Date: Sun, 10 May 2009 21:11:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hot For Dad, Chapter Five

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
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Mark Stevens

Hot for Dad, Chapter Five

	The next morning I woke up wondering if it had been a dream or had
Dad actually fucked me. Then I felt warm air blowing gently on my back and
realized my dad was laying next to me naked, his cock still embedded in my
cum dripped crack. I snuggled in as close as I could get to him, and when I
did, Dad threw his arms across my chest. One was between my nipples, the
other pressed into my cum soaked curls. He didn't wake up, but continued
sleeping behind me.
	As I lay there I thought back to the night before, remembering how
good his cock felt up my ass. I remembered the pain I felt at first,
followed by the sweet sensation afterward. I had realized Dad's cock was
thick, and I knew he had great length when he was hard, but I had no idea
that it would make me think he was going to split my ass in half. After I
got use to his eight inches being up me, it was awesome as he fucked my wet
hole.  As he pounded my ass and ground his wiry bush against my skin, I had
felt complete for the first time in my life. Just thinking about it was
causing my cock to grow again. It became hard and reached up to where Dad's
hand was. In his sleep, he took hold of it and slowly started stroking me.
	For a time I just lay there enjoying the feel of Dad's fingers
wrapped around my cock as he slowly jacked me. Then I felt his own cock
stir behind me. It slid along the crack of my ass once more, causing
shivers to course through my body.
	Dad asked, "You hard already?"
	"And you're not? I teased him back.
	"I was minding my own business," he informed me. "Sleeping," he
added.
	"And who had his hand buried in my bush?" I asked.
	"Just snuggling is all."
	"Well, your snuggling is what got me hard."
	"You stay hard most of the time," Dad pointed out.
	"Again, it's your fault."
	I turned over and faced him.
	Dad smiled and said, "Good morning, Danny. Sleep well?"
	I nodded and said, "I was out like a light after the second time
you fucked me."
	"Me, too," Dad agreed. "I had the best sleep I've had in a long
time and especially being on the ground and in a tent."
	I placed my mouth on his, and our lips met. We started out kissing
gently, but soon our tongues went inside each other's mouths, and the
feelings became more intense. As we kissed, our hands ran up and down each
other, pushing, pulling, rubbing, and just enjoying the touch and feel of
the other.
	Finally I pulled my mouth away and said, "Dad, I want you to fuck
me. Only this time, I want to be on my back and watch you. I want to enjoy
watching that hairy body of yours as it fucks me, as you touch me and make
love to me."
	Dad looked at me for a minute, not saying a word. He watched as I
turned over on my back. Then his eyes looked down, and I saw him admiring
my body. He took his hand and placed it gently on my stomach. Then I felt
his fingers travel down and go inside my sticky bush. He gave the curly
sprigs a gentle tug and then went for my hard cock. It was pointing
straight up, surrounded by its sticky cum filled forest. I felt his fingers
wrap around my dick, and I shivered at his touch. He had such a way of
touching me that each time I thought I was going to leave my body
completely. Then he slowly crawled between my legs, his hot hairy body so
close to me I could smell the cum and the sweat that had matted the red
curls down against his skin.
	I moaned as I felt the head of his dick touch the wet entrance of
my ass. "That's right, Dad, fuck me with that thick dick of yours. Slide it
deep inside me," I told him.
	Dad leaned over and placed his lips on my mouth. As he did, I felt
ever hair on his body rub me as his stomach covered mine. He kissed me
hard, his mouth grinding into my lips, and as we kissed, I felt those hard
eight inches of his cock sliding inside my wet cum filled ass. Most of his
two loads from the night before were still in there. They allowed him to
slide all the way in until I felt myself buried deep within his thick red
bush. God, what a feeling that was, just knowing my Dad's cock was in my
ass as far as it could possibly go. As I felt him start working his dick in
and out my hole, I looked up and smiled at him. "I love you, Dad," I said.
	"I love you, too, Danny. So fucking much," he added.
	To myself I thought, "Wow, it didn't take him long to get
comfortable using that word around me". I didn't say anything, just laid
their enjoying the fucking he was giving me. He was taking it slow and
easy, and both of us were enjoying it very much. It was so hot watching his
hairy body attack mine as he drove his cock between my legs in and out my
wet hole. I couldn't admire my dad's chest enough, all that thick red hair
making its way down to the real treasure between his legs. Just looking at
that dense mat was enough to make me cum right then and there.
	"You like it when I fuck you, Danny?" Dad was asking.
	"Oh, yeah," I assured him. "I love to feel your hard cock deep
inside me. You know just how to fuck, Dad," I praised.
	My words motivated him, I guess, because I felt Dad start to drive
harder in and out of me. I felt his furry balls as they rubbed between my
legs every time his dick buried itself all the way inside. For a time,
neither one of us spoke. There was no need for words. As Dad fucked me, I
could feel the love he felt for me, his son, and he certainly realized the
love his son had for him.
	Picking up his speed, Dad soon said, "Danny, your ass feels so
incredibly hot. I could fuck it every day and be so happy."
	It didn't take him long to find my button with his hard cock, and
soon I could feel the cum building up, deep inside my balls. He kept on
rubbing the right spot inside my ass, and soon my hard dripping cock
thickened up, and I felt the beginning of another intense orgasm. Once more
I felt the feeling deep underneath my bush, felt my cock shudder, and the
first jet of cum flew out into the air. It landed in Dad's chest hair. More
jets shot out, covering the man's chest that was fucking me. White cum was
running all through the thick matted chest hair, making its way downward as
Dad continued fucking my wet hole.
	Suddenly I felt Dad's cock become even harder inside my hole, and
heard him cry out, "I'm going to cum, Danny. I'm going to put more cum
inside you," he moaned.
	"Do it, Dad," I cried. "Fill me up with your dad juice."
	Dad was over the edge, at the point of no turning back. I saw his
face twist up, felt his body tense and buck, followed by a flooding of cum
inside my ass. I could feel his cock starting to float around inside me,
there was so fucking much juice in my ass. Dad gave one last fuck thrust
and then collapsed on top of me. The cum I had shot in his chest hair felt
so good as he lay on top of me, pressing those wet tangled curls next to
me. I could feel my cum running between us.
	As Dad laid there his head on my chest, I reached up and ran my
fingers through the hair on his head. He had lost quite a bit of it over
the years, but around the edges and toward the back, he still had quite a
bit. Unlike the hair on his body, the hair on his head was dark brown. I
wasn't exactly sure where the red body hair came from, but I didn't really
care. I just loved feeling it next to me as he lay on my stomach.
	I think we both drifted off to sleep for a few moments. Even though
Dad had cum inside me, he was still hard, his cock still buried deep up my
ass. What a way to take a nap!
	I was suddenly awake. Something had disturbed me, and I didn't know
what it was. I discovered that Dad was no longer on top of me. He was lying
beside me, his naked body touching mine. I guess when he pulled his cock
out of me that was what woke me up.
	"Dad grinned and asked, "You going to sleep all day?"
	"If you stayed inside my ass the way you were, I could handle
that," I assured him.
	"Well, I'm sure we both would like it. However, we told your mother
we were going hunting, so I think maybe we should at least make an attempt
to do what we said. However, we shot it today, I'm afraid. It's way too
late now."
	"Shouldn't we be out there before the suns up?" I asked, giving a
shudder.
	"That's right," he nodded.
	I looked down at my sticky body, then over to his own cum filled
chest hair. "How the hell do we clean this shit off?" I asked.
	"You don't think you want to wear my stuff all day?"
	"I wouldn't mind, but if we run into anyone else, I'm not so sure
they would appreciate our aroma," I said with a grin.
	"There's a shower room up by the office," Dad told me. "I guess you
didn't see it when we came in."
	"Guess not," I agreed.
	"It's nothing fancy, but there's a shower up there with plenty of
hot water. It should clean you up nice enough," he told me.
	I ran my hand along my chest. When I came to my sticky bush, I
said, "I think there's a ton of cum down here, between what you put there,
and what I shot."
	Dad reached his hand over and pushed me away. Then surprising me,
he leaned over and breathed deeply, his nose buried in my red curls. "I
believe you're right," he said. Then he surprised me even more by taking my
soft cock between his fingers. Even though I had just shot a nice load of
cum on his chest, he had me hard in a matter of seconds. That was just the
affect he had on me.
	Dad smiled and said, "How about if I clean most of this off before
you take your shower?" That said, he placed his lips over the head of my
dick and slowly worked his tongue over my uncut cock, working it down deep
into my foreskin. After he had my head cleaned to his satisfaction, he next
traveled down my hard sticky shaft, cleaning it as he headed for my hairy
base.
	As he cleaned my cock, I moaned, letting him know just how good it
felt. The more I moaned, the faster he cleaned, returning back to my
dripping head. He swallowed me, his warm mouth closing in around my dick,
and he started sucking me, working his mouth up and down my hard hairy
dick. The faster he sucked me the harder I fucked his face, grinding my
wiry pubes against his chin.  I fucked him faster, harder, pounding my cock
into him as hard as I could. All the time I was thinking how hot it would
be to fuck my dad's hairy hole. His ass was just as hairy as the rest of
his body, and I suddenly had a mental picture of my cock going in and out
that tight hairy hole. It was something I knew, I had to do. The thought of
it took me over the edge, and the first jet of cum sprayed the back of
Dad's throat followed by another and still another. I was surprised at the
amount of cum I shot inside his mouth, considering the fact I had just shot
a heavy load not too long before that.
	Dad swallowed the last of my cum, keeping my still hard cock
between his lips. He sucked me dry and finally pulled it out of his
mouth. He grinned at me and said, "Now, you about ready for that shower?"
	I raised up on the sleeping bag. "Guess maybe I don't need one
now," I laughed.
	Dad stood to his feet and pulled me with him. "Trust me, you do."
	For whatever reason, I had brought some shorts for sleeping, even
though I was pretty sure I wouldn't be sleeping in them. I put them on,
pulled a shirt over my head and waited for dad to get ready.
	Dad was soon dressed, and I followed him out of the tent. We got
into the truck, and he drove us back toward the "office" where we had
entered the camp ground. He stopped the truck beside a small building right
next to the office. Actually it was so small that it was no wonder I hadn't
seen it when we arrived yesterday.
	Shutting the truck engine off, Dad turned and said, "This is
it. Like I told you, nothing fancy, but it does the job."
	I had been camping before at lots of state parks, but I had never
seen anything like this. I left the truck and made my way inside. As I
opened the door and went in I was met by a dim room. Looking around I
discovered two shower heads sprouting out from the wall side by side. There
were no walls of privacy, nothing like I had ever seen before. I looked
around and over in another corner were two commodes. Again, no privacy
walls were there. Just two bare commodes about two feet apart. Talk about
togetherness, I thought.
	Dad stepped up behind me and gave my shoulders a pat. "I told you
it wasn't much," he said. "Still, after you've been out here a day or two,
you'll find yourself looking forward to coming here, no matter how it may
look."
	I grinned and walked over to a bench. I placed my clean clothes on
it and started stripping the dirty ones from my body. Soon naked, I went
over and turned one of the shower heads on. I stepped back waiting for the
water to warm up as it shot through the head. As I stepped underneath the
spray a short time later, I watched as Dad stood naked under the other
shower head. For some reason, I found it exciting to watch the water run
down his body, making streams of rivers throughout his chest hair. I felt
my cock begin to grow, so I turned and faced the wall. I took the bar of
soap and started soaping my neck and chest down. As I made my way downward,
I came to my matted bush. It still had lots of cum strings in it, so I
concentrated on making it clean once again. Besides, I thought if I
concentrated on cleaning that, I wouldn't think about other things. I
wasn't sure I wanted to start something here in the shower with dad since
there was absolutely no privacy at all.
	Suddenly I felt something behind me.  I was surprised to discover
Dad had stepped under the spray with me. His cock was hard and rubbing
against my ass crack. That certainly didn't help my own cock which was
still hard just from watching him in the shower.
	Dad reached his arms around me, and forced me back into him. I felt
his cock slide along my wet crack, and the feel of his wet tangled bush
teasing my skin made my dick even harder.
	Looking over my shoulder, I said, "Are you sure about this, Dad?"
	"There won't be anyone here for a while," Dad assured me. They're
out hunting still."
	That was all I needed to hear. I took my bar of soap and scrubbed
my dad's dick, lathering it up a lot. Then I soaped my ass crack good and
fingered my hole with two soapy fingers, spreading it all up inside me. I
leaned into the concrete shower wall. "Fuck me," I ordered.
	As I lay bent over a bit, I felt Dad's hard cock along my soapy
crack. He came to my suds filled hole and didn't hesitate a second. He
drove himself right into me, burying his wet matted bush into my ass
cheeks. There was no love making, no foreplay at all this time. Instead,
Dad plowed in the middle of my tight soapy hole and fucked the shit out of
it; out of me too.  This time he didn't fuck the cum from me. I think he
was afraid someone might come in and catch us. He fucked my ass hard and
deep, and in a matter of a minute or so I felt him shooting his hot creamy
load deep inside me.
	I reached in front and started pulling on my own leaking dick. The
fucking Dad had given me was enough, and it took only a few strokes and I
was shooting my own load. I watched as spurt after spurt hit the floor of
the shower and made its way down the drain.
	Dad kissed the back of my neck and walked back to his
shower. "Whatever am I going to do with you?" he asked giving me a grin.
	I didn't reply. I went back to washing my body, giving special
attention to my ass now filled with dad cream once more.
	Later, our showers finished, Dad and I were standing at the bench
drying off when suddenly the door swung open and a gentleman walked
inside. Dad greeted him, and I realized it was the man who had been in the
office yesterday.
	"How's it going, Tom?" Dad greeted him.
	"Great, Frank," Tom answered. "You guys enjoying your stay so far?"
	"Can't complain, Tom, can't complain," Dad told him.
	"How about you, young man, you like this camping world?"
	I finished drying off my body and reached for a pair of
shorts. "I've liked what I've seen so far," I assured him. I gave Dad a
grin and pulled a shirt over my head.
	As Tom talked to us, he started stripping his clothes off, placing
them on a bench across the room from us. I tried to keep my eyes from
staring, but he was fairly hot to look at, I decided. He must have been
about my dad's age. He was thick wasted, but definitely not fat. When he
pulled his shirt over his head, his chest showed a thick patch of brown
hair that travelled from his neck all the way down to his jeans. It was a
thick patch of hair that got wider the further down it went. When he pulled
his jeans down, I saw he had no under ware on. A nice sized cock swung in
front of me. It was surrounded by a really thick brown bush. Tom's bush was
really hot to look at. It was so thick, so full that it ran practically leg
to leg. Thick dark brown hairs covered his ball sac.
	My cock was starting to grow once again, so I quickly stepped into
my jeans and pulled them up. I didn't want Tom to see the affect he was
having on me. I turned and looked at Dad. He had pulled his under ware up,
but I could see the bulge where his cock had started growing, same as mine
had.
	Dad grinned at me. "You all right?" he asked.
	Nodding, I didn't reply. I sat down and put my socks on. By this
time Tom was standing under the spray, the water coursing its way down his
hairy body. Like it had been with my own father, it was just as hot
watching Tom take his shower as well.
	"You guys going to stop by the office later on?" Tom asked. He
turned and faced us, and to my surprise, I saw that his cock was hard and
standing to attention.
	"Thought perhaps we would," Dad answered."
	Tom made no effort to try and hide his hard cock. He seemed rather
proud to show off what he had. He even gave it a couple of strokes as he
talked with us. "Good, I always enjoy visiting with you, Frank," he told
dad.
	Suddenly I wondered about something. I needed to ask Dad a
question. I would wait until we were in the truck, however, before I did.
	"Tom, catch you later," Dad said, and we left the shower house.
	Inside the truck, Dad started the engine, and we headed back to
camp. As we stepped out of the truck, I said,
	"Dad, can I ask you something?"
	Dad looked at me. I think he had an idea what my question was, but
he didn't comment. All he said was, "Sure, what's on your mind?"
	"You've known this Tom guy for a lot of years, right?"
	"About twenty, I would think," Dad agreed.
	"So?"
	Dad looked at me. "So what?" he asked.
	"So, have you and he?"
	"Have we what, Danny?"
	I decided to get right to the point. "Have you guys fucked?"
	Dad was quiet for a moment. Finally he said, "Does it really
matter, Danny?"
	I was thoughtful for a moment. Finally I said, "Not at all. I was
watching him in the shower, and for some reason, the way he acted; I just
felt that the two of you were no strangers in that way."
	Dad was quiet for a few more minutes. Finally he said, "Danny, you
remember on the way up here we talked about how things that happened up
here need to stay up here?"
	"I remember."
	"Good, then what I'm about to tell you stays here, agreed?"
	"Agreed," I said.
	"About five years ago on one of my trips up here, well one evening
Tom came by my camp, and we got to talking and drinking beer. Like me, he's
married, so he doesn't ever want to do anything that will hurt his
wife. Well, like I say, we got to talking and drinking beer, and the next
thing we knew, the talk turned to sex and some `what ifs' came up. Then we
found ourselves inside my tent. To be honest, the only thing that happened
that trip was we stroked each other, and I think the last night I was here,
he dropped by and we sucked each other off."
	"Wow," I said. Listening to Dad talk about him and Tom was making
me so fucking hot. And hard, I thought, running my fingers along the hard
cock inside my jeans.
	"That entire trip, you say?"
	Dad nodded. "That's right, that's all we did. Then the next year I
came, he dropped by my tent again. His wife was gone to visit her mother
and had been away for almost two weeks. Well, needless to say, he was very
horny, so that night we fucked each other."
	"Then you've been fucked," I said quietly.
	Dad nodded. "Are you disappointed?" he asked.
	To be honest, at the moment I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about
it.
	"Danny, please don't be upset with me," Dad pleaded. "After all,
that was five years ago. You were still too young for me. I didn't feel as
if I could do anything with you until you turned sixteen. I hope you can
understand that."
	Suddenly I did understand. My dad needed someone, and at the time,
I couldn't be there for him. That was just how it had to be. Then looking
at Dad, I said, "Would you like him to fuck you while we're here?"
	Dad's mouth opened, and then it closed. "I hadn't given it much
thought."
	"Well, if the opportunity came up, would you like for it to
happen?"
	"Danny, I don't honestly know. Why don't we just wait and see if
anything happens? The opportunity, as you call it, might not even present
itself this trip."
	I disagreed with him. I said, "Oh, I think it will come up. I think
that is the very reason he came into the shower house while we were
there. He knew we were there, and he wanted to show that he was still
available if you wanted him."
	Dad ran his hand through my hair. "You're awfully damned smart,
aren't you?"
	I shrugged my shoulders. "Didn't take a rocket scientist to see
what was happening back there."
	"So, how would you be with it? If Tom got together with the two of
us," he added.
	I was thoughtful for a moment. Finally I said, "Well, he is pretty
fucking hot."
	"He is," Dad agreed. Then grinning at me, he said, "And if you
think I fuck well, you should be fucked by him. He really knows what to do
with his cock."
	I hadn't really thought about anyone else fucking my ass, but the
more Dad talked about it, the more I thought I might like to give it a
try. For some reason, the thought of Tom fucking me, and then Dad fucking
me with Tom's cum still up inside me was a really hot thought.
	No more talk was discussed whether or not Tom would join us in any
activity. Dad set about putting breakfast together, and shortly we were
sitting down to bacon, scrambled eggs, friend potatoes, with toast and
gravy. As we sat there enjoying our food and each other, there was no more
mention of Tom joining us. Even I had to admit that breakfast, which I
hardly never ate at home, tasted delicious out like this. I just enjoyed
the good food and Dad's company, and that was enough for the time being.

End of Chapter Five

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