Date: Mon, 06 Feb 2006 22:04:44 -0500
From: storyman7@aim.com
Subject: Confession Hike

Attention: This story is pure fiction, and likeness to real people is
coincidental or by accident, and contains a sexual experience between an
adult son and his father.  Comments can be emailed to thebodymale7@aim.com,
and all will receive a response back.  This story is more of an erotic
experience for stimulation as to just a jack-off story like so many others.
I hope you enjoy...

THE CONFESSSION HIKE

It was Collin Moore's first time in Washington.  He and his wife flew in
for their son's wedding, which was a week away.  They wanted to spend some
time with Drake and Mrs. Judy Moore wanted to help her soon to be
daughter-in-law with the final wedding arrangements.  Leaving the women to
their wedding bell fantasies, Drake asked his father if he wanted to go
hiking for a few days up in the forests.  Collin was more then happy to get
away from the business of all the planning going on.  It was early June,
the weather looked promising, and the two men headed out on a Tuesday
morning.  Drake knew his dad loved the outdoors and wanted to show him what
he was missing here in the northwest.

  They drove to a truck stop along the highway where they could leave the
van overnight, packed up their gear on their backs, and headed into the
wilderness.  A tender, but sunny rain shower greeted them, but quickly
moved on, leaving the foliage surrounding them shiny with dew.  Both men
wore kakki shorts, t-shirts, socks and sturdy hiking boots.  After a couple
hours in, they stopped for a rest and to snack, having talked about all the
things having gone on back home.  Drake's brother Mitchell wasn't going to
be able to make it to the wedding because he couldn't get out of work.  It
was Collin who started the conversation going regarding getting married.

  "Are you nervous, Drake?"

  "Nervous?" Drake asked, chuckling.  "I'm very nervous."  Drake was
twenty-four, a handsome younger version of his father.  Both men were six
feet tall with good builds, dark brown hair, very hairy legs.  Drake had
sported a goatee for about three years now, while Collin usually kept clean
shaven, although since arriving he hadn't shaved at all, a five o'clock
shadow on his mug.  They were sitting on an ancient, fallen tree log,
enjoying the heat of the sun on their bodies.

  "I remember being terrified," Collin confessed with a smile, lost in
thought back to the day of his wedding.  "I thought I had to do so many
things before tying the knot, before I couldn't do certain things again."

  Drake looked over at his father, amused.  "I have the same thoughts, I
guess."

  With a nod, dad said, "I'm sure we all do.  I wonder if women do too."

  "Nah, they're too busy planning the rest of our lives."  Their laughter
echoed around them.  They finished eating and pressed on.  Drake had done
this hike a couple times with his fiance, so he was having a great time
showing his father the trails.  In the first four hours, they'd only
crossed paths with two other hikers, otherwise the forest was theirs alone
as they continued talking, feeling the exercise their bodies were getting.

  Along the hike, as the hours went by, they bonded all over again.  It's
not that they were never close as family, it's just that a few years apart
from one another after Drake went away to college made them different men,
so to speak.

  "You're more responsible then your brother, Drake," Dad told him, "I'm
glad you went to college, that you keep your life in good standing.  How
you and Mitch came from the same family yet you're so different is beyond
me and your mother."  Drake had to laugh at that.  "I'm serious, son.  I
love you both, I just can't seem to teach Mitch any responsibility."

  "Well, why do you say that, dad?  I mean, Mitch works, holds a job."

  "Yes, but he's negligent, throws his money away, still lives at home..."
They both chuckled.  "And, he doesn't seem to treat people very well.  His
arrogance will catch up with him one day."

  "I'm sure it will," Drake agreed.  "Wish I could be there to see it when
it happens."

  "Anyway," dad continued, "any last wishes before the big plunge?"

  "What do you mean?"  Drake sensed his father being more personal, at
least more personal then when he was growing up.  Perhaps it was simply
that his father was treating him as an adult now, and that was all.  It was
actually a good feeling, his father speaking to him like he is the man he
is, standing on his own two feet.

  "I've been thinking," dad said, "you've never been...crazy.  Not foolish
at all.  I'm sure you've got that side to you, I've just never seen it come
out.  I hope your mother and I weren't too strict with you as you were
growing up."

  Shrugging his shoulders, Drake said, "Not at all, I'm just always
so...self conscious about what people think of me."

  "You shouldn't be, son.  You're a well rounded individual."

  "Thanks, dad.  I need to hear that from time to time."  He reached over
and gave his dad a quick hug.  When they let go, he said, "I've missed
living around you and mom.  A lot."

  With a nod, dad said, "We'll always miss having you around.  It's
comforting to know that you're alright, though.  Wow, you're getting
married!  I still...I keep thinking of the day I first held you in my arms
when you were born, and here you are."

  Shying at the statement, Drake said, "Come on dad, don't do this
sentimental thing on me.  Not now."

  "I can't help it.  I look at you and I see me.  Well, me a little more
crazy then you," he laughed.

  "I've never known you to be crazy, dad."

  "Oh but I can be," Collin admitted.  "Can I be frank about something?  I
mean, can I tell you something that you won't get embarrassed about hearing
from your dad?"  Drake nodded, curious.  "It's about before I married your
mother.  It's kind of a sexual confession-"

  "Dad."  Both men stopped in the trail, face to face.  Drake grinned
shyly.  "Dad, you're my dad, you know.  Kids don't see their parents in a
sexual way, or whatever.  I'll get embarrassed if you tell me this, because
it gives you a different outlook to me.  I'm a guy, I visualize
everything."

  Collin laughed.  "You're an adult, son.  I'm sure you don't have thoughts
of your parents, but hey, I'm not just your father, I'm a guy too.  I have
every thought about sex that you do.  Is there really something wrong if I
want to tell you things about that?"

  "I guess not," Drake responded, mustering up the courage to hear his dad
speak about something that he'd never thought to hear.  "I just...I look at
you and see my dad, that's all."

  With a grin, Collin nodded.  "I know, Drake, that back when you were
growing up, I didn't take the responsibility to be honest with you about
sexuality.  Hell, I was nervous about it, and didn't have a clue what to
say to you.  Besides, I knew you'd learn more from your friends, and at
school, then I could talk to you about.  It's how I learned."  Collin
noticed a blueberry patch behind his son.  "Look, let's eat some of these
berries."

  They both turned and walked among the patch, kneeling to pick the
berries.  As they started, Collin continued.  "So, about two weeks before
we were married, and I should give a bit of background on this, there was
this woman in college, a hot blonde that for whatever reason wasn't
attracted to me, but I had the hots for her.  In the meantime, I met your
mom, fell in love, blah blah blah."  They both chuckled, neither of them in
the mood for a romantic feeling.  "This woman I'm talking about knew your
mother too, and so she was invited to our wedding.  And I remember, when I
first met this woman, I was just another horny guy wanting a gorgeous woman
who was right in front of me but she wouldn't give me the time of day,
other then to be friends.

  "I wanted her so bad, Drake."  He looked over at his son, who was turned
away, but listening.  "So for three years, I was around this woman.  Then
suddenly, I am getting married, and at a party one night, she wants me.  I
don't know why, but she just hit on me and I couldn't help but get excited.
And I remember being angry.  There I was with a raging hard on, just pure
lust racing through my head, both heads actually, but I was in love with
another woman."

  Drake had started putting berries in an empty baggie he had, when he
realized his dad stopped talking, so he asked, "Then what happened?"

  It didn't take long for Collin to carry on his story as he nibbled on the
blueberries.  "She threw herself at me, but I couldn't.  I told her I
couldn't.  She knew your mother too, and I just couldn't.  So," Collin
paused, sighing with a smile, "she asked me the darnedest thing, Drake.
There we were at a friend's house, a party going on around us, all these
people, and she said she'd take her clothes off for me if I'd jack off for
her."

  Drake's head turned to his dad so quick it felt like a snap.  "Really?"

  "Yeah."

  "What'd you do?"

  Collin chuckled.  "We walked all around the house, and upstairs we found
a walk in closet.  We went in, closed the door, and she just stripped,
leaned against the far wall, and started playing with herself.  I couldn't
resist.  I dropped my pants and started jacking off.  And you know, she
only made one attempt to reach for me, but I wouldn't let her, and so she
just kept fingering herself, and I popped one of the fiercest loads I ever
felt."

  Still looking at his dad, Drake saw that he was lost back there in the
moment of this crazy situation, and wondered at the intimacy and openness
his father was sharing with him.  It didn't seem like a conversation he'd
ever, ever have with his own father.  The image of his dad standing in a
closet jacking off for a woman was hardcore.  He shook his head to clear
his mind.  "Wow," he said.

  His dad looked at him, coming out of his memories.  "That's what I
thought."  He grinned, continuing to pick berries and eat them.  "I think
it's probably the craziest thing I ever did, or wanted to do.  I'm glad I
did it though."

  "You are?"

  "Yes.  I think it put my life in a more perspective light, that I knew
what I needed over what I wanted.  It was a good thing, and a wild memory."
Collin sighed, content.

  Drake couldn't help but admire his father through his embarrassment at
hearing about this.  It caused him to remember another time in his life
when doubt and wonder forced him into complete silence.  And then, his
father looked at him, loaded the confession gun, and fired a question Drake
hoped he'd never hear his father ask.  "Tell me something crazy, Drake.
About yourself.  Have you ever had such a wild desire that you wanted to
have happen that you wouldn't turn down no matter what?"

  There it was.  His father was asking him something that was in the back
of his mind for a long time, and Drake wasn't sure at all if he could be
honest.  "Dad, please."  He returned to gathering more berries.  "I
appreciate you're trust and honesty here, but I can't be so honest and
open."

  "Why not?"

  "Because I would never want to lose your love, dad.  Ever."  He put a
heavy emphasis on `ever.'

  It gave Collin pause for thought.  There are a trillion and more thoughts
that go on in humans every day, but he couldn't imagine what his son could
be thinking that he couldn't share.  "I'd like to hear it, Drake.  I won't
be forceful about it, but I am curious now.  Part of the reason why I just
told you what I did is because you're grown up, and I don't want to treat
you like a child.  Another reason is because I never get to talk about shit
like this, not really."  Collin sighed, relaxing, just sitting there now,
looking off into the distance at nothing.  "You could never, ever lose my
love, son, no matter what.  I don't know why you'd think that."

  Drake had trepidations.  He always did, about everything.  He stopped
picking the berries, and just sat, crossing his legs, looking the opposite
way of his father.  "I don't know, dad.  I always want to tell you things,
but I think some things shouldn't be told."

  "Like what?"  Collin stood and walked back to the path, then turned to
his son's back.  "Drake, I'm your dad.  I'm not a secret, I'm not
invisible."  He chuckled.

  "I know," Drake hesitated.  His father moved toward him and knelt beside
him.  "Dad, it was just...too long ago."

  "What was?"

  "Just things, dad," Drake said indifferently.  He suddenly felt a comfort
level he didn't know could exist.  "I was going through puberty, that's
all."

  "And I wasn't there for you," Collin stated, looking away.

  "It's not that you weren't there for me, dad.  Not at all.  I think I
turned out pretty much the same way most boys do."  He laughed.  "I learned
about private things publicly, I guess.  It just didn't stop me from hoping
other things."

  After a moment, Collin asked, "Such as?"

  Drake looked at his father, uncertain about everything, but comfortable
suddenly to speak.  "Dad, when I was growing up, going through puberty,
learning about masturbation, sex and everything that comes with it, I went
through a certain...time, when I thought about something else."

  "And what was that?" Collin asked quickly.  He sensed that if he didn't
jump at the issue, it would pass.  "Drake, what was it?"

  Reluctantly, his son said, "I went through a time when I wanted to see
you naked, dad.  I don't know why, I just did.  I mean, I've never seen you
that way, so back when I was 13, getting through that puberty stage, I was
curious about many things, and it included you, because you were my hero,
always there for me, always strong.  It was like that for probably a year
before it went away, and I started liking girls.  Then the thought was, you
know, gone."

  Stunned, Collin sat down on the ground beside his son.

  Drake seemed to sense his father's silence, and turned quickly to say,
"Dad, I'm sorry if this offends you.  I'm not saying anything to hurt you.
You told me a secret, I told you mine.  Please dad."

  A moment later, Collin looked over into his son's eyes.  "I didn't know.
I mean, I didn't have a clue.  Your mother didn't want any nudity around
the house, and I respected that.  I didn't...I didn't know that there might
be any importance about it."

  Out of respect, Drake said, "Dad, it wasn't about importance.  I learned
about sex anyway.  I just went through a phase of wondering about you, your
body.  I know I said that I didn't think about my parents' sex life, but I
did think about you.  Not mom at all.  Just you.  I was going through
puberty, dad, and wondering what we had in common, so I tried to look for
it.  I tried to catch you when I thought you'd be naked, and it never
happened."  He laughed.  "I spent so much time looking at myself, comparing
myself, that I wanted to have something else to compare to, or something
like that."  He got muffled in thought, and turned away, looking off into
the distance of foliage and trees.

  Collin was staring at his son in awe, not sure what he was thinking.  He
was about to speak when Drake suddenly continued as he stared off in the
distance.  "I loved it when we played football.  When we tackled, I got
hard, and I was so confused about it.  Now it doesn't matter, but back
then, I wish I had had more courage to tell you things.  To ask more
things."

  It was then that Collin started understanding.  He moved to sit side by
side with his son, and asked, "Drake, didn't you ever do things like...like
be in a circle jerk with a friend or two back then?"

  Drake turned toward him, thinking.  "No.  Things like that never happened
when I was a kid.  Why do you ask?"

  "Because I did those things, son.  I experimented, finding out what I
could do and what I couldn't do."  His son was staring at him, surprised.
"Don't look so amazed about that, Drake."  He shrugged his shoulders.  "I'm
sure a lot of teenage boys do silly things when they first start jacking
off, getting horny thoughts.  It's not a big deal.  Me and my best friend
back then used to jack each other off a lot for an entire summer before the
girl lust kicked in."

  "Wow," Drake uttered.

  "See, Drake, you never know about some things unless it's brought up.
I'd never had hidden that from you if had asked.  "So," he said with a
lopsided grin, "what would you have done if you had caught me naked?"

  "I don't know, probably just stared with a stupid look on my face."

  His dad laughed, standing.  Their backpacks were a few feet away, and
Collin, with a swift move, slipped his t-shirt off and tossed it over.
Drake knew right away what his father was doing and stood too.  "Dad, you
don't have to do this.  That was a long time ago."  He looked at his
father's furry bare chest that he'd seen many times, watching his undo his
belt.  "Oh jesus," He breathed, looking around, "you're gonna do this,
aren't you?"

  "Yep!"  Collin chuckled, slipping the belt from his kakki loops.  He had
gotten in a quirky, playful mood since learning about all this.  "It'll
take the mystery out of you."  He unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts and
they easily fell down his hairy legs.  He was wearing skimpy underwear.
Collin stepped out of the kakki's, leaned down and tossed them away also.
Looking at Drake, he saw that his son was somewhat embarrassed or shy.
"Are you ready?"  He didn't wait for Drake to respond though, he thumbed
the sides of his briefs and took them off, until he was standing there with
just his watch and his socks and hiking shoes on.

  Drake did what he thought he'd do.  He stared, open mouthed, as his dad
did a slow turn and return full frontal three feet away.  At 48, his father
was physically still a very attractive man, moderately muscular, all that
hair all over his body, and his package.  Drake didn't know what to expect
of that, but his father's cock was thick, flaccid and dangling over a heavy
ball sack, about three inches of shaft in which the skin was a bit darker
then the rest of him.  Collin stood patiently, letting his son adjust to
the view, and waited for whatever response would come.

  It took another moment before Drake stated, "I...I feel like I'm 13 all
over again."  He met his dad's eyes.  He watched him tug his soft shaft,
and it seemed to loosen more.  "I guess I never realized that you're in
such good shape."

  Collin took a step forward, "Thanks, kiddo.  I try."  He looked around.
"This is nice, actually, being naked in the woods like this.  Feel's free."

  His son smiled.  "Say dad, would it...would it be wrong if I reached over
and touched you?"

  Thinking, Collin shrugged, "I'm sure somewhere, somehow it's wrong to
someone, but I won't tell if you won't."  They chuckled as Drake took a
step forward, before his father.  "What thoughts about me, exactly, do you
remember having back then, anyway?"

  "Nothing in particular, I just got excited sometimes, and needed to..."

  "Pop a nut?"  His dad asked when Drake hesitated.  Drake nodded.  "Well
don't be ashamed of that.  I don't know if a lot of boys have a thing for
their dad at some stage in life, but I'm sure you weren't the only one."

  Clumsily, Drakes fingertips made contact with the forest of hair on his
dad's chest.  He started moving his fingers around with a sheepish grin,
and Collin found it amusing, like he viewing his son at a boyish age again.
So he put his hands behind his head, watching and feeling Drake's hands
explore and caress his torso.  A moment later his son's forehead came
forward and rested on his left shoulder and upper arm, as he felt those
fingers moving further down his body.  This touch was forcing a response in
him.

  "Son, I'm gonna get hard, I think."

  "Really?"

  "Yeah.  You're welcome to feel it grow if you put it in your hand."
Tentatively, he felt Drake's palm and fingers wrap around his shaft, and it
started to get fully hard.  He was about 7 inches when hard, but thicker
then average.

  Drake chuckled.  "I'm standing here with a raging hard on and my dad's
hard cock in my hand."  He looked up, and their noses touched.  Their lips
played with smiles.  "Would you have done this with me if I'd asked back
then?"

  "Oh, probably not.  You were a kid, son, a minor.  What we consent to
here is okay being adults.  It's touching on incest, yes, but I can't pull
my pants up now, can I?"  They laughed.  "Would you like to jack off with
your old man?"

  Drake looked at his dad respectfully, realizing harshly that he was about
to become a married man, and this opportunity most likely wouldn't happen
again.  "Is it okay if there are a few other things on my mind?"  He asked
as he pulled his own t-shirt off, tossing it aside.

  "Such as?"  Collin asked, then his son kissed him, eyes locked.

  "I'd like nothing better then to...I don't know, get as close to you as
possible right now," Drake told him, stripping his kakis and shorts off at
once, so that he too was standing in just socks and shoes.

  His dad looked down to his hard on.  "Whew.  It's been a while since I've
seen your body.  You've...grown."  They laughed.  "Okay.  Okay.  I'm horny
now.  What's going on in that head of yours?"  He asked his son.

  Drake grabbed his father's cock again and slowly pulled on it.  "I
thought I'd see what it's like to give a guy a blow job."

  "You wanna suck my cock?"  Collin asked, surprised.  The crazy thought
got his balls throbbing as he noticed his typical precum start to flow.
They were both in unfamiliar, crazy moods, that was a certainty, dad
thought as he looked his son up and down, at the light layer of hair over
his son's chest, the bush of pubic hair over his cock.

  Then Drake knelt on one knee, eye level to his dad's crotch, and opened
his mouth slightly.  Collin found himself slowly moving forward, not
believing that he actually wanted to.  The thought of a hot mouth on him
was appealing, a flood of wanting it rushing like a hurricane heading
inland.  When the tip of his cock was at Drake's lips, his son's tongue
darted out and licked his slit.  It caused him to push forward, the head of
his cock entering his son's mouth.

  Right off the bat, he felt Drake's teeth, almost sharp and hurtful, so he
pulled back.  "Drake, watch your teeth.  Use your tongue, the roof of your
mouth."  He watched Drake put his mouth down half his shaft, and felt his
tongue envelop the underside of his cock, warm and wet.  Collin sighed in
utter lust as he looked about, thinking how crazy this was.  But a moment
later, he looked down to find he'd put the palm of his left hand at the
side of Drake's face, and was slowly pumping in and out of his son's mouth.
When Drake started darting his tongue around, Collin closed his eyes to
enjoy it, his breath erratic at what was happening.  He knew he was too
turned on to last long, the scenario was too hot and sinful.  His son may
not ever have done this before, but he was trying to do it well.

  Drake could taste the precum of his father's cock.  He felt all lustful,
and somehow managed to do what he was doing without his teeth breaking the
mood.  As he enjoyed the feel of his father's cock slipping forward and
back in his mouth, he'd started jacking his own cock, almost the same
length as his dad's, but not as thick.  He knew, too, that he was going to
lose his load quickly.  A moment later, he heard his dad take a deep intake
of breath.  "Drake!  I'm gonna pop!"

  Drake felt his dad's hand grip the shaft as he let it pop out of his
mouth and lean back.  Collin began pumping fast as his sperm blasted out,
spraying his son's chest.  It was all Drake needed to start cumming himself
between his father's hairy legs, feeling his dad's hot sperm splash onto
his torso.  Both men went short of breath as their loads erupted, until
they were spent, and Collin dropped to his knees, looking at his sperm all
over Drake's chest.  He reached out and spread his cum into his son's skin,
leaning forward.  Drake kissed him softly, and they stayed still a moment.

  When they moved to more comfortable sitting positions, Collin said,
"Drake, I couldn't have stopped that even if I wanted to."

  "Me either.  I got so turned on I had to ask to suck you."  Drake grinned
sheepishly.

  "Well," His dad sighed, "I won't have any regrets if you won't."  Drake
shook his head, and Collin stood, moving toward the back packs.  "We should
find water.  You need to wash up."

  Drake shrugged his shoulders, rubbing more of his dad's sperm into his
skin.  "I don't mind, whenever is fine."