Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2012 23:17:26 -0400 From: Phillip McCormick Subject: Home Alone with Dad - Chapter 4 Home Alone with Dad – Chapter 4 *** Interestingly enough, my father set up the camping trip rather quickly. The week passed incredibly fast, and all I had on my mind the whole time was the shower incident at the gym, and what happened with my father. It was finally Saturday, and time to leave for the camping trip. *** "Dan!" My father bellowed from down the hall, "Get your ass out of bed, I want to leave soon. You don't want to hit traffic do you?" I knew my dad would be able to hear me moan in protest from down the hall, but my bed felt so comfortable. Finally, after a few extra minutes of lying in silence, I threw the covers off my body, and rolled out of bed naked. Since it was just going to be me and my dad driving to the camp ground, and camping out, there was no real point in my putting effort into my appearance. I walked over to my dresser, and pulled out a pair of gym shorts, and slipped them on. Going commando in the wilderness is a great feeling. After slipping on the shorts, I threw on a ratty t-shirt, and packed a duffle bag with a change of shirts, and another pair of shorts. If it was just me and my dad, we could be as smelly as we wanted. "Hurry the hell up." My dad ordered as he barged into my room. "I'm all packed." I smiled, as I tossed him my duffle bag, "Can you throw that in the bed of the truck, for me please?" "Whatever," My dad mumbled, as he turned around and walked out of my room to go throw my bag in the truck bed. "I'm gonna hit the can before we leave." I told my dad, as I followed him out of the room, and walked into the bathroom. I went for my morning shit, and then quickly rubbed one out to the thought of my dad's wet naked body at the gym. After I came, I flushed the toilet, got up, washed my hands, and walked out of the bathroom. "Wow," My dad said, as I bumped into him, as I rushed from the bathroom, "I'm using the commode too before we leave." "Okay," I replied as I walked passed him, "I'll be waiting in the truck for you." My dad just grunted, and closed the door to the bathroom. I took that as my queue to walk down the hallway, and down the steps. Before exiting the house, I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a few snacks for the road. It was going to be a two hour car ride, and dad isn't one for stopping along the way. After getting a couple of water bottles, chips, and various other foods, I threw them in a bag, and walked out of the house, and went into the truck. I was inside the truck for a few minutes waiting for my dad. It was actually quite annoying, seeing as he was in such a rush to get me out of bed, but now he's taking his good old time leaving the house. Finally, after about ten minutes, my dad finally walked out of the house, with yet another bag in hand. Dad threw the extra bag into the bed of the truck, and then walked up to the driver's seat, and hopped inside. "Why did you pack another bag? We're only going to be gone until Wednesday." I asked my dad. "I just needed some extra stuff." My dad huffed as he started the truck, and backed out of the driveway, "Why?" "Whatever," I rolled my eyes, as I put my headphones on, and rested my head against my seat. *** After two and a half hours riding in the truck, we finally arrived at the camp ground. The nice thing about the camp ground was that every site got more and more secluded as you went farther in. Luckily, my dad decided to reserve one of the most secluded spots. We checked in at the camp station, and of course, I checked out the cute park rangers in uniform, but my dad was more concerned with getting to the site, so I didn't get as much time as I would've liked to eye up the rangers. We finally arrived at the site, and my dad hopped out of the truck as quickly as possible. "Let's set up the tent first." My dad suggested, "It looks like rain is coming, and I don't want to be setting up in the rain." "Okay," I agreed as I slid out of the truck, and walked around to the bed of the truck to help unload the tent. "Okay, I'll lay everything out, and then you can help slip the poles in." My dad informed ma, as he started to look for a good spot to set up the tent. Finally, he agreed with himself on a good spot, and spread out the tent. After making sure everything was good, I started to help him slide the poles into the holes, and erect the tent. Watching my dad bend down to stake the tent into the ground was pretty enjoyable. He obviously wasn't wearing any undergarments either from what I saw when he was ass up. It was getting chubby down below, and I was mentally kicking myself for not wearing a jock now. I was able to think of something to get my mind off my dad's ass, and get my cock to go down in time for my dad to stand up and turn around. "Okay," My dad smiled, and clapped his hands together, "We pitched the tent, let's get the sleeping bags in." My dad ran over to the truck, and pulled our sleeping out of the bed, he tossed mine over to me, and we both entered the tent to lay our bags down. The tent isn't huge, there's just enough space for my father and I to sleep comfortably. My dad and I both knelt down, and unrolled our sleeping bags. We smoothed everything out, and then my dad ran, once again, back to the truck to grab our travel pillows. "There you go," My dad said, as he tossed my pillow on top of my sleeping bag, "Now we're all set up." "Awesome," I smiled as I lay down on top of my sleeping bag, "Time to catch some extra sleep." "No," My dad stated with an annoyed tone, "We're going to do stuff." "What?" I moaned in complaint, "It's like, ten in the morning." "I don't see your point, so get your ass out of this tent; we're going for a hike." My dad informed me. "Fine," I complied as I got up, and stepped out of the tent. My dad was already near the edge of our sight at the start of a hiking trail. I slowly walked over to my dad, and we started the trail together. "Didn't you say it was going to rain?" I asked. "A little water never killed a person." My dad replied like a smart ass, "I don't mind getting wet, do you?" "No," I replied, "I guess its fine." *** When my dad said "a little water" he didn't know what he was talking about. We were basically hit with a hurricane. "Shit!" My dad shouted behind me as we hurried back to our camp site, "We're fucking soaked." "Yeah," I replied with an annoyed tone, "That's what happens when you hike for two hours in the rain." "No big deal," My dad said, as he walked passed me and slapped my butt, "We can change in a second." I was a little surprised at the ass slap, but it sparked me up a little, and made me happier, so I guess I didn't have to be such a bitch about the rain hike. Once I was back at the camp site, I saw my dad standing at the bed of the truck, and he didn't look too happy. "What's up?" I asked my dad as I walked toward him. "This," My dad replied, as he picked up a soaking wet duffle bag. "Oh shit," I mumbled. "Yeah," My dad agreed, throwing the duffle bag back into the bed of the truck, "Our extra cloths are soaked. I guess I was just so excited to start hiking I didn't think to throw our stuff into the truck." "No big deal," I tried to give my dad a halfhearted smile, "The rain is starting to slow down, we can build a fire, cook some food, and dry our cloths." "Great idea," My dad agreed. With that, my dad lifted his arms, and slid his wet shirt off. After his shirt was off, he undid the button of his shorts, and undid the zipper. "What are you doing?" I asked my dad, as I surveyed the area to make sure no one was around. "What," My dad said, dropping his shorts, and letting his dick flop a little, "We've seen each other naked, and I'm not about to work in soaked cloths. Besides, when I checked in with the rangers, they said the only other reservations are in the cabins about a mile away. We're totally alone here, no one will see us." With that, my dad threw his cloths into the bed of the truck, grabbed a shovel out, and walked his hairy ass over to the fire pit. I struggled with my shirt sticking to my skin, but after a few seconds I got it over my head and into the bed of the truck. Then, with one big courage filled swoop, I dropped my shorts, and threw them into the truck bed as well. "Dan, help me shovel out this wet ash from the fire pit." My dad called me over. I walked modestly over to my dad, and watched as his dick flopped against his thigh every time he picked his leg up to press his foot onto the shovel. Luckily, even though I felt an erection coming down under, I focused on something else, and the problem went away before it was noticeable. "Can you go look for some dry wood, tinder, and fuel?" My dad asked me. "Yeah, sure," I nodded as I turned away from him, and started to scan the surrounding area for anything dry to throw into the fire. With the amount of rain that hit the camp ground, the task was definitely, but after moving some underbrush around, I was able to find some semi-dry, and mildly damp ingredients to start a fire. I took my gathering back to my dad, who had cleared out all of the wet ashes and dirt to start the fire on dry-ish ground. "Give it here," My dad ordered, pointing to the wood I was carrying. I dropped the wood and twigs in front of him, on a dry patch, and let him go to work. He started by picking up some of the wood and twigs, and bent over to start arranging everything in the fire pit. I took this as a risky chance to get an eye full of my dad's brown eye. I silently walked behind him, and pulled out my phone, and pretended to be texting while I was actually checking out his rear entrance. It was perfect. From the waist down, there was hair, but it was very trimmed, tamed, and proper. His actual hole looked tight, with a nice pink color, and the usual light brown staining. I could also see his low hanging balls sway back and forth as he adjusted his stance to arrange the wood in the pit. I now had a full blown erection, and there really didn't seem to be a way to get rid of it, other than the obvious. It was hot, thinking about my dad's ass, extremely hot. "Dan," My father broke my concentration. "Wha...?" I was about to ask what he wanted, but then I noticed him staring at my raging erection. My dad just looked up at me and smiled, "You can take care of that in the tent if you want, but I'm about to start making the food." I was a violent shade of red now. My dad could tell I was embarrassed, and walked over to me, and put his hand on my shoulder, "No worries, Son. We all get them." I looked down, and dad's own stallion was starting to rise. I couldn't help but smile. I could tell my dad was flexing his dick just to get it hard, to keep me from being embarrassed. "I think I'll just stay out here and cook with you," I replied, "We'll just hang out with our big old boners." "Awesome," My dad chuckled, as he turned around, and went over to the cooler that we had brought with us, "We're having hot dogs and beans for dinner." "Fine with me," I replied. *** We took our time cooking our food, and with how the day went, we were ready to turn in early, and start early tomorrow. "See you in the sack," My dad smiled as he patted my shoulder, and walked passed me into the tent. I decided to turn in as well. I stood up, and felt the urge to piss. I grabbed hold of my swelled cock, and pointed it as the dwindling fire. I let my piss start flowing, and enjoyed the sizzling sound as the fire went out, mixed with the sound of nature. Finally, after my bladder was empty, I walked over to the tent, unzipped the entrance, and went inside. I zipped it back up, and laid down next to my dad, who was already in his bag, and shut my eyes. "So... Dan" I heard my dad whisper. "What's up?" I asked. "I'm sorry today was so shitty. We can go home in the morning if you want." My dad replied. I felt bad that I acted so prissy before, "No, today was actually really fun. IU wouldn't change a thing." It was still a little light out, so I could see a smirk on my dad's face, "Yeah, today was pretty nice." There was an awkward silence for a moment. "So," My dad attempted to restart the conversation, "What ever happened with you and that guy at the gym the other day?" I was a little surprised at the question, but I decided to talk to him anyway, "I guess you mean Heath. Well it was nice, but then he seemed a little flustered, and just walked away." "Yeah," My dad chuckled, "I was watching from the showers." "That's not creepy at all." I snorted. "Sorry," My dad laughed, "I'm just trying to relate." "Dad, just because I'm gay doesn't mean you don't know me anymore." I stated. "But..." My dad hesitated, "But... What if I'm interested in knowing more about it?" I was a little shocked at what he just said, "What?" "Dan..." My dad was having a hard time speaking, "With you coming out, I've been questioning a lot of things. From finding your dildo, to browsing your porn rags, I've just been wondering, what's it like?" "What?" I blurted. "Dan," My dad whispered, as he sat up, "Does anal feel good?" TO BE CONTINUED... *** I want to apologize to everyone for taking so long to get this chapter out. I've been really weighed down by school and work. I promise I'm going to update regularly so your balls don't fill over. 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