Father-Son Muscle Camp

Chapter 2

Dad consulted the small map on his phone to find our cabin. When we entered, I could instantly see that we wouldn’t be roughing it. The place was luxuriously appointed, with a massive bed, a large-screen TV, a small kitchen, and a large bath. A large window looked out on the pine trees in the forest.

“Not, bad, right?” dad said, and put down his small case. “Now, the second order of business is to get out of these things.” He quickly stripped off his shirt, shoes, and pants. He was going commando, and his huge daddy dick swung free.

I stood there, riveted as always by the site of my father’s body. Fuck, he was hot.

He smiled at me. “Come on, Eric, take ‘em off! You’ve been nude on the beach all week, so you’ve got a great tan to show off!” I stripped off my T-shirt, shorts, and underwear. Fortunately the weather was warm.

“Great!” he said as he came forward and slapped my back. “It’s good to see my big boy naked! Let me tell you, you’re going to go crazy over all the nude muscle dudes here. When they take a look at you, they’ll want to fuck you like mad, and vice versa.”

He took a look at his wristwatch, the only thing he still wore. “It’s nine-thirty. There’s going to be a camp meeting at ten-thirty, and we need to be there.”

“Camp meeting?” I asked. “What’s that about?”

He flashed a mischievous grin. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough. But I guarantee you’ll love it.”

I was intrigued, but it was clear he would say no more. We spent the next hour putting away the items we packed.

At around ten-fifteen dad led me outside to the clearing where the camp meeting was to be held. This gave me a chance to see the other men at the camp, and that was eye-opening to say the least.

For one thing, they were all muscled and toned. For another, they mostly seemed to be father-son pairs like me and my dad, or at least an older man with a younger one. It was all I could do to keep from throwing a rod, and there were plenty of other stiff dicks on display.

“Hey, there’s my buddy Carl!” dad called out, nodding toward a man striding toward us.

I almost passed out. My dad’s friend was one of my favorite professional bodybuilders—Carl Jeffers! I jerked off a lot looking at his photos on the internet. I thought he was one of the hottest men ever, with huge hairy pecs, muscles for days, and a big thick dick. He’d done a series of nude photos that always got me hard in a flash.

“Steve!” Carl greeted my dad with a smile and they exchanged a prolonged hug. Standing beside Carl was a boy about my age, and a real stunner, with a lot of Carl’s handsome looks. He also had a drool-worthy dick.

“Hi, Grady!” my dad said to the young man. “You’re looking hot, as always. I want you to meet my son Eric.”

Grady gave me a big smile. “Nice to meet you! I’m glad to see you’re as ripped as Steve said you’d be.”

“Hey,” Carl said. “We’d be better get settled for the meeting. It should be super-hot.” He gave me a sly wink.

Still puzzled, I followed dad to the meeting area, a large clearing with a circled array of big cushioned lounges, each bearing a cabin number and each of which accommodated two. Most were already occupied with the older-younger men pairs. Dad led me to ours, and hopped on top of it. “Get on here right beside me, Eric!” he said, and I joined him. “Comfortable, right?”

I stretched out my legs. Both my dick and my dad’s were semi-hard. The midday sun beat down on our naked bodies. Soon all the other lounges were occupied, and most of the guys had raging hard-ons also. We were all faced toward a round platform in the center of the meeting area.

A handsome nude man stepped up on the platform. He had salt-and-pepper hair, and his tightly muscled body was dusted with similar hair. He had a tight round ass and a large thick penis with an enormous mushroom head.

He was naked, of course, but wore a wireless microphone around his neck. “Good morning, guys!” he called out.

“Good morning, Dan!” everyone replied.

“For those of you who haven’t met me, I’m Dan Taylor, director of Camp Ironwood. It’s my extreme pleasure to welcome you to our annual father-son bonding kickoff!”

This announcement provoked a wave of applause and cheers. I turned toward dad. “Father-son bonding? What’s he talking about?”

Dad motioned for me to be quiet and listen.

“Some of you are new to Camp Ironwood, so let me explain how this works,” Dan continued. “One of our goals here is to bring fathers and sons closer together, and one of the best ways we know how to do that is through intimate sexual and erotic contact.”

What?!? Did he say what I thought he said? His statement was greeted with another explosion of cheers and whistles.

Dan waved to quiet everyone down. “Soon I’ll lead you through the opening bonding exercise. Those of you who have gone through our ritual knows how fucking hot it is. The one word of caution I want to give you is control. You’re going to get so fucking turned on you’ll want to cum right away. And some of you will cum quick, which is okay. But I want to proceed slowly. For many of you it will be agony. But I assure you, all good things come to men who wait!”

I looked at my father, who had a big grin on his face. I knew right then that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

He turned to me. “Eric, I know you’ve been wanting to get your hands on me for years. I wanted to wait until you were grown and the time was right. Now it’s here! This week is all about us enjoying each other. Go ahead, look at my hot body. Look at every fucking hot inch of it. It’s all yours.”

He reached out to grip my hand as Dan continued his address.

“Okay, men, let’s begin! Dads, stretch out and let your sons have a good look at you.”

My dad lay flat on the lounge as I kneeled beside him, drinking in every inch of the muscled contours of his incredible naked body. I especially was riveted on his amazing, stiff penis and his huge luscious pecs.

Dan’s voice lowered. “Yeahhh….your dad’s body is super hot right? Isn’t it a trip seeing your big dad spread out completely nude for your pleasure? Take a good look at his handsome face, his firm jaw. Now look down at his big muscled shoulders. They’re pure masculine power, aren’t they? Huge and rock-hard. Uh-uh!! I see some of you sons feeling up your dads! Not allowed—this is visual appreciation only at this point!”

I could understand why some sons couldn’t resist feeling their hot fathers’ body. I wanted to do that so badly myself! I was so horny I thought I might pass out. My dick was so stiff and throbbing it was almost painful. Precum was leaking steadily, dripping down on my dad’s thigh.

“Okay now,” Dan continued. “Cast your eyes down to your father’s big arms. Those huge biceps and delts. Dads, flex your guns a little to give your sons a hot buzz. Yeahhhh!! They look hot, don’t they? Pure dick-stiffening muscle!”

My dad tightened his arms and curled one to produce a huge baseball bicep. Fuck, that was so sexy! I moaned as precum spurted from my dickhead.

“Prepare yourselves, boys, because now we come to two of the most luscious muscles on your dad’s bod. His huge pecs! Yeahhhh!!!”  There was another burst of cheers and whistles. “Fuck,” Dan said, eyeing the muscled pairs around him, “look at those muscle mounds! Dads, flex your pecs for your boys!”

All around I heard moans as fathers displayed their big chest muscles to their sons. I whimpered as I got a close-up view of my dad’s massive pecs, each capped by a large stiff nipple, and each tanned a golden brown. Dad had a slightly haired chest, but it was mostly smooth. He breathed in to male his muscle tits really pop.

“Fuck!!” Dan moaned, looking at the group. “If you love pecs, boys, you must be going crazy right now. Get an eyeful of your dad’s big stiff nipples! Aw, YEAHHHH!!” Dan gave his own dick a stroke.

I drooled over my father’s big nips, large and stiff, crowning each pec. Dad thrust his chest upward and flexed it further. His penis was iron-hard, about eleven inches, and spurting a small fountain of precum.

“Fuck, I want to….” I leaned down to my dad’s pecs. “I want to lick ‘em….fuck ,I want to lick ‘em…”

“All right, boys, now it’s time to have some real fun,” Dan said. “Lean down and begin licking your dad’s nipples. Show him how much you love those huge muscle tits.”

Yeahh! This was what I wanted to hear! I dove down on my dad’s huge left nipple and began sucking and licking. What fucking muscle—hard and big!!

“Oh, FUUUCCCKK!” Dad moaned. “Oh, Eric, YEAHHH!! Suck my FUCKING NIPS!!”

I ran my tongue around my dad’s left nipple, then the right, then back to the left. I couldn’t get enough! licked all the hard contours of his huge muscle chest. He kept flexing to spur me on. All around us dads were moaning and wailing as their sons devoured their meaty pecs. My achingly hard dick was rubbing against my dad’s huge thigh, leaking precum all over it.

“AAAHHHH!!” Dad yelled as he thrust his huge stiff dick in the air, trying to fuck an ass that wasn’t there. My worship of his pecs was driving him mad with lust.

“YEAH, BOYS!” Dan said. “WORSHIP THOSE FUCKING MUSCLES!! MAKE YOUR DAD CUM!!”

I leaned back and began twisting dad’s nipples with one hand while I ran my other hand over the hard muscle plates, nearly going dizzy with the feel of those solid mounds of muscle. I fantasized about dad’s chest for years, and now it was all mine. I continued licking and feeling those pecs when dad’s body tensed.

He yelled as loud as I’d ever heard as his dick exploded! It fired up a blast of white-hot dad-cum, hosing upward like a geyser, followed by a second blast, and a third!! I couldn’t believe he had that much cum in him! His hot juice fell down on us like rain, coating our nude bodies with his white daddy cream.

The air was filled with deafening roar of most the other dads also blowing their huge loads. I looked around and saw huge daddy dicks erupting everywhere!

My dick was about to blast itself when Dan said, “Okay, boys—pull off!! Don’t cum yet!!”

It was hard to take my hands off my dad’s chest, but I obeyed, as did the sons around me.

“Very good!” Dan announced. “Most of your dads couldn’t hold back because of your pec worship. I don’t blame them! Not many men can resist that kind of pec and nipple stimulation, especially when worked on by their muscle stud sons. But now boys, your dicks are hard as a rock, aren’t they? This time we’ll let your big stud dads help bring you off!”

I joined the other sons in cheering this news, and wondered what was to come.