Date: Fri, 8 May 2009 16:58:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hot for Dad, Chapter Three

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
this nature offends you then you should not read this story.  Additionally,
if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read
this story by law.
  This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
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Mark Stevens


HOT FOR DAD

CHAPTER THREE


	I don't know how I did it, but those forty-eight hours finally
managed to pass, and Wednesday morning when I left for school, Dad and I
had everything but the food packed in the back of the truck and covered
with a tarp. We had the tent, the sleeping bags, as well as a couple of
lanterns and a cooking stove thrown in, plus our clothes and anything else
either one of us thought we might need on the trip. The food was in the
refrigerator waiting to be put in the ice chest just before we left that
afternoon. We had a second chest that was for nothing but ice and drinks.
	At school I went through each class, my mind on things far removed
from the class room. For some explained reason the day passed by very
quickly, and at three o'clock when the final bell rang, I was out the door
as fast as my feet could carry me. To my surprise, I discovered Dad's truck
parked out in front of the school, him behind the wheel.
	He grinned and swung my door opened. "You ready to hit the road?"
he asked.
	I nodded. "This is a surprise," I said.
	"I got home and packed in such a short time that I decided to meet
you here."
	As I climbed inside the cab beside him, I asked, "You talk to Mom?"
	"Yep, and she said for us to have a good time. I think she's taking
Friday off herself and going to see your aunt. They've decided they're
going to hit the mall," Dad added as he started the truck engine.
	Dad drove us out of town, and we were on our way. Our destination
was just less than two hours away, so we had plenty of time to get where we
were going and set up camp before dark hit.
	As we drove along the high way, we talked about lots of things. Dad
asked about school, asked how I was doing. We even talked about Jason, my
older brother. Jason was attending college in a town about five hours
away. He had decided not to come home since school was out for such a short
time. He had mentioned to my mother that he might come home for
Thanksgiving, but that he would definitely be there for Christmas.
	Dad's voice became more serious, and he said, "Danny, we need to
talk about something."
	I looked over waiting for him to speak what was on his mind.
	"About us, I mean. About what we do with each other," he said
quietly.
	"Dad, I know we need to keep this between us," I assured him.
	"First of all, I love your mother, and I would never hurt her."
	"I understand that, Dad. "I feel the same way," I hastened to
assure him.
	"I know you do, Danny. I just want to clear the air so that each of
us know how things are."
	I was thoughtful for a moment. Finally I said, "Dad are we having
this conversation because of my attitude the other day when I came home and
you weren't there? If it is, I know I acted dumb. I guess I was afraid you
might be having second thoughts, that maybe you had decided not to be with
me again."
	Dad was silent for a bit. Finally he said, "Well, I was doing some
thinking. I think I told you that. In fact, I did some pretty deep soul
searching that afternoon. I came to the conclusion that I didn't want to
stop being with you, loving you, the way we had done those first couple of
days."
	"Well, Dad, for what it's worth, you have my word," I said. "I will
not get an attitude about this again. I realize that we won't always be
able to get together as much as either one of us would like, but we will
have our times. Of that, I have no doubt."
	"You're right," Dad nodded, "we will have time. Like these next few
days," he said. He reached over and patted my leg. He made move to remove
it.
	We rode along in silence for a time, his hand still resting on my
leg. Finally I moved over just a bit so he wouldn't have to stretch his arm
so far across the seat of the cab.
	When we reached the area where we would be setting up camp, Dad
slowed the truck down to a crawl, and we made our way slowly down a long
and narrow dusty road. We followed it for about five miles or so until we
came to a turn in. Dad drove for another mile or so until he came to a
small cabin like building.
	"I need to go in here and pay," he told me. "You might want to get
out a bit and stretch your legs," he said as he stepped out of the truck.
	I followed Dad inside the rough looking building where an older
gentleman was sitting at what looked like a homemade desk of some sort. As
we came inside, the man stood to his feet and greeted us with a smile.
	"Frank, how the hell you been, fellow?" he asked. He shook Dad's
hand.
	"Great, Tom," Dad answered, returning the hand shake.  "Tom, this
is my boy, Danny." He turned and introduced me to the man.
	Tom grinned at me and said, "Welcome, Danny. I've known your ole
man here for better than twenty years. He's been hunting along these parts
every year since," he informed me.
	"I decided that Danny needed exposed to this great way of life,"
Dad told the man known as Tom.
	"It will be good for him," Tom agreed.
	"How much I owe you, Tom?" Dad asked
	The man named an amount and Dad forked the money over. He said,
"We'd better find a place to camp, Tom. Catch you later." Saying that, he
walked out of the cabin, and I followed close on his heels.
	We got back inside the truck, and Dad drove off slowly down a road
that was even narrower than the first one. It was much rougher and there
were a lot of ruts that Dad had to try and avoid.
	"Looks like they've had a lot of rain here," Dad said as he
straddled still another big rut. "Sure hope it's through raining because
being wet inside a tent it no fun at all."
	Dad drove another half mile or so where he pulled off the rut
filled trail and headed between a row of trees. He braked the truck soon
and shut the engine off. He turned to me and said, "I think this is it."
	I looked around and all I saw were trees, tall grass, and more
trees. No camp site like I had ever seen before.
	"You like it?" Dad asked, looking around.
	I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I guess."
	"Come on, let's start setting camp up. It will look better after
the tent is up."
	Together we worked, and an hour later we had the tent was up, a
table set up, along with a couple of chairs. Dad thought it looked real
"homey" as he put it. I wasn't sure just yet what it did look like.
	"I think we should eat," Dad said. "It will be dark in an hour or
so."
	While I looked our new "home" over, Dad fired up the Coleman camp
stove and scrambled eggs. He opened up a can of pork-n-beans and a short
time later announced everything was ready. As we sat down at the camp table
eating a scrambled egg sandwich along with our beans, Dad asked me if I
thought I was going to like it out here.
	Thinking of the tent and sleeping naked next to him, I quickly
assured him I was going to like it just fine.
	We finished our meal and cleaned things up. After putting things
back inside the truck so animals couldn't find them, ( I wasn't sure about
the animal thing, but Dad assured me we had nothing to worry about) Dad
built a big fire, and we pulled our chairs up next to it. The sun had gone
completely behind the clouds by this time, and it was starting to get a
little chilly.
	The chest with the drinks was sitting next to Dad's chair. He
reached in and brought out a couple of beers. Grinning, he said, "If you
promise not to tell your mother about this, I'll let you drink one."
	I took the beer from him, saying, "It's not as if I've never drank
a beer before."
	Dad's eye brows rose just a bit. "Really?" he asked.
	"Relax," I told him.
	We drank our beer and sat there around the fire enjoying each
other's company. The night sounds were beginning around us. Frogs were
singing their songs from lily pads somewhere, and the crickets had begun
singing their tune as they crawled through the grass around us.
	Finally, two beers later for me, and three for Dad, I heard the
words I'd been waiting to hear ever since we had arrived here in the
sticks.
	Danny asked, "You about ready for bed, Danny?"
	I stood to my feet. I looked for the right place, and when I found
it, I whipped my cock out and peed a hot steamy stream, listening to it run
in the grass and weeds around me. I heard the second stream and discovered
Dad beside me. He was also taking a piss. Just hearing the sound of his
stream caused my cock to start growing, in spite of the fact I was still
pissing.
	We finished our "job" and headed for the tent. I stepped inside,
followed by Dad who was carrying a lantern. He handed the light to me and
reached around to flip the tent door cover against the tent. He zipped both
the door and the screen shut while I held the lantern. I watched at weird
shadows played back and forth on the tent walls.
	Dad took the lantern from me. There was a little deck table in one
corner of the tent. We had brought that from home, and it made a perfect
shelf for the lamp.
	For a moment we stood there, Dad and I, just looking at each
other. Finally he held out his arms, and I went into them.
	As he hugged me tightly to him, he whispered in my ear, "God, I
love you."
	"I love you too," I said.
	I looked into his eyes for a moment and then I placed my mouth on
his. The kiss between us started out at first as gentle and loving, but
soon turned to passion and emotion. The harder we kissed the more we
pressed into each other, our cocks grinding and rubbing.
	As I stood there, Dad reached up and pulled my shirt over my
head. He gave it a toss to the tent floor. Next he reached for my belt and
worked it loose. Then he unsnapped my jeans and worked the zipper down. His
fingers ran along my cock as they pushed the zipper all the way down. Then
he slowly pulled my jeans down. They fell around my ankles. Then I felt his
thumbs work their way inside the waist band of my shorts and slowly pull
them down my legs. My cock was already rock hard, and he had a problem
getting the shorts past it. Finally he worked it free and the shorts joined
the jeans at my feet.
	I shivered, partly from the cool air, but mostly from his touch. As
I stood there almost naked in front of my dad, I watched as he leaned over
and took first one tennis shoe, then the other one, off. Then I was
completely naked and hard as I stood in front of my dad, the man that had
made me.
	Then I smiled and said, "It's my turn."
	I followed his example, and shortly he was also standing in front
of me, naked, hard, and so fucking hot that I wanted ever inch of him. I
had put the sleeping bags together earlier when we had put the tent
up. They were together in the form of a double bed. I laid down and pulled
Dad with me. We were on our sides, naked skin to naked skin, his hairy
chest to my smooth one, his hard cock rubbing mine. I could also feel his
wiry bush teasing my own thick bush, and I could feel his hairy balls
kissing my own furry nuts.
	"I feel you dripping," Dad said, grinning at me.
	"I don't think that's just me," I pointed out.
	"I think you're right," Dad agreed. "It's your fault," he
said. "You shouldn't be so damned hot."
	"Nor you," I said, "but I'm glad you are."
	Dad pulled me tightly into him and said, "Me, too, Danny, me, too."
	We snuggled for a time, and it felt so good feeling his warm body
touching mine. I loved the feel of his thick chest tangles as they
scratched my still smooth chest. As we held each other, I ran my hands down
his back, enjoying the feel of his furry back. My hands made their way
slowly on down until they found his hairy butt cheeks. Even there he was so
fucking hairy I could hardly believe it. My fingers discovered his crack
and for a few minutes played in that hairy track. His ass hair was so thick
and I loved playing in it.
	He allowed me to play there for a time, and then he suddenly pulled
away just enough that my hands left his crack.
	"What are you doing?" he asked me.
	"Well, actually, I was just enjoying playing with your hairy
ass. Was that a problem?"
	Shaking his head, he said, "I'm not sure. I'm still kind of taking
this all in," he added.
	"Dad, I love you, and I don't mind telling you, there's not a thing
I wouldn't let you do to me. However, I never ever want to do anything that
would cause me to lose you. I hope you know that."
	"I know Danny," Dad said. "Let's just not rush anything, all right?
After all, we have four days to discover what we might like or not like."
	I agreed, and we lay there in silence enjoying the touch of the
other. I ran my fingers up and down his thick hairy chest, watching the
shadows the lamp was creating on those red curls. Then I leaned up and took
one of his nipples inside my mouth. The hair around it tickled my lips as I
sucked on it, and I felt it become hard against my tongue. Dad began to
moan, and I reached down and discovered his cock was much harder than
earlier, and the hair around the base was wet and matted down with pre
cum. As I ran my fingers through his bush and wrapped them around his thick
cock, I realized for the first time just how big my Dad really was.  I use
to think of him as being around six inches or so, but as my hand crawled
from the hairy base to his leaking head, I realized he had to be close to
eight inches. I guess maybe I had never seen him this hard before, so I
really didn't know just how big he was. Suddenly I knew I had to have that
cock inside me.
	"Dad, I know we've never talked about this, but do you think you
could ever fuck me?"
	My words shocked my dad. He wasn't a saint by any means, but there
were some words I had never heard him say. One of those words was
`fuck'. As I thought back, I thought I might have said it a time or two in
front of him, but wasn't sure.
	"You want that thing up your ass?"
	I laughed. "It's not a thing, Dad. It's your cock."
	"And you want me to do you?"
	Again I laughed. "Dad, I don't want you to `do' me. I want you to
`fuck' me. It's okay to say it. After all, it is a word, and it definitely
is an action."
	Dad shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, Danny."
	"Just promise to think about it," I said.
	For a while there was no more talking. We kissed, hugged, rubbed,
and sucked cock. I had swallowed Dad's cum, but he had yet to swallow mine.
	"Let's sixty-nine," Dad said.
	I quickly moved to the foot where I found his hard leaking cock. I
took it between my fingers and started licking the head as if it were a
sweet ice cream cone. From the other end I felt Dad's mouth take the tip of
mine inside his wet mouth, and both of us moaned at the same time. I soon
started working up and down my dad's hairy shaft and at the same time, I
felt him doing the same to m e. My cock was every hairy even though I was
only sixteen at the time. But Dad, he was so hairy that the hair actually
crawled about half way up his cock. Even with a hard on, the hair still
crawled more than half way along the shaft. I loved sucking his dick and
taking all that hair inside as he fucked my face.
	I could hear Dad moaning and groaning, and soon he started
breathing faster. I knew he was about to shoot his load of man juice inside
my mouth. I sucked him as hard and as fast as I could and still keep on
breathing. I felt his cock swell up inside my mouth, felt it shake, and
then I felt the first hot thick creamy spurt hit the back of my throat. It
was followed by many more squirts, causing me to work hard to swallow it
all and not lose a drop of it.
	Suddenly my toes curled, and I knew I was about to blow my own boy
juice inside my dad's hot mouth. I started fucking him mouth hard, grinding
my thick cock bush into his face as I shot the first creamy shot inside
him. Dad sucked me over and over, and by the time I had finished erupting
into his throat, he had taken my entire load.
	Both of us, our loads shot, just laid there, my cock still in Dad's
mouth, mine in his. It was a wonderful feeling just laying there next to
each other, feeling our cocks grow soft against the other's tongue.
	Finally I moved back up and lay down beside him. I placed my mouth
on his, and the kiss allowed us to taste not only each other's cum, but our
own as well. That was one hot moment to share.
	We talked a while, and finally Dad said he was tired and wanted to
sleep for a while. I would have liked to had more sex with him, but I knew
we had several days to enjoy each other, so I was quite satisfied ( in more
ways than one) to lay next to him, feeling his naked body next to mine. I
turned over on my side and pushed back into him. His cock slide inside my
sweaty ass crack, and I heard him moan a little. Something told me that if
I positioned myself just right I would feel that big hairy dad cock inside
my ass before this trip was over.
	"Watch that," Dad warned in a sleepy voice.
	I pressed harder against him. I could feel his cock start to grow a
little as it snaked its way along my crack. I could feel his balls rubbing
my skin, and I could feel that wonderful thick red bush scratching me as he
put his arms around me, and we fell asleep.

End of Chapter Three. As usual, write and tell me what you think.

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