Date: Sun, 17 Jan 2010 13:34:25 +0000 From: Nick Alias Pizza Boy Subject: Greg and Matt Greg and Matt Crawford By Nick Alias Pizza Boy CHAPTER ONE: Despite being in a tent, Greg woke up with the feeling to have not slept that well in a long time. It was the first morning of a too short three-day weekend with his son, Matt. The weather was excellent for camping and Greg just stayed there, enjoying the breeze from the lake that came through the unzipped entrance. He couldn't hear Matt outside, so he presumed he had gone to the communal bathrooms. Having arrived late in the evening, Greg hadn't even seen them and both guys relieved themselves in the bushes overnight. - Dad, are you up? They're not letting me access the showers. - What? Greg asked, stroking his eyes as he sat down and was blinded by the daylight for a second. - They told me I'm not allowed there without you. - Let me get out of there, we'll sort that out. That's kinda weird. Naked in his sleeping bag, Greg struggled to put his boxers before leaving it. Although this was an admission, he didn't want to freak Matt out with having slept in the nude just inches - albeit in a different sleeping bag - from him. Besides, it was the morning and, like every other healthy man, he was hard as rock. Then, having gotten out of the tent, he grabbed some shorts and a white tank top. It was just past 8 but the camping ground was fully awake, kids were already swimming while their mothers fixed them breakfast. Noticing how crowded the place was, Greg didn't regret having requested a change of spot for a more secluded corner. He followed Matt into the central, wooden building which housed most of the facilities including the bathrooms. An employee controlled access to the showers, as well as keeping an eye on valuables people left in boxes on a wall behind the counter. A sign indicating "No unaccompanied minor guests beyond this point" was stuck on the front side of the counter. When he asked the guy, Greg was told the policy was adopted after a series of incidents and there could not be any exceptions as the staff member always had a list of customers with their age and did not let anyone in without checking their identity. - But my son is turning 18 in September, that's just a few months away. - Mister Crawford, this is a house rule I must enforce. We are a family place so this is not a problem for 99% of our guests. All we ask you is to use the shower at the same time than your son, which shouldn't be much of a problem since you are both here anyway. Personally, Greg couldn't care less but he understood Matt could feel self-conscious or maybe it was just a matter of having his freedoms restricted by a rule he didn't see the need for. Either way, he had to wait until his father returned with his body hygiene kit and towels to be given access. The communal showers consisted of a large white room where about 10 showers were on each side, separated by partitions and having a curtain at the front. A couple of urinals were installed near the door while a dozen of sinks were at the other end. Though he caught glimpses of men and kids naked in their cabins, Greg didn't see anyone wearing less than a speedo in the open area. It made him wonder if it had become a new norm that he and his colleagues at the fire station hadn't heard about. Although each cabin only had one showerhead, they didn't see anyone alone in there. It was normal for dads of young children, for sure, but when they saw two adult men getting out of one and speaking about where they'd take their wives and daughters during the day, Matt realised he'd have no choice but enter with his dad as if he were 5 years old. To add to this, the cabin wasn't bigger than a typical department store fitting room which meant two people wouldn't be able to not touch each other while there. Especially two guys like Greg and Matt, respectively 6'3 190 lbs and 5'11 165 lbs. Rather unpractical, they couldn't leave their clothes or towel anywhere on the outside. They could hang them inside but it wasn't guaranteed they'd stay dry. In fact, to make sure nothing got wet, they'd have to stay even closer to each other. - Dad, do we have to get naked? Matt asked - Keep your board shorts if you want but I'm not wearing my swimsuit. - Oh... Greg didn't take his white Unico boxerbriefs off, realising this was a bit too much for both of them after all. Greg enjoyed going nude but he hadn't even told his son about it, let alone impose his nudity when he stayed at his place. And Matt had absolutely no memories of bathing with his father as a child. A few years ago, he had caught his dad fucking a woman and saw his ass but it had been such a quick flash, he couldn't remember. - Shit dad, we don't even have space to soap up. - Need a hand? I know I'm your dad and you're pretty old for this but at work I do it on my boss you know. Back when he had been allowed to spend a shift at the fire station with his father, Matt had learned the whole team showers together in one open room but hadn't entered it when they went. But now, it just made sense to him that when the guys were all dirty with smoke, soot and ashes after an alarm they were giving each other a hand to scrub themselves. Matt handed his dad the soapbar and, from behind, Greg washed up his upper body. As his hands touched Matt's solid chest, circling on his firm pecs, washboard abs, then his strong back, Greg felt proud as he realised how healthy and fit his son kept himself. Of course, the Crawford genes were helping out - all his maternal uncles and cousins were overweight if not obese. And that was without mentionning how tanned is chest was, meaning Matt spent a lot of time outdoors with his shirt off. Once Matt had taken the soap to lather his own lower body, he returned the favour on his father's chest. - My God dad, you've got such a hot body! Matt muttered as the soap slid from his left nipple to his shaven armpit. The remark made Greg blush, both for the compliment and for the guts his son had for telling something he had kept for himself on Matt. But, as expected, Matt wasn't the first one to tell him this. The previous weekend, he was out at a bar with friends when some people urged him to strip and he drove the female crowd wild. And, if Matt lived permanently in his area, he'd see his dad prominently featured on each year's beefcake calendar made by the fire department for the local hospital. Matt had always known, well at least as far as he could remember, that his father was a muscle hunk but they don't see each other regularly due to distance and his weird schedule as a firefighter, and when he gets to stay with him, Greg gets "prudish" so it had probably been over a year since he had seen him topless and it wasn't worth trying to look for memories of him in underwear. But that was until their camping weekend, where they caught up on lost time it seems... Seconds after turning the water off, Greg took advantage of Matt not facing him to take his drenched underwear off and put on his shorts. He didn't want to hang in there longer so he just put the towel on his shoulder without drying his chest. Now, when they left, his shorts were already wet and since he had no belt, hung indecently low - everyone could see he wore nothing underneath. On the other hand, Matt just wore board shorts so he didn't look any different than if he had been having a swim. Back to their tent, Matt immediately ran into the lake but returned to make breakfast within a minute. Greg did the same before joining him to eat, having decided to change himself into a pair of blue board shorts. During the meal, they had a look at the map of the hiking trails around the camping and thought they might go check out the other bank of the lake later in the afternoon. However, they changed plans when they heard of a volleyball tournament. Their team making it to the finals, they spent most of the day near or on the court and had dinner with dozens of guests who made a giant barbecue. The evening then moved by the fire, Greg and Matt staying until curfew at eleven. Not so surprisingly, Greg had had a few beers during the night but it had been coke zero and lemonade for the junior Crawford. As they reached their spot, Greg's bladder was once again painfully full so he walked a few extra feet to answer nature's call against a tree. - Wait up! Matt screamed. Matt revealed, in a typical high school jock way, that he had been holding it all night and wanted to challenge his dad on who peed the most and farthest. Greg laughed, he wasn't even half drunk but couldn't refuse the dare. - No hands! he exclaimed, peeing with his hands behind his head. In the dark, with four to five feet separating them, it wasn't really possible to check on each other but Greg did turn to watch his son win. All he saw was the flow under the moonlight though. Then, as they put themselves to bed in the dark tent, Greg was tightly hugged by Matt when they said good night. He then thanked his father for the time they were spending together. Greg was so touched, he felt himself blushing and wondered if his red cheeks weren't visible in the dark. CHAPTER TWO: On the second morning, it was Greg's turn to wake up first. But he didn't feel like leaving his sleeping bag immediately so he just grabbed the book he had brought and waited until Matt awoke. As soon as his eyes were open, Matt rolled to cuddle with his father again. - Dad, I'm so happy we're together. Mom told me so many time you didn't want to see me, I've believed her. - Look Matt, your mother and I had a very nasty divorce. She's the one who wanted to take you away from me. You're my only child, she's had your half-sister with Scott, nobody's gonna take me my son. Now, you're older, you can travel alone, you can decide to move with me and go to college in the area if you want. I know, I can't give you back what we've missed but I promise, I'll be by your side in your adult life whenever you need me. - I trust you. - All right. But now, can we please behave like men? Greg winked. With his foot, he brought up the underwear he had pulled down when getting to sleep and put it back. Looking to his right side at the same time, he saw Matt doing exactly the same. Like on the previous day, they headed together to the showers and did just the same in their small cabin. This time though, they saw one guy shaving naked and Matt decided to do like the triplets they met on their way: keeping his wet underwear to walk back to the tent. Greg didn't dare, besides he enjoyed going commando. - How about hiking? Yesterday, we changed our minds but today I don't wanna sign up for baseball. - You're the boss! Greg joked. They didn't have hiking shoes but did have good running shoes that could do the job. They brought a few sandwiches, lots of water and opted to wear pants and long sleeves to lower the risks of being eaten alive by insects. Yes, it would get a bit hot but they'd swim afterwards anyway. After asking someone at the information desk, they set off for a 4-hour tour that consisted of circling the lake passing through the short hills and forests around the campground. Matt needed a few encouragements from his dad, he quickly sweated like a pig and regretted his choice more than once. Greg, on the other hand, like the trails and promised himself he'd return and explore the trails further. The warm day meant the trail was empty, they met just a couple of people who were all faces seen at the camping. - I'm getting hungry, can we stop? According to the markings on the trail and the map, they were approaching the lakeshore where people could stop eating on a picnic table. This was confirmed a few minutes later, when they began to hear people horsing around in the water. Matt, who had been behind most of the time, began to run. Greg joined him seconds later on the small beach. - Hey there! The two guys swimming were the ones that preceded them in the shower cabin the day before. They got back on the shore when Greg and Matt arrived, revealing they had been skinny dipping. A tall redhead put a towel around his waist before introducing himself as Simon but Craig, his shorter hairy friend, first shook hands with both fellow campers. - Boys, water is so good. You really gotta go, he said. Greg, who had been feeling a bit overdressed so far, would have stripped in no time before running into the lake but feared Matt's reaction. But while he took two seconds to think about it, Matt undressed and invited his father to join him. Craig then returned, followed by Simon. Some 20 minutes had passed when they got out again to eat lunch. Simon and Craig had only brought apples, Greg offered them some of the sandwiches they had brought. All four guys ate in the nude, sitting side by side on Simon and Craig's towels. They got acquainted, Simon and Craig telling how they became best friends after meeting in the gynecologist waiting room while their girlfriends were pregnant. The couples befriended due to the many common things they shared: an early, accidental, pregnancy that changed their lives forever at a time where they were still in school. The guys had both dropped college and were now installing satellite dishes, not too far from where the campground is located. - And since both had no money, we teamed to rent a house. Craig explained. Someday, he got tired of walking in on me naked while I was home alone that he decided to join in. - But the girls never did! Simon added, with now all four guys laughing loudly. - How about him? You raised your son in a nudist camp for him to take his clothes off so quickly with his dad around? Craig asked. - Not at all. I guess he was just as sweaty as me and needed to cool off. Craig and Simon were both on the lean side rather than buff. Nonetheless, Greg thought they were right to not hide their bodies. Craig's bodyhair was a marking contrast to the three other smooth chests, plus Greg couldn't help but notice how "special" the thick bush around his cock looked. "Even" Matt, as he just learned, shaved his pubes completely. After their lunch, they returned for another swim before drying off and leaving. They walked back together, Greg and Matt joining the others in going shirtless. - Ok, see you guys tomorrow in the shower! Simon and Craig joked as they parted ways on the campground. Before joining the barbecue with everybody else, Matt and Greg relaxed near their tent. While the father read, the son listened to music. - Dad, can I ask you something? - Sure Matt, what's going on? - Oh nothing. I was just wondering if we could go to a nude beach someday. I felt so free when we were all naked this afternoon, it was really cool. Definitely taken aback, Greg needed a second to reply. - Now that's my boy, just as nudist as his old man! he joked. - You mean you already go to nude beaches? - I haven't been in quite a long time. But, you know, I don't always wear clothes at home if you see what I mean. First of all, I always sleep naked. Even when we rest at work, I don't bother with anything else than blankets. Then, haven't you ever wondered why my backyard is so concealed nobody can see? I only wear a swimsuit when I have guests. Matt started laughing. - You know, when I was a young kid, mom said that I'd take off my clothes for no reason and she'd scream to Scott "Oh he's like his dad!" in despair. - She was right! Greg replied, laughing to tears. - But don't worry, I won't tell her I'm free to get naked anytime at your house. For Greg, this was a relief more than anything. Nudity was not sexual to him but he did feel gross about being naked with his son. Yet, he couldn't say no if Matt confessed himself an interest and what a relief to find out he wasn't freaked by his secret. - Ok, what if we join the others now? CHAPTER THREE: Everyone was enjoying the evening when it got windy and the crowd retired to their quarters. Just before crawling into the tent, Greg and Matt made sure it was firmly attached to the ground. It was early though, neither of them wanted to sleep so they got back to reading and music under the flashlight hanging from the top. After a while, Greg decided he'd be more comfortable in his sleeping bag so he began to undress and ended up standing on his knees, drinking water from a bottle. The sight appearantly caught Matt's attention as he discaded the headphones and sat down in the tent. - Dad, can I ask you a favour? - Anything Matt. - Can I touch it? he asked, pointing his cock. - Why do you want to touch my cock? - I dunno, just like this. It looks so...good. Greg's 9-incher was obviously not bad at all, however Matt was crossing a limit he had never suspected would be trespassed. Yet, before he could firmly state his opposition, Matt's fingers reached his penis and it started to grow into a full erection. - Fuck, it's so big! On that note, Matt put his own boner next to his dad's and was happy to see it was just a bit more than inch shorter. Greg remembered having done such comparisons twice. Once with his roommate at firefighting school when they were both drunk, the other with none other than his boss when they got hard scrubbing each other after a fire. This had been his most intimate contacts with men and, back then, hadn't wished more. But now, all his body was telling him was to forget his morals and go as far as Matt wanted. Matt kissed his way down his father's chest and Greg saw his cock sinking into his son's hungry mouth. At this very precise moment, he knew Matt was not a first-timer and it angered him to not have been his first man. He didn't object to Greg stroking his head to encourage him sucking, neither did he mind his father's hips moving involuntarily upwards to fuck his mouth. Anyway, after some minutes, he turned over and demanded to be fucked. His hands firmly wrapping Matt's hips, Greg drilled his son's ass as if there were no tomorrow. He hadn't been that horny in years! And Matt was such a slut, clenching his ass right at the good times to prevent him from cumming too soon. He begged for more, for a deeper penetration. Then, when Greg couldn't hold it anymore, Matt lifted his upper body so that his dad got back to seating on his ankles. With his own right and his father's left, a few strokes and his cock exploded before Greg had finished shooting his load. Out of breath, both guys collapsed on their sleeping bags as Greg softened and slid out of Matt's cum-filled asshole. Matt and Greg were stuck in a tight embrace, exchanging kisses and not willing to part ways. It had just been the hottest 15 minutes of their lives. CHAPTER FOUR: They woke up in that same position on the morning of their departure. Matt did his best to not walk too weirdly when heading to the shower and, luckily, nobody looked at him suspiciously. - Psss, come guys. Simon and Craig had arrived minutes before them and had ended up in the larger cabin for disabled guests or for fathers that came with three or four boys. While there was more space, there was still only one head but that didn't stop them from inviting Greg and Matt to step in and avoid waiting. They formed a half-circle in front of the hot water, a position that caused the four naked men to touch each other constantly. After the shower, they parted ways but not before they had exchanged contact informations. A quick breakfast and it was time to pack, check out and drive home. Normally, Greg would have driven Matt straight to his mother's place but they had to stop first at Greg's house. - Matt, who taught you to have sex with men? You were not a virgin yesterday, right? Greg asked as they relaxed after another session on his waterbed. - You really want to know? - Of course. - Well, it's Scott. - Your step-father!?! - I know he's not hot as you. - Fuck that, I just want to know how that happened. - Well, every spring I have to help him with his boat. He takes it out for the first time and all. So this year, we went as well and since mom was in Atlanta and my sister with a friend for the weekend, we decided to make it an overnight excursion over two days. Now, it's a small boat with only one bed. In the middle of the night, I woke up to go to the toilet and he wasn't in bed. As I stepped into the other room to reach the bathroom, I saw him on the floor and beating off. He never saw or heard me so he kept going and this is where I realised he was moaning my name!!!!! I took my clothes off in the bathroom and joined him, saying if he couldn't sleep because I made him horny then I couldn't sleep because he made me horny. So, yeah, we got to bed and did it. - Did you do it again? Like when you got home? - Yes. You see, Scott gets together with his best friend once a month in some crappy motel. They're both happy with their wives but they need the extra kink they say. Anyway, since he knows I'm gay, we've done it like once per week. And you know what's hilarious? Mom tells him she's never seen him happier than in the past months! HAHAHAHAHAHA - Then, well, why don't you ask him to drive you here on your next visit? I'd take proper revenge on my ex-wife and you'd have your two daddies for yourself at once... - Ohhh.... THE END NICKALIASPIZZABOY@HOTMAIL.COM