Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2018 18:42:16 -0400 From: David Greg Denton Subject: Camping with Our Dad - Part 3 *Camping with Our Dad - Part 3 of 3* Gay, incest, father, sons * * * * I woke up first, looked at my watch and saw that we'd been asleep for a couple of hours. I was getting hungry again, so I got up and started putting together dinner for the three of us. Jerry got up and came out to help me. Dad was last and as he stretched, I took a moment to admire his body once again. A more handsome and sexier man I had never seen before, nor would I ever again, I was sure of that. He joined us, and we ate in relative silence. Then he offered to clean up. Jerry and I didn't object to that at all. We went back into the tent and laid down, then talked casually while Dad was busy outside. "You know, I keep expecting to wake up from this fantastic dream any minute now. How about you, Kenny?" "Oh, I know it was real. I can still feel Dad's asshole wrapped around my cock. It was amazing. Maybe he'll let you fuck him too." "Nah, I don't really want to, Ken. I know we talked about having him join us for some fun and now that he has, I'm good. It was always more your fantasy than mine anyway." "Oh, I never knew that, Jer. Why didn't you ever say anything?" He shrugged his shoulders and answered, "No reason to. We've had a lot of fun, you and I, so it's all good." "Glad to hear it." Just then Dad walked in and asked, "What are you two talking about or is it a secret between brothers?" "Not a secret, Dad, just a casual conversation. What do you want to do now?" I asked. "Well, I hope you're not too disappointed, but I really am beat. We have a long drive ahead of us in the morning and we have to get up early. I think I'll hit the sack, if that's okay?" "Yeah, sure, Dad. Whatever you want. I'm just gonna read for a little while. I'm not sleepy yet," Jerry admitted. "Yeah, same here, Dad. Night." I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He took my face in his hands and kissed me on the lips like when we were kids and he'd come to tuck us in. Then he said, "Night," and did the same to Jerry. Once he'd settled in and closed his eyes, Jerry and I looked at each other and smiled. I knew he was thinking that we had an amazing Dad and I nodded in agreement. Jerry closed his book a few hours later and turned in. I mouthed "goodnight" and he did the same. I turned in a short time after that. I didn't fall asleep right away though. I kept going over the events of the past few days, unsure what to make of what had happened. I loved my brother and my dad, but I wasn't sure how I felt about where we went from there. I should have been overjoyed. It was every young, gay man's fantasy to have sex with his brother and his dad, right? Or was it? I wasn't sure anymore. I don't know how long I lay there thinking about it before I finally drifted off. Morning came, and Dad was dressed and had done most of the work outside for us. He had told us we'd eat breakfast on the way home. All we had to do really was roll up our sleeping bags and take down the tent. That didn't take long and before we knew it, we were packed up and on the road, headed for home. Jerry fell asleep in the backseat, while I was looking out the window, still trying to make sense of the past few days. Dad woke me from my reverie when he asked, "What are you thinking, son?" "Oh, nothing much." I answered hoping that would satisfy him. It did not. "Come on my boy, you know you can tell me anything. What is it?" "Really, I'm okay," I insisted. He remained quiet after that, but I was pretty sure he wasn't convinced. He turned on the radio then I leaned my head back and fell asleep listening to the oldies station. I woke up when he was at the drive thru ordering breakfast. Jerry woke up then too. We got our order and pulled into a parking spot, then proceeded to devour our meals and head back out on the road again. When we arrived at Mom's, Jerry thanked us both for a great weekend then jumped out and started for the house. He turned and asked me if I wanted to visit with Mom before church, but I told him I just wanted to get home. Truth be told, I held her responsible for me not getting to room on campus. She was the one who left, and she was the one who had to have everything her way. I resented her for it and didn't call or visit her as a result. Dad had asked me to give her a chance, that there were always two sides to every story, but I wasn't willing to go there yet. She didn't seem to be willing to make the effort for me either, so I told him "good riddance" and he accepted it for the time being, I think. Once we were home again, I helped Dad unpack the car then went to take a long, hot shower. The lake had been refreshing, but I still felt dirty somehow afterwards. Once I emerged from the bathroom, I didn't bother to dress. Rather, I went downstairs and made myself comfortable on the couch. Dad gave me a look but didn't say anything. He was a deacon, so he had to go to church. I decided to read about the Incans for my Anthropology class the next day. Dad kissed me goodbye before he left and told me he'd see me at lunch. I was surprised he didn't challenge me about not going to church with him. Actually, I was glad he didn't. I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts that morning anyway. * * A few months after we got home from our camping trip, I got a call from Jerry. He'd met a girl at school and they were dating. He called to tell me that we couldn't have sex anymore because he wanted them to be exclusive. I was disappointed and confused but wished him only the best. I went downstairs and saw my dad lying on the couch reading something on his kindle. We had been going around naked ever since we'd gotten back from the lake and that day was no different. His ankles were crossed, which accentuated his cock and balls. I started to get a little excited and thought maybe I should go back to my room, when he noticed me. "Have something you wanted to talk to me about, son?" He asked as he laid the device down on the coffee table. I was debating over whether or not to tell him what Jerry had said when he interrupted my thoughts, "Come here." I went and stood next to his feet, making sure I looked at his face rather than his crotch. "What's got you down, son?" He knew me all too well. "I just got off the phone with Jerry..." "Yeah, how's my other son doing?" He seemed genuinely interested. "Well, it seems he's seeing someone and..." "Oh. He doesn't want to have sex with you anymore. Is that it?" I nodded, too embarrassed to answer verbally. "Come here," he insisted as he held out his arms to me. I moved closer then sat next to him on the edge of the couch. "No, lay down on top of me like you used to do." "Daaaddd... I'm too old to be laying on top of you. I'm not a kid anymore." "You'll always be my boy... just do as I ask... please?" I got up and sort of rolled onto him careful not to damage anything vital. It was tricky, but I settled in half on and half off to the side. He wrapped his strong, hairy arms around me, then started to rub my back. "Is he seeing a boy or a girl?" He asked. "A girl," I answered. "How does that make you feel, son?" "I'm not sure... I think I'm confused," I confessed. "I guess I have been ever since the camping trip." "You're not sure what it means that you and Jerry had been having sex exclusively but now he's dating a girl. Am I right?" "Well, yeah!" I admitted. He kept rubbing circles on my back then said, "Jerry's more like me than you, son. I thought you knew that. He likes boys and girls, but it doesn't mean he doesn't love you. He's just ready to move on and I think you need to let him." "I guess so." "What about you, aren't there any guys at school you find attractive? Isn't there anyone you feel like hooking up with?" I looked up at him and replied, "It would be easier if I lived in the dorms. They have parties all the time and hang out in the common room," I tried to explain. "I wish we could afford for you to live on campus, but you know I'm supporting your mother and brother as well as us... then there's the two houses, three cars, tuition, books, etc. We simply can't afford it, son, I'm sorry." "I know, Dad. I shouldn't have said anything, I'm sorry." I laid my head on his chest and let out a heavy sigh. "I hate to see you unhappy, Ken." I could tell that what was coming was going to be serious because Dad almost never called me by my name. It was always, "son" or "my boy." Then he pulled me up and onto his naked body and said, "I love you, son. You know I'd do anything for you. I know we should have talked about this sooner but now's as good a time as any." I remained silent, waiting to hear what he was going to say next. "What happened on our camping trip was wonderful." I thought maybe he hadn't enjoyed it as much as Jerry and I had. It was good to hear that he had thought it was wonderful, but we hadn't fooled around at all since that weekend. "If you thought I didn't enjoy myself... I mean I'm sorry if I gave you that impression by keeping silent for so long. I've never felt closer to you boys than I did that weekend, but I've felt guilty about it ever since." "But Dad, Jerry and I started it. You didn't do anything wrong." "I appreciate your saying that, but I still feel like it shouldn't have happened. I'm your father. I'm supposed to be a role model, set an example. I can't help feeling like I let you down." "You've never let us down, Dad, not once! You *are* a role model... an example. I couldn't have asked for a better dad than you," I assured him. He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. "Thanks for saying that, son. That makes me feel a little better. What do you say we go sit in the hot tub for a little awhile. I think it would make us both feel better." "Yeah, I'd like that." I climbed off him then helped him up. He took my hand as we walked out to the patio, then let go so that he could climb in. I followed, then he sat down. I usually sat across from him, but I didn't want to this time, so I sat down next to him, laying my legs across his thighs. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, then started rubbing my legs back and forth. It felt good to have him massaging my legs like that. I tried not to, but I started to get excited as his hands rubbed closer and closer to my cock and balls. By the time his hand finally did brush against my ball sack, my cock was rock hard. I reached over and guided his hand to my stiff prick. He took it and started stroking. I closed my eyes and gave into the sensations. "Mmmm," I moaned. "That feels good." I moved my leg closer to his crotch and felt that his cock was hard too. I rubbed it with my calf and he remarked, "It sure does, son." I continued to rub his cock with my calf while he stroked my cock until he said, "Why don't you stand up?" I did as he suggested, then he promptly leaned forward and swallowed my cock whole. I was overwhelmed and almost fell backwards, but Dad held me up by grabbing my ass. He massaged my cheeks while he blew me. Before I could shoot he eased off and made another suggestion, "Why don't we take this little party inside?" I thought that sounded like a good idea. I nodded and climbed out, then helped him. He pulled out a towel and dried me off, then I did the same for him. He led me inside and upstairs to his bedroom. Of course, I'd been in his room before, but I was a little surprised when he pulled me onto the bed. He laid down on top of me and started kissing me. He began with me face and lips, spending plenty of time kissing me. Then he moved on to my shoulders and my chest, concentrating on my nips. I was moaning my approval by then, so he made his way down to my navel and eventually back to my crotch. He bypassed my cock and headed straight for my balls. He licked one then took it in his mouth and sucked it. When he was done, he exchanged it for the other and did the same thing. All I could think was that I wanted him to suck my cock again, but again he made me wait. Instead, he lifted my legs and began to eat out my ass. Jerry and I had never gone in for that, but Dad seemed to really get into it. He licked it for quite awhile, then fucked me with his talented tongue. I was wriggling all over the bed by then, so I took my cock in hand and beat off while he tongue-fucked me. I couldn't hold out any longer so I shouted, "I'm commiinnnggg!" as I let loose a torrent of cum. Rope after creamy rope shot from my cannon and ended up all over my face and chest. It was glorious, and I had my Dad to thank for it. Once I had stopped shaking and spasming, Dad came up and laid down beside me. I rolled over and into his arms, saying, "Thank you," as if that would ever be enough to express my gratitude for what he had just done. He had taken me to the moon and I was still unsure if I wanted to come back down. "My pleasure, son. Feel better now?" He asked. "Oh my God, yes. How can you even ask me that?" "Just checking." I looked down at his cock and it was still hard. It was then that I realized that I had been so caught up in my own pleasure that I had totally forgotten about him! "You didn't come!" "No... but that's okay. This was all about you, my boy." "No, it's not okay. Let me..." "No, it's okay, really." But I wouldn't take "no" for an answer. I moved down and took his beautiful, large, cut cock in my mouth and began sucking the dick that made me. I licked and sucked, using my hand to stroke it at the same time and soon enough he was letting go in my mouth and down my throat. I savored the taste of his cum and once I had sucked him dry, I came back up and shared some of it with him. He sucked it from my mouth and moaned his pleasure as he did so. When he had dug the last of it from my mouth with his tongue, he looked at me and stated, "You really are a remarkable young man, son. How did you get so good at this?" "Lots and lots of practice," I replied. "Well, I have to commend you on your expertise. I've probably had many more partners than you but haven't accumulated nearly the experience you have. Bravo." "Thanks, Dad. You're not half bad yourself, you know?" "Oh, well thanks for the compliment. Wouldn't want to overdo it and give me a swelled head." "I like it when your head swells, actually. It's such a pretty shade of purple," I said joking. That made him laugh and I joined him. We laid there for some time while he rubbed my back. I fell asleep at some point, though. But when I awoke, I was alone in the bed, so I went looking for him. I found him sitting outside on the patio swinging back and forth on the old porch swing he'd moved from the front to the back years ago. He must have been lost in thought, because he didn't hear me ask him if he was alright. I repeated the question and he answered, "Yeah, sure... why shouldn't I be?" I wasn't convinced, so I sat down next to him and asked him again. "Are you sure? You seem, I don't know, distant." He put his arm around my shoulder and hugged me to him. "If you must know, it's the same thing I told you about before. I feel guilty about `being' with you like that." "Dad, I love you. I love the way you make me feel whether we're in bed having sex or hiking naked or just talking like this. I love Jerry too, but I know the difference between feeling something for someone and just having sex. Does that make sense? I'm afraid I'm not explaining myself correctly." "No, son, you're doing just fine. I know what you mean, and I thank you for saying it. We're just two lonely guys helping each other out, right?" "Exactly. And someday one or both of us is gonna find someone and we'll be exclusive with that person and we'll be happy for the other one." "That's right, Ken. You're exactly right. Say, when did you get so smart?" He asked. "I've always been smart, Dad. I get it from you. Now if that's settled, can we get something to eat? I'm starved!" He let out a good, light-hearted laugh and replied, "Sure, son." He patted me on the leg and got up, heading for the sliding door. I followed, but he turned and engulfed me in those big, strong arms of his once more. I melted into them just as I always had. It didn't matter that we were both naked, this was a bonding moment not a sexual one and we both knew the difference. Years later, I look back on those days and think I probably had the greatest dad in the world. I was able to talk to him about anything. He was always there for me, in and out of the bedroom and while we had more sexual experiences together, there were many more times when we were just your average father and son. I only hope he knows how much I love and appreciate him. And to think it all started with a camping trip.