Dad’s just come back from his morning run. I went with him as usual, setting the pace a few yards ahead. Dad prefers it that way. He likes to look at my ass as part of the build up for the next bout of exercise we do as soon as we get home.
I’ve been nuts about my Dad’s butch hairy chest for as long as I can remember. It used to drive me crazy when I was a kid and we’d go to the beach. I always had to lie on my front to hide the boner in my trunks.
Now that I’m older, his chest still drives me crazy, but thankfully I don’t need to hide the boner I get as soon as I see it. Dad doesn’t hide his boner either, except when he buries it up my ass, which thankfully he does at least once every day.
My dad’s a bit of a handyman, and I’ve started to help him in the workshop. Not that I’m much help, especially when Dad takes his shirt off. All I can do is stare at his fabulous butch hairy chest. It’s a bit of a distraction to say the least. But Dad doesn’t seem to mind. Not does he mind me distracting him by pulling my jeans down and showing him my ass. It’s why he told me to start helping him in the first place. So he could show me how handy he is when it comes to doing some screwing with the big daddy tool he packs.
Mum thinks it’s silly that we still bath together like we did when we were kids. Dad thinks it’s perfectly natural, though. Apparently he used to do the same with his brother until he got married. I wonder if they got up to the same as we do. I reckon they did. And I reckon they're still at it.
"So tell me, Son. Do you normally pull your jeans down like that to have a piss?”
“No, Dad. I only do it when I’m in the woods with you.”
“Letting the old hound see the rabbit, eh?”
“Exactly. So come on, you dirty dog. Get out your cock, and give your pup the bone that it needs.”
It’s our first camping trip together since I turned eighteen, and it was going really well until now. Why is my dad doing this? I know he’s build up quite a sweat, but it certainly wasn’t bothering me.
As we’re in an isolated spot, Dad has no problems taking a wash naked. The water’s a bit cold, but he says its helping to cool his ardour. We’ve been fucking all day, and he’s just come for the third time, but his cock just wouldn’t go soft. Apparently this is helping, although it’s not helping me. I want my dad to stop this nonsense and come back into the tent so he can fuck me again. They say you need ‘Five a Day’, and that’s the minimum I expect on this trip.
I found it kind of weird the first time Dad and I properly kissed. But he insisted we did it before we did anything else. And I wanted to do so many things with him, so obviously I agreed.
I don’t find it weird anymore. I love kissing him, especially not that I’ve grown my own beard. It makes our sex so much better, not afraid to show the affection we feel, as well as the raw incestuous lust.
Some Gay Family Erotica thoughts from Fergie Boy