Camping with Dad

I never enjoyed camping with my Dad, we would get up at the crack of dawn, mom wasn't there to make our meals, and there were never any showers or bathrooms to use.  It wasn't until I reached the age of 18, my body had finally developed into a man, however I still had the prettiest ass, that of a high school gymnast, round, perky, it sat up high with just the right amount of giggle.  And I got that from my Papa, not my Mama, LOL.  Dad was the one with the ass in this family, he was all muscle, solid 6 feet, broad shoulders, built chest, thick calves, massive thighs, with a perfect size 31 waist, his ass was like two basket balls.  Dad's ass was  massive in all the right ways, it sat high, it curved perfectly to his thick thighs, and it had the same giggle mine did, only his was way bigger than mine, something I would look forward to having when I'm his age.

Let me back up for a minute, I have always been an ass man, I love everything about them, the way they look, move, smell, and taste.  I've only tasted one so far, that's another story.  Man, women, boy, girl, it didn't matter to me, if you had a round bubble butt, I was all over you like a puppy with a new toy.  It was when I was 13 years old that I first notice how amazing my Dad's ass was, and even better today.  Mom was making Sunday breakfast while Dad was still getting ready, Mom asked me to go fetch Dad and that's when it happened.  Sunday's were the day that Dad wore his fitted slacks and tucked in his shirt for the whole world to see the amazing size of his man ass.  He had a particular pair of beige slacks that fit him so tight, the material was so thin it was almost see through for everyone to see his tiny string bikini outline.  I noticed both men and women getting a good look at Dad's back side as he walked past them, just the right amount of giggle against the straining slacks covering his golden globes, Dad noticed it also, I think he enjoyed the attention.

I walked down the hall and towards my parents bedroom, their door was open and there was my Dad, standing with his back to me, wearing high french cut bikini briefs that almost turned into a thong on his massive bum, he had on some brown OTC socks and nothing else.  I could not stop staring at my Dad's big muscle ass, he noticed me staring and smiled.  I especially loved the fact my Dad wore the tiniest underwear made for men, and Mom was the one who bought them, could you blame her, I always caught her squeezing Dad's rump, and when he bent over she was always there to give him a nice smack, Dad enjoyed it.

"Son, can you hand me my pants"  Dad asked without turning so his ass was still in full view for me.

"Sure Dad,"  I handed Dad those beige slacks that I love to see him in.  Dad kept his back to me as he slipped on his slacks, when he bent over his underwear went even further up his ass, and my 13 year old dick was rock hard.  Dad looked over his shoulder, he could see my boner.

"Sorry, Dad"

"It's okay son, it happens all the time at your age."  Dad always had a way of making me feel so comfortable around him.  He wiggled and shimmied a little to get his big round ass, into those slacks that stretched to the limits across his ass cheeks, watching Dad do this was too much for me to handle, I ran out of the room as fast as  I could.  Why was I thinking of my father this way, my mind went into over drive with thoughts about my Dad's big juicy ass, does Dad enjoy his ass played with, what does it feel like, what does it taste like, what does it smell like, STOP it's your father for christ sakes.

At church all I could think about was what my Dad was wearing under those tight beige slacks, and how his tiny underwear barely covered his huge firm ass, not the best thoughts to be having at church!

Now at the ripe age of 18, and finally developing into a man I really started to enjoy these camping trips with Dad.  The night before Dad had everything packed in the truck and was making us breakfast burritos, I slipped on my sweat pants with no underwear on and grabbed my t-shirt.  I headed to the kitchen where Dad was, wearing some tight worn out wrangler jeans, and a blue flannel shirt that brought out the blue in his eyes, just like mine. More than ever I found myself with the urges to rape my Dad's ass, I had to go back and put on some tight briefs, the sight of Dad's big round ass in those jeans was too much for my 8 inches to handle in the morning.

We got to the camp site and set up the tent, which was now obviously too small for Dad and I to fit, though neither one of us said anything at the time.  Dad always like to hike on the first day so we wasted no time and began a hike.  I use to hate the hiking part of our trips until I was 13 and enjoyed the site of my Dad's massive rear end, walking behind him, staring at his muscle butt that giggled and bounce to each step, when he would squat or lunge in front of me, I want so badly to touch him and feel his firm melon glutes.  How can you think about touching your Dad's ass, he's your Dad, that would be incest, and the two of you are not gay, those were the thoughts that ran through my mind every time I stopped and enjoyed the view my Dad was giving me, best part was when he started sweating and a wet spot would appear right on his asshole.

After the hike Dad made us a light supper, and now it was time to hit the hay.  I wore my gym shorts that were a size to small, squeezing nicely around my bubble butt, and with no underwear on they always rode up my ass crack, making the outline of my perfectly round bubble butt visible.  I crawled into the tent and had a strange feeling Dad was watching me, I looked over my shoulder and sure enough Dad had his eyes on my rear as I crawled into the tent.  I laid back and watched Dad take off his flannel shirt, his chest and torso were so strong, slight amount of hair on his pecs and stomach with a trail that lead into those wranglers.  Dad kicked off his boots and crawled into the tent next to me.

"Tight squeeze in here, son"

Dad began to remove his socks, and the tent began to fill with the odor from his smelly feet.  Last summer was when I first took notice of Dad's feet, they were like Fred Flinstone feet, big, thick, shaped perfectly with a nice big toe leading the way, and a little fur on each toe.  Dad took care of his feet and they looked it, but don't let that fool you, Dad had some stinky feet, Mom always made him leave his boots outside.  I watched Dad remove his second sock and wiggle his toes.

"Sorry about the stinky feet, Son."

"I don't mind, Dad.  Mom's not around, and we're camping"

"That's true"

The scent was a mixture of musky leather from his boots, damp sweat from his socks, mixed with vinegar and a certain heat I couldn't explain.  The tent was filled with this scent now and I was getting a strange feeling in my groin, You sick pup, what are thinking of, sucking on your Dad's big stinky toes.  I laid back and tried to control my stiffness.

Dad sat and began to remove his tight ass wrangler jeans, they were practically glued to his massive ass and thick thighs.  I always got a kick out of Dad having to wiggle and giggle his big ass into any pair of pants, having a small waist and huge ass it was a challenge to find the right pants Mom would always say.  When Dad finally had the jeans slip over his enormous melons, they caught hold of his tiny red string bikini briefs.   For a brief moment a caught a glance of Dad's nice rump.

"Oops"  Dad quickly pulled up his bikini briefs.

Then it hit me, there was another scent that mixed into the tent when Dad's tiny underwear almost came off.  What was that, it was so strong, and now mixed with Dad's smelly feet my 8 inch cock was rock hard.  Am I smelling my Dad's asshole, is that what it was, fuck it smelt hot, DUDE STOP, that's your Dad!

Dad laid back resting his hands under his head, exposing his hairy and musky armpits, that was a scent I was use to since I can remember.  Dad holding me as a baby, he never wore deodorant and my face was always nuzzled in his pits when he would hold me.   Now laying under the stars next to this massive beautiful man, we made small talk before dozing off under the stars.

I was awaken by the light rain outside and Dad's comforting snore.  He was laying on his side with his back to me and there it was, that huge manly ass in those tiny red bikini briefs that were a thong now, riding up his huge mounds.  I let the back of my hand brush over his nice round melons, Damn your ass feels so good, what does it smell like, what does it taste like, what does it feel like inside, STOP!   My cock was rock hard again and it was leaking now, causing a spot in my shorts.  I had to get closer, I wanted to smell Dad's asshole so bad, the tent smelled so strong from his ManSents I was loosing all control......

TO BE CONTINUED........