Camping with Dad

Was that really my Dad's voice that I heard,  I had to get a closer look!

"I'm gonna shoot!"  A husky voice said as I heard the smacking of flesh.  Then I heard it again, it was my Dad!

"Fill my pussy stud, I want all of it, shoot that thick load inside me!"

There were too many men standing around the stall that I wasn't able to see my Dad in action, if that was really my Dad.  I worked my way over to the next stall and was able to stand on the toilet to look over into the other stall.  What I saw was shocking, there was my Dad, completely naked bent over the toilet, his big round man ass was being pounded by a stud Truck Driver, and that Truck Driver had a huge cock!  I was there just in time to watch him pull that thick cock from my Dad's hot ass, cum was dripping from my Dad's asshole and he was loving every minute of it!

"Who's next to pound my wet hole?"  my Dad said looking over his shoulder at the dozen of men with their pants down and cocks out ready to fuck my Dad in the ass.  I never knew my Dad was such a nasty bottom pig, he then reached back and spread open his big ass cheeks, exposing his asshole, sticking a finger inside and retrieving some of the cum from the Truck Driver's load that filled him up.  Dad looked back at all the men lusting after his huge melon ass, he then stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking all the cum off of it while licking his lips.  All the men starting howling at my Dad and he was loving it, like a slutty wife in heat, I then saw this thick Black Man push the men aside to get to my Dad.  When my Dad saw how big the Black Man's dick was his jaw dropped to the floor and his eyes grew bigger than ever.

"My turn."  The Black Man said with a low husky voice.  The look on my Dad's face was a bit concerned, that monster black cock was going to be a challenge, but Dad was always up for any kind of challenge.  The other men standing around started cheering on the Black Man as he dropped his pants and made his way to my Dad's big melon cheeks that he was holding apart with both hands, revealing his used hairy man pussy.

"That's a huge cock man, go easy."  My Dad said as he removed his hands from his butt cheeks and braced himself against the toilet.

"Shut the fuck up!"  The Black Man growled as he stood behind my Dad and spread my Dad's legs apart even further than Dad had anticipated.  This had Dad's man pussy stretched tight and the Black Man was loving it.  "I'm gonna pound that white pussy good!"  With one motion he had his huge cock rammed all the way inside of Dad's asshole, Dad screamed like a woman!

"OH FUCK!"  Dad screamed, his eyes were pressed tight and he was screaming in pain.  This was driving the other men wild and they kept cheering on.  The Black Man was so forcefully fucking my Dad, I almost wanted to help Dad then I saw his eyes roll back and he began moaning like a bitch in heat.  "Yes, yes, give me that big black cock!  Oh god yes, pound my pussy!  Fill me up, fill me with your load!"

The Black Man started pounding Dad's big juicy ass harder, making shockwaves on Dad's big melons.  Dad was holding on tight to the toilet seat, his asshole was getting worked hard and started to get sloppy which was driving the Black Man wild.    My cock was throbbing so hard in my jeans and I could feel a wet spot forming, this was all to much for me to handle and hearing all the other men yelling:

"Yeah, fuck his big ass, he loves it!"

"Pound that pussy!"

"Harder, fill his man cunt!"

"Tear that shit up!"

"Fuck him good!

Dad was loving every second of it, and putting on a show for these other men came natural to him.  Was Dad doing this all the time, was my Dad a big bottom slut?  My mind was filling with so many questions, I felt myself becoming very warm inside then I heard the Black Man shout!

"I'm shooting my load inside you!"

"YES!"  Dad looked over his shoulder at the Black Man and screamed.  "Fill my pussy with your load!"  

The Black Man thrusted so hard it almost knocked my Dad to the floor!   All the men starting shooting their loads, each one yelling for my Dad to take it!  The room started spinning and I lost my balance, the next thing I knew I was on the ground in the middle of the bathroom with all the men standing around me.   What was happening, did I just dream this, where am I?  Everything then went black, and when I woke up I was back in the tent, in the woods.

I slowly sat up in the tent, Dad must have heard me and quickly crawled inside the tent with me.

"What happened?"  I asked.

"Are you okay?  How are you feeling son?"  Dad asked, so concerned it was cute how gentle he was tending to me.

"I'm okay.  What happened though?"

"You fell and hit your head."

"When?"

"Earlier today."

"Where was I?"

"We went for lunch at the Roadside Grille, you slipped inside the bathroom."

So was all of this a dream, or did I watch my Dad get gang banged inside that bathroom?  I was confused and there was no way I was going to ask my Dad that question, but I had to know.  Dad's man scent was strong as he sat close to me, but something was different, there was a different odor that was all over him and it made my cock stand at attention.   The scent was a mixture of Dad's musky crotch, and seamen, but many different scents of seamen, mixed with sweat and not just Dad's sweat, it smelt like sex from a whore house, and I'm sure it was the one my Dad starred in, getting his man pussy filled by all those studs, load after load.  There was no way I was dreaming this, Dad was taking it in the bathroom at the Roadside Grille, and I saw it all with my own eyes.

"I think I remember going into the bathroom."  I said, trying to fish for something that would confirm my thoughts of Dad in a raunchy gang bang.

"You must have ordered our lunch and then came looking for me."  Dad said with a warm tone, nothing fearful about being discovered was in his voice.

"That's right, you went to the bathroom, and I went looking for you."

"What else do you remember?"  Dad asked as he put his arm around me, I could smell his musk from his arm pits.

"I remember there were a lot of men in the bathroom, standing around, I think they were cheering someone on?"

"Do you remember anything before the Roadside Grille?"

"We were rafting."

"We were."  Dad said with a big smile.  "There were some pretty big rapids, do you remember?"

"Yes, I remember almost flying out of the raft."

"You did almost fly out but do you remember where you landed?"

"I landed on top of you."  I wasn't sure where Dad was going with this but it was making me excited to find out.

"Yes son, you did land on me, your face nosed dived right into my asshole."

"Sorry about that Dad."  I said.

"Don't be Son, I know you like the way your Dad smells, my masculine scent.  It's okay Son, I like the way men smell too."  It seemed so natural for Dad to be talking to me about this.  There was something about the way he looked at me, as if he was seeing himself as a teenager.  "When I was your age, my Dad and I would go camping just like this.  Boy I loved at the end of the day when he would take off his boots and socks, then when he undressed and got into the tent.  The whole tent would smell like his musky crotch, and sweaty feet, it drove me crazy."

"Did you do anything with your Dad?"  I asked, feeling my cock starting to drip pre-cum with the thought of my Dad as a teenager lusting after his masculine smelling Father.  

Grandpa was a silver fox Daddy that was in great shape for his age, a thick man like my Dad, and I remember he had a strong masculine scent every time we would visit him at his house in the country.  I stayed one weekend with Grandpa and he had left his dirty jockey briefs in the bathroom after he showered.  He must have worn them for three days, the scent was so strong and there were tan marks right on the stretched fabric over his asshole.  

"He caught me once smelling his dirty jockey briefs, and asked if I wanted to smell the real thing.  That's when it started."  Dad said with his warm brown eyes staring into mine.  If he only knew I was doing the same thing, smelling his musky briefs, his dirty socks, and sometimes his sweaty leather loafers, the scent was so intoxicating.

"Then what happened?"  I asked my Dad wondering if he and his father messed around, and if so, would I be so lucky to mess around with my Dad.

"I was nervous to let my father know I was  so intoxicated by his manly scent."

"So you didn't say anything?"  I asked, feeling a little disappointed where this was going.

"I didn't have to say anything.  My father started to strip right in front of me until he was completely naked.  He smiled at me when he saw my jaw drop to the floor, then he turned around, bent over and spread his ass cheeks open for me and said 'Nice and ripe son, have at the real thing, it's okay son' he then looked over his shoulder and winked at me with the warmest smile."  Dad told me and I noticed he blushed a little.

"What did you do then?"

"As soon as he spread his big ass and I got a whiff of his musky asshole and sweaty balls hanging low, I couldn't control my hormones and I dove right in.  Kinda the way you dove into my ass on the rapids."  Dad shifted his eyes towards my stiff cock that was making a large wet spot for him to notice.  "It was the best experience, and it was my first experience with a man.  Being that it was your Grandfather made it all the more special."

"Wow Dad, I had no idea?"  I said now feeling myself blushing in front of my Dad.

"Is this something that you want to do Son?"  Dad's warm brown eyes were sincere and they sparkled in a way that made me feel safe with him.  "Would you like to taste your Dad's manly asshole?  If you're still curious that is?"

"Oh Dad, I've wanted this for so long."  I was finally going to taste and smell my Dad's ripe, man pussy.  I had to pinch myself quickly to make sure I wasn't dreaming, then my Dad grabbed me and pulled me close to him, our eyes locked and he smiled at me.

"I love you son."

"I love you Dad."

THE END......