The afternoon sun beat down on them as they finished the last leg of the trail. By the time they stumbled back to the cabin, both David and Aaron were drenched in sweat, their shirts clinging to their backs and their hair damp and matted. The air inside the cabin was thick with the earthy, musky scent that clung to them—a mix of exertion, dirt, and the raw, primal smell of two men who had pushed their bodies hard.
"Fuck, I need a shower," Aaron grunted, peeling his sweat-soaked t-shirt off and tossing it onto a chair. His chest and armpits were glistening, and the sharp, masculine aroma of his sweat filled the small space.
David watched, his own body humming with fatigue and a simmering arousal. "Yeah, me too."
"Well, don't just stand there, let's go. We're both gross, and there's no point in waiting," Aaron said, heading toward the bathroom without a backward glance. "It's just us guys, right? Like the gas station."
David followed, his heart thudding. The small bathroom quickly filled with steam as Aaron turned on the water. They stripped off the rest of their clothes in the cramped space, the damp fabric peeling away from their skin. The air grew heavier, thick with the combined scent of their sweat. As Aaron hooked his thumbs into his briefs and pulled them down, the musky, slightly sharp smell of his unwashed crotch hit David. He then did the same, the familiar scent of his own arousal mingling with his father's.
They stepped into the shower stall together, the hot water a welcome shock against their tired muscles. They stood shoulder to shoulder under the spray, the water running in rivulets through the hair on their chests and down their legs. For a moment, they just washed in silence, soaping their arms and faces. Then, Aaron handed David the soap.
"Here, get my back," he said, turning around.
David lathered up his hands, his fingers sliding over his father's broad, wet shoulders and down the solid plane of his back. He felt the firm muscles shift under his touch. When he was done, Aaron turned back around.
"My turn," he said, taking the soap. He ran his soapy hands over David's chest, his fingers grazing his nipples, which instantly hardened. David let out a shaky breath he didn't realize he was holding. Aaron's hands moved lower, washing his stomach and hips, his knuckles brushing against the base of David's half-hard cock. It was innocent, a byproduct of the tight space, but it sent a jolt of electricity straight through him.
They rinsed off in silence, the air thick with more than just steam. When they stepped out, they grabbed towels and dried themselves, their bodies pink and warm from the heat. They didn't bother getting dressed again, just wrapping the towels around their waists and walking back into the main room.
The comfortable silence from the hike had returned, but now it was charged with a new, unspoken energy. Sitting on the couch, the towels doing little to hide their renewed interest, David decided to break it.
"So, Dad... you and Mom, you know, you still...?"
Aaron laughed, a deep, genuine sound that echoed through the room. "Of course we do, son. We're not dead. Just not as... often as we used to be. What about you? Any special girl at the university?"
"Nah, not really," David admitted, his gaze flicking to the noticeable bulge under his father's towel. "I've hooked up a couple of times, but nothing serious. It's all pretty... mechanical, you know?"
"I know exactly what you mean," Aaron said, his own eyes wandering. "Sometimes you just want to feel something real, not just the act. But it's hard to find. You get older, you have a kid, a mortgage... the passion gets buried under a mountain of bills and responsibilities."
They talked on, the conversation flowing more easily than it ever had before. "How are you finding the biology course, anyway? Still enjoying it?" Aaron asked.
"Yeah, it's great. Challenging, though. My genetics professor is a real hard-ass. But it's cool, we're starting to get into some crazy stuff about gene expression and how environment can flip switches in your DNA. Makes you wonder how much of who we are is really... us, you know?"
Aaron nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. "I get that. It's like with my job. I started in accounting because it was stable, you know? Safe. But sometimes I wonder if I'd have been happier doing something more hands-on. Something with more... life in it. Maybe that's why I like these trips so much. It feels real."
They walked on, the conversation flowing more easily than it ever had before. They talked about the first time they'd each had sex, embarrassing stories from their youth, and the loneliness that sometimes crept in even when you were with someone. It felt less like a father-son talk and more like two guys sharing secrets.
Later, sitting on the couch, the unspoken tension from the shower returned, stronger this time. Aaron was the one to break it. He shifted, letting his towel fall open slightly.
"Well, son... about this morning. When I walked in on you."
David's heart hammered in his chest. "Yeah?"
"I was thinking," Aaron continued, his voice low. "It's just us here. No one to judge. And... I'm still pretty worked up from our talk. What do you say we... take care of it together? Like I joked about. No weirdness."
David couldn't speak. He just nodded, his throat dry.
Aaron stood up, letting his towel drop completely, his half-hard cock swinging free. He lay back on his bed, his hands behind his head. "Your turn."
David quickly undid his towel, his own dick rock hard and leaking. He lay down next to his father, the heat from his body radiating across the small space between them. For a moment, they just lay there, then Aaron reached down and wrapped his hand around his thick shaft. David followed suit.
The room was filled only with their heavy breathing and the slick sound of their hands moving up and down. David couldn't stop himself from watching his father, the way his muscles tensed and his hips began to move. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
"Fuck, I'm close," Aaron grunted, his strokes becoming faster.
"Me too, Dad," David breathed, his own orgasm building like a tidal wave.
Aaron came first, a thick rope of cum shooting up onto his chest and stomach with a loud groan. The sight of it sent David over the edge, and he cried out as his own release pulsed out of him, covering his hand and stomach in warm fluid.
They lay there for a long time, catching their breath, the smell of sex heavy in the air.
"Well," Aaron finally said, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "That was... something else."
"Yeah," David agreed, still panting. "It was."
They cleaned up with some tissues, but when it was time for bed, neither of them bothered putting on any clothes. They climbed under the cool sheets, their naked bodies just inches apart. It felt strange, but also incredibly right. David fell asleep listening to the steady rhythm of his father's breathing, more connected to him than he had ever been before.
***
The next morning, David woke up first. The pale morning light filtered through the cabin window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. He felt the warmth of his father's body next to him, their legs tangled together under the thin sheet. He could hear Aaron's deep, steady breathing. A full bladder prompted him to slip out of bed quietly, trying not to wake him. He padded to the bathroom and relieved himself, the sound loud in the quiet cabin.
When he came back out, Aaron was sitting up in bed, stretching his arms over his head with a groan. The sheet had pooled around his waist, leaving his muscular torso bare. He blinked sleepily at David.
"Morning," he rasped, his voice thick with sleep. "Don't suppose you saved me any of that coffee?"
"It's brewing," David smirked. "But first, nature calls for you too, I see." He nodded towards the tent Aaron was making under the sheet.
Aaron chuckled. "Can't help it. Morning wood." He threw off the sheet and stood up, his hard cock jutting out proudly. He didn't try to hide it. "Come on, let's go. The view from the porch is better than the toilet."
David followed him onto the wooden porch. The morning air was cool against their naked skin. They stood side-by-side at the railing, looking out at the misty surface of the lake. Aaron sighed contentedly as a strong, arcing stream of piss shot from his cock and down onto the damp earth below. David followed suit, the warmth spreading through him as he relieved himself. They stood there in silence, two naked men pissing off the porch at dawn, a strange and perfect moment of unspoken camaraderie.
"Fuck, I needed that," Aaron said, shaking the last drops off. He turned to David, a lazy grin on his face. "So. Last night."
"Yeah," David said, his heart starting to beat a little faster.
"No regrets?" Aaron asked, his eyes searching David's.
"None," David answered immediately. It was the truth.
"Good," Aaron said, his grin widening. "Because I was thinking... we've got one more morning before we have to go back. No reason to waste it."
