Date: Tue, 17 Aug 2004 05:16:28 +0200
From: Xerxys Hunter <writer_xerxys@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Father's Son: Camping Part Two

My Father's Son
Part Two - The Camping Trip II

DISCLAIMER: This is a complete work of fiction, involving sexual encounters
between same-sex relations. If it is illegal for you to read such material,
please leave.

"Alex, where did you learn to suck dick like that? I've never cum so much in
my life, boy. That was amazing. I must have drained the entire contents of
my nuts into your face." I simply laid on top of my father, my head resting
upon his hairy beergut that heaved up and down in heavy breaths, sucking the
last few drops of his precious cum from his softening dick. My own cock was
throbbing, aching for a release of its own, but I ignored it, my mind still
reeling from the inundation of senses I was feeling.

"It's your turn next, son," purred my father as he gently stroked my face
with his large, powerful hand.

"You have an incredible cock, dad," I said, looking up into his dark brown
eyes that gazed at me, dreamy and satiated. "I sucked a lot of dicks in
college, but none come close to yours."

"It's a pretty damn fine cock, I'll say that much. But I think it's yours we
need to worry about now, son. It's looking pretty fucking angry, and I'm
eager to taste my boy's seed in my mouth. Lay on your back, son."

I hauled myself from on top of his powerful body and lay out on the ground.
My six inches, not as thick as my father's but still more than a mouthful
for many, lay on my stomach, leaking clear fluid onto my hair-swathed,
defined abs. By now, the tent was almost pitch black as the day had drained
away from the world long ago. Dad quickly reached up to the small camping
lantern that hung from the apex of the tent's framework, switching it on and
bathing everything in a cool, blue-white glow. Dad looked back down at me,
his eyes, wandering over my slightly furry, naked, athletic torso, stretched
out upon his sleeping bag. His fingers gently trailed over my tight abs and
upwards over one of my defined pecs, rubbing gently against a nipple as I
squirmed slightly beneath his touch.

"You have a beautiful body, Alex. And a beautiful cock, too."

"69 me, dad. I want that dick and those huge hairy bull-balls in my face
while you suck me. I want to get you hard again." At this, dad crawled up my
torso on his hands and knees, gazing down at me with eyes brimming over with
love. He then forcefully kissed me, his tongue pushing its way deep into my
mouth, tasting his own fluids in his son's mouth. Breaking the kiss, he then
swung around until his knees were straddling my head, and his now-flaccid
horsedick was swinging tantalisingly close above my face. Behind it, his two
swollen nuts sagged low in their generous sac, wrapped in thick, black wiry
fur.

Suddenly, my cock was bathed in the warmth of my father's mouth, and with
the sound of my father's forced release of breath, I could feel his goatee
brushing against my groin. He'd taken my entire cock in one go, and I could
feel that my head was lodged firmly in his throat, and he was having no
problems administering a good hard suction along my thick, rigid shaft. He'd
praised my administrations to his member, but I'd never met anyone who was
able to take my girth in their throat on the first go. It didn't enter my
mind then, but I later wondered how much practice my dad had been having.
Instead, I just yelped with pleasure as dad's tongue lapped at my throbbing
pole, his throat's swallowing action massaging my head.

"Not too fast, dad. I'm already fit to bust a nut, and I want this to last.
I want you hard again by the time I cum." My father didn't reply, but
instead just eased up on the suction a little, and concentrated more on
slowly lapping his tongue up and down the sides of my shaft as he lazily
slid it in and out of his throat, my thickness obviously no problem for him.

I reached up and grabbed my father's firm, round hairy buttocks. Edging my
fingers into his fuzzy, deep crack, I spread my hands out over those two
firm globes and pulled down on them slightly, signalling to dad that I was
ready to complete the circle of our bodies. Willingly, dad lowered his hips
towards me, and I once again found my face buried in his hairy groin; his
soft, fat tube of flesh lolling over the side of my face as his nuts rolled
around on my forehead. For a while, I simply inhaled my father's scent, his
crotch smelling muskier now than before, the scent of exertion from his
mammoth orgasm strong around the base of his cock.

Because dad is three inches taller than me, he was having to bend his
midsection slightly to plant his crotch squarely on my face, but with one
hand, I was running my hands over his crunched, hairy abs, feeling how solid
and defined they were, even through his slight paunch.

I began to gently run my tongue through the coarse pubic hair, acrid with
fresh sweat and the faint taste of his seed, working my further back, until
I came at last to his balls. I figured out in the logical part of my mind
that it was virtually impossible to fit both of them in my mouth at once,
but I wanted to make my father so proud of me, and to make sure that he
always came back for more. Sucking first one into my mouth, I rolled it
around, sucking hard on it as dad groaned noisily with pleasure from between
my own legs. As I did this, I felt the first twitch from his cock that was
now lying against my neck, and as I sucked harder and more vigourously it
began to slowly expand, elongating down the side of my neck, stiffening once
more.

I decided it was now time to attempt both of those monstrous bull-nuts.
First, I allowed the one I had been feasting upon to fall from my mouth,
immediately replacing it with his other, my tongue now lapping at the other
half of his hairy sac, hoping that I was slicking it up enough to allow it
to fit inside my mouth. When I felt ready, I sucked as hard as I could on
that one ball, pulling it far to the back of my throat as dad groaned
ever-louder, then using my fingers I began stuffing the second one in past
my lips. With a sudden long slurping sound, my cheeks ballooned as both of
my father's balls, the very same that had created me, now consumed every
last bit of space in my mouth. With a braying grunt, dad suddenly pulled off
my dick entirely, but I had been so focused on filling my mouth with his
bull-nuts, I hadn't been paying attention to dad's own efforts on my
genitals.

"Son... Damn... You did it, boy... I knew you could take it, Alex... You
don't know how hot you're getting me again..." As he muttered between his
panting, his now-solid cock, now hovering parallel above my chest, dropped
its first bead of precum onto the top of my tight abs, giving me a clear
indication of how turned on dad was. "Let me see your face, son, all puffed
up with your dad's big hairy nuts."

Dad then did something similar to a press-up, lifting his body further away
from mine, then dropped his head down to take a look at the view. Beneath
the sight of his cock pointing up his bely towards him was his son's face -
my face - my cheeks stretched to their limit by his oversized testicles. By
now, I was breathing noisily through my nose, my airway almost blocked by
the volume that I was holding.

"Haven't had both of these babies sucked on at the same time in a long
while, son. Now, start getting some good suction going on those things,
while I try something. But whatever I do, keep those bull-nuts in that mouth
of yours." I mumbled my assention through my mouthfull of hairy dad-balls
just as my entire head was lifted from the ground as dad raised his hips
once again. Following his instructions, I sucked hard on his balls and
tightened my lips around the root of his sac to prevent it from being pulled
from within me. Dad was almost bellowing at what would have been torture for
me, but was obviously amazing for him, judging by how he was now issuing
animalistic grunts and whimpers in time to my sucking and breathing rhythm.
"Hurts... so damn fucking... good, son... Keep on... keep on doin' it,
boy..."

With the entire weight of my head hanging from my dad's nuts, I sucked on
them as though I wanted to crush them in the vacuum my mouth was creating.
Dad lowered his upper torso once more and reconnected the circle, once more
spearing himself on my fat six inches. His long groans oscillated throughout
my shaft, making it feel as though it were going to erupt and never end. My
body was electrified, and my own groans began to join those of my father's
as I hung from his corpulent balls, sucking them for dear life as my climax
began mounting.

Then suddenly the sensations around my dick stopped as dad lowered my head
gently back to the ground, whilst keeping his mouth over my throbbing,
edging dick, but not moving or making a sound. The sensations that had been
rushing in towrds the centre of my body, that should have ignited at my
balls and sent me over the edge of orgasm, simply raged and eddied around
within my belly, the feelings just as intense as any orgasm I'd experienced,
but without the initial surge. It was amazing, and my father's balls were
pushed forcefully from my mouth as I began panting, my body climaxing, but
without the accompanying orgasm.

As my head whipped from side-to-side, my hips tried bucking into dad's face,
to end the sensory overload that was swirling through me, but dad kept my
groin pinned hard against the ground, not moving until the feelings began to
wash away. I had been murmuring incoherently between long gasps of breath,
and now I lay still as I felt myself returning to some form of normality
once more. When dad felt it was safe for him to move without triggering my
instantaneous eruption, he slid my throbbing member from between his lips.

"Was that your first time being brought to the edge, son?" Dad scooted
around until he was now knelt between my open legs, and grinned up at me,
his face a little flushed, but even more beautiful than ever to me. "It
certainly sounded like it."

"It was indescribeable, dad. I was cumming, but... I wasn't actually
CUMMING. I felt as though my head would explode. What did you do?"

"It's called edging, Alex. Just before the point of no return, if you time
it just right, you can play tricks on your body. You get all the sensations
of cumming, but if you don't actually cum, your body can't switch them off,
and they just kinda... rush around inside you for a while, because they
can't get out." Dad leant down and gently kissed the head of my dick, with
throbbed up against his face as he did so. Even that slight contact felt as
though it were enough to set me blasting, but instead just a bead of precum
dropped slowly to my stomach, hanging from a thin line of the clear, sweet
liquid.

"If you practice, you can do that over and over again. Some of those
feelings are kind of stored up each time, and it's like increasing the
pressure in a container, but increasing it many more times than you'd
usually do. When you finally do cum, all of those stored-up feelings just
come rushing out. It's the most intense feeling I know of, to have been
edging for hours, before finally releasing."

"I want to feel that too, dad." The need to cum was almost overwhelming, but
dad's words sounded loud in my head. I wanted to build up all of those
feelings, before filling my dad's mouth and throat with them. I wanted my
first orgasm by my father's hand (or in this case, mouth), to be so huge and
so memorable, that it would stay with me forever. Dad chuckled as I gazed
into his eyes.

"It takes a lot of control, son. You really have to concentrate on damming
up those feelings; we may need to practice some more before you can edge
like your old man. It took me ages to get it right. In fact, I swore I was
going to be getting my first taste of my boy's cum back there, but you did
real good. I'm proud of you." The feelings that surged through me at his
words felt almost as good as my restrained climax, and I immediately sat up,
engulfing dad with a long, hard, deep kiss. my arms held tightly around his
neck, pulling him toghtly into me as we sank slowly backwards, my father's
weight pinning me to the ground. Our dicks, solid and oozing, slid against
one another as we embraced ever closer, ever deeper, until I began slowly
grinding my hips up into my father's crotch, rubbing my fat pole against his
furry stomach.

Dad pulled away from the kiss, a coy grin on his face.

"I thought you wanted to try edging some more?" He slid back down to between
my legs, ready for whichever answer I gave him - to bring me to orgasm and
give him his first taste of his son's seed, or to try and build me up to the
next level, to lead his son into unexplored sexual territory.

"Well, we've got plenty of time for practicing the finer arts, dad." Dad's
coy grin widened further, before his head was lowered once more to my dick,
expertly engulfing my length to the hilt again. "Oh... Dad, 69 me again," I
asked through short gasps.

Without removing my member from his mouth, Dad swung around until his crotch
was once again above my face. His prick was still fully stiff, pointing
horizontally towards his chest. As dad resumed his slow, deliberate worship
of my cock, I maneuvered his towards my mouth. It's obscene length meant
that dad had to pull his knees tight against my head, pinning it in place,
to allow him to give his groin the extra height needed for me to get his fat
head into my mouth, but once I had, I began returning it to its rightful
place down my throat.

Dad's slight height advantage on me was proving to be extremely useful. His
6'3" body, compared to my own six feet, meant that as he lowered himself
onto me, instead of crunching his abs slightly as he had done before, he
kept his torso perfectly straight. This angled the base of his dick a little
above the line of my mouth, and as I leant my head back to align myself with
the incoming rod of hard flesh, my mouth and throat were perfectly aligned
to receive dad's dick. As I once again felt his head nudging at the entrance
to my throat, which was now a little more accustomed to such a large
presence demanding entrance, I swallowed hard and with just a tiny amount of
gagging that as quickly surpressed, felt over half of dad's amazing tool
sink inside me.

Dad knew almost instinctively how much I could take, backing up until he was
clear of my throat once more to allow me to catch another lungful of fresh
air, before I went for the whole thing. My hands, once again enclosing his
furry buttocks, pulled him slowly and forcefully within me, until my nose
was pressed tightly into the root of his large sac, and his heavy bull-nuts
were resting against my eyes. With some strong, hard swallowing massaging
dad's fat, hard shank, I felt dad's dick throb forcefully before he once
again retracted into my mouth, allowing me to taste yet more of the
seemingly endless flow of his prejuices and to take another deep breath,
preparing myself for the onslaught that he would administer to my mouth and
throat, now he knew I was once again prepared for it.

As dad began to build up a steady rhythm, I was once again able to focus a
little more on what was happening to my own dick. Dad had been carefully
working his way up and down my shaft, leaving no area untouched by his
strong, lapping tongue, his throat accepting my oversized head and
purposefully milking it with slow, steady swallows that had begun to
reignite those incredible feelings that I had not yet released.

Now that his own dick was thrusting deep into my own gullet, he began to
match the motion on my own dick, in an alternate pattern; as he sank every
last inch into my eager, filled throat, he would pull off from mine, the
vacuum created as he retreated onto my head intensely powerful. Then, as I
felt my dad dragging his entire length from within my throat, with my mouth
creating a similar, even more powerful vacuum around his own head, he would
slide back down onto my thick six inches.

This alternation between our strokes enabled both of us to concentrate on
the amazing feelings that were growing between us. My own body was once
again filling up with sensations, and I knew that an incredibly powerful
orgasm was welling up from deep within my churning balls. I was
concentrating as hard as I could on slowing down its surging force, but
dad's expert mouthwork, coupled with the feeling of dad's amazing, huge
prong deepthroating my hungry gullet, meant that it wasn't going to be long,
and dad was picking up his rate of thrusting and sucking, sensing my
impending climax.

I wanted our union to be complete; for us to feed each other our heavy loads
at the same moment. I wanted my throat deluged by blast after glorious blast
of dad's hot jizz as I was unleashing my own torrent into his throat.
Knowing the moment of no return was once again rushing headlong towards me,
I took my left hand from over dad's round ass and trailed it up the
underside of his torso, until I felt the swollen, stiff point of his nipple.
I couldn't hold out very much longer against the onslaught of dad's master
technique.

In unison, I grabbed dad's right nipple, clamping onto it as hard as I
could, as my right hand burrowed deeper into dad's ass-crack. It was
incredibly moist, and as I began twisting and pulling on dad's nipple,
forcefully sank my middle finger through his soft fleshy sphincter, his
sweat aiding my progress, as I reached the point of no return for the second
time and charged past into orgasm.

Dad's response was instant. I had managed to take as deep a breath as
possible before my attack on his tit and hole, and it was sorely needed. As
the feelings overtook me, dad plunged his dick suddenly into my throat,
slamming it all the way to the hilt as he let out a stifled howl, his mouth
still engulfing my own, jerking cock.

I felt as though my body was turning itself inside out as I began pouring
load after load into my father's clenching throat. My hands flew from their
places on my dad's nipple and in his ass as I began drumming my hands
against the ground to either side of me as I felt the first eruption from
dad's cock, which was jammed as far down my throat as it could go, pinning
my head to the ground. My head was spinning with ecstacy as I unleashed a
flood of jizz into dad's throat as he began doing the same to me.

Every load I was shooting felt as though it were an entire, explosive orgasm
in itself, my hips bucking upwards into dad's face as he guzzled on my seed,
whilst his own climax tore through his body and into me.

After his second blast, dad violently and fully returned to his fucking of
my face, pulling out almost entirely, dumping a hefty wad of his seed into
my abused mouth, before piston-driving his rod back down into my throat,
where a further load would be driven directly into my stomach. He then
pulled my rampaging dick from within his throat after my fourth huge, long
blast, and sucked for all he was worth, doubling the already explosive
feelings that coursed through me, draining from the very edges of my body
and out through my dick, into his mouth. Even after dad's own climax had
abated, I just couldn't stop. I had worked up a huge amount of cum that was
surging from me in great, fat wads. I must have blasted more than ten full
loads into dad's throat and mouth, and it was so incredibly intense that I
was sure I would pass out.

Dad pulled his dribbling, still-hard dick from my mouth as my last few full
wads bloated his mouth, and I was able to at last vocalise just how I was
feeling. Between long gulps of air, I howled and grunted through gritted
teeth as finally, the largest, longest and fiercest orgasm I'd ever had in
my life up until that point ebbed away, my wild grunting softening to long,
exhausted groans that died to soft whimpers as dad continued to milk my dick
with his mouth, the majority of my vast load still held within his distended
cheeks. As he finally allowed my softening dick to slide from his mouth, a
small amount of my cum trailing after it, dad slowly turned my thick seed
around in his mouth for a short while as he turned himself around until he
was laid beside me, before slowly swallowing it down. He was literally
dripping with sweat, as was I, and I thick line of my cum streaked down his
chin. I felt as though I had sweated almost every last drop of fluid from
within me, and my face was splattered with my father's seed, his vigourous
face-fucking having pumped it out from my mouth and sending it in all
directions. My jaw ached incredibly, and my neck felt as though it was going
to be sore for the rest of the camping trip. But I had never felt happier,
or more fulfilled.

"You taste incredible, son. That was some load you gave your old man there.
You beat me by a mile. But then, it was my second round." I was completely
spent, even though I'd only cum the once. I could only manage to sigh, long
and deep, as dad climbed on top of me and we ebraced tightly, our mouths
connecting hard, as we kissed deeply, the taste of our loads mingling
between us. "We'd better get cleaned up before going to sleep," dad
announced finally after kissing and writhing against each other for what
felt like hours. My strength had returned somewhat in that time, but I
simply groaned and held him close to my, one hand gently massaging a firm
globe of his ass, my fingers tentatively exploring a little way into that
deep, sweaty, hairy crack.

"I want to sleep like this," I purred with an impish grin as my middle
finger gently contacted with his fleshy ring, making him gasp and grind his
limp dick against mine for a moment. "I want to go to sleep, covered by your
cum and sweat, with you holding me tightly all night." My finger once again
stroked against the soft ring of muscle at the entrance to dad's ass, but
this time dad sighed and pushed back against my finger, and it was swallowed
up to the first knuckle.

"Ooh, that felt so good when you did that earlier, Alex. With that and your
fingers on my nipple, I couldn't stop myself." By now, dad had ground his
ass backwards onto my entire finger, and was spreading his legs wider apart.
"Everything you do just turns me on so... ahh..." Another finger began
sliding its way through his soft ring, his sweat acting as lubricant,
cutting off his train of thought. But then dad seemed to regain his
composure a little, and slowly pulled off from my gentle fingering of his
hole.

"Come on, son. I've shot two incredible loads tonight. Your old man's not
superhuman. I expect you're ready to collapse after that monster cum-session
you had, too. Let's clean off in the stream, then we can get some sleep, and
pick up tomorrow where we left off today." As he said this, he began to back
out of the tent, and just as he was almost outside, leant forward and
scooped me up in his arms, carrying me out into the dark clearing. The pale
light from the tent afforded us just enough light to make our way down to
the stream by, with my hands wrapped around my father's large, powerful
frame.

He waded into the water until it was up to his waist, then suddenly flung me
forward, into the deeper water. I yelped as I flew the short distance
through the air, but thankfully the cool that had descended within the
clearing was almost equal to the warmth that the slow, lazy stream had
retained from the day, making my plunge into the water not quite so
shocking.

After getting used to the water's temperature, the two of us splashed around
for a little bit, rough-housing like we used to do when I was a kid. Dad
would lock his arms around my torso and plunge me beneath the water for a
moment, before releasing his grip, allowing me to surface once again. Maybe
he remembered how I had panicked earlier in the day when he had forced me
beneath the water, pressing my submerged face into his stiff cock for the
first time.

As our bodies began to lightly shiver from the cooling temperature, we
finished removing the sweat and cum from our bodies, some of the cum now
dried into our body hair. We then waded back onto dry land and scooted up to
the tent, both of us now shivering violently, before grabbing our towels and
  starting to dry ourselves off in the cool evening air, our teeth
chattering and our skin covered in goose-flesh.

Half-dry, I then walked up to dad and began to dry him myself, his arms
automatically dropping to his sides, his towel clutched in his right hand. I
worked the soft towelling over his broad, powerful chest, removing any last
drops that hid and clung in the forest of dark hair. I moved downwards to
his belly in brisk circular motions, shaking hard as I dried my father's
glorious body. As I knelt down to begin drying his groin and legs, dad began
to dry me, his large powerful hands rubbing the towel energetically over my
back.

We continued to rub over each other's bodies until we were both completely
dry, then placed our towels spread out on the ground to dry overnight, as it
wasn't cold enough for dew, before crawling into the tent.

The stench of sweat and cum was powerful, and my cock instinctivally
twitched as I breathed in the smell, brief images of what had happened
between father and son that evening passing through my mind.

I was broken from my daydreaming by dad, who was pushing past me, his
sleeping bag, splattered with patches of cum and sweat, balled up in his
hands.

"I'd better wash this out and leave it to dry with the towels, otherwise
it'll be ruined."

"I don't mind; it'd mean you'd have no choice but to share mine all week," I
called after him as he trotted naked towards the stream once more. Although
there wasn't enough light to see anything more of him than a dark
silhouette, the sound of his deep but gentle chuckling drifted back to my
ears, making me smile as I unzipped my own bag and crawled in, waiting for
dad to return.

"Well, we could have a hundred sleeping bags, but I'd only sleep in the same
one as my boy," he replied as his head poked through the entrance to the
tent, grinning at me, his wide smile framed by that wonderful, neatly
trimmed goatee, his eyes flashing with a mischevious look. I flipped open
the top half of my sleeping bag, revealing my naked form to him once more
whilst simultaneously inviting him to join me. He winked at me as his arm
reached up and doused the camping lantern, and we were suddenly engulfed in
darkness. Then the solid form of my father's body began sliding up against
me, his feet delving into the bottom of the sleeping bag entwining with
mine. As he rolled over onto his side, facing me, I flipped the cover of the
bag over him, and reached over, zipping us up, before sliding back down to
face him.

Our arms snaked around each other's cold bodies as we hugged tightly
together, and the scratchy hairs of my father's goatee were suddenly upon my
face as he slowly covered it with gentle kisses. His hands ran in large
circles over my back as his lips rained their soft caresses over my face and
neck.

"I love you, Alex," he whispered, almost breathlessly, as he continued his
adoration of my face.

"I love you, too, dad," I replied without hesitation, my arms pulling him
even tighter for a moment to emphasise my words. Then our lips connected,
and as our heads slowly sank into the soft pillow, we gently kissed, our
mouths lightly caressing each other, our lips moving over the other's. We
stayed like that for what seemed like an age, just embracing and kissing as
sleep began to fall upon us.

Just as dad's breathing deepened and his kisses trailed off, I turned over
onto my other side, my back to him, yawning contentedly as I did so. Dad
immediately wrapped his thick, strong arms around me once more and pulled me
tightly into his slightly bent torso, spooning me. His head nuzzled up
against the nape of my neck, the coarse hairs of his goatee gently brushing
against the sensitive skin.

"Goodnight son," dad murmured groggily, then gently kissed the back of my
neck as sleep finally overtook him. I clutched his hairy forearms that
circled my chest, protecting me, feeling completely fulfilled as I drifted
towards my own sleep, the warmth of my dad's naked, powerful body passing
into my own, his long, deep breaths flowing over the nape of my neck.

"Goodnight, dad," I whispered into the still evening air as I descended into
peaceful sleep.



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