Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 12:03:08 -0700
From: BH
Subject: dad and me at the lake house 11

I can't believe it's been nearly a year since I last continued this
series. I didn't feel at the time that I could do the following scene
justice. I hope you find the following installment worth the wait. Feedback
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earlier installments first, as earlier details come into play here.

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Dad held me for a long time, neither of us asleep. I listened to the willow
tree sweep the top of our tent, thinking of the crazy vacation we were
having. It was weird to remember that days before the most I had done was
jerk off with a guy. Now I had sucked my dad and my uncle both! I had even
fucked my uncle and swallowed his huge load of cum! It made me smile to
think of all the nights I had gotten off simply imagining what my friend
Trevin's dick might taste like.

But not any more! Cuddling naked with my own father, our dicks sticky with
dried lube, I knew everything had changed. Forever.

I listened to Dad's breath, felt his fingers trail lightly up and down my
ribs and waist and hipbone. When we arrived at the lake house, I had been
nervous Dad would figure out I was gay. Now the idea made me laugh. Laying
there in his arms, sharing a single sleeping bag, I realized I wasn't
nervous about anything.

"What are you thinking about?" Dad asked me.

"I'm not a virgin anymore," I said. I still couldn't believe I had just
fucked Uncle Steve. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of first
entering him. Of his slippery insides clenching hard against my dick. It
was even more amazing than I thought it would be. And the look in my
uncle's eyes as I did it made it all the hotter. He had looked like he was
going to explode, filled with the best sensation in the world. I couldn't
help but wonder what it felt like to be fucked.

"You did good," Dad said. "But I hate to break it to ya, son. You're still
a virgin."

Dad's rough fingers pushed down between my legs, under my balls, toward my
young hole. I had already gotten hard again, thinking about Uncle Steve
cumming in my mouth. It had been so hot! But now it felt good to be alone
with my father. I wanted to finally explore with the man I loved more than
anyone else in the world. I wanted him to take my virginity fully. And so I
spread my legs and let him play with my ass, stretching my ring with gentle
pressure.

I could have let him do it forever. But I also longed to to see that look
of passion and pride in his eyes. The same look my uncle had given me as we
both sucked my father. I rolled over to face Dad, climbing on top of him in
the sleeping bag.

"You don't want to?"

My eyes were locked on my father's. I wanted him to read my mind. I smiled,
grinding my ass against his crotch. And when he smiled lustfully, it was
like he had.

Dad gripped my waist hard, grinding back, seeming as ready as me to cum
again. His three-day scruff looked darker than I'd seen in years. I leaned
in to rub my cheek against it, and he grunted, closing his eyes
dreamily. His thick cock oozed against my taint as I moved my lips toward
his. Maybe it was the dried lube made wet again by precum, but suddenly it
felt like we were both slick as fuck. He opened his mouth and groaned low,
flexing under me like he was going to blow. Though I knew better.

"You want your daddy to fuck you?" He asked me, all slow.

I bit my lip and shrugged.

"I need you to want it, boy," he said.

"I do," I said. But it wasn't enough for him. He sucked my collarbone
hard. I could tell it would leave a mark. "I do want you to," I repeated,
trying not to sound scared. But I could tell he wanted more.

"I do want you to fuck me, Daddy," I confessed. "I want to feel your big
dick in my ass. I want to feel you cum hard inside me, like a good boy." I
could tell I was driving him wild, talking dirty like that. And so it drove
me wild too.

"I don't want to be a virgin anymore. I want you--I need you to fuck me
like I know you want to. Please, Daddy?"

He nodded, finally. Thrusting against my ass crack so hard that it startled
me.

"Tell me you'll give it to me gently, though," I said. "I'm just a kid,
after all."

"Aww, Son," he said. "I'll be gentle, I promise. I'd never hurt my boy." He
slowed his grinding, letting his cock head slip just over my hole. For a
second, I thought it would pop in, but as pressure grew, it popped away
instead.

I reached down to stroke myself, letting my pre run down my wrist. My dick
was slick enough from the lube I'd fucked my uncle with. My dad and I were
far wetter than we needed to be.

Dad bucked up, and adjusted my waist again. Suddenly our cocks were pressed
together. I watched as Dad gripped them both hard together, using both of
his big hangs. Slowly he started to stroke our dicks as one. It felt hot,
my cock seeming a part of his bigger one. As if together we could fuck
anything.

"I wish we'd fucked Steve like this," Dad said, and I nodded, looking down
to peer at the two pressed together. But in the slanted lantern light I
could only barely see into our sleeping bag. Together, our cocks looked
like a single, massive shadow as Dad stroked up and down its whole length.

Dad gripped our shared base hard, and I could feel his veiny cock twitch
against mine. I breathed in deep, my head falling backward.

"Aw baby," he said to me. And then he begged for me to freeze in
place. "You look so fucking hot, kiddo." When I opened my eyes, I saw he
was grabbing for his camera again.

I admit, it turned me on having my picture taken. I thought of us looking
at the photos later, sharing them all with my uncle. I fantasized that he'd
frame a few of us fucking and display them proudly in our house. Obviously
I didn't really want him to. Still, the idea of there being evidence made
my heart race faster.

"Lick those hot lips, Kyle," Dad said, and I did as I was told. As the
flash went off, the whole tent filled with light. "Let me take another
without the flash," he said. "I love the light on your sweet young cheeks."

And then Dad took a few more as I stared longingly into the lens of his
phone. Suddenly, he was gripping our dicks with one hand, and taking one
last photo with the other. Our cock heads swelled hard as they pressed
together. In the flash, I could see down into the sleeping bag. I caught a
glimpse of our dicks, a glimmer of pre pooling between them in Dad's fist.

"Fucking perfect," he said.

Then Dad tossed the phone and rolled us over quick. Before I knew it, he
was on top of me, scrubbing my neck with his scruff. The sleeping bag felt
soaked where he had been laying, and I loved it. I spread my legs wide and
let him push himself lower between my legs, deep in the bag. He reached
again for my hole.

"Need more lube?" Dad asked, but I shrugged, not knowing the
difference. Soon he was reaching again for the bottle. He squeezed a bunch
onto his two big fingers and then gently coated the inside of my pucker. I
relaxed into his rough touch, reminding myself to breathe as he pushed
deeper, fingering my inner walls.

"You okay, bud?" He asked, and I nodded, pushing my ass hard against his
fingers, wanting to seem confident. "That's my good sport," he said,
smiling proudly at his son.

"Daddy?" I asked him, and his manly face lit up. "Can you take one of me
like this?"

He reached across my body for his phone, his two wide fingers still inside
me. And then he took another picture. I gave his phone a wink, just as the
flash went off. He shook his head and called me "shameless," but I could
tell Dad was into it.

"You feel ready, kiddo," he said. And when I nodded, he pulled his fingers
out. I immediately wanted to be filled again, this time with my Dad's
swollen cock. I lifted me legs in the sleeping bag, wishing I could watch
him put it in me. But the lantern was shining in my eyes, and so all I
could see was Dad's face, neck, chest, and the top of Dad's arms as he
reached to line his tool up with my eager hole.

And then he looked up and winked back at me. Gently shoving his big knob
through my loosened ring, and all the way into my ass.

I admit there was a moment when I secretly wanted Dad to pull his dick
immediately out. But after a second it passed, and I felt my body flood
with pleasure.

"Aw, Dad," I whimpered. "I love your big dick." I opened my mouth wide,
gulping in air.

"Good," he said, "'Cause it's all yours." And then I lifted my legs wider,
letting him in as deep as he wanted. "I love your ass, too, son."

Wet air was wafting up out of the bag with every tender thrust. I could
smell my dad's musk, could feel his sweat all around me. It dripped from
his balls down into my lower ass crack.

Dad looked me in the eyes wildly, licking his lips. He leaned in to kiss
me. And I took his tongue in my mouth, as I had already that night, sucking
it as I moaned. But this time was different. Dad pulled his tongue back
into his mouth. When I wiggled mine forward in search of it, Dad's tongue
caressed it more sweetly. It was the kind of kiss I'd seen in romantic
movies, where the couple is walking under a moonlit sky or ducked under a
flowering archway. Dad was kissing me for real. And that's when I realized
it was no longer fucking or exploration. Dad was making love to me.

"We should have done this years ago," I said, catching my breath.

"No," Dad said. "This is perfect." And then he pulled out, asking me to get
on my hands and knees.

I wanted to keep looking at my father's eager face, but I also wanted to do
as he said. I rolled over onto my stomach under him, and then pushed myself
up, raising my ass as high as I could. The bag didn't allow me to push all
the way up, and so we wiggled out of it, the warm tent air cool on our
flush skin. Dad slapped my sweaty ass cheeks playfully as I pushed all the
way up, craning my head to watch. And then Dad entered me again from
behind.

The new angle was a new pleasure, his stiff cock pressing in without
resistance. Dad held my waist as he drilled me again, tenderly at
first. And then with building intensity.

"Feel okay?" He asked, making sure to keep his promise.

"MORE than okay," I moaned. On my knees, I had more control. I pushed back
toward him, answering Dad's pace with slight squeezes.

"Good boy," Dad grunted, seeming to love how I was milking him. And so I
worked him harder, feeling the ridge of his cock head harden inside me with
every flex.

I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation of my dad leaning forward onto
my back. He put a little of his weight onto me for a moment, moving his
legs so they were outside of mine, pushing my knees closer together. Then
he lifted himself again, high on his knees. He drilled downward, hitting me
in a spot that made me think I was already cumming.

Then a flash filled the tent again. I turned to look. Sure enough, his
phone was raised high above his head, pointing down on us. I stared at his
glistening armpit hair, and then let my eyes trace down his outstretched
chest as he lowered his arm again.

"Give it to me," I said. And Dad started to fuck me harder. "The PHONE," I
said. "Though that feels good too."

Dad's phone slipped out of my grip and hit the tent floor. I reached for
it, grunting in ecstasy, and then raised it in front of my moaning face to
take a naughty selfie: my open teen mouth and pleading eyes in the
foreground, my sweat-slick daddy fucking me from behind. I strained to look
at the picture I'd taken, my hand bouncing from Dad's hard fucking. It
looked hot, the desperate expression on my face. And behind me, Dad looked
close to cumming. His brow furrowed as if he were angry. His teeth
bared. Seeing him like that, my ass clenched hard onto him.

"I thought you wanted it gentle, kiddo. Damn!" Dad reached under me with
his wet hand and fondled my balls. "You let me know when you want it hard."

"This isn't hard?" I whimpered, honestly taken aback. It felt so good, I
assumed Dad was giving me everything he had. But my question made him
laugh. "Give it to me then, Daddy. Your boy can take it."

Dad groaned.

"Oh, Kyle," he said. "Say that again."

"What?" I asked him, turning to catch his eye. He leaned to lock eyes with
me.

"Give it to me, Daddy," I repeated. And he just stared at me, grunting as
he thrusted. "Your boy can take your big dick, don't worry." And then Dad
went nuts, fucking me with so much sudden intensity I almost fell
forward. Pushing myself back up with my arms and thighs and back and chest,
I felt like we were wrestling. Dad was pushing so deep, so fast, that his
balls started slapping mine. I could feel his rock-hard dick up in my gut,
where it hardly belonged. And yet my body was aching with joy as I stroked
my dick underneath me. Precum flowing out of me onto the tent floor.

"Harder?" Dad grunted, and it sounded like a challenge. I nodded. Then I
realized he couldn't tell, my body convulsing anyway.

"Harder," I echoed my father. "You don't have to ask, Dad. Give it to me."

And then Dad stood, up off his knees, pushing his dick downward into my
raised ass. I don't know how he did it, but suddenly he was hammering into
me four or five thrusts per second. My tender hole taking it all, opening
to absorb every motion like a shock wave through my sweating body. I spread
my fingers wide on the floor, my knees wider too. I could have sworn I
came--not once, but twice--and yet, watching my own hard cock from below, I
knew nothing had come out.

I tried to whimper that I loved him, but the words were all strained and
high pitched as I rested the top of my head against one of my hands. Dad's
balls were slapping my taint. Drops of sweat flung from his body, raining
down onto my smooth wet back. I begged for him quietly never to stop, but
the sounds were mere vibrations in my throat. I tried my best to clench
Dad's jackhammer cock with my ass, but there was no use. All I could do was
take it. Which I was beyond happy to do.

When Dad slowed to ask if I was feeling good, I growled a long, low note.

"Baby," he said, slowing down more. "You're amazing."

"Ah," I managed to say to him. "You're crazy." And Dad chuckled. I realized
my whole body was numb with pleasure. I didn't even feel it when Dad pulled
out.

"Did you cum?" He asked me. And I shook my head no, sweat dripping from my
bangs. Then pushed me hair from off my forehead.

"Did you?" I asked him. But he just smiled back at me.

"Want to ride your Dad for a bit?" I could tell he was winded. He huffed
deeply, looking dizzy. He swallowed hard, panting and smiling as he laid
down on his back.

"I want to ride you forever," I said. But I was dizzy, and the second I
tried to sit up, Dad pulled me down next to him, into his arms.

"Buddy," he said. "You're..." But he trailed off, still catching his
breath.

"What?" I asked my dad. I wanted him to tell me I was good at it. That I
was his good boy, the perfect son. That he'd never fucked anyone like he
was fucking me. And he never wanted to fuck another ass again after mine.

"You are an angel," he said. But I felt like a little devil, taking my
daddy's dick like that.

"Look at you," he went on. "You're so beautiful." I looked up to see my
dad's eyes trailing over my glowing skin. I felt like we'd both run a
marathon, the way our hearts were beating in unison. I could feel the heat
from our bodies rising into the tent air. "You're perfect," Dad said,
stroking the front of me with a flat hand from my neck down past my
chest. Sweat ran down my sides, tickling my nipples and waist as he petted
me. Some of it trailed onto him, where we were pressed together. Then Dad
ran his wet palm across my matted pubes and gripped my numb cock sweetly at
the base.

"You're beautiful, too," I told my father. I thought of how the night
before I had overheard him tell my uncle that I was more handsome than he
had been at my age. I had found it hard to believe, as good-looking as he
was. And right then, looking at him, I wanted him to hear it.

"You look like prince charming," I said, lifting my young hand to Dad's
manly chest. He didn't look at me or respond. He just stared up at the
ceiling of the tent, his chest rising and falling under my touch. "Except
with scruff," I corrected myself. And then I reached to brush Dad's cheek
with the back of my hand. As I did, he closed his eyes, leaning into it. He
nuzzled my wrist and forearm. He looked lost in a dream. Sad, almost, as if
he'd never been told he was handsome before. And so I pushed myself up,
finally, to face him.

"Dad," I told him, needing him to take me seriously. "I think you're the
most attractive man I've ever seen." He furrowed his brow, and started to
stop me. But when he opened his eyes, I could tell he believed I meant
it. "Daddy," I said. "I've always thought so." I stroked his other cheek
with my palm, looking him deep in the eyes. "Since I was a kid," I
confessed. "I often told Mom how much I hoped I'd look like you when I grew
up. Ask her!"

"I'd rather not," Dad said with a sigh. He looked back down my body, and
then ran his big hand across my hipbone and down the front of my thigh.

"Do you really not see it?" I asked. "How hot you are?" He took a long time
to answer.

"I see it in your eyes," he admitted. And then he started to say something
else, but stopped himself. "You look at me like I'm a god," he said. And I
smiled. It was true. Dad seemed like a god to me. His body and hair. His
chiseled features. He reminded me of those actors in old movies. The ones
that gave stirring speeches to war troops, or who made women faint with
nothing but a swarthy smile. My dad looked like a king among men. All my
friends had thought so. At least the girls always had, blushing when they'd
meet him.

"I'm a lucky boy," I said, smiling up at him.

Dad kissed me again, pulling our dripping torsos together. My body no
longer felt weak, my skin no longer numb. In fact, it was as if I was more
sensitive to touch than ever before. Especially to his. Kissing me, Dad
moved one hand to the back of my neck, cradling me. I let him hold my
weight in his strong arm, gripping his flexed shoulder. I could feel his
hard bicep on my upper arm, his naked thigh pressing its hair to my
pelvis. We were both still hard, still dripping.

Dad's lips massaged mine, our tongues barely touching. But as our breathing
sped back up to a pant, I knew I wanted more. I kissed him hard again,
shifting my weight onto him until I was straddling dad's broad chest, my
ass spread above his hard stomach.

Dad reached up and stroked my dick. And I reached back to return the favor,
only to find him stroking himself already, behind me. And so I put my hands
to my own chest, pinching my nipples, putting on a show for him.

"Mmm," he groaned, sweeping my cock head with his thumb. And then he
reached to rub my pre onto his own nipple. I licked my lips and teeth,
watching Dad pinch one then another of his nipples. Then he reached for my
cock again as it oozed. "You're like a faucet," he said to me, winking. And
I nodded.

"You turned it on," I said, but he balked at the pun, rolling his eyes.

I slid my taint and balls lower, grinding against Dad's cock as he stroked
it. My ass felt ready to take him again. I wanted Dad's pre to ooze onto my
hole, but less for me than him. I didn't need or want any more lube.

"Tell Daddy again how much you like his big dick," he said, practically
moaning the words. I reached behind my ass and forced Dad to let go of his
meat. Taking it away and into my own slick hand, I started to stroke his
full length. Then I slid my balls back all the way, so that my hole was
puckering as the base of Dad's cock. I reached around with the other hand
and began stroking him with both, behind me.

"Daddy," I said, my cheeks clamping the base his cock as I jerked him with
two fists, "I need your hot veiny cock in my ass." I watched him moan as I
let go and slowly lifted my asshole. It was sliding up his shaft when I
felt a pool of his precum hit my ring.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, "You're a faucet, too." My hole opened wide over the
ridge of his wet head, and I could feel it twitch as it stiffened against
my tingling opening. "I'm hungry for it, Daddy," I said, my face flushing
with desire all over again. "I want your load in my ass so badly."

"Dammit," he grunted. "I want to fuck you so hard." But I was the one on
top, the one controlling our pace and both of our pleasure.

As I lowered onto Dad's slick cock, holding him steady at the waist, I
could feel him about to thrust. I moved my hands to hold his pelvis down,
barely able to reign him in. But once I was seated, his whole cock up my
shoot, grinding over him, Dad let me take over completely.

He panted, his chest writhing with mine. Then he reached again for his
phone. He took shot after shot of me riding him, occasionally turning the
screen around so that I could see how hot we looked together.

"I wish I had video," he said. I didn't want to tell him that I did, afraid
he'd make me pull off of him and find my phone. I kept the thought to my
self, clenching to milk my father's cock as I bucked down deep against him.

"Ooh," he groaned suddenly, and I could tell whatever I was doing was
working for him. I clenched him harder, pushing up with my shins, then
down, so that my ring stroked more of him. "Ooh, baby," he whimpered. "Fuck
you're hot."

"Give me your cum, Daddy," I begged.

"You too, kiddo."

I could tell he wanted us to cum at the same time, if we could. And so I
let myself get close, pressing my sticky dick down against his hard stomach
so that it oozed, rubbing in place as I rode him.

"Atta boy," Dad said, his voice sounding strangely high for once. "I'm
gonna fuck your cum out, Kyle," he warned me, "Right onto Daddy, okay?" I
nodded, milking him harder. But as soon as he had permission, Dad bucked up
with his thighs, driving up into me deeper. I gasped as he hit the sweet
spot again hard, lifting both of us slightly with his strong legs.

"Oh Daddy, fuck," I crooned, wanting to feel his cum flood my ass. "I'm
gonna explode."

"Me too, bud," he promised. "Shoot up onto Daddy's chest." I must have
forgotten to stroke myself, because suddenly Dad's hand was on top of mine,
gripping my fist, tightening my hold on my own young cock. He pointed my
dick toward him, telling me to shoot as far as I could. He even opened his
mouth, as if giving me a target to aim for.

"Fuck," I whimpered, leaning forward. He was fucking me harder, still
pinned below my weight. I lifted high on my knees and shins, wanting to
afford him leverage. And as soon as I did, his big dick seemed to double
its girth inside me, filling me. I didn't know Dad was pumping his thick
load into my ass, only that the pressure was overwhelming.

I started to shoot.

Dad stuck his tongue out, opening his mouth all the way as my huge load
shot out. My cum sprayed hard, hitting his pecs, then neck. I could feel
Dad's thighs lift up against my back as I was cumming. Then he thrusted
again, his feet flat on the ground. The force of it lifted me forward and
into the air. My cum shot right onto his chin. Sitting up, Dad caught some
of it in his mouth. Only then did he seem satisfied to let his thighs down,
and me on them. He rolled my cum around on his tongue, groaning deep.

His dick still hard in my ass, my body still gripping it with pleasure, Dad
continued to lick part of my load off his stubbly chin. I climbed toward
him, to help, and he lifted again, not wanting to leave his boy's ass. I
licked his neck and chin clean, working my way down his body. He moaned,
breathing heavy, as I ate my own cum off of him, my tongue lapping in small
circles.

Then, once Dad had seen enough, he mumbled something about him being hungry
too. And then Dad pulled my face toward his.

"You taste amazing," he said, begging me to kiss my load into his mouth. We
made out hard, his cock still not going down.

"You're making me hard again," I told him, barely believing it. I'd already
cum twice. Once with him and my uncle. And now, alone with Dad.

"Good," he said. "I want you to enjoy the best part."

And then my dad made me turn around. I crawled on all fours toward the
lantern. Suddenly my dad was crouched behind me, about to lick my loose
hole.

"Give Daddy his cum," he commanded. He buried his tongue deep in my
ass. Having been fucked hard and long, I was able to take what felt like a
few inches, easily. He moved it around inside me, slapping my ass
again. When he had done it earlier, it seemed more playful. Doing it then,
Dad seemed more serious. Impatient, even. Like he was warning that he might
actually spank me.

I tried to relax my ass, not knowing how to give my Dad what he wanted. But
as soon as I let go of his load, deep inside, I could feel him lapping it
up. His scruff felt scarp against my lower ass cheeks as ground his face
deeper.

When Dad pulled his tongue out, I could feel his cum oozing out of me.

"Good boy," he whispered, almost to himself. "Look at that!"

Then he reached once more for his phone. I arched my back and craned my
head around to watch. Dad took a few shots of his cum leaking out of his
boy's ass. And then, holding it farther out, he managed to pose for a
selfie. The phone flashed as Dad lapped at my hole and taint with only the
tip of his tongue. It felt amazing.

Dad fell back again, still messing with his phone.

"Let me see it," I said, moving to lay back with him. I wanted to lay in
Dad's arms again as we scrolled through the night's pictures. But Dad's
body language made me feel like I was crowding him. When I tried to look at
the screen, he snapped at me.

"Hold on," he said, as if he was doing something more important. And yet as
I watched his eyes, lit by the screen, I could still see lust in
them. Whatever Dad was doing, it was still about sex.

"I want to see too!" I told him. I was afraid Dad was going through the
pictures, deleting ones he didn't like. But I wanted to see them all,
reliving our amazing night in the tent.

"Dammit, Kyle," Dad snapped again, finally looking at me. "I said 'Hold
on.'" But when he saw the hurt on my face, he calmed down.

"I'm sorry," he said, pulling me into him again. Whatever had come over my
Dad seemed to be over, but I didn't like it.

"I want to see the pictures," I said, still pouting a little as I reached
for the phone. But Dad seemed to want to show them to me himself.

When the screen lit up, though, it wasn't the photo gallery we were looking
at, but Dad's email inbox. He changed applications immediately, but we both
knew I had seen it. Plus, his phone made a familiar swooshing sound,
alerting him that his message had been sent.

"I emailed one to Uncle Steve," Dad explained. "He's going to love
it. Trust me."

I moaned at the thought of my uncle, still awake in the house, checking his
email and seeing one of our ridiculous selfies. Part of me was annoyed Dad
would share our pictures with him without mentioning it to me first. I know
we had agreed to share the photos taken with him, but the others were
ours--mine as much as my father's. Shouldn't I have a say?

"Which one was it?" I asked, hoping it was one I looked hot in.

But before Dad could show me, I heard a sound. Another phone--not my
Dad's--receiving a message. We both froze, a little startled by the
sound. Was Uncle Steve right outside our tent that whole time?!

Then I realized the sound was coming from MY phone. I crawled over to my
pants and pulled it out. According to the screen, I had a new email. I
smiled, thinking he had simply cc'd me to my uncle's message. But when I
opened it, my heart sank. The email was from "Keith," my Dad's other
email. The one he had used to answer my ad!

I read most of the message, feeling suddenly nauseous.

"You were totally right," my dad had written to the anonymous teenager, not
knowing it was really me. "My son was totally boning for me. And thanks to
YOU I made a move. As a thank you, here are some choice pics from our epic
fuck."

And attached were half a dozen photos of us! Some with Dad, but most of me
alone. Two even showed my face! Including the selfie I'd taken with Dad's
cock up my ass. I was mortified.

I looked down at my phone in my hands, about to cry. My dad had betrayed
me! And for what? For who? Some kid he'd never met?

I felt ready to scream at my father. I felt ready to dash out of the tent
naked, simply to get away from him. And yet there was fear mixed in with my
anger. After all, Dad only sent the message because he hadn't known it was
me, all along. To confront Dad then, I knew I'd have to confess to posting
the ad, to talking to him on the phone and hearing his secrets. My gut was
pulling in two separate directions at once, and I didn't know what to do.

My eyes filled instantly with tears. I tried to look up at my dad, but I
couldn't see. And when I blinked and the tent was clear again, I could tell
from my father's face, he was as mortified as I was.

Dad--or rather "Keith"--had already figured it out.

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More to come soon! I won't take a year to contribute another installment, I
promise.

In the meantime, I hope you'll consider reading a separate series, which
I've recently concluded:

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/six-guys-no-chaperone/