Date: Thu, 2 Aug 2018 10:01:48 -0500
From: Tim Hubbard <timmywriteshot@gmail.com>
Subject: Daddy-Knows-Best-Part-1

The following story depicts sex between members of the same family. All
participants are at least 18 years of age. If you object to this type of
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"Daddy Knows Best" – Part 1

At 18, I am the same age my Dad was when I was born. We are a lot
alike. Good genes and hard work have given us both very good-looking
bodies. Dad is a bit taller than me at 6'-3", I'm 6'1". We both have dark
hair and dark complexions. We both exercise a lot and we are in great
shape. We both love sports and the outdoors. We both played football in
high school. We also have a nice amount of body hair, where it belongs, not
like hairy gorilla backs or anything like that. And, from what I've seen
over the years, we both have very nice cocks. The one thing we do not share
is the fact that I am gay. Dad and I are close, but that is something I
have never been able to tell him. In fact, I'm not really "out" to
anyone. I'm an athlete; I love camping and rock climbing and hiking; I love
football; I'm a muscle-stud; nobody would think that I'm gay, so I pass and
keep my sexual encounters limited to a few anonymous outings from time to
time. This year I started college and my horizon has expanded. I'm at a big
state school with thousands of kids who are very diverse. I met a football
player who is openly gay. There are gay clubs and activities; there's even
a gay fraternity. I want to get involved in campus gay life, but I can't
when my Dad doesn't know. I don't want him to find out from somebody else,
it needs to come from me. So, I have a plan. Labor Day weekend, Dad and I
have a camping trip planned. We're going up to a quiet place in the
mountains. We've been here before. There's lots of great rock faces to
climb and the camping is completely wilderness; there's no facilities and
no people around. We have never seen another person when we've been up
there in the past. So, I'm going to tell Dad the truth while we're camping
in the mountains.

Dad is driving up to school to get me for our trip. He's got all our
camping and climbing gear, so all I need to pack is my personal stuff. We
do our best to travel light because we are backpacking in to our site. I
have my ditty bag with essential toiletries, toothbrush and such, but no
razor...shaving is not allowed on our campouts – we come home looking
like burly mountain men. I take one pair long pants, two pair shorts, no
underwear – I've been commando since I was 10; my Dad taught me to leave
the boys hanging free and you'll be a lot happier, he says. I've got four
pair of socks, getting wet feet can be a problem. A couple t-shirts, and a
light jacket for cool evenings. That's basically it, everything goes in the
pack and I'm ready to go. For this first day, I'm wearing my hiking boots,
of course, a pair of sturdy shorts with pockets for gear, a light t-shirt,
because it's supposed to be in the 90s today, and my favorite baseball
cap. When Dad gets here, he steps out of his Jeep wearing almost the same
thing. Except, he's not wearing his shirt because he's got the top of the
Jeep off. As he walks toward me, I can't help but admire my Dad. He looks
younger than 36 and his body is amazing. I see guys and girls both giving
him glances as he walks up the sidewalk. Anybody here would lay down for
this guy, maybe even me. But that's just ridiculous! I would never, I mean
Dad's straight as they come. But, I have always loved watching him. Ever
since I figured out I was a little boy, I have taken every opportunity to
look at my Dad. Swimming, in the shower, any chance I had to see my Dad
with some or all of his clothes off, I took it. And, since we are sportsmen
together, he has seen me naked plenty of times too. We've never been
uncomfortable with it either. Dad always made sure that I understand the
naked body is not something ugly or embarrassing; it is what God has given
us and we take care of and use it the best we can. Looking at our bodies is
natural, and it helps us know what needs a little work here-and-there.

Dad grabs me in a big bear hug. His warmth and strength are always
welcome. I grab my pack and we head for the Jeep. It's about a two-hour
drive to where we're camping, so we have lots of time to talk. At first. I
think this might be my chance, but I chicken out when he starts talking
about the upcoming football season. We get wrapped up in talking about the
team stats and what players have the best potential this year. Before long,
Dad pulls into a gas station. I fill the car up and he heads to the john to
take a leak. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to be invisible, so I
could stand right next to Dad while he pees, and he couldn't see me. I
would love to watch his dick hanging out of his shorts with his urine
flowing out like a fountain. Thinking about his dick out in the open give
me a tingle in my pants, so I head to the john too. Dad is coming out as I
am going in. He smiles as we pass, and my cock twitches. When I come out,
Dad has paid the bill and gotten us a couple sodas. He's ready to go. The
rest of the trip is short. We get to the parking area and unload the gear
we are hiking in with. Then, we put the top on the Jeep, install the
steering wheel lock, and attach a boot to the front wheel. This car will
definitely be here when we get back.

Hiking into the trees and up the mountain trail is tough work. It's hot and
I have stripped my shirt off too. We go in and up about 5 miles and find a
really nice level clearing to make camp. Someone has been here before;
there is already a fir ring built with rocks in the center of the
clearing. We let our gear down and I flop on the ground to rest a minute;
Dad drops next to me. He slaps my leg and says, "Son, this is going to be a
great weekend. This may be one of the last chances we get now that you're
in college." And, we lay there looking up at the bright sky. Soon, we get
up and unpack our gear. Setting up the tent is easy; it's made for this
kind of trip, light weight and only big enough for two guys who really like
each other. We put our packs inside the tent and go looking for wood for
tonight's fire. We meet back at the campsite, both of us carrying a big
pile of small logs. Then we go out again for more. The work has made us
both sweat, and I see it glistening on Dad and running down his chest and
back. The hair in his armpits is matted and a trickle of sweat slides down
his side. It looks so masculine and tough to watch him move and work like a
mountain man. I am starting to get cold feet about telling him my truth
this weekend. He's so set on this being a special trip and now he looks
like such a macho guy who might not accept a gay son. I turn and go back
into the trees to find more wood and I think about what to do now.

We get the fire set and ready. Dad pulls out the food he packed for tonight
and starts to put things together. I see he's brought a bottle of scotch
with him too. Nice. Dad and I can have a nightcap, maybe that will relax
me. So, we eat and settle in sitting next to the fire, leaning against a
big log that was there. We both have a couple generous drinks of the scotch
and it warms me up inside. Dad sighs real big and says, "You know, my
shorts are soaked with sweat. They need to be aired out before morning." He
stands up and drops his shorts and takes them over to a tree and hangs them
over a branch. He walks back the fire, stark naked except for his boots. I
am mesmerized by his gorgeous body in the firelight. His massive cock
swings between his legs. To get back to where he was sitting Dad has to
walk right in front of my face. His cock swings and he gets so close to my
face. My cheeks are flushed from the fire and the whiskey. I can't imagine
what I'm thinking. I lean forward and stop Dad in his tracks and I suck his
cock into my mouth. I just can't help it. I start to suck my Dad off! What
the fuck! At first, Dad is shocked, obviously, but he doesn't pull
away. So, I get up on my knees and take his balls in my hand and start to
massage them. I take his huge meat inside my mouth and it grows to its full
size. This is the first time I've ever seen my Dad's cock at full mast. Oh
my gosh, he's huge, and thick, and luscious to taste. I get more and more
excited, and so does Dad. I can taste copious amounts of sweet pre-cum
oozing out of his cock. He starts to get into this and pump into my
face. We get it together now and he face-fucks me until he has to blow. The
load he gives me is hot and creamy. I feel multiple shots hit the back of
my throat His load fills me up and I swallow, then more shoots out and I
swallow it. I drain him completely and Dad just sits hard on the ground and
stares at the fire.

"I gather that's not the first time you've done that, is it, son?" Dad
finally says.

"No, Dad, it's not. I've been sucking cock for five years now. I took my
first one at 13, when cousin Billy was at our house for vacation. Since
then Billy let me suck his dick whenever we got together."

"Oh, I see," Dad said.

"Yeah, and there have been a few other guys since then, particularly since
I got to college. Dad, I'm gay, and I've known it for a long time. I was
just really scared to tell you. I thought you'd be disappointed in me."

"Son, nothing you do will ever disappoint me. I love you, no matter what. I
have to admit, though, your choice of how to tell me was interesting. Was
that really the best way you could come up with?"

"Dad, I'm so sorry! I was planning to talk to you this weekend. But you
were standing there and the scotch and the fire and I just couldn't help
it. You gotta know – you are a hot guy, Dad"

He laughed. "Son, that is a nice compliment, but, really? I'm twice your
age. Maybe I appeal to ladies my own age, buy a young guy like you can do
better."

"Dad, the truth is I just wanted you to know who I am and how much I love
you. Besides, I do like men a little older than me. They're more mature."

"Well, son," Dad says, "Let me tell you something. When me and my brother
Chris were growing up, we explored some of these same things. He's 3 years
older than me, so he matured sooner and seemed to know stuff. So, he would
suck my dick and I would suck his. We went on like that until he moved
out. So, I'm not unaware of what you like and why."

"Oh, shit, Dad! Really?" I said. "Are you guys gay?"

"Oh, no, not at all. We are both very straight. We just discovered how
great it felt and we took care of each other. Neither of us ever had sex
with any other guys. We both got married and had kids. With your Mom gone,
I haven't had any sex for a long time. That's why I blew such a load for
you."

"Dad, I know you miss Mom, I miss her too. Maybe it's time you started
dating."

"I don't know, son, I'll think about it. But, we need to talk about you
now. So, you and Billy did what me and Billy's dad did? How interesting."

"Yeah, Billy's 3 years old than me and he sucked my dick when I was
13. Then, he told me to suck his. I didn't cum then, but he sure did. It
was a mess! But, we got better through the years."

"That sounds just like us."

So, Dad and I sat by the fire and talked for a long time. We finished the
bottle of scotch. It was getting late, so I said we needed to get some
sleep. We both took a leak, laid the fire for the night. And got into the
tent. Dad was already naked, that's how we sleep anyway, so he got onto his
sleeping bag. It was hot, so he didn't get inside. I dropped my shorts and
lay down on top of my bag, ready to go to sleep. The problem was, laying
there naked, next to my naked Dad, both a little drunk...I had a raging
hardon. I turned on my side to hide it from Dad. We laid there for a while,
listening to the night sounds and I thought Dad was dozing off. But, then I
felt his arm slide across my back and his hand ended up on my hairy
belly. He slid his hand down and came to the base of my rock-hard cock. I
froze. Dad pulled me over on my back. Then, he got up on his knees, leaned
over, and took my cock into his mouth. It was warm and wet in here. He
gently tugged my mushroom head with his lips and took my cock slowly down
his throat. Then, he cupped my balls in his hand and gently massaged them,
coaxing a low moan from my throat. He started to suck up and down my shaft
and rub my balls. I new he wanted to help me out the way I had just helped
him. So, I gave in to the pleasure, as I realized that my Dad was sucking
my cock and we both really liked it. He got me hot very quickly and I
wasn't going to last long. I arched my back and moaned loudly. Then I told
him I was about to cum, so let go. But, he just went deeper and pushed my
cock down his throat. I had to explode at the moment and I shot a huge load
of my hot boy-cum into him. He swallowed, and I shot more, he swallowed and
drained me dry. He cleaned me off, then lay down and rolled over to go to
sleep. He didn't say a word and neither did I. I fell asleep listening to
the sound of his breathing and feeling the warmth of his mouth on me. Damn!

The next morning, Dad and I slept in a little; the night before had been
filled with booze and sex. Dawn happened without us. We both had morning
wood and we looked at each other and laughed. We got out of the tent and
walked to the tree line to take a leak. This time, I stood right next to
Dad and I watched as his pee flowed from his gorgeous cock like a
fountain. This was a fantasy come true. Dad wasn't paying attention, so we
finished our business and went to get some clothes on. Breakfast was easy
and simple. We put on our boots and picked up our day packs to go on our
first hike and climb. It was a great day, blue skies, a gentle breeze. We
moved out and up a trail we'd found. We ended up at a rock face just ripe
for climbing. We got our gear ready and started to climb. It was awesome!
About half-way up, we both stripped off our shirts and stuff them in packs,
we got plenty of water to drink, and then we kept going. Watching Dad
climb, I saw every muscle and sinew flex and pull and he expertly went
up. He was good at this and he taught me well. His body seemed to have been
made for this and I couldn't get enough of watching him pull himself up the
rocks with his brute strength and powerful arms and legs. We were both
dripping in glorious sweat and I felt every flex of my muscles moving along
the rocks next to Dad. This was one of the best trips we'd ever taken. Dad
knew the truth about me now and I didn't have to hide when I looked him
over or when I showed off my own body. I was finally free!

We finished our climb and collapsed at the top. After a short rest, we took
out our lunch and enjoyed it while looking at the amazing view from up
here. Then, we lay back against our packs and let the sun beat down on our
bare chests. Dad laughed and said, "How about not having any tan lines?" He
dropped his shorts and sat on them, and laid back naked to sunbathe. I had
to join him. So, here we are Dad and son, lying naked on top of a cliff,
catching some sun, and we are both comfortable enough with it to let our
cocks stay down between our legs...No hardon, just a beautiful view. We
were there for quite a while and Dad fell asleep; I could hear his rhythmic
breathing and watched his manly, hairy chest rise and fall. I watched him
and tried to memorize each bump and dimple, every muscle and freckle, every
hair and all of his hotness. As I stared at him, I felt my cock grow and it
popped up from in between my legs. I started to stroke it slowly and I kept
watching Dad sleep. I couldn't help myself. I had to jack off. I pulled my
hard rod harder, up and down, and I popped a load really fast. I let it
shoot onto my chest and I just lay back to rest and enjoy the feeling. The
next thing I knew, Dad was kneeling over me, shaking me awake. He slapped
my belly and said, "Looks like you had a little fun without me." Then, he
scooped the cum off my chest and licked it off his fingers. Fuck, that was
hot!

I got up and put my shorts back on, Dad was already dressed to go. We found
a trail down the backside of the cliff that was a lot easier than climbing
up. We made it back to camp just before sunset. We stowed our gear and Dad
said, "We're out of booze and I don't want to eat camp food tonight Let's
go into to town."

So, we closed up the tent and hiked out to the Jeep and drove to the town
that was about 10 miles away. We went into this really cool old diner and
had a great home-cooked meal. Then we walked over to a store that sold
everything, including booze. Dad picked up two bottles of his favorite
scotch. I picked up a bottle of Schnapps. We got back in the Jeep and drove
"home." We locked up the Jeep again and hiked in to the camp. Everything
was just as we left it. Dad stoked the fire and I got the scotch and
schnapps ready. Then, I stripped off all my clothes and threw them in the
tent. Dad turned around from the fire and Said, "All right, then, I can go
for that!" He stripped and we both sat next to the fire and started sharing
shots.

As the liquor and the fire and the night air took effect, we were both
getting horny. There were two very eager erections sticking up from us. Dad
made the first move. He moved over and took my cock in his mouth. Once
again, he gave me the most amazing blow job. I was not going to pop quickly
tonight though. I pushed him off of me and I got down on him. I made love
to his glorious man-shaft. At full staff, Dad was bigger than me by quite a
bit. I would guess the cock in my mouth was a full nine inches long and
very thick. He filled my mouth, but I wanted more. I just couldn't bring
myself to ask. So, I sucked him the best I knew how. Soon, I pulled off and
took a big shot of schnapps, followed by a shot of whiskey. "Dad, I want
you to fuck me, will you?"

Dad hesitated for a minute, then he took a big draw off the scotch bottle
and got up on his knees. He grabbed his cock and held it out straight in
front of him. "Bring it on!"

So, I got on all fours and backed my ass up to meet his cock. I spit on my
fingers and rubbed it on my ass. Dad got the idea. He spit on my ass and
rubbed it around the hole. Then, he spit on his cock and rubbed it
around. He spits as much as he could and let it plop into my crack. I
flexed my sphincter to dram his saliva inside me. He pressed his mushroom
cap at my entrance and pushed. It was very tight. He used a little more
force and it started to press into my muscle ring. All at once, I felt a
shot of pain and I heard his head pop through into my pussy. I cried out,
and Dad asked if I was OK. I told him it was great, keep going. So, Dad
kept pushing until I felt his pubic bone touch my ass and his hair tickled
my butt. I moaned with pleasure and Dad started to fuck me. He was a good
fucker. He pressed in all the way and slowly pulled out, then he came back
deep and pulled out slow. He kept this up, stroke after stroke, until he
came in harder and faster. Then, he pulled all the way out and slammed back
in to the hilt. I imagined that he was thinking of Mom while he fucked me,
I didn't care, I was getting my Dad inside me for the first time. He pumped
faster and harder, I could feel him swell inside me. He started to moan,
deep in his gut. He pressed his cock deep into my man-pussy and hit it hard
against the wall, scraping my prostate all the time. He was giving me short
hard thrusts, then he screamed "FUUCK!!" and shot an enormous load of hot,
creamy man juice into my ass. He filled me up to the point it was oozing
out of me. He kept pushing until every last drop of his cum was inside my
ass. He pulled off and lay down on his back. I turned around and sucked his
sensitive cock into my mouth and cleaned him off. Then, he pushed me onto
my back, and he took my throbbing 7.5" cock in his mouth. He pulled my ball
sack with his hand, as if he were milking me. He took my rod down his
throat and I could feel his muscle swallow me. I was so ready that I shot
my load too soon. He swallowed it. He slurped my cock and milked my
balls. I drained every drop of cum out of my cock and he kept me in his
mouth until I was totally soft. He rolled over on his back, and we lay
there, spent, staring at the night sky. We fell asleep lying by the
fire. He had put his arm out and I nuzzled into his embrace and we slept
naked by the fire. Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up needing
to pee. I scooted out of Dad's embrace. He woke up too, so we both relieved
ourselves and went to the tent to go back to sleep. Before he turned over
to sleep, Dad leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I wasn't sure whether
to kiss him back or not, so I did. He help the kiss longer than I expected,
but it was soft and nice. He broke it off and, without saying a word,
opened his arm for me to nuzzle again as we drifted off to sleep again.

Today is the last day of our camping trip. Dad and I have discovered a
great deal about each other and our relationship will never be the same,
but that's good. I've been struggling for a long time with how to tell my
Dad I'm gay, and he made it clear that I didn't need to worry. He loved me
no matter what and we were moving forward together.

We woke up late again, after a busy night. Dad got up first and I followed,
both of us now completely comfortable with each other's nakedness. We
walked around camp and acted like this was our normal attire. Before
breakfast, Dad said, "Let's go for a swim."

We grabbed a couple towels and walked down a short trail to the river
bank. The water was clear and cool, and we didn't see anyone around. So, we
both jumped in. The water was a cold shock at first, but we got used to it
and it felt great. Skinny dipping in the river with my Dad was an
unexpected treat for this trip. We're both great swimmers, so we raced
across to the other bank. Dad took off to swim back, but I went slower on
purpose, so I could watch his powerful back flex in the morning sun and his
arms pull him through the water. His cute hairy butt rode along the surface
of the water and I started to get a hardon. Damn! Dad is so hot!

So, I started to speed up and I caught up with him mid river. We both heard
the voices at the same time. It sounded like a float trip coming our way,
and we're out here nude in the middle of the river. We start to swim, but
it's too late, the raft comes around the bend and there are four guys
heading right for us. They haven't seen us yet, but they will very soon,
and we are completely exposed. They get close enough to see and Dad
hollers, "Hi, fellas."

Now they see us for sure. They holler back and don't seem to be fazed. Then
we start swimming away from the raft and they can see that we're
naked. "Wait a minute, guys," one of them shouts. "Don't run off so
soon. We like to party."

They turned their raft and all four began paddling after us. We didn't
stand a chance of out-swimming them. I saw they were all a little older
than me and they were all great-looking guys. No shirts and swim trunks is
all they're wearing, and our clothes are all the way back at camp. All we
have are towels. They catch up to us in no time. Our choice is to stand up
and walk out of the water, or stay down and see what they want. They all
jump out of the raft into the water and one of them pulls it to the shore
and ties it off. Two guys come toward me and the other two go after
Dad. "Look, fellas," Dad says, "We don't want any trouble. We're just out
for a morning swim."

"Swimming nude?" the leader speaks. "Why do I think there's more going on
here? Two naked men, one a lot older than the other, naked in the woods,
Hmm, sounds sexy to me." And the four of them laugh. I'll bet we can make a
party out of this. Let's get out of the water and see."

They escort Dad and I out onto the shore. The guys look us over and there
are some "Hmms" and "Ahhs!" Leader says, "Me likey a lot. So, first things
first," leader says, "Strip boys! Let's join in the fun." So, the four guys
drop their swim trunks and I get an eyeful of some really nice, big cocks."
All of these guys obviously play college football, and Dad and I are not
going to be able to fight them off. Dad looks at all the flesh, and he
looks nervous. Neither of us are sure what's about to happen, but I figure
it's gonna be a little rough.

"All right, boys," Dad says, "I've been looking for some new boy-pussy to
fuck. Bend over!"

That did not go over well. One of the guys holding Dad punched him hard in
the gut. "You bend over, motherfucker!"

It knocked the wind out of Dad, but he wasn't going down easy. The guy who
punched him, hit him on the back and he fell to the ground hard. "Look,
guys, my son and I really don't want any trouble."

The guy holding onto my arm looked at me and smirked. "I'll bet you don't
want trouble. Looks like you start plenty." Then he punched me hard in the
gut and bent over, spitting. The guy kicked my legs out from under me and
fell on my back.  Dad: "Guys, really' we will suck everybody's cock and
drain you dry. Then, we'd be happy to move along and forget any of this
happened."

"Oh, you guys are cock suckers." Leader said. "Nice. I can go for
that. Daddy, you take me and my buddy. Little boy, you take shorty and big
dick."

Dad and I got up on our knees and started sucking the first dick they
offered. Mine must have been "Shorty." His cock was like a beer can –
huge around, but short and squatty. It was hard to get his girth inside me,
but I stretched and made it happen. He was not prepared for such a great
blow job, and he came fast. He shot a big load of cum and he fell out of my
mouth and shot a mess on my chest. My next guy, "Big Dick," lived up to his
name. This monster was easily 10 inches long and pretty hefty. I took it in
my hand and fed it to myself, so I would get ripped up. He wanted more. He
grabbed my head and started fucking my skull like he was breeding a
mare. Pounding into my mouth and going down my throat, this monster cock
kept it up for a very long time. I thought he would never cum. I took his
ball sack in my hand and started to squeeze and pull, like milking a
cow. He moaned loud and threw his head back. "FFUUUUUCVK!" That was it, he
spewed shot after shot of hot cum down my throat. Then he pulled out and
kept jacking himself off and shooting cum all over my chest. His load was
the biggest I'd ever seen.

I looked over, and Dad was working on the Leader, his pal was finished and
watching. When the big guy blew, he screamed out loud and made a huge deal
of how good it felt to fuck this old man's face. Then, he shot his cum all
over Dad's chest. Neither Dad nor I had erections, this just wasn't our
thing. The guys laughed at us for not getting hard and they kicked dirt
onto our wet, naked bodies. Then,, they pulled us to our feet and started
to jack us off. The guy with me in has hand squeezed my cock hard and
pulled it like he wanted to pull it off. It was not at all arousing to
me. I had never been abused like this before. Dad did manage to get a
hardon somehow, so Leader told me to get down and suck his cock. I got on
my knees in front of my Dad. I was crying as I took his cock in my mouth. I
did the best I could to blow him and it worked. He got harder in my mouth
and finally shot his load. Leader watched all this and got another erection
from the show. He grabbed me and told me to stand in front of him and bend
over. Dad said, "No, Please, stop That's my son, man, leave him alone."

Leader said, "Fuck you , old man!"

One of the other guys punched Dad in the gut again, another slapped him
across the face. They made him kneel and they held his face so he had to
watch me get raped.

Leader spread my ass cheeks apart and spit into my crack. He spit on his
cock and then he rammed inside me. It hurt like hell. This guy has a
monster cock and my pussy is dry. He plunges in and out, over and over
again. Slamming into my gut, pressing his pelvic bone against my ass. I
can't take it and start to yell, "Stop, you're hurting me."

Leader: "That's the point, you faggot motherfucker."

He kept pounding me hard and his friends made cat-calls and laughed at me,
calling me a faggot pussy. They made my Dad watch and told him he has a
faggot for a son, but he must be a faggot too. Finally, after an
excruciatingly long, dry fuck, this monster dumped his load inside me. He
pulled out and walked over to my Dad and told him to lick his cum and my
ass juice off his cock. Dad obeyed, and I slumped on the ground, crying.

The four young men pulled their suits on and grabbed their raft to
go. "Thanks for the blow, boys," Leader hollered. "I'd suggest you stay out
of this part of the country from now on. My friends and I will be telling
folks that there's a faggot fuck team in the woods."

Laughing, they floated away, and Dad and I got up and hugged each other
hard. Then we got back in the river and washed the dirt and the cum off. We
washed our mouths out by gargling and spitting river water. I did my best
to flush my ass out. Then, we went back to camp to recover.

We packed up our camp and hiked out to the Jeep, loaded it, and headed for
home. Neither of us spoke for the first hour of the trip. "Son," Dad began
finally, "That really sucked back there, and I am so sorry it happened to
you. I should have done more to stop it."

"No Dad, there was nothing either of us could have done that wouldn't have
made it worse. Those guys could have hurt us or even killed us. We fucked
up by not being aware, and we paid the price. We'll live through it. Let's
never talk about it again."

[END PART 1]