of the dads who already crossed the finish line began laughing at
us. That got me a little mad. By the time we finished dead last, dad's
pants were dirty and his shirt tails had come loose. The guys were making
jokes about how did I become such an athlete with a dad like that. I began
to defend my dad and it became a "my dad is better than your dad". Coach
cut in by saying that there are more contests for us to try and win.

	The next one was the Obstacle course. My dad took off his tie and
neatly folded it and then undid his top shirt button. He was going to give
his best effort in this race. He took off fast as soon as the starting gun
fired. He led the pack in the 50 yard dash, but when it came to the tire
walk, he tripped on every other tire. He fell back towards the end of the
the group. On the monkey bars, he gained a few places. His shirt tails were
all untucked and his shirt pulled open another two buttons exposing some of
his lean toned chest. The towering scaling wall was next and the last
obstacle. He jumped at the rope and pulled himself up and over the wall in
good time bringing himself over the finish line in third place. I high
fived him to congratulate him. Some of my team mates started laughing and
pointing at my dads ass. I looked around my dad and saw that his pants had
ripped apart when he went over the wall. He had on a pair of red skimpy
bikini underwear. All these guys wear are boxers, jocks or nothing. The
material had a shimmer to them like they were silk. I had to admit that he
had some really good firm glutes. He is my dad and I only bang chicks, but
he did look sexy in that bikini from behind. He got mad and embarrassed,
and ran to the park bathroom.
	Scott and his dad, Jake, followed him in there to see if he needed
anything. Inside, I could hear my dad tell them that he didn't need to
borrow any clothes from them. Jake was offended and said, "Fine. I wouldn't
want no fucking Princess to touch his clothes anyways". My dad was pretty
dirty as well, so Scott decided to rinse my dad off with his piss. He
pulled out a long and meaty cock and began peeing on my dads shoes and
moved up along his right pant leg until he was spraying my dads crotch.
"How do you like that? Patrick." Jake taunted. My dad reached out to stop
Scott and Jake grabbed my dads shoulders. His strong hands pulled my dads
dress shirt off his shoulders and down his back, popping the rest of the
buttons off it.
	Jake was holding my dads shirt tied wrists behind his back. His
upper torso was completely smooth, except a few hairs around each nipple,
showing off his defined muscles. My teenage friend told him that he looked
like a little boy. " And what about that sissy underwear?", Scott teased.
He loosed my dads Imported leather belt and pulled down his pants to see
the whole red bikini. Wow! He had a full package down there. His cock
stretched out the front quite a bit. Scott's piss had soaked through to
them making them cling to large manhood. The material had become a little
transparent when it got wet. His legs were lean and completely smooth. I'm
pretty hairy myself, so why did he have hardly any hair on his body. Even
at the waistband there was nor hair. From where I was standing, I thought
that I could see stubble below his belly button. Jake spanked his hard ass
a couple of times. Scott grabbed my dad at the waist, when my dad flinched
and laughed a little. He was extremely ticklish. So, Scott lightly ran his
fingertips up along his sides up to his armpits. My dad squirmed around and
his nipples hardened up. His dick seemed to grow and stretch out the
bikinis even more. Jake had decided that Patrick needed his butt spanked
bare, so he lowered the back of my dads briefs. He slapped at them lightly
and ran his callosed hands over the baby smooth mounds. My dad lurched his
hips foreward trying to move away from the rough hands touching his
ass. Scott grabbed at my dads waist to push him back so to give Patrick his
hairless globes. My dad jerked and giggled proving to Scott that he was
very ticklish.
	That gave Scott an idea. He began to trace his linebackers fingers
up along my dads sides and into his nearly hairless armpits. He pushed
backwards pressing his firm glutes into Jake's hands causing the fingers of
his right hand to wedge in between the smooth globes. Jake seemed to get
turned on by my dad's muscular ass. He continued the progress of his
fingers until he could feel the moist hairless hole. When my dad felt his
finger tips reach his asshole he jerked forward again brushing his
pulsating member into Scott's packed teenage jock. Scott traced his roving
fingers over to his hardened nipples and began flicking them. I could see a
clear sticky fluid form on the front of my dad's thin bikinis. His swollen
cock head and large piss hole was clearly visible. Scott began to tug on
the few hairs surrounding each of his brown nipples. A gasp escaped from my
dad's lips. Jake pulled apart his firm cheeks with one hand and poked his
middle finger at the twitching hole. He spit at the hole and pushed in to
his first knuckle.
	"Don't tell me that you haven't played with your man pussy
before!", Jake taunted. "It is sooo smooth and tasty looking", he whispered
in his ear.  Scott was really working over my Dads rounded pecs and swollen
hardened nipples. My Dads body slumped slightly under the manipulating
hands of the father and teenage son. I couldn't tell, but I swear he was
moaning. I have never even seen my dad without his shirt so this was really
hot to see his hot body like this. I began stroking my horny drooling
cock. Jake shoved his thick index finger all the way in his moist ass
hole. All of a sudden, my dads cock jerked over the top of his skimpy
briefs and shot a huge pent up load of cum splattering Scott's abs and
chest. "Geez! Look at the mess our little girly man made", Scott said to
his father. Jake replied, "I think he should be made to clean it up. With
his tongue!'. He grabbed my dads neck and guided his face to his sons
torso. "EAT IT!". My dad reluctantly began to lick up his sperm of the
hunky teenagers rippled abs. Jake guided him up to Scott's pecs which were
had a light covering of blond hair. Dad's mind seemed to have gone into
auto pilot. He looked like he was worshiping those pumped up muscles with
his mouth. Scott was pleasantly surprised to feel those lips as they
instinctively closed around his large nipples. His flaccid cock instantly
went rigid which was still swinging free from his shorts. It didn't go
unnoticed by his father who then slowly guided the now cum hungry
white-collar dad's face downward toward his son's twitching missile. He
took his free hand to continue playing with his sons stimulated nips. That
caused Scott to fire his teenage sperm adding a fresh covering onto his
abs. I couldn't believe my eyes! My dad's tongue continued to lap up
another dudes cum. I've tasted my own, but some other guys I never even
thought of, until now. I blasted my own load against the buildings wall. I
zipped up and high tailed out of there.
	Scott and his father casually joined the rest of us. They had
slight smiles across their faces.

End of Part 1