Camping with Dad

Dad's warm brown eyes were penetrating my heart now, he went in for a kiss and as soon as I felt his lips touch mine I melted in his strong arms.  This was the best feeling I could ever imagine until I felt Dad's tongue slip between my lips and start making love with my own tongue, it was so passionate that we both simultaneously started running our hands through each other's hair, trying to pull our faces closer together.  I loved feeling the strength, and thickness of my Dad's body next to mine as he pulled me closer to him, the heat inside the tent from our body connection was warming things up fast.

The scent from those musky men ejaculating all over my Dad's body was more intoxicating than I could imagine, and that scent engulfed the tent now, I'm sure outside there was passionate steam coming from the tent as well.

The kissing was becoming more passionate by the seconds, I was now running my hands through my Dad's thick hair, and Dad was grabbing my ass while moaning in my mouth.

I could taste all the different men that had penetrated my Dad, and the ones that shoved their cock down his throat.  Simultaneously we began to undress each other with our eyes, Dad's warm skin next to mine was creating a scent of its own.   Since Dad was going to let me have my way with his ripe, musky muscled butt, I wanted to get some foot action in before that.

The tent was a decent size, I was able to free myself from Dad's strong jaw, and full lips that were kissing me so deep.  I maneuvered myself into the sixty nine position, sliding myself down Dad's strong muscled thighs until his foot was in my face.

"What are you doing, Son?"  Dad asked me with a soft voice.

Finally going to do everything I wanted, starting with your big stinky feet Dad.  They are so perfect and big, that scent is so strong, I've always wanted to taste them.  That's what I wanted to say, instead I said, "I want to hear another story about you and Grandpa while I rub your feet, Daddy."

"Like Father, like Son.  I would be happy to tell you another story, but I want you to suck on my toes just the way a baby does with his pacifier.  Okay?"

When I heard my Dad say he wanted me to suck on his toes, a jolt went through my cock and out my asshole, as if I just came inside my own ass.  Pure heaven I was about to be in, and Dad wanted it just as much as I did, starting from his feet up to his face, I was going to lick every smelly, and musky inch of my own Father.

Dad already had his boots off, so the treat of his damp, musky socks was so much fun to remove from Dad's feet.  The way he wiggled his toes under my nose released a strong odor of leather and vinegar.  I had to take in the view before I started sucking on each of Dad's toes, starting with that big toe, the taste was a little salty, and sour, perfect for toe sucking.  When Dad saw I had a rhythm going with his feet, he began the story.

"After your Grandmother passed away, it was just Grandpa and me.  Your Grandpa did his best to be both a Father and Mother to me, but I knew it was a little too much for him to handle.  Grandpa is a man's man, he wasn't about to start doing laundry, cooking, cleaning, so those became my responsibilities."

I rubbed Dad's toenail on the roof of my mouth, this made Dad moan out a little.  Then I heard his pants unzip!

"No Dad."  I stopped him, "I want to undress you from head to toe."

"That's what I used to do to your Grandpa.  Go ahead Son, I am all yours."  Dad said with such a warm smile.  I could tell he was loving this moment we were about to share, the same way he did with his own Father.

"So the first time I did the laundry it was an experience I'll never forget.  Most men don't care about personal undergarments, and your Grandpa never bought a new pair of underwear after your Grandmother died, so you can imagine how worn some of his jockey shorts are.  There were times that your Grandpa would wear the same pair of white fruit of the loom briefs, the stains would start to set in.  The yellow piss stains in the front pouch, and sometimes those tan marks on the seat."

As soon as I heard my Dad mention Grandpa's tan marks on his white briefs, I sucked even harder on my Dad's stinky feet.

Dad continued with his story, "I remember how much I look forward to laundry days, and what kind of surprises your Grandpa would leave for me.  It was one Christmas that I decided to play a little joke on your Grandpa, and in his Christmas stocking above the fireplace I bought him a red silk thong, a size too small."

I made my way up Dad's strong calf muscles up to his thighs, inhaling his strong scent through his clothes that I was about to remove.  When I got to Dad's zipper, I looked up at him and seeing that big smile made my heart melt.  This strong stud was just pounded at a roadside grill, and now he was sharing his story of his experience with his own Father.  I really loved my Dad more than anything at that moment.

Dad continued, "When Grandpa saw the tiny thong he started laughing, and thought maybe the stockings got mixed up.  I finally had to tell him that I bought them for him, and said he should try them on."

I pulled Dad's jeans off almost too aggressively, but I loved hearing my strong Dad whimper like a sissy when those jeans came off.  I left his string bikini underwear on, that site of his strong body, wearing such tiny underwear was a pure vision of male sexualiness.

Dad continued, "Watching your Grandpa try and wiggle his big ass, and adjust his bull size nuts and beer can size cock in that soft silk pouch of the thong was such a site to see.  I had to help him adjust the front pouch, which just made your Grandpa erect right in front of my face.  Grandpa's huge, hard cock, was sprung to life and that thong could not hold it all in.  It slapped my face when it fell out of the thong, and both your Grandpa and I started laughing."

I used my teeth to remove Dad's bikini underwear, his dick slapping my face as the bikini underwear were pulled down his hips.  The scent from Dad's pubes and crotch area was so strong, with many different man scents, each with their own musk.

Dad continued, "Grandpa apologized for that and I don't know what came over me but I just grabbed your Grandpa's huge cock and scolded it 'Don't you ever do that again'  that feeling of holding your Grandpa's rod, the warm silky feeling, the pulsing veins, the mushroom head almost as big as my fist.  Grandpa started moaning out 'Oh Son, that feels so good.'  I knew my Dad hadn't been touched since your Grandmother had died.  That mushroom head of his started to drip immediately, and I felt sorry that my Dad went years without any oral satisfaction."

I began to stroke my Dad's raging boner, taking in the musky odor with each stroke.

Dad continued with his story, "So I decided I was going to pleasure your Grandpa right then and there.  It would be the first cock I ever had in my mouth, and because it was your Grandpa, I was so happy."

I started licking the tip of Dad's mushroom cock head.

Dad continued with the story, his breathing becoming harder. "I knew it was going to be a challenge from the size, but I was so determined to make sure your Grandpa was satisfied.  I remember his scent was being musky, and when I brought my face up to the head of his cock and let my tongue taste Grandpa's pre cum, I knew I wanted his load down my throat.  The taste was almost like a salty cake batter."  

Dad then asked me, "How do I taste Son?"

"Better than I thought, such a manly taste Dad, how does that happen?"  I said with tongue licking up Dad's stiff rod like a lollipop. 

"The older you get, the stronger the taste becomes."   Dad informed me.

"I want to taste all of you Dad."  I said with so much eagerness.

"Don't worry Son, you will get to taste every inch of your Daddy's body before we leave here."  Dad said with a sparkle in his eyes as he watched me suck his cock like a lollipop while he continued his story.  "Your poor Grandpa could hold on much longer 'Oh dear god, this is heaven.' Grandpa moaned as his thighs began to shake.  I knew I was going to get the explosion of a lifetime."

At that moment I decided to test my oral skills completely, taking my Dad's thick cock all the way down my throat.  Dad's thighs started to shake and I could feel his rod pulsing in the depths of my throat, releasing his creamy precum that also tasted like salty cake batter.

"Oh Son....."  Dad moaned when he grabbed hold of my head, locking his fingers in my thick wavy hair.  Dad began to face fuck me, and my throat was open for it.  I could feel my eyes watering and when Dad was about to explode he curled his toes and let out the loudest moan.  

Blast after blast of hot seamen filled my stomach, it was incredible!  I kept sucking as hard as I could, trying to get every last drop, this was making Dad squirm like a girl being fingered in a porn movie.  I was getting so turned on by the site of this I don't know what came over me next, but I decided to stick my finger deep inside my Dad's wet butthole!

Dad looked at me with a brief moment of shock, he was watching me swallow his dick while fingering his asshole.  Then that warm smile came over his face, his eyes rolled back in his head and he spread his legs open for me.

"What happened after that, Daddy?"  I asked my Dad.  At that moment I felt like such a naughty girl, my Dad's sperm was inside me and I wanted to do the same to him.  Watching my Dad take all those huge cocks at the Roadside Grille, I knew that was what he enjoyed most.

Dad finally caught his breath and continued with his story, "well Son, kinda like what just happened here.  I could feel your Grandpa's massive cock ready to explode.  He tried to push my head away, but my throat was locked on his rod, I grabbed hold of Grandpa's meaty ass, and drove his cock all the way into my stomach. I had to breath through my nose, and all I could smell was Grandpa's musky pubes."

I kept fingering my Dad's butthole, and it was becoming more wet and open.  I pulled my finger out from the suction Dad's asshole had on it, and Dad made the cutest girl sound, "Ohh...." Dad moaned out, I then inserted two fingers and Dad smiled like a baby.

"What happened next Daddy?"  I asked as I began to make myself comfortable between my Dad's hairy, muscled thighs.  With two fingers fucking my Dad's wet asshole, I wanted to taste his butt juices so bad and nothing was going to stop me now.

"The scent of your Grandpa's pubes were so strong my cock started to leak, and when I felt that warm cream blast from his cock hit the back of my throat and jet into my stomach I started sucking as hard as I could, almost like a vacuum."

I manage to get my face between my Dad's ass, spreading his legs wide open, exposing his wet musky asshole.  When Dad started to wink his asshole at me, I dove in, tongue first!

"Son!"  My Dad moaned out as my tongue pushed all the way inside his shit shute. 

The taste was almost indescribable!  First there was the salt from Dad's man pussy, then the sweat from camping and no real showers hit me, and last was the jizz mixed from the Roadside Grille gang bang.

This was turning Dad into a naughty slut, just like I watched him before I passed out at the Roadside Grille.   .  His asshole stretched open to the limits in this position, allowing me full access to my Dad's love tunnel.

"When your Grandpa's knees started to shake I knew I did my job well......OH son, that feels so good, don't stop."  Dad tried continuing with the story as my tongue did circles inside his wet love hole.

I love watching the expression on my Dad's face, he became so sensual rolling his eyes back, opening his mouth with ecstasy, moaning like a sissy slut.  Then I felt my Dad's big, warm hand grab hold of my rock hard cock and lead it towards his exposed asshole, I knew my Dad was a total bottom, and with an ass as juicy as his it would be a shame if he wasn't.

Then I heard the magic words come from my Dad's beautiful lips, "Do you want to fuck me, Son?"

TO BE CONTINUED