Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2019 17:44:22 +0000 From: Cck Sckr Subject: Getting Close Part 1 This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal or private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. *** I'd love to hear any feedback or comments on the story. This is pretty much the first time I've ever written anything of this nature, so I'd love to hear what people think. *** Nifty is an awesome platform for so many different typed of erotic fiction. Please consider making a donation to keep this archive open for as long as possible. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ------- I'd not been entirely looking forward to the weekend. I looked over at the clock on my bedside table and the harsh red glare told me that it was 5.02. It wasn't that I couldn't sleep, more that my Dad was running round the house, he wasn't entirely trying to be quiet. Laying in my bed, I could just feel the dread washing over me. We weren't entirely close. We never did anything together. He always wanted me to do more sports, or go with him to football matches, but he never understood that I couldn't care less about that stuff. So when he'd told me that we were going camping, that it was non-negotiable, that it was just gonna be the two of us for three days, I was less than impressed. We barely spoke at the best of times, most of the times we'd respond to each other with grunts or one word answers. Less than impressed is kind of an understatement. Bang! Bang! Bang! "Get up, you lazy prick!" he chuckled as he walked away from my door. Wincing as his words echoed, it was way too early for loud noises. I felt down my body, under my duvet, with my hand clutching at my morning wood. I guess I wouldn't have enough time for a quick wank until at least Monday. For a 15 year old, that felt like it was gonna be an eternity. Especially when I was pulling at that thing at least two or three times a day. I rolled out of bed and grabbed some shorts to wear until I could get in the shower. If I was gonna go through this, then at least I'd have a shower to wake up. I toddled half awake down the hall to the bathroom, hearing Dad making noise in the kitchen now. When I'd had my shower and put on clothes, I felt at least half way human and lumbered downstairs to see Dad packing up stuff in his huge duffle bag. "Coffee" he mentioned without looking at me but tilting his head at the coffee maker. I grunted in response as I made my way over and poured myself a cup and putting too much sugar in, much to his dismay as I heard a tsk coming from his direction. "If you're having something to eat, have it now. We're leaving in 5 minutes and we ain't stopping til we get there" I turned to look at him with a scowl on my face and he looked up at me as if to say "tough luck, kid". From my height, he had to look up to me to admonish me. I kinda liked that. One of the only benefits of being 6'5" as an awkward teenager. Dad wasn't even that short, being roughly 6'2" himself, but he still had to noticeably look up if he was to look directly at me. He walked off with the duffel bag and out to the car, while I grabbed a piece of toast. I sat at the table, leaned back on the chair and closed my eyes. "RACH! WE'RE GOING!" was the next thing I heard as Dad stomped up the stairs to say goodbye to my step mum. I liked Rachel. She wasn't horrible or anything, we just didn't really click. I guess we had the same sort of relationship that me and my Dad have. It always felt weird to me that she was closer to me in age than she was my Dad. He's 37 and she's 25 and they'd been married for 18 months. I could hear her saying goodbyes and before I knew it, I was being yanked out of the kitchen and into the car. It took 20 minutes of being in the car on the road with Dad before I was asleep again. It wasn't the scintillating conversation between us that was keeping me awake, nor was it the talk radio station that he listened to every time we were in the car. I'd been asleep for like 4 hours before I woke up. I felt vaguely normal again, well, it was daylight now. "How close are we?" I grunted as I rearranged myself in my jeans. Morning wood was a problem for the second time that day, as I tried to make it look as inconspicuous as possible. "`Bout an hour. Just passed into Wales" He said, monotonously as we hurtled down the motorway. I don't know why he wanted to come so far from Leeds, where we're from. But he was adamant that he was coming to this specific campsite in South Wales. He then told me about how we were gonna be setting up the tent and getting everything sorted for the rest of the evening. I kinda zoned out while I fished my phone out of my pocket and started looking at stuff on reddit. "Don't get too attached. No chargers where we're going" "What?" I said panicking. I was only at 20% battery. I'd forgotten to charge it the night before. "What did you expect?" he chuckled again, focused fully on the road. I scowled at him but he just had a grin on his face. I went quiet again and focused on my phone in some form of retaliation. It wasn't long after that we pulled off of the motorway and then started going down some country roads and then pulling up into a field. We both got out of the car and Dad went to get the stuff out the back. "Is this it?" I looked around, I could see a lake in the distance, some woodlands... and that's it. There was nothing else. When he'd said campsite, I'd at least assumed that it was gonna be other people there. "Yup. Start unpacking." *** We unpacked the tent first, he'd wanted it close to the woodland, cause "if you're staying in a tent, you're gonna need to piss against a tree" or some bullshit excuse. The tent was just a basic one that could be put up within 5 minutes, thankfully it was also a really tall one so we could just about stand up straight without having to hunch over too much. But it took my Dad, whose not the sharpest tool in the box, at least half an hour. I watched as he struggled against the tent, he was letting loose a stream of swears near constantly. But he looked proud of himself when he finished. "Go grab the sleeping bags and pillows and shit and put them in the tent, would ya?" I didn't bother to grumble. It was easier to just go along and do what he wanted. I rummaged around the back seat and the boot of the car. I could only find his pillows and his extra big sleeping bag. "You forgot to bring yours, didn't ya?" I guess I take after Dad afterall. "Fuck" "Oi! Watch your language!" "I thought you said that `when we're camping, we'll be like feral men, fending for ourselves and not having to worry about having women about'" "Fuck" Dad grunted as he looked at a loss. I smirked, knowing I had used his words against him. "Ah, fuck it. I don't care. You'll just have to get in with me then. Luckily, you can fit 3 people in that thing." My eyebrows raised. "Don't ask" he said as he turned away from me, but I could detect a distinct smirk in his voice. We got all the stuff out of the car and got the tent ready for when we were ready to sleep. He said we'd leave the food in the car, just in case some animals decided to get cheeky and raid our food in the night. We'd gone to a small clearing just outside the woodlands that wasn't 100% grass, so Dad figured we'd be able to make a fire. As he got that all sorted, I grabbed the chairs and cooking stuff and placed it out so it was all easily grabbable. For some reason, he'd brought enough food for a week and 5 cases of beers. I guess he figured that if he was away from work and the missus, he was gonna spend that time with a near constant buzz. When the fire was cracking away, he sat in the chair, legs spread out and cracked open a beer. I watched him do so, it's not like there was much more for me to do. We were well and truly alone. He nodded at me and then proceeded to down the beer in one go. I could only raise my eyebrows in shock. I'd seen him drink before, but it's not like he was downing beers in front of the TV regularly. "Don't just sit there looking at me. Pass me another" Luckily, I'd kept them close by. I reached over and tossed it to him. He cracked this one open and took a big gulp. "Get yourself one too" "You sure?" "Aye." He'd never given me a drink before. I'd never asked for one, I'm pretty sure if I did in the past two years, he would have given me one.I just wasn't all that interested in getting drunk in front of my Dad. He eyed me as I reached over and grabbed a beer. I thought that two can play this game. I cracked it open and downed it in one go. It was unusally warm for the time of year, so getting everything all set up had drained me more than I'd expected. The beer tasted bitter but refreshing. "Fuck!" I panted after I'd downed the whole can. Not realising how out of breath I would be drinking the whole thing. Dad just laughed at me. "I guess it's not your first drink" "Nope." "Well, so long as you're not getting fuckin' paraletic on the streets, I don't really care if you drink." He took another drink while I wiped my face from the beer that didn't exactly make it in my mouth. "I can't really be bothered doing any fishing right now. How's about this: we have a nap, and cook some food and see how it goes?" "Sure. I'm dragging here" "How the fuck are you dragging? You slept the whole way here" He furrowed his eyebrows at me, taking another large drink. "Well, I was woken up at 5am by some idiot wanting to hang out in a field all weekend" There was only another chuckle from him as he put the beer on the ground and headed towards the tent, shucking his shoes along the way. I got up and stretched as I headed over to the tent. When I crouched and got inside, I got a full view of Dad bending over and taking his jeans off. He's not out of shape, far from it. He's got what we call a rugby player's build. Stocky, thick arms and legs and a bit of a beer gut. Not toned and ripped, but fairly in shape. I had roughly the same build but without the beer gut, yet. I think my build is why he thinks I'd be a good rugby player... "Ah, sorry man. I can't sleep in clothes. I always feel like I get tangled in them and shit. Don't worry, I'll keep my boxers on though" He said as he turned around and adjusted his package. I didn't really see him this undressed often. Maybe once in a while as we passed to the bathroom in the morning... but this was kinda different. I noticed how distinctly hairy he was. I'd just started getting some on the middle of my chest but nowhere else, whereas Dad way hairy all over the front of his torso. It wasn't that long though, it looked like he trimmed it regularly. "I'm the same..." I said softly as I kicked off my jeans. Only becoming aware of my chubbing dick until my jeans were half way down my ankles. Trying to play it off cooly, I didn't make much of a fuss about it, but on the inside, I was panicking. It's always weird when you accidentally pop a boner in front of your mates. In front of your dad? That's mortifying. Thankfully, it didn't occur to him. He'd jumped in the sleeping bag and turned on his side facing the tent's wall. I rearranged my junk, slipped off my shirt and climbed in beside my Dad. I turned, facing my back to my Dad and fell asleep pretty much instantly. *** When I stirred, I was still facing the same side of the tent. But something felt weird. Different. Something I couldn't put a finger on... Until it clicked. My half awake brain hadn't processed it yet. I had an arm around me. Dad must have turned round in his sleep and started hugging up next to me. I wasn't mad or weirded out. It felt comfortable. It was nice having a warm body up against me. But something else felt different. He was hugged up against my whole body but my butt felt weird. It dawned on me after a few moments that it was most likely gonna be my Dad's hard dick poking against my butt. I freaked out a little and jumped up in shock. This stirred Dad up and he started coming to. I quickly got out of the sleeping bag and lumbered over to my clothes. Dad rubbed his eyes and looked wearily at me. "Got yourself some morning wood, eh?" He chuckled as he watched me pull up my jeans, with my hard dick tenting obscenely in my boxers. "Uh, yeah... Just gotta take a piss." "Don't worry, I've got the same problem." It looked like he grabbed his cock but I couldn't see under the sleeping bag. I stormed out of the tent with my shirt in hand, trying to get away from Dad so I could feel slightly less awkward, but also so I could take a piss. We'd slept the day away apparently. The sun was starting to go down. As I'd finished up draining my bladder, I turned around and saw Dad stretching. He'd put on a t-shirt, but his jeans were in his hands. He was, just like I was a few moments ago, tenting obscenely. I couldn't help but stare at his package as I walked back towards the tent. I guess he saw me staring at his bulge, as I heard him grunt an apology and quickly put his jeans back on. "Sorry about hugging up to you in there..." I heard my Dad mumble. He wasn't talking loudly, just barely loud enough for me to understand what he was referring to. He was averting his gaze away from me, looking like he was kinda uncomfortable. "You sleep in the same bed with someone for so long, you get in the habit of just cuddling up to them in your sleep. Sorry, Ryan" I didn't really know what to say. It's the first time I could ever remember that he was being vulnerable with me. I felt awkward and uncomfortable. I didn't know what to say or how to respond. I'd never been in this position before... I've never been in the same bed as anyone else before, never mind having their boner poke up against me. This was all confusing for me. "Uh, it's alright. You were asleep, it happens, I guess." I mumbled myself. I slumped down into one of the chairs we'd brought. Not really knowing what to say or how to continue. "Fuck it, this is awkward and I'm hungry. Grab the burgers and we'll cook `em up." and that's pretty much what we did for the rest of the evening. Dad cooked the burgers and we had at least 2 each, we must have been starving. Not much else was said. Dad kept steadily drinking the whole time. He started to slur his words when he did speak up but he wasn't fall down drunk, just a bit buzzed. I drank a little bit, but I wanted to keep my wits about me. He'd talked to me about his work, he works as an accountant in some boring firm. He'd told me all about his work outs, but again, I wasn't really paying attention so I have no clue how he works out. He just kept telling me about these things I don't understand, nor had the inclination to learn. Which is when he started talking to me about Rugby and Football, pretty much begging me to go with him to a game some time and spend more time with him. It was all too weird. We'd pretty much did nothing together, and now he was all up in my grill trying to spend all this time with me? We'd not been awake for more than 4 hours before it was pitch black outside. Only the campfire, that we'd use to cook on, giving out a small amount of light. Dad told me to walk over to the lake, a 10 minute walk away, and get some water to put out the fire, he didn't want to take a chance that the fire could catch and cause everything around us to burn. I grumbled but did as I was told. I grabbed a bucket from the car and walked off alone. Luckily, I could just make out the lake in the darkness, so I wouldn't fall in without realising it. As I was nearing the lake, I pretty much realised that this was probably the only time I was gonna have to myself the whole weekend. Upon that realisation, I chubbed up. I normally had a wank two or three times a day, and it'd been all day without even having one. If anything, I needed to do it to stop myself going crazy. When I finally got to the lake, I put the bucket down and unbuttoned my jeans, letting my inches tent my boxers. Hooking my boxers underneath my balls, I grabbed onto my uncut 6 inches and exposed the head. I was already leaking, excited at the fact that I was finally able to play with myself. I wasn't exactly trying to pace myself when 2 minutes into it, I felt that all familiar feeling of getting close. I grunted as that wave of excruciating pleasure washed over me and my jizz spurted out into the water. As I caught my breath, I noticed I'd got some cum on my hand and without thinking I wiped my hand on my jeans. I partly filled the bucket with water and walked on back to the tent. When I arrived, Dad was in the same place he'd been before but this time, he wasn't wearing his shirt, just his jeans. I furrowed my brow at him, but he just told me to put a tiny bit of water on the fire to put it out, but not enough to flood the whole thing. He headed into the tent and got in the sleeping bag. I followed after, not really caring much about getting back into bed with him, I think having that wank really chilled me out a bit. I shucked my clothes and as I was putting them in a neat pile, I saw Dad's shirt bundled up in the corner. It had a distinct smell coming from it that I recognised... but couldn't quite put my finger on. I shook my head and got in the sleeping bag. We both faced the opposite sides of the tent. It wasn't long before I fell asleep to the sound of Dad's light snoring. *** When I awoke, I felt warm and comforted. It took my a couple of moments to realise that Dad was hugging me again in his sleep. It wasn't as horrifying this time. It felt nice, warm. His face was against my neck and I could feel his morning breath. His arm was around my waist, almost pulling me into his body, his crotch was firmly against my arse. Again, for the second time, I felt his morning wood poking into my cheek. I dismissed it as him just doing all this in his sleep. All guys get morning wood, right? Nothing more to it than that. After about 5 minutes of laying down, fully awake, but kinda content with my Dad holding me close, I felt him stir with a shock. He moved away from me and got up as quick as a flash. As he got out of the bag, I turned around and saw him walking to his jeans. His cock had tented through his boxers so much that it'd poked through the fly and was out for all to see. I'd only ever seen hard dicks before in porn, never saw another one in real life. It looked as thick as mine, but it was definitely longer. He had these thick popping veins running up and down the length that mine didn't seem to have. He was uncut, like me too. The skin was fully back so I could see the entire dark red head of his cock. Dad looked over at me and then looked down to see his protruding cock, hanging out in the open air. He quickly rearranged himself so that he wasn't flashing his only son and walked out the tent closing it behind him. I heard him muttering to himself as his shadow walked over to to the treeline. I rolled onto my back, distinctly aware of my own morning wood. I didn't really think too much of it when my hand slid down my body, threw off the covers and started fondling my inches. I acted like I normally would have at home, stroking myself without any sense of urgency. I think I forgot that I was less than 15 feet away from my Dad. Even with the leisurely strokes of my cock, I was so close to cumming the whole entire time. My usual grunts were muted as I barrelled towards the finish line. My back arched as I flung myself over the edge. The first spurt of which hit me in the neck and then a couple more landing on my chest and stomach. Before I'd even stopped stroking my cock through the euphoria, the door to the tent was ripped open. I opened my eyes to see my Dad looking at me, covered in cum, stroking my dick and in total shock. "Holy fuck!" he yelled as he threw the door of the tent back and disappeared from view. I panicked. Desperately looking for something to wipe myself up with. Feeling full of regret, I grabbed my t-shirt from yesterday and wiped up my cum from my body as best as I could. I'd left my clothes in the car, so I took a deep breath and walked out of the tent. I ignored Dad as he was hunched over the fire trying to light it and raced towards the car to grab a clean shirt. When I'd put a new t-shirt on, I sheepishly walked back over to Dad. "Don't worry about it, kid. We all do it." I just grunted at him, not yet able to look at him in the face out of pure embarrassment. "Hell, I had to crack one out last night myself." My eyes widened at the revelation. He just laughed. "Like I said, we all do it." The fire started to take place and burn higher. Dad didn't really say much more, he just grabbed a frying pan and started cooking breakfast. Not much else was said while he cooked and we ate. I didn't really know what to say, that wasn't really much different than how it normally is between us, but this time it was different. I was looking at my Dad in a different way. He seemed more powerful to me for some reason. He didn't look like my dopey Dad. He was a good looking guy. I'd not noticed it before, but he was a seriously good looking guy. Inside I freaked. I'd never really looked at guys like this before. I liked girls. I only fantasised about girls. I only jacked off thinking about girls. I only watched porn with girls. I'd not cum more than half an hour ago, but I felt myself filling out my boxers again. I awkwardly adjusted myself in my seat. Feeling weird for thinking my Dad was a hot guy but also weird for getting hard over it. "Jesus christ, I remember being a teenager, but does that thing ever turn off?" Dad chuckled as I turned bright red. "Uh... Sorry." "Don't worry about it. I don't care. If you need to take care of it, go to the woods or something. Don't want the tent stinking like jizz again." I looked confused at Dad. "Oh... I threw my shirt in the tent last night after I'd used it to clean up." That explained the smell from last night. I smelt Dad's fresh cum in the tent. *** After the awkwardness of the morning had gone, I felt kind of looser around Dad. He was cracking jokes with me about stuff, he didn't seem like it was weird that he caught his 15 year old kid cumming all over himself. We'd gone to the lake and did some fishing. Dad brought the beers and we shared them as we fished. We didn't catch anything. Nothing seemed to be biting. It could be that it was just a bad day for it... It could also have been because me and Dad were talking a little bit too loudly and scared the fish away from us. Dad was 8 beers deep by the time we called it. It had started to rain a bit and he wanted to get back and have something to eat. As he started putting his rod away, he stumbled over himself, and fell straight back into the shallow of the lake. He was completely drenched. I couldn't help but double over laughing. His face popped up from the water and he was laughing himself. He wasn't especially happy with himself, but at least he could see the funny side. He splashed water at me as he got himself out of the lake. "Fuckin' hell. I didn't bring any other jeans with me. Looks like I ain't wearin' any for the rest of the night" He said as he grabbed his stuff and we walked back to the tent. When we got back, he took off his shoes and jeans and hung them up, hoping they'd air dry before the morning. As Dad was heavily buzzed, it fell to me to cook dinner. It was gonna be nothing special. Just steak and eggs. I got them frying while Dad sat back, wearing a clean, dry shirt and a new pair of boxers. I don't think he could help himself but he carried on drinking. I didn't actually mind because I've always seen him as a happy drunk. He never gets angry or belligerent. He's just a giggly drunk who likes giving out hugs. When the food was done, Dad pretty much inhaled the food. I'd barely gotten my first bite of steak chewed before he threw down the plastic plate on the floor, fully empty. As I ate, Dad didn't really say much. He just opened another beer and said he needed to take the biggest piss of his life. He sauntered off towards the woods and I couldn't help but stare at his big, beefy arse as he walked away. Just the way it moved as he walked, it kinda got me in a daze. I shook my head and opened a beer. I needed to stop looking at my Dad this way. It was wrong. Dad came back as I'd finished eating. I grabbed the plates and put them with the other stuff we were gonna throw away on our way back. Dad stood in front of the tent and stretched. I couldn't help but glimpse at his full package in his boxers as I was clearing things. "I think I'm gonna call it a night, buddy." He said as he scratched the back of his head. "We got a long day tomorrow, driving back and all... and I think I may have drunk a little bit too much" "You think? You pretty much have had a can in your hand at all times today" "Well, can you blame me? I'm just having some fun with my kid" He giggled to himself. He walked on over to me and pulled me in for a hug. "I know you didn't wanna come this weekend. But I'm really glad you came." My hands were just at my sides as he wrapped his arms around my back. "I... It's not been as terrible as I thought it would be." was the best compliment I could give. The hug lasted a bit longer than a normal father / son hug usually would. I don't know if it was the beer or something else but Dad just held on. His chin rested on my shoulder and I could only smell the dirty lake water and beer on him. He pulled me tighter into him one last time and then let me go. He didn't say anything, he just walked into the tent, and I heard a couple of thuds as he threw off his shirt and fell back into the floor and into the bag. I cleaned up some of the stuff and put out the fire again. It was about 5 minutes later that I was ready to go to sleep. I kicked off my clothes and stayed in just my boxers when I got into the sleeping bag. I laid on my back and just tried to relax. Next thing I know, I've got another raging hard on. I'm conflicted. I usually just take the situation in hand when I'm laid down and hard. But I can't this time. I just roll with my back to Dad and try to ignore my hard cock. The beer and the long day had took its toll and I was asleep within minutes. *** I woke up in the middle of the night, and as the same as the other two times this weekend that I woke up, Dad was holding onto me. I never noticed it as it was happening, so I just assumed that he was doing it as he slept, which is fair enough. I always toss and turn in my sleep too. This time was slightly different. Dad wasn't just holding onto my waist. I felt his hand moving slightly over my stomach. His breath was heavy against my neck and he legs were entangled with my own. His hand, that was very slightly moving across my stomach, moved up towards my chest. It grabbed onto my left pec and squeezed slightly. I freaked out internally. I didn't wanna move at all and just kept myself as still as possible. "C'mon Rach..." He muttered under his breath. This made me relax slightly as I knew he was asleep and just trying to feel up my stepmum, even though she's in a completely different country to us at this moment. I could feel his rock hard cock against my arse again, for the third time. But this time, his hips were slightly rocking back and forth against me. His dick slipped and resting in the cleft of my boxer covered cheeks. I slowly moved my hand to Dad's hip to try and push him off me. As I slowly moved my arm over, he hugged onto my chest tighter. When my hand finally got to his hip, I couldn't feel any but bare skin. I rubbed my Dad's hip in a wider circle and confirmed... He wasn't wearing any underwear. His bare cock was sliding up and down my arse. I didn't know what to do. I froze. "C'mon Rach... Let me fuck that pussy..." He muttered again. I didn't know what to do. What the fuck do I do? My Dad is trying to fuck me. Holy shit. I need to stop this. But my body froze. My hand slipped off his hip and just fell in front of me. Dad squeezed onto my pec hard and then slowly moved his hand down my torso. His fingers dug into the skin at the bottom of my stomach, just where my boxers lie. Another thrust of his cock and his hand slipped under the elastic waistband and nestled his fingers in my pubic hair. I felt his fingers dig lower past my cock and start rubbing where my balls meet my inner thigh. I couldn't help but breath deeply. No one in my life has ever touched me there. Definitely not in a sexual manner. He kept rubbing up and down, eventually moving his hand so it was rubbing between my balls and my arsehole. He's moved his head slightly so his forehead was resting on the back of my neck and he was kissing lightly against my shoulder blades. As much as I was freaked out by this turn of events, I was being made to feel so good. On one hand, I felt amazing and I'd never felt like I was this wanted ever. On the other hand, this was my fuckin' Dad. He was trying to fuck me in his sleep. I've read stuff about people having sex in their sleep... but I never ever thought it was real. But my Dad was feeling me up and there's no way he'd ever confuse my body for his wife's... I mean, she had an ample pair of tits and no cock and balls, that I was aware of anyway. Dad's hands quickly moved from my crotch and grabbed the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down roughly. I felt his body move over and I was rolled onto my stomach, with dad laying on my back. His bare cock sliding up and down the crack of my arse. His full body weight was on top of me, pushing my raging hard on into the ground. I tried to move so i could make my cock a bit more comfortable, but that just pushed my arse into Dad's dick, which solicited a loud growl from on top of me. He pushed his hips forward, driving me into the ground again. But this was still painful with my hard cock being ground into the floor, so I had to push back just to keep some slight relief. This continued for a minute or so until Dad thrust his hips against me violently and grunted at the top of his voice. I had no clue what was going on until I felt warm wetness against my arse... Dad had humped against my arse until he came. Holy fuck. He just dry humped me. Holy fuck! He just came on me! "Fuckin' hell Rach... fuckin' tease..." His words got super quiet and then a moment later he rolled off my back and his light snores reverberated through the tent. I slowly slipped my boxers back on and rolled onto my back. My dick was harder than I'd ever felt it before. I wouldn't be able to fall asleep unless I sorted that out. Even through the confusion, it only took a couple of decent pulls of my cock until I was shooting my load into my boxers. I didn't care that I was wet through, back and front. I had bigger problems to think about. After I shot my load, I think I pretty much blacked out straight away. *** "Jesus fucking christ, did you have a wet dream or something?" Not exactly the first words you wanna hear when you wake up. I turned round with Dad sitting up next to me, looking at me with a smile on his face. "It fucking stinks of sex in here." "Uh..." I lifted up the covered and saw my cum covered boxers. "Something like that?" "Well, kid. Looks like you need to start taking care of that thing more often. Need to get you a girlfriend" He laughed as he rubbed the back of his head. "That's how I quit waking up with messes as a teenager" Dad moved to get out of the covers and I don't think he'd realised that his jeans were outside drying off after he fell in the lake. I don't think it clicked on him that he slept naked either in his drunken stupor. I got a full view of his furry arse as he got up in front of me and looked for his clothes. He wasn't very shameful, I wouldn't be either, if I looked as good as he did... fuck, what was I thinking? He bent over and grabbed his boxers, turning round to put them on, I saw his hard cock. The one that humped me last night and spewed jizz all over my back side. I couldn't help but stare. He wasn't entirely slow about putting his junk away. He just did it with ease like he wasn't bothered that I was looking at him. "Look, I can't really be fucked cooking now. How about we pack everything up as quickly as we can and stop on the road for some breakfast?" "Deal" and with that, we didn't really say anything else as we packed up the tent and everything we had about the place. Within 45 minutes, we were on the road. Talk sport radio blaring, keeping an eye on road signs for some place we could get something to eat. "I didn't make an arse out of myself last night did i?" He asked sternly, "I don't really remember much of what happened after I fell in the lake." "Uh... No, you were alright" "You sure? Sometimes... I can get a bit... y'know, when I've had a drink" I looked over to him as he kept his eyes on the road. "Uh, no. You were cool. You gave me a weird hug outside the tent though" "Ah. No problems then." He gave a quick look at me with a smile on his face "Look, Ryan, I really enjoyed this weekend. We should hang out more often. Might get more than a couple of sentences out of you next time" "Yeah... We should do it again. No promises on the talking though"