Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2002 23:05:21 -0500
From: Will Travis <hirsuitpursuit@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fishing Trip With Dad

Every year my dad would go on a weeklong fishing trip with his buds.  I
remember asking him every year if I could go but he would just laugh and
respond in his deep barrel chested voice that I was too young.   I used to
wait all week long for him to return and always he would come home dirty,
unshaven, reeking of stale beer and always with a goofy grin on his face.
Whenever I pressed him how his trip was he would just smile and say, "fine."
Finally it was the spring of my seventeenth year and this time my father
said yes!  I had never been so excited.  The thought of spending a week with
my dad and his buds drinking and telling dirty jokes left me with an
immediate hard on.  By the time I was twelve I began to lust for my dad--he
was the most gorgeous man I had ever known.  Twenty-four years of working in
a steel mill had left its mark on him.  Dad was 6'2", at least 250 pounds
and boy was he was barrel chested.  He had arms that were large and powerful
and a back that could have held up the house if necessary.  He was also the
hairiest man I had known with dark brown matted fur covering his broad chest
and back.  It was the kind of body hair that refused to be tamed--it was
always poking up from his neck or out from his pits through the sleeves in
his t-shirts.  That was the extent to which I had seen my father but I
always dreamed of seeing him naked.  At 16 my own body was turning rather
hirsute as hair began to creep down my legs and crawl up from my navel.
Already my armpits were full of dark hair and I would lay awake at night
running my fingers through my pits wondering what it would feel like to do
the same to my dad.  Besides growing hair at sixteen my dick was already
turning heads in the showers at school.  I guess I had a "shower" as opposed
to a grower cause even when I wasn't excited it hung there at about 5 1/2
inches long.  When hard it would pop up to 7 and I still had a lot of
growing to do!  I was hoping to find out if I got that from dad's side this
weekend and to see how much growing I had left to do.
Finally the week of the fishing trip came and dad woke me up at 4 am and got
me ready for the trip.  I started to pack underwear and jeans and shirts,
but dad just laughed and said all I need is my swimming trunks.  I packed
light and we headed out the door.  I fell asleep on the way but as the
morning sun shone in my face I awoke with my head in my dad's lap.  I just
sat there transfixed.  He was wearing a pair of cut offs that were cut
obscenely short and I could plainly see his cock bulge mere inches from my
face.
"Sit up, boy," my father said.  "We're almost there."
I sat up and looked around.  We were pulling into the parking lot of the
docks and already dad's friends were collecting their gear.  I recognized
them all as they were co-workers of dads at the steel mill. Big men they
were--hard workers, salt of the earth men.  Mike, my dad's best friend,
helped me unload my fishing gear and put it in one of the boats.  He was not
at tall as my dad but almost as muscular and had hair so blonde it was
almost white.  He wore nothing but short running shorts that left nothing to
the imagination.  When he squatted down to pick up my ice chest his balls
just fell out and swung momentarily in the morning breeze.  I watched with
labored breathing as my own cock swelled to monumentous proportions.  Mike
lifted the ice chest into the boat then I heard him mutter and readjust
himself.    Doug and my uncle Bill were already in the boat--both wearing
the ubiquitous cut offs and white "wife-beater" under shirts.
We were going in two boats to the island campground that they went to every
year.  Dad was in one boat and I got placed in the second between Doug and
Bill.  Finally off we went down the lake.  It was a tight squeeze in the
back of the boat with the two guys.  To make room for me both had moved to
each side of the boat and placed their arms around my neck.  I leaned back
and looked up at the large muscular arms and chests around me.  Both men's
armpits were in my face and the faint smell of musk lingered in the air.  I
started to pop a boner again and tried to think of fishing to keep it under
control.
Not long into the trip the beers were passed around.  Uncle Bill handed one
to me and said,
"Well you're with the men now your dad won't mind.  Forget about shaving,
forget about bathing, forget about worrying about the ladies.  Yep...a week of
beer and pissing with your dick free in the woods!"  With that Bill shoved
the beer in my hand, gave me a wink and adjusted the bugle in his denim
shorts.
So I took the beer and drank it down quickly.  Very soon afterwards I was
feeling dizzy and light-headed.  Then Mike stopped the boat.
"I gotta take fucking piss," he yelled.
He turned around and right in front of me pulled his thick pale cock out of
his shorts. With an audible flop it fell out as he leaned over the side and
let loose a thick stream of yellow piss.  Doug and Bill did the same.  Doug
reached down and pulled his cock out of his shorts while stills sitting.  It
was long as my cock was when hard but still soft and still had the foreskin
on it as well.  He pulled back the foreskin then stood up and turned around
to face outside nearly stumbling and smacking me in the face with his cock.
At this point my cock was too hard to piss but I had to go.  I stood up and
faced the side of the boat that no men were pissing on and opened my shorts.
  My dick stood straight up in the air and I let a high arc of piss out into
the lake.  A few moments later we were back in our seats and on our way to
the island again.  Beers were being drunk and fishing stories were being
told.  When we approached the island dad's boat approached ours.  At this
point I think the guys had too much beer as they started playing chicken
with the boats and chasing each other (don't do this at home kids).  Right
before we got to shore Mike veered towards dad and acted like he was going
to ram his boat.  Dad yelled "fuck" and turned hard to the left and Mike
must have realized he had gone overboard with his joke and tried to veer
right.  The end result was that both boats capsized.
The water here was shallow and we stood up and the men turn the boats over
and dumped all the gear back inside.  The food was all in ice chests but our
clothes and backpacks were soaked.  All the men cussed and yelled and
laughed as we dragged everything to shore.  Dad, soaking from head to food,
laughed and asked me if I was okay.
I joked and said I was fine and teased Doug for almost slapping my in the
face with his big horse cock when we were pissing earlier.  I couldn't
believe I said that, but I was only 16 and had never drunk beer before.
Doug laughed and blushed and said,
"Get out of the way the next time I have to piss then, boy," Doug laughed as
he cupped his dick in his shorts.  "This here is a deadly weapon."
Dad patted me on the butt then hoisted me onto his shoulders as he carried
me along to the cabin.  It was a great feeling as my legs rubbed against his
hairy chest and I prayed that my hard dick was poking him in the back of the
head. It had taken all day to get to the island and night was beginning to
fall.  Already a slight chill was in the air and all our clothes were
soaked.  As we went inside Mike and the men starting putting up the gear.
Dad started making a fire and asked me to help.  I went outside and helped
him collect some wood and kindling.  Before we went back in he stopped and
reached down and pulled off my shirt.
"That's wet, boy, we'll have to dry your clothes off or you'll get a cold
and your mom will have my hide."  He said taking my shirt and throwing it
over his shoulder.  He looked down at my still smooth chest and poked me in
the stomach.
"Smooth like a baby's butt," he teased.
"I'm getting there," I responded.  "See!"  I said and I pointed to the
growth of hair around my navel and my darkening treasure trail.  "I've got
hair where it counts!"
"I see," he said jutting out his chest.  "Where it counts, huh?  And pretty
soon you'll be a hairy SOB just like your old man," he laughed as he slowly
rubbed his hand up and down his hairy chest and stomach. I thought I saw a
growing bulge in his wet cut off, but the light was dim and he turned too
quickly.
"Come on, ol' hairy dick."  Dad teased.  "Let's get the fire started and dry
off."  Then dad walked back towards the cabin.
We went back in with the firewood and dad started the fire as the men
continued to drink.  Mike was taking some string from the fishing lines and
made a make shift clothes line to dry off the wet clothes.  When he finished
he hung up a couple of articles of clothing, then reached down and pulled
off his wet shorts and hung them up too.  Then he just stood there by the
fire--buck naked with his hands on his shoulders asking for another beer.
	"Don't catch your nuts on fire!" Dad shouted as he thew a beer to Mike.
	Mike grabbed his balls and shook them.  "My nuts will be just fine."  He
said as he let out a loud deep belch.
All the men followed suit.   I went to get another six-pack from the
kitchen.  When I came back in there was my dad hanging up his cut
offs--laughing naked as the day he was born with the other guys.
I stood there with my jaw open.  His back was to me and I could not see his
front but only his fur-covered ass.  All the guys were standing around
talking --all with what seemed to me to be slightly hard cocks.  While not
hard like mine was at that point, they all seemed to be swollen and proud.
The guys would reach down and tug once or twice during their jokes or
scratch at their balls as they jutted out their hips ever so slightly as to
show off their masculine members.  I headed back to the kitchen when my dad
yelled,
"Get out of those wet jeans, boy, like I told you or I'll paddle your ass!"
"Just a minute, dad!  I'm getting me another beer!" I replied.
Then I quickly thought of old nuns and dead cats to get my cock to go down
some.  After my hard on subsided I grabbed a beer and went into the main
room of the cabin and pulled down my shorts and hung them on the line.  I
went into the kitchen and hoisted myself up on the counter and sat there
drinking my beer.  Dad came in a few minutes later and to my surprise
hoisted himself on the counter across from me.  I tried not to stare but it
was hard not to.  Finally his naked cock was in front of me and it was huge!
  Out of dense patch of black hair it hung low-- at least 6 inches-- and
seemed swollen like the rest of the guys.  His nut sack, like mine, hung low
and swayed when he walked.  When he sat on the counter his balls continued
to hand over the edge making their length even more noticeable.  He looked
down and smirked.
"Well I see you got my equipment down there, boy."  He snickered.  "Good
thing too, you're mom's side of the family aren't hung like shit!"  Dad
looked down again and looked at his own crotch.  "Jeeze!  We're almost
identical down there!"
"Yeah.  Kids used to make fun of how big it is in school." I said.  "I
always wondered where I got it from."
Dad reached down and tugged on his cock once or twice and ran his hand along
his nut sack as if inspecting it.  Then he let it drop as it made an audible
thunk against the counter.
"Yep," he said.  "But they were just jealous.  Most guys would give anything
to be hung like us."
Gathering my drunken nerve I asked, "Will my dick ever grow as big as yours,
dad?"
Dad laughed.  "It already is, you little horn dog!"  Without realizing it I
had popped a full blown boner and was just sitting there in front of my dad
with it.  I turned red and started to get down but dad stopped me.
"It's okay, boy, it's just us men anyways." Dad responded.  "You're naked,
drunk, sixteen, and horny.  It's expected.  Like I said...just us men.
Besides Mike's been running around out front with a boner the past twenty
minutes^×but then Mike's always showing off his big dick."  Dad and I sat and
talked more a while longer.  I don't remember all what was said--I just
couldn't believe I was sitting with my dad with the two of us naked while my
dick was sticking up the air.  After a while Bill walked into the kitchen to
get another beer.
"You two boys hogging up the beer--Holy cow boy!" Bill exclaimed as he
looked down at me.  "That's one hell of a boner you got there!"   Everyone
laughed but I just turned beet red.  "And what's up with you Smith men and
your nut sacks!" Bill continued, "can't you get your Ma to take up the
slack?
With that Bill reached down and roughly grabbed my nuts.  I tensed up for a
moment and looked in astonishment as he had my dad's balls in his other hand
and was acting like he was weighing them.  Dad just stood there with a proud
grin on his face and his arms crossed across his chest.
"Yep," my dad said jokingly, "nobody can say the Smith men don't have
balls!"
It was then that I realized that now dad had a full raging hard on.  In
front of me stood the thickest 9" cock I had ever seen.  Bill released our
balls and just stood there scratching his dick.  Dad reached down and
started to stroke his cock.  I was too scared to move but dad smiled and
said,
"Just us men...besides I already know you beat off, I've seen your stained
sheets!"
At this point Doug and Mike were coming into the kitchen both with long hard
cocks before them.   I was very embarrassed but I did as my father told me
and reached down and started to lightly stroke my cock.  Dad grunted a few
times and continued to rub himself as he watched me.  Then all of a sudden
Mike walked in with a big dumb grin.
"I've been wanting to try this since this morning," Mike said as his eyes
twinkled with some unknown scheme.  "Hank stand up.  You too, boy.  Stand
next to your father"
Dad and I both stood up and stood next to each other.  Mike reached out with
his hands and pressed us together then kneeled down on his knees and started
sucking on both of our cocks at once.
Immediately my eyes rolled up into my head and my dad reached out to steady
me.  As Mike continued to suck on our cocks I leaned in and buried my face
in my dad's chest and threw my arms around him.  Slowly I began to lick on
his nipples and dad's moans started getting louder. He looked down at me and
lifted up his arm exposing his hairy pit.
"Try sucking on that for your old man," he rasped.
I leaned in and started to slurp at the hair and sweat of his pit.  The
smell was musky but not overbearing and I was in heaven!   Mike stopped
sucking our cocks and stood up.
"Okay my turn," Mike exclaimed.
But at this point Doug and Bill were too busy in a sixty-nine of their own
to notice.  Dad looked at me and shrugged and we both went down and started
to suck on Mike's fat meaty cock.  Dad licked his balls while I used my
tongue to play with his foreskin. Slowly dad and I worked our way up to the
same point and I felt his tongue touch mine.  We kneeled there for a while
with our tongues and Mike's cock teasing one another.  Finally Doug called
out to Mike.
"You remember our bet that last Cowboys game, Mike."  He shouted.  "They won
so now you have to eat my ass!"
"Ahhh shit!" Mike yelped, then he stood up and went over to Doug and Bill
and began to give Doug a rim job while Bill had his cock sucked.
Dad looked at me and said, "Come on.  Follow me."
I followed dad to the front porch of the cabin.  He sat on the front step
and motioned for stand in front of him.  I did just that and stood in
silence as we ran his hands over my smooth body.  I reached out and started
to run my fingers through his hairy chest.  Dad stood with his arms behind
his head and his legs spread.
"Every boy should get a good look at his old man.  There's no doubt you take
after me.  This will be you some day," dad  continued to speak as I explored
every hairy nook and cranny of his body.  When I had finished dad looked at
me and smiled.  "Suck your old man's cock, son." Dad ordered.
I kneeled down and took as much of his 9" cock into my mouth that I could.
Dad continued to thrust his hips and moan.
"Yeah, son, you make your dad so proud!"
From behind us I heard Mike whisper, "Suck that meat, boy, suck that fat
pisser that made you!"
Slowly dad took his finger and began to play with my ass.  Gently at first,
he continued to get rougher and rougher until he had three fingers playing
in the spincter.  Then dad stood up and leaned me over the front porch
railing.  By now the rest of the guys were watching and starting to whoop
and holler.
"He's gonna corn-hole him," someone shouted!
Then dad slowly came up behind me and leaned over.  I felt his hairy chest
and abdomen tickle my back and ass.  Then he slowly worked his cock into my
ass.  It hurt at first and I tried to squirm, but dad held me tight and kept
whispering how much he loved me into my ears.  Slowly he worked his whole
cock into my now very full ass and began to pump.  With his one free hand he
twisted my left nipple and with the other he started to pump my cock.
"Yeah you have a sweet ass, pup!" Dad yelled.  "A fucking sweet ass!"
He turned me around and lifted me off the ground.  Then while still being
held in his arms he rammed his cock into my ass again and began to plow into
it all the while cussing and yelling.  The rest of the gang had continued to
their own devices and sounds of sex could be heard coming from inside the
cabin.   I felt daddy's muscles begin to tighten then he let out the loudest
whoop I had ever heard.  My ass filled with load after load of his hot cum.
"Oh yeah," he whispered, "just like the night I helped make you."  He then
kissed me, shoving his tongue deep into my throat.
Daddy sat down on the porch steps and motioned for me to sit in his lap,
which I did.  He stroked my cock while his big muscular arms held me tight
until I shot my own load high into the air.  I whimpered in his arms and
fell back into him.
Dad and I just sat there in silence.  We watched to moon rise over the lake
and the stars in the sky.  All the while he would kiss my neck and run his
fingers across my ass.  I leaned back and ran my hands through the hair in
his arm pits until I fell asleep in his warm, hirsute embrace.
We had lot's more fun that week though we never bothered to put back on any
dry clothes.  Eventually I fooled around with the whole gang, but daddy was
the best.  Every night I would fall asleep in his strong arms--his naked
body surrounding mine--and wake up with his morning piss hard on poking me
in the ass ready for another day's action.