Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2016 06:51:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: primaryelements@yahoo.com
Subject: A Night in the Woods

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A cool bead of sweat dripped down the back of his neck as he walked to the
fire pit. Several logs and a large pile of dried twigs were piled up in
Eric's arms, fuel for tonight's warmth. Even though the sun was beating
down now, nearly a decade of these camping trips had taught him to plan
early.

"Ya got it all, sport? I can give ya a hand if you need it."

The cluster of wood thunked onto the dirt next to the pit. "A little late
for that I think," Eric laughed.

"I know, but I thought it'd be nice to offer."

Eric gave his dad a light shove, "Not sure how much you could help anyways,
old man."

Jason had been bringing his son Eric on these camping trips since his son
was twelve. It was his way of reaching out to his son after the divorce.

The first trip was more or less a disaster: Jason hadn't accounted for the
temperature drop, and the tent's rainfly was nowhere to be found when a
sudden storm picked up. That night was spent holed up in the car, shivering
and crying, but not simply because of the weather. As it happened, a shitty
situation opened the door for a father-son discussion of emotions and life
lessons.

With the ice broken, the next day was set to be a fun, exploratory camping
day. Except the rain didn't stop. With brighter spirits than the sky, Jason
drove the pair to a nearby hotel and took advantage of the free cable to
watch the game they were going to miss. Some popcorn, snacks, and jumping
on the bed turned the gloomy weekend into a success. The following year the
two returned to the mountains, this time better prepared, and thus the
Western mountain camping trip turned into an annual event.

As the sun began to fall behind the mountains, chirping gave way to
crickets and croaking. A golden blanket was tossed over the grassy opening
in which the men had pitched their tent. The first flames crackled in the
tiny wooden teepee his father had constructed. Eric watched a single ember
float up into the colorful sky as his dad encouraged the flames with his
breath. In no time, hot dogs were sizzling on skewers and a crisp clack of
a new beer can echoed through the calm breeze of a summer night.

"You ever get tired of looking up at those stars?"

"Never," his father replied, gazing up with his son, the two reclining in
foldout camp chairs, "but if I do, there's the fire. It's like the rest of
the world doesn't even exist all the way out here."

A shooting star streaked the sky. His son didn't see it, so they waited for
another. "It was a rough year, dad."

His beard rustled as he sighed, "It sure was." The fire crackled as the two
broke the gaze of the stars to look at each other. Jason's eyes rested
slightly below his son's. The distant croaks seemed to dim.

"Hey," Eric said, his hand finding his father's shoulder, "we can lean on
each other. You know that."

Their eyes met. Their breathing seemed to find a rhythm, soothing one
another without words. He squeezed his son's hand before resting his arm
around him, pulling him as close as the chairs would allow.

"I don't know when ya got like this, knowing the right thing to say. That's
supposed to be my job, ain't it?" Their bodies chuckled in unison.

"I dunno, dad." Eric thought of that time ten years ago, shivering in the
suburban as the rain pelted the windshield. He thought of the time after
State, when he didn't make the catch. He thought of the time in his
bedroom, fists clenched, bloodshot eyes, heart broken. Each thought
accompanied by a warm, strong voice. "I guess I had a good teacher."

The last glowing ashes lit the brief path back to the tent. Eric went in
first, hunching for the short ceiling. He took a moment to undo his boots
and placed them in the corner before Jason stepped into their home. He
bumped Eric a few times, joking about how they should've gotten a bigger
tent after Eric hit his growth spurt eight years back. Eric laughed,
reminding his father how cold they'd be if there was a bunch of room in the
tent, his sentence punctuated with the zipper closing the tent.

Jason had brought a small lamp, but neither of them turned it on. They both
rested on their arms, angled towards each other, letting their eyes adjust
to the intermittent moonlight as they caught up on the previous year. While
the two kept a text-chain going, life inevitably grew cumbersome and weeks
could go by with messages unreplied. That was one of the reasons they both
enjoyed the summer camping trip: with just the two of them, they could
renew sharing their lives together, even if only for a few days.

The conversation died down as the first few trickles of an unexpected rain
pattered onto the rainfly. "Man, I really missed you, dad." Even in the
shadows of the tent, their eyes found one another.

"Every day I miss you, sport." Jason pushed up off his sleeping bag, Eric
following, and grabbed his son for a tight hug. Eric wrapped his thick arms
around his father's sturdy torso, allowing his head to rest on his father's
shoulder. Their breathing found a rhythm again, his father's warm exhales
rustling his son's hair. It had been years since they?d held one another
for this long.

They slowly pulled back, pausing in each other's embrace, their eyes
connected, lit by a stray streak of moonlight. The loud patter of rain
isolated them from the croaking frogs.

They inhaled. In that breath, Jason could have sworn he saw his son's face
inch a half step closer to his face. Their rhythm slightly increased, and
his father's fingers tightened on Eric's strong back, slightly pulling his
son towards him. They exhaled, their breath warm on each other?s face. A
distant flash of lightning made the tent glow for an instance, lighting up
the small space between their faces. The light faded, and their eyes lost
one another in the night. They inhaled. Thunder rumbled across the
mountains. They exhaled. He pulled him closer. They inhaled in the gentle,
rumbling darkness as their lips met in a soft kiss, his father's beard
brushing his son?s scruffy face.

As the thunder subsided their mouths parted, their breathing still
synchronized. Eric?s arms tightened around his father. The wind blew and
the rain speckled the tent as their lips met once more, this time with a
passionate vigor, filled with longing of half a decade. Their hands moved,
peeling off shirts and grappling with belt buckles. Shorts were pushed
against the tent wall, Eric not wearing underwear, just like his dad.

With their bodies fully exposed, Jason straddled his son, laying him on his
back. His father felt Eric's thick, stiff cock rubbing against his furry
stomach as the two continued kissing. Eric's hands explored the muscular,
hairy terrain of his father's chest and back, moving down to the soft fuzz
of his ass. His father growled in pleasure as Eric massaged his cheeks,
slowly inching his torso further underneath his father.

Jason kissed his son deeper, encouraging him to push further. He grabbed
the edge of the sleeping bag as his son positioned his hard dick onto his
cheeks. Jason broke the kiss long enough to spit onto his hand and start
rubbing it into his hole. Eric smiled as he licked his own hand and reached
around to lube up his cock.

The two met in a kiss as Eric slowly began pushing his way into his
father. Jason breathed heavily onto his son?s lips as he tried to relax
onto his son. It had been a while since he had done this with another
man. Eric applied more spit to his cock and resumed pushing until his
father had taken his entire rod. They lay there for a moment, Eric savoring
the feel of his raw cock inside his father, Jason relishing the fullness of
the man he made inside him.

Jason grunted as Eric began pulling out, and he moaned as his son pushed
back in. The thrusts began to synchronize with their heavy breathing, their
bodies rocking in unison. Eric shifted his body, and Jason's moans
increased in volume as his son began pounding his prostate. He grabbed his
father?s ass to stabilize his powerful thrusts.

"Fuck yeah, dad," Eric growled, "your ass feels so good."

His father clenched the edges of the sleeping bag, his breath
ragged. "You're getting me close, sport."

Eric tightened his grip on his father. "Me too, dad. Want me to finish?"

"Fuck ya, son, fill up my hole. Fuck your daddy ?til he cums."

Eric thrust harder and faster, howling into the steamy tent. Jason's lips
met his son's as he moaned deeply, his free cock exploding into the space
between their chests. His ass contracted, squeezing onto his son's dick,
and Eric couldn?t hold on any longer. He let loose, spurting his hot cum
deep into his father. The pair, father and son, exhaled hard in
contentment, his son's dick slipping out, and laid there listening to the
rain.