Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2014 16:03:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Guy Male <texanguy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Favors for My Father Chapter 1

My tee shirt and jeans were soaked with sweat. I was bent over in
exhaustion as I took a swig from my water bottle. My dad and I had been
hiking for 3 hours trying to find the perfect spot for our bi-annual
camping trip. Every two years, me and my dad would load up one tent, two
sleeping bags, two water bottles, and some food and head out to camping
reserve two hours from home. Once we arrived, we would hike till we found a
spot that Dad was sure was secluded from everyone else.


"I come here to be away from society, son. Not to socialize."  he would
say.


I agreed. I couldn't stand when I would go camping with my friends and
they'd invite a bunch of idiots over to drink. I liked to be alone,
especially with my dad. Since I was 10 we had always had this trip. It was
a time to be guys without worrying about other people. We spent most of the
time naked or in underwear and didn't care if one of us had a boner or took
a piss right there when you needed it. It was guy's time.


This time around I was 16. I was 6'1 and had the thin, basketball player
body with defined abs and everything. My dark hair and eyes helped me get
as many girls as I wanted. I never went more than a couple of weeks without
fucking a chick every weekend. Of course, that didn't keep me from jacking
off on the weekdays.


"Tyler, quit resting and help me get the tent up before it starts pouring."
ordered my dad. I looked up at the sky and saw the dark, thick clouds. It
was going to storm. I quickly unpacked the stuff and got the tent set up
and the bottles refilled from a clear creek nearby. When I was returning,
the rain hit. My clothes were drenched in seconds as the rain fell thick in
sheets. I sprinted to the tent, but when I arrived Dad wouldn't let me in.


"Dad, let me in the tent!! It's pouring."


"Take off those clothes first. I don't want you dripping all over the dry
floor." It was what I planned to do once I got inside, so I just shrugged
and stripped off in the rain. The water was cool in the otherwise hot
air. Once I was naked and shriveled, Dad opened the tent and handed me a
towel. I dried off my limp cock and tight ballsack before getting the rest
of me. Once dried, I laid down on my sleeping bag and relaxed from the hike
and setup.  "What are we going to do since it's raining?" I asked.


"It should be clear and dry by noon tomorrow. That's just one day out of
5." he replied as he undressed. I had never noticed his figure before. He
was huge. Not in the fat way, but with muscle. He was a construction
worker, so it wasn't a surprise but I hadn't noticed. Another thing that
caught me off guard was all the hair. It was brown like mine, but he had it
on his chest, belly, arms, and legs. As he removed his shorts, I found he
had a thick, dark pubes and a hairy, round ass. I don't know why I didn't
remember from the past three camping trips but now I found it strangely
intriguing. I was completely smooth except for a small bush of pubes at the
base of 6 inch cock. That was another thing I noticed. My dad's cock had to
be atleast 6 inches long now when limp. I knew it had to be long and thick
monster cock when he has aroused. As I thought about it, my cock started to
come to attention. I didn't worry about being hard, but the fact that it
started by me thinking about my dad's cock startled me. My dad's voice
broke my trance.


"So I guess tonight we can just hang out in here, relax, and wait till
tomorrow to go out and find something interesting." He said and empty his
freshly filled water bottle.


"Okay, I have a deck of cards, wanna play a game?" I replied trying to
think of something other than my dad's cock.


"Sure. And we can catch while we play." he said as I dealt out the
cards. While we played we talked about different things, school, sports,
politics, and around 10, long after any awkwardness I had been feeling had
gone away, dad brought up my love life. At home, we never discussed it
because mom was there and a complete prude about sex and dating, but here
in the woods, everything was considered discussable. "Two years ago you
told me you were still a virgin. That still true?"


I hesitated. I didn't want him to be ashamed of me or make it awkward for
the rest of the trip but I couldn't lie to him. "No, I've been with a few
girls."


"That's good. How often?"


I was starting to feel weird again as my cock got a
semi-hardon. "Ummm...once or twice a week."


"Good. Sex keeps a boy's mind straight. He doesn't have to spend countless
hours looking a porn. He can fuck and be done."


I noticed that Dad's cock was starting to get a little full and it turned
me on even more. I didn't reply in the hope of changing the subject and it
worked. Dad dropped it and we kept on playing for 10 more minutes. After
that we decided to get some sleep.


"I got to piss!" exclaimed my dad. I remembered that he had drank an entire
bottle of water a couple of hours ago so it had to be bad, but the rain was
pouring and at an angle so that we couldn't open the tent at all or it
would get flooded. "But I ain't going out there!"


"Well how are you going to do it? We can't sleep in an inch of water. Or
piss." I laughed. But Dad turned around at that like he had an idea. He
seemed reluctant to say something but he replied,


"You in the construction business we don't always have toilets
nearby. Especially in high rises or office buildings. The port-a-potties
are at the bottom and we don't have enough time to get to the ground and
back for a piss." I looked at him with a confused grin.


"So what do you do?"


"Two guys that gotta go find a semi-private area and, you know, help each
other out."


"What?" I said, not understanding.


"Tyler, they drink each other's piss. That way we don't waste time or risk
getting fired for pissing on the floor."


"So what?! Do you want me to do that?" I exclaimed with shock and disgust,
but my cock was getting hard at the thought of helping my dad by letting
him pee in my mouth.


"Please, son. I know it's not pleasant to think about, but it's not that
bad actually.'


I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that my dad did this. He drank piss
and let other dudes drink his. But I had to piss too and the thought of
having his cock in my mouth was kind of hot.


"Fine" I declared. "How do you want me to do it? And I need to go too!"


"Great and okay. I'll help you after you help me. Get on your knees and
open your mouth."


I obeyed and got into position. I hope he didn't notice that my cock was
standing straight up. He stood up and walked over to me. He spread his legs
and placed his half hard cockhead in my mouth.


"Now remember to swallow or you're going to be covered." I nodded and he
placed his hand on my head. I only felt the tip of his head on my tongue as
my lips held at the ridge. I closed my eyes and almost instantly felt a
stream hit my tongue. It was salty and bitter, but not unpleasant. In my
amazement, I didn't realize how quick my mouth filled and almost forgot to
swallow. I took the first full with a gag but survived. I didn't wait for
my mouth to be full of his salty piss this time. I swallowed every time his
bitter urine hit my throat. After about 20 seconds that had felt like 30
minutes, the stream stopped but Dad didn't pull out. In fact, he pushed his
semi-hard dick further in.


I looked up to see him smiling as I felt his monster get harder, hotter,
and thicker in my mouth.


TO BE CONTINUED...