Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2016 05:39:15 +0000 (UTC) From: Holt_E Subject: Getting Lost in the Woods The following content may contain detailed descriptions of sexual interactions. If the laws in your place of residence or your religious beliefs make it illegal or wrong to read such, do not continue. If this type of content offends you, do not continue. Any similarities to real people, places, and events are entirely coincidental. This work of fiction is NOT based on any real people or events. All work is owned by the author and may not be used without his consent. Any feedback is encouraged and should be directed to: primaryelements@yahoo.com Copyright 2016 ***** I would like to say that we don't get lost easily, but there's a reason we always pack enough food for two days when we leave the tent in the morning. "I bet it's just around that turn there," seemed to be my dad's favorite phrase. I used to hate it as a kid, since of course it was never around that turn and I knew each time he said that meant another half an hour of wandering. "How many of those d?you think are in that bunch of trees?" dad said, pointing at a relatively unremarkable bird. "It looks like that one, you know?" I didn't. "The one from that magazine cover," he continued, trotting toward the bird trees. "What was its name? Some kinda swallow? Sparrow? Robin Jay?" I followed closely behind him. I could have told him that it was a plain old robin. I could have told him that it was the same kind that are in our backyard. But each species he invented made my smile grow. "Yeah, I think so, dad." We padded our footsteps in an attempt not to spook the robin until we were a couple meters from the tree. Ever so gently, he opened the velcro flap that held his binoculars, his eyes still locked on the bird while mine were looking at him. "Man, she's a real beaut, Dean. Here, have a look." He passed me the binoculars. I smiled as I focused on the robin. "You know, I think it might be a 'he' since its breast color is brighter." I couldn't help myself. "Now that you say it, I think I remember reading that somewhere too! Bet I know where you get your brains from," he said with a wink. "Well it's definitely not mom, so... Wikipedia?" "Hey now!" he said, a little too loudly causing the bird to flap away. "Ah damn. Well, he was pretty while he lasted, right kiddo? Probably best to get back on the trail anyways." Which is how most of the hiking went. Dad could never pull himself from the beauty of nature for more than a few meters before there was another magical moment that couldn't be missed. Occasionally I would step in and point us in what I hoped was the right direction, but rarely was I of much help. I got my navigation skills from him. Just after noon, we stopped for a lunch of cold cuts, a protein bar, and jerky. The warm sun trickled through the canopy of leaves overhead, and we decided to stow our hoodies in our bags for now. I paused as he took his off, watching as his toned torso was exposed for a few seconds as he struggled to get it over his head. This happens every time, and I'm never disappointed with his furry treasure trail. "Well, we'd better get moving if we want to get back to the trail soon," he said, slipping his bag on. "Yeah, I'm just going to water that rock first." "Good call! Mind if I join you?" We stood next to each other and unbuttoned our pants. Dad had never been piss shy around me, and I learned to be the same. On these trips, we'd often play games of who could piss the longest or furthest or draw the coolest thing. Today's game was Outlast Dad. Gotta keep it clear and copious! he'd say, starting the match. Both our streams were clear and powerful, indicating this would be a solid bout. I'd noticed him taking more hits from his camelback than usual, so I made sure to drink plenty of water before lunch just for this occasion. "I think your cannon's getting a little low on steam, dad." "Our guns look pretty similar, so maybe you have ours confused, cause my Johnson's still got a gallon to unload!" We laughed, both glancing at each other's cocks. He was right, ours were pretty darn similar: both uncut at roughly the same spot, both spouting a trimmed bush of hair, both slightly larger than usual. Whether this was due to our need to urinate or for other reasons wasn't so obvious. Gradually, my dad's stream thinned out. "Oh no, defeated once again!" He jiggled his dick. "I take it you'll want the usual prize?" I nodded as we zipped back up. The winner of the pissing contest gets to decide which direction to go next. "I think we should head towards some water. I dunno about you, but my camelback is getting low so we probably need to refuel." "Good thinkin, Lincoln." I shook my head in faux embarrassment. ?I think I hear some rushing water in this direction,? I said, pointing east. Or maybe west. Southwest? We were never getting out of here. "You know, I wonder if anyone has ever come through here. We could be the first adventurers to set foot on this particular patch of grass and leaves!" The twittering birds seemed to peep words of approval to Dad's musings as we stepped over fallen trees and moss-covered rocks. "There could even be some rare fungus or worm that only lives right here in this spot!" The fallen leaves crunched under our boots. He could be right, I thought, since nobody gets as lost as we do. "It's a good thing we marked our territory back there. Now nobody can question our discovery, not even the squirrels!" After avoiding a few spider web mosaics, dazzling in the sunlight beams, the trees opened up onto the edge of the river bank. And not a moment too soon: for the past twenty minutes both dad and I had been talking about how a hot afternoon is the worst time to be out of water. We pulled the water filter pumps out of our bags and set down on the bank to get to business. Thankfully, the stream wasn't too strong, so the filtering process wasn't a fight against the water. The ideal setting would be a calm pond, but we were both too thirsty to follow the stream to see if we could find one. Besides, the small eddies on the stream bank worked well enough. Dad and I worked in relative silence, listening to the steady bubble and woosh of the water cascading over the rocks. With the break in the trees for the stream, the full sun beat down us, so we took off our shirts to prevent them from getting too sweat-soaked. I watched as dad struggled to peel his shirt off, once again getting stuck on his head. I chuckled as he squirmed, setting down my filter to help him escape his cotton trap. "Thanks, kiddo, I thought I was going to be trapped in that forever!" His chest glistened with sweat. My eyes lingered on the light brown hair coating his pecs, and they gradually followed the thin line of fur leading to his crotch. "Did I get a tick on me or somethin?" Oops, stared too long. "Oh, nah, I was just wondering how you managed to get dressed by yourself everyday." "Ha ha, Dean, very funny. Remember when you were this big and couldn't get dressed by yourself?" He grinned. "This is just a little bit of returning the favor is all." We went back to filtering water, pausing every so often to take a drink from our work and once to take off our boots. The best part about fresh water is that it's perfectly chilled, so we kept pretty cool after we dipped our feet in the stream. After an hour, we bundled our gear back up, pulled on our shoes and shirts, and got ready to hit the trail again. Or rather, look for the trail again. "Hey Dean." "Yeah dad?" "I know you want to get back to the trail, but how bout we follow the stream a bit? There could be a pond at the end, and I?m dying to take a dip!" "It's like you read my mind." We smiled and started walking, him leading the way. We tried to stay near the treeline to take advantage of the shade, but it was still pretty warm regardless. I inhaled the fresh aroma of the woods mixed with the rushing stream and the musk of our sweat, enjoying every bit of the outdoors. And the view of my dad's backside was a cherry on this summer sundae. Being a mechanic at the local shop, dad kept himself in very good shape over the years. He won?t to be on the cover of Men's Health anytime soon, but he has no problem lifting anything at work. Sometimes our schedules align so that we can go to the gym together, and I'm always impressed with how much he can squat. "Hey, I think I see something around that turn!" I shifted my cock in my pants, trying to snap out of my daydreams. "Hmm... yeah, I think you're right, dad." I could see the trees and stream opening up into a pond just up ahead. Ten years ago, I would've challenged him to a race, but a past hiking trip taught me the slickness of mossy rocks. After that year, we packed a more thorough first aid kit and learned how to make a splint. "Oh nelly, am I ready for this!" Dad dropped his bag next to the pond and started grappling with his clothes. "Last one in the water sleeps outside tonight!" Even though it's always been an empty threat, I immediately started yanking off my clothes, a smile growing on my face. I'd normally take this time to admire the smooth lines of dad's back and his furry buns, but I wasn't about to lose here. With my last sock flung to the side, I ran into the pond, dad splashing in right beside to me. "That was a darn close call," he said. "I'd say a tie, so we've gotta have a tie breaker!" He winked as he jumped towards me. "Oh no you don't, old man!" We wrestled around in the water, trying to dunk one another -- the first to three dunks won. The quiet of the woods erupted into happy yelling and grunting, and the splashes echoed from tree to tree. He got a hand in my armpit as I tried to grab around his neck, and he kicked my leg out from under me. I fell under the water, trying to see how I could take him down. I pushed off the muddy floor and grabbed his ankles, and he crashed under the water next to me. We both came up for air, wiping water from our face and charged at each other again. He twisted around me and wrapped his arms around my chest, pulling me into his slippery, hairy pecs and then underneath the surface. This time he flew back so I couldn't get any underwater strikes. I came up and charged at him once more, this time using sheer muscle strength to push him under, which was not an easy feat. "Bet you wish you didn't take last Thursday off at the gym, huh dad?" "Yeah, yeah, we'll see who gets in the last word!" With a swiftness I didn't know he had, dad cut through the water towards me. I tried to get my hands under him, but he slipped away, getting behind me once more and pulling me under. Match point: Dad. I lingered under water, slapping the mud in disappointment. I could've sworn I would've gotten him that time. Ever since I'd turned 18 and dad stopped holding back, I hadn't won a dunking contest against him. Even when I thought I'd learned all his tricks, he'd surprise me just like that. I popped up out of the water with a grin. "Best three out of five?" His eyes lit up. "You're on, kiddo." The air once again became raucous with our grunts and shouts. But even with all of my efforts, dad still came out victorious at the last second. I came up for air, breathing heavy. "Man, I never can get past ya. I swear you've got an iron defense." He waded next to me, panting. "They're just some moves I've learned over the years playing with you." He wrapped his arms around me, embracing me into a hug. I rested my head on his shoulder as I wrapped my arms around him. I could faintly smell the lingering sweat on him, but mostly it was just the murky pond water. We held each other there for a while, just feeling the swell and fall of each other's chests as we came down from the heavy exercise. Ever so often, the currents of the pond would have our dicks graze one another. "Hey," I said, gently breaking the embrace, "do you think you could show me one of your moves?" He looked up to the trees, as if asking the birds what they thought. He smiled back into my eyes, "Sure thing, kiddo." He gave me a small peck on the lips and pushed back. I was grateful that the water wasn't clear below my waist. "Alright now come at me like you normally would, but a little slower so I can show you step by step." I did as he instructed, moving practically in slow motion. When I got within arm?s reach, he placed his outstretched hands on my pecs, his fingers grazing my nipples, and told me to stop. "So now what would you normally do?" My arms were stretched out for his shoulders, so I told him I'd try to pull him to the side. "See, where my hands are lets me react to what you'd do. When you try to move me one way?" I did in slow motion, "I can move the other because we're both slippery in the water." He maneuvered around behind me wrapping his arms around my torso. His body was flush against mine as he prepared to pull me under. I could feel his knees pushing into the back of mine, which encouraged me to fall under, and I could feel the tug of his forearms on my chest. I could also feel the thickness of his erect cock on my butt. "Is that part of the demo too?" I asked, turning my face to the side. He chuckled, pausing his takedown to move his face next to mine. "Not always, but today it is." He gave me another quick kiss and pulled me under. "Hey," I said as we came up, shaking the water from our faces, "I thought you were just going to show me the motions, not actually dunk me!" "Gotta let your dad have a little fun. Now how about you give it a go," he winked and started slowly charging towards me. I put my hands on his chest as he grabbed my shoulders, and I felt that he was pulling me one way, so I slipped around the opposite direction and encircled my arms around his strong chest. I dug my knees into the backs of his, and my erect cock was firmly pressed against his fuzzy cheeks. "See, part of the demo today," he chuckled, turning his head to the side. "Looks like it," I said, giving him a slightly longer peck on the lips before pulling him under. We shook the water from our heads as we came up. "Excellent work, kiddo. Who knows, next time you might beat me!" He waded towards me, his dripping arms outstretched. "I dunno, but I'll at least stand a chance!" I waded into his arms, making eye contact with him. Our faces grinned at each other, and he went in for a kiss, but this time neither of us pulled away. It felt right as his mouth moved against mine, his arms feeling their way down my back. I held him tight as our cocks pressed against one another. Our tongues explored each other's mouths. I cupped his furry cheeks and he did the same to mine. Gently, I rubbed his hole with my index finger, eliciting a small moan from him onto my lips. I continued to lightly rub his hole as he worked a finger onto mine. The water began to ripple with our increasingly fervent motions against one another, our cocks throbbing as they rubbed against our stomachs and each other. Our hairy chests slid past one another in rhythm with the ripples, and the woods were filled with steamy grunts. I worked the tip of my finger into his hole, and he broke our kiss to moan and look me in the eyes. I nodded at him, and he pushed his finger against my hole, gently entering inside. My ass blossomed with pleasure as I grunted and went back in for his mouth. We continued like this, grinding our cocks against one another and gently poking into each other?s holes. I could feel the cum rising in my cock, and I pressed in deeper with my finger. His hand squeezed my ass, and I could feel his hips jerking against me, his cock erupting in the space between us. I couldn't hold back any longer and I came along side dad, our cum floating to the top of the pond. Our hands migrated up to our waists as we passionately kissed in the sunlight, eventually breaking into a hug like before. "Whew, now that was a demo," dad said softly into my shoulder. "Yeah, I think I'll use that move again sometime." We both chuckled as we separated and waded back to the edge of the pond. We pulled out a couple of towels and laid back on them in the sun to dry off. There was still a distance to travel before we made it back to the trail, but this detour had been well worth it.