Subject: Road Tripping with Dad, Part 2 Dad and I quickly set the campsite up – all we had was a simple two person tent. Dad usually used it by himself. He’d taken up hiking and camping a lot in the past few years, and the two person tent was plenty big for him. The sun had gotten low in the sky by the time everything was set. Halfway through setting up the tent, Dad took his tanktop off. I watched, my heart pounding, as the beads of sweat dripped down his chest and down to his slightly furry belly. “Take yours off, Eric,” he said, “just us out here.” “No, I’m good. Don’t want to get sunburned.” I really just needed to keep the shirt on because my hard dick was poking out the top of my shorts. He shrugged. “How about a swim, then?” he asked. “Looks like we have some time before we want to start dinner. There’s a swimming hole not far from here.” I took a look down at my tank, which was drenched in sweat. “Yeah, that sounds good,” I said. “Nice,” Dad said, and went back to the tent. He disappeared inside the opening for a second, rummaging around in his bag, and came back out with his swim trunks on. I walked back to the truck, where I’d left my bag. I crawled into the backseat and found my pair. I shut the door so my dad wouldn’t see. I pushed my shorts and the jock to my knees and my hard dick flopped up and smacked my stomach. Damn, I could not get rid of this thing. I glanced out the window – my dad had his back to me, but I could see how muscular it was and how broad his shoulders were. I watched a bead of sweat drip down his shining back. Okay, this hard dick wasn’t going away. I sighed and slipped on my trunks, flipped my dick up, and hopped out of the truck. I covered the bulge with my towel. We went down to the swimming hole, which was right next to a changing room/bathroom. The sky was getting dark ; the sun was going down and I noticed some clouds gathering. “Hope it doesn’t rain…” Dad mumbled. The swimming hole was basically empty. It looks like everyone had the same thought about the rain. “Let’s be quick in case it does rain,” Dad said. He ran out to the dock and jumped in. I took the opportunity to quickly take off my shirt, throw my towel to the side and wade into the water. Now my hard Dick was hidden. We swam for a few minutes, each doing our own thing. The cool water helped me get my Dick under control, and I was able to float on my back, relaxing and enjoying being cool for the first time that day. My mind started to drift. For some reason, it went back to my dads room. It was a place I’d spend a lot of time in when he wasn’t home. There was something about it… the smell, the energy of the place just made me go crazy. I thought about him laying in those sheets naked. Waking up with morning wood and jerking off, not even bothering to clean up the sheets when he left because he would be late. tuzla escort I imagined the dry cum staining his sheets. His underwear. I went into the laundry basket. I dug around for a minute, and then I found some – a pair of his dirty underwear. My dad was old fashioned – he only ever wore white briefs. Very classic. These were definitely a pair he had worked out in – they were still a bit damp from his morning run. I immediately put them up to my nose and inhaled. My hand found my jeans button and took them down, fumbling for my growing dick. “You ready?” My dad startled me back to reality. I was still floating on the lake, but he was on the shore toweling off. I watched his bulge moving in his wet suit. “We should probably get back before it rains.” “Yeah,” I said, swimming to shore. “I’m gonna shower off before we head back to camp,” Dad said, and turned toward the changing rooms behind him. I scrambled to my towel and started to dry off as I heard the first rumble of thunder. I hurried after my dad. The changing room was pretty bare bones – tiles on the floor, walls and ceiling. In the front were bathroom stalls and urinals with sinks. There was a corner at the end of the row where I assumed the showers were. I turned the corner and saw it was a communal shower, with a central circle of shower heads in the center of the room and drains all around. There were benches lining the outside of the room. As I came around the corner, I saw we were the only ones here. But it wasn’t the only thing I saw. It was just in time to see my dad pull his swimsuit down to his ankles. His dick unfurled between his legs, and came to rest with a satisfying little slap on his thigh. I gulped. There it was, dangling in all its glory – the dick that made me. I hadn’t seen it in years, although I had longed to. I’d tried to spy Dad coming out of the shower, but there was never a good excuse to be in his room. It was nice and plump, and almost looked like he had a little semi, although it still hung heavy over his ballsack. His pubes were untrimmed, the black hair adorning the base of his shaft. His balls were smooth, and hung almost to the tip of his dick. He stepped out of his shorts, flinging them back up onto the bench. He stood back up, hands on his hips, and stretched. His dick was displayed in all its glory. I could have sworn it grew just a bit bigger, but that could have just been a trick of the light. He then headed toward the shower heads, totally nude. “You coming?” He asked. I realized I’d just been standing in the entrance, staring. “Uh…yeah,” I said, slowly making my way to a bench. What was I going to do? I watched my dad turn on the shower and start rinsing off. The water ran down his belly and over his pubes, then dripped down his fat dick –was it even bigger now? It looked like it. There was no chance I wasn’t going to tuzla escort bayan be hard as a rock. And my dad would see. “Come on, we should hurry,” he said, but all I could see was his dick flopping between his thighs as he shifted his weight. I turned and looked down — yep, still hard. But something about it was so exciting. There was a fire running through my chest, and all of a sudden, I just didn’t care. I dropped my suit to the floor and stepped out of it. My hard dick popped up and steadied itself, then stuck out in front of me, proudly. I made my way to the showers, seemingly oblivious to my hard cock bouncing in front of me. I felt light headed — this, showering with my dad, was a fantasy I’d gotten off to so many times. And now my dick was hard in front of him. “Exciting swim, huh?” He asked as I joined him at the shower head next to him. He nodded toward my boner. I expected to feel mortified, but I didn’t. I felt emboldened. “Hah, guess so,” I said, as if I had just noticed. Then I took a few pumps of soap from the dispenser and began to lather up. I spent a few minutes on my upper body, then just went to work on my cock. I lathered up the base. I stole a glance at my dad – he was busy with his legs. I turned to the side, so my dad could still see me, but I wasn’t looking at him. I started stroking my hard dick with the soap. Slowly, base to head. Then back again. My other hand grabbed my balls and slowly started to knead them in my hand. My dad was a few feet away. He stood up and I could tell he caught a glimpse of what I was doing, but he kept lathering himself up as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I could tell he was a little caught off guard. I lost some of my steam then, and I turned my back to him. I was still rubbing my hard cock, and it felt INCREDIBLE – the sensations running through my shaft and balls were making me shudder, and it was so much better knowing my dad was right there. Watching. At that moment I heard his shower head turn off. “I’ll catch you back up at the site,” Dad said, heading for the benches. “Want to get dinner started.” “Mhm,” I said, my back to him, still furiously working my cock. I slowly rubbed the head, and a spasm of pleasure ran through my legs. My breath was trembling. I continued as dad put his clothes back on and left. I heard the door shut behind him. “Fuck!” I yelled, so turned on and frustrated. I forced myself to stop. I know I could have shot ropes of cum right then and there, but I wanted to save it. The rain started right after dinner. When I got back to the site, Dad had hot dogs ready to go. I ate a few, then we moved into the tent as the clouds opened up. It was a heavy rain, and the sound on the top of the tent was loud. “Damn, this definitely was not on the forecast,” Dad said. He spent the evening reading, I spent it on my phone. It was how we escort tuzla did it most nights, but tonight was a bit different for me. All I could do was scroll through dirty stories about dads and sons. I had my go tos, and I started reading them now, on my phone, with my dad a few feet away, thinking god knows what. The edging in the shower ensured my dick stayed rock hard while we were in that tent. Finally my dad turned to me. “Gonna get some sleep,” he said, “Let’s try to be on the road by 8.” “Sure,” I said, still engrossed in the erotica in front of me. Dad turned off his flashlight and settled down into his sleeping bag, a few feet to my right. I did the same in mine. My dick was throbbing. I knew I couldn’t ignore it any longer. The rain was falling loudly on the tent, which would cover any noises. I waited a few minutes until I could hear my dad’s even breathing. I looked over. He was on his right side, facing away from me. I turned to my left side, facing away from him, and slid my shorts down in my sleeping bag. I grabbed my rock hard dick and slowly began working it. A light rumble of thunder rolled through the woods and I allowed myself a light, soft moan. I was back in the changing room with dad. His suit had just come down, but instead of a light slap as it hit his thigh, I heard a loud thump as it popped up out of his suit and hit his stomach. It was rock hard. 7 inches like mine, with a throbbing vein protruding from the head all the way to the base. “This is what you want, right?” He asked, and then shook his hips a bit. His hard cock bobbed from left to right. “Yes,” was all I could say as I stumbled forward and fell to my knees. There it was. The dick that made me. Rock hard and an inch from my face. “Take it, then,” he said. “Fuck yes, dad,” I moaned out loud in the tent. I whipped open the zipper on the sleeping bag and pointed my dick out, then started shooting. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I knew what my dad’s dick looked like, and it was big and hard. And I needed it. I shot rope after rope of cum. They landed on the floor of the tent with a soft splatter. As soon as I felt my orgasm subside, I started to panic. How loud had I been? Had I actually said that out loud? The rain was still falling and I heard another rumble of thunder. I listened for Dad’s breathing – still soft and even. He probably hadn’t heard. I zipped the sleeping bag back up and let the rain put me to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, Dad’s sleeping bag was open and he was gone. I sat up and looked around the tent – he must have gone out for a piss. The rain had stopped. I looked to my left and chuckled a bit as I saw a few lines of dried, white cum on the rent floor next to me. damn, I came buckets. I was so incredibly turned on. I was pleasuring my own dick with my dad just a few feet away. I got out of my sleeping bag and stood up, stretching. That’s when I saw them. From my dad’s sleeping bag, little dry white lines on the floor of the tent. Stretching from his bag to the wall, on his right side. Almost identical to mine.