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"LilDebbie, where did you learn to suck dick like that? I've never cum so much in my life, boy. That was amazing. I thought I was going to drain my entire bollocks into your face." I simply laid on top of my father, my head resting upon his hairy beergut that heaved up and down in heavy breaths, sucking the last few drops of his precious cum from his softening dick. My own cock was throbbing, aching for a release of its own, but I ignored it, my mind still reeling from the inundation of senses I was feeling.
"It's your turn next, son," purred my father as he gently stroked my face with his large, powerful hand.
"You have an incredible cock, dad," I said, looking into his dark brown eyes that gazed at me, dreamy and satiated. "I sucked a lot of dicks in college, but none come close to yours."
"It's a pretty damn fine cock, I'll say that much. But I think it's yours we need to worry about now, son. It's looking pretty fucking angry, and I'm eager to taste my boy's seed in my mouth. Lay on your back, son."
I hauled myself from on top of his powerful body and lay out on the ground. My six inches, not as thick as my father's but still more than a mouthful for many, lay on my stomach, leaking clear fluid onto my hair-swathed, defined abs.
"You have a beautiful body, LilDebbie. And a beautiful cock, too."
"69 me, dad. I want that dick and those huge hairy bull-balls in my face while you suck me. I want to get you hard again, because I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me, dad." At this, dad crawled up my torso on his hands and knees, gazing down at me with eyes brimming over with love. He then forcefully kissed me, his tongue pushing its way deep into my mouth, tasting his own fluids in his son's mouth. Breaking the kiss, he then changed positions until his knees were straddling my head, and his now-flaccid horsedick was swinging tantalisingly close to my face. Behind it, his two swollen nuts sagged low in their generous sac, wrapped in thick black fur.
Suddenly, my cock was bathed in the warmth of my father's mouth, and I could feel his goatee brushing against my groin. He'd taken my entire cock in one go, and I could feel that my head was lodged firmly in his throat, and he was having no problems administering a good hard suction along my thick, rigid shaft.
"Not too fast, dad. I'm already fit to bust a nut, and I want this to last. I want you hard again by the time I cum." My father didn't reply, by instead just eased up on the suction a little, and concentrated more on slowly lapping his tongue up and down the sides of my shaft as he slid it in and out of his throat.
I reached up and grabbed my father's firm, round hairy buttocks. Pulling down on them slightly, dad thrust his hips downwards and I once again found my face buried in his groin, his soft tube of flesh lolling over the side of my face as his bollocks rolled around my forehead. His crotch smelt muskier now than before, the exertion from his mammoth orgasm smelling strongly around the base of his cock. I began to gently run my tongue through the coarse pubic hair, acrid with fresh sweat and the faint taste of his seed, until I came at last to his balls. I figured out in the logical part of my mind that it was virtually impossible to fit both of them in my mouth at once, but I wanted to make my father so proud of me, and to make sure that he always came back for more. Sucking first one into my mouth, I rolled it around, sucking hard on it as dad groaned noisily with pleasure from between my own legs. As I did this, I felt the first twitch from his cock, and it began to slowly expand, elongating down the side of my chin as I feasted upon my father's ball.
Letting his ball slide from my mouth for a moment, I slicked up my right index finger with the glut of saliva that was collecting in my mouth, and as I sucked his bollock back between my lips, I slowly sank my finger through his pursing sphincter.
"Oh yeah... LilDebbie... Ohhh..." Cried my father, pulling off my dick in ecstatic surprise as my entire finger was engulfed into his soft warm chute, before quickly sucking my stumpy club back into his mouth. He was getting really turned on again now, as his dick was almost at its full thirteen inches and began to hoist itself from off my chin in jerking throbs. Slowly, I pulled my finger back out from his furry hole, and then pressed two fingers to his tight entrance. I felt him relax to allow me re-entry, and once again I slid into him in one smooth, slick motion that had him groaning with delight.
I gazed at my father's beautiful ass as I opened up his fleshy bud with my fingers. The day before I'd almost ran in horror from the sight of it when I had almost accidentally walked into it in the tent, and now here I was plunging my fingers deep inside it, marvelling at the two firm fur-swathed buttocks.
As he continued working on my cock, running his tongue over its length and lapping up the constant flow of precum, I slowly finger-fucked his hole. Soon he was driving his hips backwards in small movements to meet my inward pushes, gaining that little bit of extra depth to each thrust. Before long I was working a third finger inside of him to his long moans of delight that vibrated through my glans and down through my shaft.
With my other hand, I decided to attempt both of my father's monstrous bollocks in my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could on the one that was already inside my mouth, pulling it far to the back of my throat, and then using my hand I began stuffing the second one in past my lips. After a little while, it suddenly gave and my cheeks ballooned, my mouth crammed with my father's testes.
Dad was now panting in short bursts as he sucked on my cock, and his fully bloated thirteen inches were dribbling precum onto my chest, adding to the sticky mess of cum and saliva that was already smeared across it from his previous load.
"Give me your fourth finger, son," dad panted as I began vigorously sucking on those oversized bollocks, my tongue running over their hairy surface. I did as I was asked, gently adding my fourth finger to the three already penetrating my father, opening his tight ring further still. He pushed his ass back hard onto my fingers, almost pulling his balls from my mouth, and cried out once more as sensations flooded over him.
Unable to wait any longer, I pulled dad's balls from my mouth, and jammed my four fingers hard into his ass.
"Fuck me, dad. Give me your cock." Dad pulled off my cock once more, gasping for breath.
"But you haven't cum yet, son. I want to taste your cum."
"You will, but I can't wait any longer. I need you inside me." I pulled my fingers slowly from within my father, and he turned back around until he was knelt over me once again. Kissing me deeply, whilst pushing his hard length into my groin, he began to hump my crotch, our two dicks rubbing past each other as he pumped his hips.
"I'll lay on my back, son. I want to see my cock disappearing in your ass. But I'll need to lube you up first. Wait here a second." He climbed off me and walked into the tent, returning shortly with a small bottle of lube. "I thought I was just going to be using this for a couple of private wanks this week. I'm glad I brought this along now."
Dad laid back down on the soft grass, and as I crawled in between his parted legs and began playing with his hefty balls, he started to slick up his fat pole until it was glistening with the clear liquid.
"Come here, boy. We'll need to grease you up, too. Bend over me." I stood astride his head, and bending my knees slightly, stretched all the way forward, and reached back, parting my firm cheeks to fully expose my hair-fringed sphincter. "Oh, son, you've got a beautiful ass. Are you a virgin?"
"No, but my regular fuck buddy had a really thin, long cock, so I've never really been opened up." As I spoke, dad applied the first glob of cold lube to my ass, smearing it around my puckering bud, before suddenly slipping his finger past my clasped entrance, and I call out in surprise and wonderment, the same as my father had done when I did it to him. "I just want your cock up their, dad. I don't care how long it takes, but I want that fat beast to be the one to really open me up."
"That's my boy, LilDebbie. There's nothing I like better than the feeling of a really nice, fat dick splitting my hole wide open. You really do take after me in so many ways." With that I stood up again, and positioned my lube-smeared hole above dad's thirteen-inch monster, which he was holding bolt upright, targeting my quivering sphincter.
Slowly, very slowly, I began to lower myself onto my dad's stiff pole. As my bud connected with the blunt tip of dad's glans, I shivered with anticipation. Then, relaxing myself as much as possible and pushing out with my ass muscles, I pushed downwards with a short, slow stroke.
It was incredible. The coating of clear grease on my father's fat head gave it just enough lubrication to slide through my relaxed ring without pulling, but I was able to feel every sensation as I was slowly opened wider and wider by the flaring head. I hungrily continued my descent upon his throbbing prong, and as my ring became almost stretched to capacity, his head suddenly slid completely inside me, with my sphincter closing tight around the end of my dad's shaft, locking his head within my warm passage with my strong teenage assring.
"Aww, fuck dad. That feels incredible," I moaned as I got used to the feeling of such a huge intrusion inside me. Rand Paul had been a good fuck, and the only other person to ever fully fuck me, and so having my dad's thick club driving inside me was a completely new and wonderful experience.
"You're telling me, son. You've got the tightest ass I've had in a long time. You're almost pulling your old man's fat mushroom head off my shaft with that tight little ring of yours. Now, play with your dad's tits as you take the rest of my monster. Come on. Your dad loves his fuck-buddies squeezing his tits while he's fucking and getting fucked, and you're the best fuck-buddy of all. I can't get over your ass, boy. Come on, slide all the way down your old man's greased up pole, right to the fucking hilt."
I adjusted my position so that I was no longer squatting upon my feet, but, being careful not to put too much pressure on where I'd hit my right knee-cap, actually on my knees, astride my father, with his huge head jammed into my tight, hot hole. As I reached down and began pinching dad's nipples between my fingers, I lowered myself further down his dick, panting and groaning as inch after glorious fat inch disappeared inside me. Dad was also moaning, and telling me what a great ass I had, and how he felt like shooting his load right there, even though around eight inches of his thick rod were still not inside me.
"Don't even think about it, dad. I want to ride this cock, and have you ride me, until I'm too sore to walk. Then I want your load inside me." To emphasise my point, I squeezed dad's tits as hard as I could between my fingers for a second, even digging my nails a little way into the fleshy nibs, intending for him to recoil in pain.
Instead, dad threw his head back and arched his back violently as he almost rocketed towards a glorious orgasm within that split second. His drummed his arms against the firm earth, gasping for breath as he fought to control himself.
Suddenly, his right hand clipped against the side of my left knee, the one that I had cut open the day before. I'd been careful not to put too much pressure on it as I sank down onto dad's cock, but the sudden jolt of pain caused me to involuntarily kick my leg away from his hand, which meant out from beneath me.
Almost instantly, I fell straight downwards, completely impaling myself upon the entire thirteen inches of my father's tool, those remaining eight inches that I had not yet engulfed sliding into me in a second. The base was even wider than the huge flange of my father's glans, but my ring simply opened up in my distracted state, sliding me all the way down to his hairy ballsac.
I cried out in what I expected to be the sheer torturous agony of his dick tearing me apart, but it was in fact a howl of pure ecstasy as I now rushed unstoppably towards involuntary climax. I punched a great slug of cum clean over my father's chest and head, landing with a wet slap onto the grass about two metres away as I continued to bay loudly. As my second volley plastered dad's face, he began to scream through gritted teeth, the two of us crying out as my father's own climax was triggered once more. Suddenly, as my third wad of cum splattered onto dad's chest, he arched his back stiffly for the second time, and that fat prong buried deep within me felt as though it grew to twice its size, before I was suddenly flooded by warmth.
The two of us came uncontrollably, howling and screaming into the still forest air. I managed to stay on top of my father only because of the massive column of cock that was driven through the very centre of me, bloating my guts with an immeasurable volume of his jizz. Soon enough, my ass was unable to hold any more of my father's copious and potent seed and the tight seal created by dad's vascular cock and my tight sphincter built up a pressure so great that the excess came squirting out from within me at incredible speed. It ran over dad's crotch and lower stomach like a river, and as our orgasms faded to dulled euphoria, I saw that dad was now lying in literally a pool of his own seed.
"Fucking hell, boy, I thought you said you wanted to take it slowly. But when you took the rest of this fat cock and you started cumming and clenching tight around your old man's dick, I couldn't help myself."
"I didn't mean to, dad. You hit my bad knee by accident and I lost my balance. I thought I was going to be seriously injured, taking all of that cock in one go, but instead it felt amazing. You still feel amazing, as I feel you slowly softening inside me." I wiggled around on my father's groin and clenched my ass around his length, trying to milk the last few drops of cum from his bollocks. As I did so, dad ran his fingers through the ropes of cum that I had streaked his face and furry body with, occasionally bringing his fingers to his lips and eating my seed.
"I'm literally running on empty now, son. You must have taken almost a quart of cum in your mouth and ass today, and I'm not superhuman." Dad then sat up so that I was now sat facing him on his lap, and we pulled each other to ourselves tightly and kissed, rubbing the thick splattering of cum between our furry chests and stomachs. Dad's cock began sliding from me, shrinking back to its flaccid state, unable to give any more cum to my hungering body. Above us, the sky was now a deep red, and it was getting late. "Well, boy, I think it's about time we headed off to sleep. Half a bottle of whiskey and some damn hot sex are two of the most exhausting things I know of. But we'd better get cleaned up first."
I began rising to my feet, feeling the last of dad's now soft shaft slide from my stretched hole, and lingered for a moment as I savoured the feeling of that fat, fleshy head tugging at my ring, before pulling completely free, disconnecting from my father. As I stood, my sphincter twitched and pursed as a cold breeze whispered over my cum-drenched crack. My body felt intensely empty, dad's massive club of a dick leaving a void within me that ached to be filled, even though I felt thoroughly spent.
We strolled down to the pool together, my dad's hand resting lightly upon my firm butt, and we entered the clear water, warmed by the day's sun, and cleaned our bodies of the sweat and cum that coated us both. My head was swimming with the whiskey that I had drunk and the post-coital euphoria that still eddied through my veins, and I was now aware of the intense need for sleep.
"It's a damn shame I never got to take all of that load in my mouth, son. You taste as good as your old man's cum," my father remarked as he sluiced water over his naked, stocky form, grinning at me.
"We have the rest of the week for that, dad."
After drying and quickly packing up the scattered items from our day's activities and our evening's sex, we retreated to the tent. Dad slid into his sleeping bag and moved to one side, holding it open, offering for me to join him. Gladly, I slid in next to my father, facing him, and our bodies were forced closely together by the cramped space of the single sleeping bag. With our heads resting on the small pillow, we tenderly kissed; my face tickled by my father's thick, neatly trimmed goatee as his tongue lightly probed my mouth.
After a little while, as the evening light quickly dimmed, I turned over onto my other side and dad spooned my, pressing his groin into me. His soft, fleshy cock nuzzled into my crack and one large, powerful arm snaked around my chest, holding me close to his. Within minutes, my father was lightly snoring, and I was soon to join him.
The next day came quickly, and my eyes sleepily opened as my brain slowly powered up, thudding slightly with a dull hangover. I noted that the two of us were still in exactly the same position as we had fallen asleep in, although dad's arm was now lying around my waist, his hand resting over my cock, stiff with morning glory. The light coming through the tent was still only weak, putting the time at around half five in the morning, and it was quite chilly, as the dawn had not yet arrived. Behind me, dad was still asleep, as he was making low whistling noises through his nose as he breathed.
I then realised that dad's cock was also hard, but was wedged between my legs; his glans nestled up against my balls. I tensed my thighs, squeezing his shaft a little, and moaned a little in his sleep and thrust his hips a little against me. I reached back around me and felt dad's thick shaft. It was amazingly hard, and my index finger lightly traced over one of the thick veins that snaked over its surface. Dad's snoring had stopped, but small whimpers and groans were issuing from his throat as he slowly humped me in his sleep.
I moved off his cock, scooting forward a little way until his head was resting against my hole. It was beginning to leak precum, and as I lay there, dad's humping cock began slathering my crack with his juices. Before long, his head began to push its way through a little, and I reached back, pulling on my cheek to allow more his head to easily jab in and out of me as he sleep-fucked me. I began to slide back a little way too, and as the fat roundness of his head once again completely entered me, dad's humping motion stopped, and I lay still, simply enjoying the feeling of my father's glans within me, not wanting to wake him.
Then, dad's arm snaked around my waist, as he began trying to pull me into him. I resisted, not wanting to be pulled all the way onto his dry cock, but he still managed to pull me onto around three more inches of his shaft, making me yelp as it pulled on my dry ass, and dad began to shift, waking up.
"Hey boy, what are you up to?" dad asked groggily as he reached down and felt that five inches of his dick were already embedded in his son.
"Sorry dad, I didn't want to wake you, but you were rock solid, and I woke up hard, and..."
"Nothing to apologise for, son. I've always got wood in the morning, too. It's a shame to let it go to waste. Plus last night was over a bit too quick for my liking." Dad leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck tenderly as he pulled from within me. "But you'll never be able to take me dry, boy," he stated as his head plopped free from my hole, slapping up against his stomach.
As I fumbled about in dad's rucksack, looking for the bottle of lube he had used last night, dad undid the sleeping bag fully, opening it out to expose our hard naked forms. I found the lube and returned to my father's side, and leant over, kissing him good morning.
"You really are as horny as your old man, boy. There's not many people I know that shoot a load like you did last night, and then come back wanting more first thing the next morning, especially after drinking a bottle of whiskey between us." I smiled, flushing with colour at my father's compliments. "Now let's see if we can't make this even better than last night."
Dad rolled onto his back, and I knelt beside him, applying a thin coating of lube to his great pole with one hand as my other played with his nipple. I now knew that his tits were one of his big G-spots, couple with the fact that they could take a lot of abuse whilst only getting him hotter. It had been what caused our premature eruptions that night before, after all.
"Yeah, boy. Your old man really likes his tits being played with. Really turns me on. Now come and sit on your dad's cock, son; get fucked by this monster." I straddled my father's crotch, and at once plunged down onto his dick. His massive head re-entered me, and I groaned long and loud as I slowly sank down onto half of his fat shaft. Pulling up until only the head was inside me, I sat back down, until I had three-quarters of that pole inside me. Pulling his shaft from within me once more, I squeezed my ring as tightly as I could as I forced myself onto the entire thing. "Fuck, boy, that's one tight ass you've got. Squeeze your old man's fuck pole. You take this monster like a pro, son. Now I'm going to lay you on your back and fuck you with this thing."
Dad supported my back as he lowered me backwards onto the ground as he sat up, readjusting his legs until he was knelt between my splayed legs, still completely embedded inside my chute. He bent over me, kissing me hard as I grabbed onto his nipples and pulled them towards me, and dad began to retract his rod from my ass. When he was halfway out, he suddenly plunged back into me, and as he repeated his strokes again and again, he would pull out a little father each time, until I was having that entire shaft pulled from inside me, then driven back home again.
Dad soon slipped into a strong, brisk rhythm, and I lolled my head back on the ground, moaning and telling dad how good it was feeling. His fat thirteen inches of rock-hard dick were pounding my ass as I played with dad's nipples, making him fuck me harder and faster. Dad then began to pump my cock with his hand in time to his long fast strokes, and the two of us filled the tent with the sound of our fucking. Dad's hairy low-hangers slapped noisily in time to his strokes against my buttocks as I panted for breath.
"That's my boy, LilDebbie. Take your dad's big cock. Yeah... Just like your old man, loving that dick inside him, drilling his guts. You want my load inside you bad, don't you, boy? Yeah... Tell your dad how much you want me to fill you up with my slime."
"Oh fuck, dad. Pummel my hole with that thing. Ohhh... give me your cum, dad. Let me take your load. Ungh... Damn, you're so fucking hot." I continued telling my dad how good it felt, and how much I wanted his load as our fucking continued at a frantic pace. My dad was able to control when he came amazingly, as was I to a degree, but after fifteen minutes of those long strokes in and out of my passage I had to pull dad's hand off my cock to stop myself from shooting.
"Your old man can fuck like a real master, son. I can keep this up for as long as I want, and your ass is too hot to waste. Squeeze your dad's dick with your ring, son, milk my cock for that jizz. Make me blow in your guts." By now we were both coated in thick films of sweat, and the tent felt like a sauna. My dad's nipples were now red and bloated from my abuse to them, and as dad leant over me, his whole body driving that incredible horsedick into me, fat drops of sweat rained from his face and chest onto me.
His face was twisted with ecstasy, his brow furrowed deeply and hips lips taut and parted as he stroked in and out of me, hissing his hot breath onto my face through clenched teeth. His breaths soon began to turn into strangled groans, which then became powerful growls as he once again clutched his hand around my throbbing six inches and built up to orgasm. As I pinched his nipples as hard as I could, I felt my balls pulling up tight against the root of my fat cock, and my panting became louder, more forceful as dad increased the pace of his fucking, roaring through gritted teeth, his eyes fixed onto mine.
"Shoot... On your dad... Ungh... Unghh... Son..." Dad roared through his teeth at me as I felt my boiling load suddenly rushing towards release. Dad felt my sphincter tighten incredibly, sending him over the edge, and as he pointed my dick to his face, he plunged into me one last time.
Dad opened his mouth just in time as a long rope of jizz shot from my gaping slit, streaking him across his cheek and in his mouth as his own dick bucked violently within my ass, and I once again felt his white-hot slime surging into my guts.
Dad was panting hard, his mouth gaping as he bent down as near to my cock as possible, catching my second blast square in the mouth, as another flood of cum poured from his own deeply-buried rod. Dad swallowed down my gluey wad as he began quickly pulling out from me, filling the void with his third load as he did so. My own cock continued to unload itself onto my chest as dad laid his huge tool beside my own, and his fourth load came streaking up my stomach and chest in a thick white torrent. It was a huge volume, and splashed onto my body as dad jacked his cock hard in time to the pulsing jet of jizz.
I was already holding what felt like a gallon of his gummy slime in my abused chute, but it just kept cumming, eight huge wads in total, before it slowed to steady ooze of cum.
I was drenched with dad's seed; my entire torso had some quantity of my father's jizz covering it, and it ran down my sides onto the open sleeping bag. I had cum impressively myself, my orgasm lasting for almost as long, but I had only managed to shoot, at most, half the volume that my father had, which wasn't taking into account the loads that slopped around within me either.
Dad fell onto me, exhausted and slick with sweat, coating his chest and belly with his cum as we kissed, tasting my own bitter cum in his mouth. We were both completely depleted of our juices and had been fucking for more than twenty minutes solidly. My ass felt totally ravaged by those immense thirteen inches, and I began to feel the warm trickle of my father's cum seeping from the stretched, violated ring as we both drifted back to sleep.
Neither of us woke before eleven after our major fuck session, and when we did we were literally stuck to the sleeping bag and each other by the dried cum that was everywhere.
Peeling ourselves apart, and off from the sleeping bag, and walked down to the pool to wash ourselves off. It was only seven o'clock by this time, and the water had cooled down considerably overnight, and by the time we'd managed to clean our bodies from the dried-on semen, we were both shivering and gasping for breath.
After getting the fire lit once again, we cooked our lunch and ate in the nude, gazing freely at each other's bodies. After lunch, we got dressed and hiked down the valley for the afternoon, holding hands as we walked and talked, enjoying the peace of the forest and our close intimacy.
For the rest of the week we would have sex almost every morning and evening, and I was soon getting used to handling dad's enormous tool, both in my mouth and in my ass. On the last evening of our trip, dad asked me to fuck him for the first time.
I was thrilled that he had asked me, as I enjoyed fucking as much as I enjoyed getting fucked. As dad knelt by the campfire on all fours in the mellow evening light, I mounted his round, furry ass and slowly drove my thick six inches into him, and it felt incredible.
By the end of college, Rand's ass had become somewhat slack from my almost daily assaults upon it, but as I slid inside my father, he gripped my cock almost painfully tight with his fleshy ring. I began jabbing him with my stubby beercan-thick prong to the sound of him groaning and telling me how good it felt to have his son ride his ass, spurring me on to drive my cock deeper inside him with each thrust. I fucked dad hard and fast for ten minutes as he pumped his hard, dripping tool and then he turned over onto his back, and for five minutes I frantically rode him, my hips pumping in short thrusts as we kissed.
As I raced towards orgasm, I began mashing dad's tits between my fingers, and as I started to fill my dad up with my load, I bent down to his own cock, which was now bucking as he too began to shoot. His incredible length allowed me to remain completely inside him, but at the same time I was able to suck his head into my mouth as his first wad came streaming from his slit. I swallowed hard and fast as my own climax peaked and trailed off, and concentrated on taking every last drop of his seed down my throat. After his first two volleys, I pulled out from his ass, still dribbling threads of jizz, and plunged down onto his rod, his third, fourth and fifth blasts shooting straight into my gullet as he gripped my head tightly with both hands, feeding me his cream.
I fell from his pole, coughing and gasping for breath as he pumped out the rest of his load onto his stomach, but I quickly began lapping it up, making sure that I cleaned every last drop from his hairy beergut as dad milked his dick in slow hard squeezes.
"That's a fine dick you've got on you son. It felt so damned hot, having my son plug away at my ass with his fat tool, I could hardly hold off shooting. And you took my loads like an expert, boy. Your dad's real proud of you." He pulled me to him, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, tasting his jizz, and we lay out in the open, naked by the dying campfire as it crept towards our last night out in the woods together.
The following morning we resisted the temptation to fuck and suck, needing our energy to get us back through the woods and to the car. Dad pulled on his jeans, leaving his jockstrap off, and I was able to see the denim bulging with those two fat bollocks, while his fat sausage snaked teasingly down one leg.
Dad was unusually quiet on the way back through the woods, and as I tried to get conversations going with little success, I became worried that now we were heading back to the real world, he began regretting what we had done.
"Dad, are you ashamed of what we did this week?" Dad stopped in his tracks, looking shocked that I had asked such a question, then smiled broadly as he pulled me to him in a tight bearhug.
"No, son. I don't regret it for a moment. But I'm worried about keeping it a secret. A lot of people don't understand what we're doing, and think that it's very wrong. You know that as well as I do. I'm concerned about whether it will be obvious, or that we're going to have to lie to our friends. We can't assume that anyone will accept our feelings for each other." His words made sense, and as we continued walking, we did so in silence, our actions weighing heavily on our minds, but not on our hearts.
A few hours later we got back to the car. There was also a pickup parked in the dusty lay-by now, and we both exchanged a slightly worried glance to each other. Although it was incredibly unlikely, we both knew that we weren't the only ones who enjoyed deep-forest camping trips, and that we might not have been as alone as we had thought.
But as we got into the car and headed for home, we forgot about the pickup. We lived far enough away for it not to be an issue, and by the time we hit the freeway we were chatting away like any normal father and son.
The only difference was that my hand rested on my father's thigh for the rest of the drive home.