Date: Tue, 17 Aug 2004 05:16:28 +0200 From: Xerxys Hunter Subject: My Father's Son: Camping Part Two My Father's Son Part Two - The Camping Trip II DISCLAIMER: This is a complete work of fiction, involving sexual encounters between same-sex relations. If it is illegal for you to read such material, please leave. "Alex, where did you learn to suck dick like that? I've never cum so much in my life, boy. That was amazing. I must have drained the entire contents of my nuts into your face." I simply laid on top of my father, my head resting upon his hairy beergut that heaved up and down in heavy breaths, sucking the last few drops of his precious cum from his softening dick. My own cock was throbbing, aching for a release of its own, but I ignored it, my mind still reeling from the inundation of senses I was feeling. "It's your turn next, son," purred my father as he gently stroked my face with his large, powerful hand. "You have an incredible cock, dad," I said, looking up into his dark brown eyes that gazed at me, dreamy and satiated. "I sucked a lot of dicks in college, but none come close to yours." "It's a pretty damn fine cock, I'll say that much. But I think it's yours we need to worry about now, son. It's looking pretty fucking angry, and I'm eager to taste my boy's seed in my mouth. Lay on your back, son." I hauled myself from on top of his powerful body and lay out on the ground. My six inches, not as thick as my father's but still more than a mouthful for many, lay on my stomach, leaking clear fluid onto my hair-swathed, defined abs. By now, the tent was almost pitch black as the day had drained away from the world long ago. Dad quickly reached up to the small camping lantern that hung from the apex of the tent's framework, switching it on and bathing everything in a cool, blue-white glow. Dad looked back down at me, his eyes, wandering over my slightly furry, naked, athletic torso, stretched out upon his sleeping bag. His fingers gently trailed over my tight abs and upwards over one of my defined pecs, rubbing gently against a nipple as I squirmed slightly beneath his touch. "You have a beautiful body, Alex. And a beautiful cock, too." "69 me, dad. I want that dick and those huge hairy bull-balls in my face while you suck me. I want to get you hard again." At this, dad crawled up my torso on his hands and knees, gazing down at me with eyes brimming over with love. He then forcefully kissed me, his tongue pushing its way deep into my mouth, tasting his own fluids in his son's mouth. Breaking the kiss, he then swung around until his knees were straddling my head, and his now-flaccid horsedick was swinging tantalisingly close above my face. Behind it, his two swollen nuts sagged low in their generous sac, wrapped in thick, black wiry fur. Suddenly, my cock was bathed in the warmth of my father's mouth, and with the sound of my father's forced release of breath, I could feel his goatee brushing against my groin. He'd taken my entire cock in one go, and I could feel that my head was lodged firmly in his throat, and he was having no problems administering a good hard suction along my thick, rigid shaft. He'd praised my administrations to his member, but I'd never met anyone who was able to take my girth in their throat on the first go. It didn't enter my mind then, but I later wondered how much practice my dad had been having. Instead, I just yelped with pleasure as dad's tongue lapped at my throbbing pole, his throat's swallowing action massaging my head. "Not too fast, dad. I'm already fit to bust a nut, and I want this to last. I want you hard again by the time I cum." My father didn't reply, but instead just eased up on the suction a little, and concentrated more on slowly lapping his tongue up and down the sides of my shaft as he lazily slid it in and out of his throat, my thickness obviously no problem for him. I reached up and grabbed my father's firm, round hairy buttocks. Edging my fingers into his fuzzy, deep crack, I spread my hands out over those two firm globes and pulled down on them slightly, signalling to dad that I was ready to complete the circle of our bodies. Willingly, dad lowered his hips towards me, and I once again found my face buried in his hairy groin; his soft, fat tube of flesh lolling over the side of my face as his nuts rolled around on my forehead. For a while, I simply inhaled my father's scent, his crotch smelling muskier now than before, the scent of exertion from his mammoth orgasm strong around the base of his cock. Because dad is three inches taller than me, he was having to bend his midsection slightly to plant his crotch squarely on my face, but with one hand, I was running my hands over his crunched, hairy abs, feeling how solid and defined they were, even through his slight paunch. I began to gently run my tongue through the coarse pubic hair, acrid with fresh sweat and the faint taste of his seed, working my further back, until I came at last to his balls. I figured out in the logical part of my mind that it was virtually impossible to fit both of them in my mouth at once, but I wanted to make my father so proud of me, and to make sure that he always came back for more. Sucking first one into my mouth, I rolled it around, sucking hard on it as dad groaned noisily with pleasure from between my own legs. As I did this, I felt the first twitch from his cock that was now lying against my neck, and as I sucked harder and more vigourously it began to slowly expand, elongating down the side of my neck, stiffening once more. I decided it was now time to attempt both of those monstrous bull-nuts. First, I allowed the one I had been feasting upon to fall from my mouth, immediately replacing it with his other, my tongue now lapping at the other half of his hairy sac, hoping that I was slicking it up enough to allow it to fit inside my mouth. When I felt ready, I sucked as hard as I could on that one ball, pulling it far to the back of my throat as dad groaned ever-louder, then using my fingers I began stuffing the second one in past my lips. With a sudden long slurping sound, my cheeks ballooned as both of my father's balls, the very same that had created me, now consumed every last bit of space in my mouth. With a braying grunt, dad suddenly pulled off my dick entirely, but I had been so focused on filling my mouth with his bull-nuts, I hadn't been paying attention to dad's own efforts on my genitals. "Son... Damn... You did it, boy... I knew you could take it, Alex... You don't know how hot you're getting me again..." As he muttered between his panting, his now-solid cock, now hovering parallel above my chest, dropped its first bead of precum onto the top of my tight abs, giving me a clear indication of how turned on dad was. "Let me see your face, son, all puffed up with your dad's big hairy nuts." Dad then did something similar to a press-up, lifting his body further away from mine, then dropped his head down to take a look at the view. Beneath the sight of his cock pointing up his bely towards him was his son's face - my face - my cheeks stretched to their limit by his oversized testicles. By now, I was breathing noisily through my nose, my airway almost blocked by the volume that I was holding. "Haven't had both of these babies sucked on at the same time in a long while, son. Now, start getting some good suction going on those things, while I try something. But whatever I do, keep those bull-nuts in that mouth of yours." I mumbled my assention through my mouthfull of hairy dad-balls just as my entire head was lifted from the ground as dad raised his hips once again. Following his instructions, I sucked hard on his balls and tightened my lips around the root of his sac to prevent it from being pulled from within me. Dad was almost bellowing at what would have been torture for me, but was obviously amazing for him, judging by how he was now issuing animalistic grunts and whimpers in time to my sucking and breathing rhythm. "Hurts... so damn fucking... good, son... Keep on... keep on doin' it, boy..." With the entire weight of my head hanging from my dad's nuts, I sucked on them as though I wanted to crush them in the vacuum my mouth was creating. Dad lowered his upper torso once more and reconnected the circle, once more spearing himself on my fat six inches. His long groans oscillated throughout my shaft, making it feel as though it were going to erupt and never end. My body was electrified, and my own groans began to join those of my father's as I hung from his corpulent balls, sucking them for dear life as my climax began mounting. Then suddenly the sensations around my dick stopped as dad lowered my head gently back to the ground, whilst keeping his mouth over my throbbing, edging dick, but not moving or making a sound. The sensations that had been rushing in towrds the centre of my body, that should have ignited at my balls and sent me over the edge of orgasm, simply raged and eddied around within my belly, the feelings just as intense as any orgasm I'd experienced, but without the initial surge. It was amazing, and my father's balls were pushed forcefully from my mouth as I began panting, my body climaxing, but without the accompanying orgasm. As my head whipped from side-to-side, my hips tried bucking into dad's face, to end the sensory overload that was swirling through me, but dad kept my groin pinned hard against the ground, not moving until the feelings began to wash away. I had been murmuring incoherently between long gasps of breath, and now I lay still as I felt myself returning to some form of normality once more. When dad felt it was safe for him to move without triggering my instantaneous eruption, he slid my throbbing member from between his lips. "Was that your first time being brought to the edge, son?" Dad scooted around until he was now knelt between my open legs, and grinned up at me, his face a little flushed, but even more beautiful than ever to me. "It certainly sounded like it." "It was indescribeable, dad. I was cumming, but... I wasn't actually CUMMING. I felt as though my head would explode. What did you do?" "It's called edging, Alex. Just before the point of no return, if you time it just right, you can play tricks on your body. You get all the sensations of cumming, but if you don't actually cum, your body can't switch them off, and they just kinda... rush around inside you for a while, because they can't get out." Dad leant down and gently kissed the head of my dick, with throbbed up against his face as he did so. Even that slight contact felt as though it were enough to set me blasting, but instead just a bead of precum dropped slowly to my stomach, hanging from a thin line of the clear, sweet liquid. "If you practice, you can do that over and over again. Some of those feelings are kind of stored up each time, and it's like increasing the pressure in a container, but increasing it many more times than you'd usually do. When you finally do cum, all of those stored-up feelings just come rushing out. It's the most intense feeling I know of, to have been edging for hours, before finally releasing." "I want to feel that too, dad." The need to cum was almost overwhelming, but dad's words sounded loud in my head. I wanted to build up all of those feelings, before filling my dad's mouth and throat with them. I wanted my first orgasm by my father's hand (or in this case, mouth), to be so huge and so memorable, that it would stay with me forever. Dad chuckled as I gazed into his eyes. "It takes a lot of control, son. You really have to concentrate on damming up those feelings; we may need to practice some more before you can edge like your old man. It took me ages to get it right. In fact, I swore I was going to be getting my first taste of my boy's cum back there, but you did real good. I'm proud of you." The feelings that surged through me at his words felt almost as good as my restrained climax, and I immediately sat up, engulfing dad with a long, hard, deep kiss. my arms held tightly around his neck, pulling him toghtly into me as we sank slowly backwards, my father's weight pinning me to the ground. Our dicks, solid and oozing, slid against one another as we embraced ever closer, ever deeper, until I began slowly grinding my hips up into my father's crotch, rubbing my fat pole against his furry stomach. Dad pulled away from the kiss, a coy grin on his face. "I thought you wanted to try edging some more?" He slid back down to between my legs, ready for whichever answer I gave him - to bring me to orgasm and give him his first taste of his son's seed, or to try and build me up to the next level, to lead his son into unexplored sexual territory. "Well, we've got plenty of time for practicing the finer arts, dad." Dad's coy grin widened further, before his head was lowered once more to my dick, expertly engulfing my length to the hilt again. "Oh... Dad, 69 me again," I asked through short gasps. Without removing my member from his mouth, Dad swung around until his crotch was once again above my face. His prick was still fully stiff, pointing horizontally towards his chest. As dad resumed his slow, deliberate worship of my cock, I maneuvered his towards my mouth. It's obscene length meant that dad had to pull his knees tight against my head, pinning it in place, to allow him to give his groin the extra height needed for me to get his fat head into my mouth, but once I had, I began returning it to its rightful place down my throat. Dad's slight height advantage on me was proving to be extremely useful. His 6'3" body, compared to my own six feet, meant that as he lowered himself onto me, instead of crunching his abs slightly as he had done before, he kept his torso perfectly straight. This angled the base of his dick a little above the line of my mouth, and as I leant my head back to align myself with the incoming rod of hard flesh, my mouth and throat were perfectly aligned to receive dad's dick. As I once again felt his head nudging at the entrance to my throat, which was now a little more accustomed to such a large presence demanding entrance, I swallowed hard and with just a tiny amount of gagging that as quickly surpressed, felt over half of dad's amazing tool sink inside me. Dad knew almost instinctively how much I could take, backing up until he was clear of my throat once more to allow me to catch another lungful of fresh air, before I went for the whole thing. My hands, once again enclosing his furry buttocks, pulled him slowly and forcefully within me, until my nose was pressed tightly into the root of his large sac, and his heavy bull-nuts were resting against my eyes. With some strong, hard swallowing massaging dad's fat, hard shank, I felt dad's dick throb forcefully before he once again retracted into my mouth, allowing me to taste yet more of the seemingly endless flow of his prejuices and to take another deep breath, preparing myself for the onslaught that he would administer to my mouth and throat, now he knew I was once again prepared for it. As dad began to build up a steady rhythm, I was once again able to focus a little more on what was happening to my own dick. Dad had been carefully working his way up and down my shaft, leaving no area untouched by his strong, lapping tongue, his throat accepting my oversized head and purposefully milking it with slow, steady swallows that had begun to reignite those incredible feelings that I had not yet released. Now that his own dick was thrusting deep into my own gullet, he began to match the motion on my own dick, in an alternate pattern; as he sank every last inch into my eager, filled throat, he would pull off from mine, the vacuum created as he retreated onto my head intensely powerful. Then, as I felt my dad dragging his entire length from within my throat, with my mouth creating a similar, even more powerful vacuum around his own head, he would slide back down onto my thick six inches. This alternation between our strokes enabled both of us to concentrate on the amazing feelings that were growing between us. My own body was once again filling up with sensations, and I knew that an incredibly powerful orgasm was welling up from deep within my churning balls. I was concentrating as hard as I could on slowing down its surging force, but dad's expert mouthwork, coupled with the feeling of dad's amazing, huge prong deepthroating my hungry gullet, meant that it wasn't going to be long, and dad was picking up his rate of thrusting and sucking, sensing my impending climax. I wanted our union to be complete; for us to feed each other our heavy loads at the same moment. I wanted my throat deluged by blast after glorious blast of dad's hot jizz as I was unleashing my own torrent into his throat. Knowing the moment of no return was once again rushing headlong towards me, I took my left hand from over dad's round ass and trailed it up the underside of his torso, until I felt the swollen, stiff point of his nipple. I couldn't hold out very much longer against the onslaught of dad's master technique. In unison, I grabbed dad's right nipple, clamping onto it as hard as I could, as my right hand burrowed deeper into dad's ass-crack. It was incredibly moist, and as I began twisting and pulling on dad's nipple, forcefully sank my middle finger through his soft fleshy sphincter, his sweat aiding my progress, as I reached the point of no return for the second time and charged past into orgasm. Dad's response was instant. I had managed to take as deep a breath as possible before my attack on his tit and hole, and it was sorely needed. As the feelings overtook me, dad plunged his dick suddenly into my throat, slamming it all the way to the hilt as he let out a stifled howl, his mouth still engulfing my own, jerking cock. I felt as though my body was turning itself inside out as I began pouring load after load into my father's clenching throat. My hands flew from their places on my dad's nipple and in his ass as I began drumming my hands against the ground to either side of me as I felt the first eruption from dad's cock, which was jammed as far down my throat as it could go, pinning my head to the ground. My head was spinning with ecstacy as I unleashed a flood of jizz into dad's throat as he began doing the same to me. Every load I was shooting felt as though it were an entire, explosive orgasm in itself, my hips bucking upwards into dad's face as he guzzled on my seed, whilst his own climax tore through his body and into me. After his second blast, dad violently and fully returned to his fucking of my face, pulling out almost entirely, dumping a hefty wad of his seed into my abused mouth, before piston-driving his rod back down into my throat, where a further load would be driven directly into my stomach. He then pulled my rampaging dick from within his throat after my fourth huge, long blast, and sucked for all he was worth, doubling the already explosive feelings that coursed through me, draining from the very edges of my body and out through my dick, into his mouth. Even after dad's own climax had abated, I just couldn't stop. I had worked up a huge amount of cum that was surging from me in great, fat wads. I must have blasted more than ten full loads into dad's throat and mouth, and it was so incredibly intense that I was sure I would pass out. Dad pulled his dribbling, still-hard dick from my mouth as my last few full wads bloated his mouth, and I was able to at last vocalise just how I was feeling. Between long gulps of air, I howled and grunted through gritted teeth as finally, the largest, longest and fiercest orgasm I'd ever had in my life up until that point ebbed away, my wild grunting softening to long, exhausted groans that died to soft whimpers as dad continued to milk my dick with his mouth, the majority of my vast load still held within his distended cheeks. As he finally allowed my softening dick to slide from his mouth, a small amount of my cum trailing after it, dad slowly turned my thick seed around in his mouth for a short while as he turned himself around until he was laid beside me, before slowly swallowing it down. He was literally dripping with sweat, as was I, and I thick line of my cum streaked down his chin. I felt as though I had sweated almost every last drop of fluid from within me, and my face was splattered with my father's seed, his vigourous face-fucking having pumped it out from my mouth and sending it in all directions. My jaw ached incredibly, and my neck felt as though it was going to be sore for the rest of the camping trip. But I had never felt happier, or more fulfilled. "You taste incredible, son. That was some load you gave your old man there. You beat me by a mile. But then, it was my second round." I was completely spent, even though I'd only cum the once. I could only manage to sigh, long and deep, as dad climbed on top of me and we ebraced tightly, our mouths connecting hard, as we kissed deeply, the taste of our loads mingling between us. "We'd better get cleaned up before going to sleep," dad announced finally after kissing and writhing against each other for what felt like hours. My strength had returned somewhat in that time, but I simply groaned and held him close to my, one hand gently massaging a firm globe of his ass, my fingers tentatively exploring a little way into that deep, sweaty, hairy crack. "I want to sleep like this," I purred with an impish grin as my middle finger gently contacted with his fleshy ring, making him gasp and grind his limp dick against mine for a moment. "I want to go to sleep, covered by your cum and sweat, with you holding me tightly all night." My finger once again stroked against the soft ring of muscle at the entrance to dad's ass, but this time dad sighed and pushed back against my finger, and it was swallowed up to the first knuckle. "Ooh, that felt so good when you did that earlier, Alex. With that and your fingers on my nipple, I couldn't stop myself." By now, dad had ground his ass backwards onto my entire finger, and was spreading his legs wider apart. "Everything you do just turns me on so... ahh..." Another finger began sliding its way through his soft ring, his sweat acting as lubricant, cutting off his train of thought. But then dad seemed to regain his composure a little, and slowly pulled off from my gentle fingering of his hole. "Come on, son. I've shot two incredible loads tonight. Your old man's not superhuman. I expect you're ready to collapse after that monster cum-session you had, too. Let's clean off in the stream, then we can get some sleep, and pick up tomorrow where we left off today." As he said this, he began to back out of the tent, and just as he was almost outside, leant forward and scooped me up in his arms, carrying me out into the dark clearing. The pale light from the tent afforded us just enough light to make our way down to the stream by, with my hands wrapped around my father's large, powerful frame. He waded into the water until it was up to his waist, then suddenly flung me forward, into the deeper water. I yelped as I flew the short distance through the air, but thankfully the cool that had descended within the clearing was almost equal to the warmth that the slow, lazy stream had retained from the day, making my plunge into the water not quite so shocking. After getting used to the water's temperature, the two of us splashed around for a little bit, rough-housing like we used to do when I was a kid. Dad would lock his arms around my torso and plunge me beneath the water for a moment, before releasing his grip, allowing me to surface once again. Maybe he remembered how I had panicked earlier in the day when he had forced me beneath the water, pressing my submerged face into his stiff cock for the first time. As our bodies began to lightly shiver from the cooling temperature, we finished removing the sweat and cum from our bodies, some of the cum now dried into our body hair. We then waded back onto dry land and scooted up to the tent, both of us now shivering violently, before grabbing our towels and starting to dry ourselves off in the cool evening air, our teeth chattering and our skin covered in goose-flesh. Half-dry, I then walked up to dad and began to dry him myself, his arms automatically dropping to his sides, his towel clutched in his right hand. I worked the soft towelling over his broad, powerful chest, removing any last drops that hid and clung in the forest of dark hair. I moved downwards to his belly in brisk circular motions, shaking hard as I dried my father's glorious body. As I knelt down to begin drying his groin and legs, dad began to dry me, his large powerful hands rubbing the towel energetically over my back. We continued to rub over each other's bodies until we were both completely dry, then placed our towels spread out on the ground to dry overnight, as it wasn't cold enough for dew, before crawling into the tent. The stench of sweat and cum was powerful, and my cock instinctivally twitched as I breathed in the smell, brief images of what had happened between father and son that evening passing through my mind. I was broken from my daydreaming by dad, who was pushing past me, his sleeping bag, splattered with patches of cum and sweat, balled up in his hands. "I'd better wash this out and leave it to dry with the towels, otherwise it'll be ruined." "I don't mind; it'd mean you'd have no choice but to share mine all week," I called after him as he trotted naked towards the stream once more. Although there wasn't enough light to see anything more of him than a dark silhouette, the sound of his deep but gentle chuckling drifted back to my ears, making me smile as I unzipped my own bag and crawled in, waiting for dad to return. "Well, we could have a hundred sleeping bags, but I'd only sleep in the same one as my boy," he replied as his head poked through the entrance to the tent, grinning at me, his wide smile framed by that wonderful, neatly trimmed goatee, his eyes flashing with a mischevious look. I flipped open the top half of my sleeping bag, revealing my naked form to him once more whilst simultaneously inviting him to join me. He winked at me as his arm reached up and doused the camping lantern, and we were suddenly engulfed in darkness. Then the solid form of my father's body began sliding up against me, his feet delving into the bottom of the sleeping bag entwining with mine. As he rolled over onto his side, facing me, I flipped the cover of the bag over him, and reached over, zipping us up, before sliding back down to face him. Our arms snaked around each other's cold bodies as we hugged tightly together, and the scratchy hairs of my father's goatee were suddenly upon my face as he slowly covered it with gentle kisses. His hands ran in large circles over my back as his lips rained their soft caresses over my face and neck. "I love you, Alex," he whispered, almost breathlessly, as he continued his adoration of my face. "I love you, too, dad," I replied without hesitation, my arms pulling him even tighter for a moment to emphasise my words. Then our lips connected, and as our heads slowly sank into the soft pillow, we gently kissed, our mouths lightly caressing each other, our lips moving over the other's. We stayed like that for what seemed like an age, just embracing and kissing as sleep began to fall upon us. Just as dad's breathing deepened and his kisses trailed off, I turned over onto my other side, my back to him, yawning contentedly as I did so. Dad immediately wrapped his thick, strong arms around me once more and pulled me tightly into his slightly bent torso, spooning me. His head nuzzled up against the nape of my neck, the coarse hairs of his goatee gently brushing against the sensitive skin. "Goodnight son," dad murmured groggily, then gently kissed the back of my neck as sleep finally overtook him. I clutched his hairy forearms that circled my chest, protecting me, feeling completely fulfilled as I drifted towards my own sleep, the warmth of my dad's naked, powerful body passing into my own, his long, deep breaths flowing over the nape of my neck. "Goodnight, dad," I whispered into the still evening air as I descended into peaceful sleep. I hope you've enjoyed reading this second part of My Father's Son. Thankyou for all the wonderful responses I've had to this, my first submission to nifty. If you would like to send me any feedback and/or criticisms (even negative - I rely on other people's opinions to help improve my work for the benefit of everyone), then please email me at: writer_xerxys@hotmail.com Also, if anyone would like to act as a 'cultural editor' for my work, I would appreciate it so much. I'm an English writer, so some of the details and words may not be fitting to the American setting of the story. If any Americans have some free time to help me improve the cosmetic imperfections of this series, please email me at the address above, with the subject of your email 'Cultural Editor.' Anyone who helps will receive full credit for their efforts. Thankyou.