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05-26-2016, 01:56 PM
The Fishing Cabin: Part I
The year my son was 16 my wife and I invested in a small fishing cabin along Lake Palmer. It had been a dream of mine since I was a kid to have a fishing cabin that was all mine and this one fully fulfilled that dream, complete with a boat dock and a great view of the setting sun every evening.
The cabin itself was rather Spartan. It was just one big room, approximately 25x40 in size with a small bathroom that was packed so tight with a toilet, sink and stand-up shower that you could barely get the door closed while you were inside of it. You literally had to stand between the toilet and wall just to give yourself room to push the door shut. The sleeping quarters were two full size beds side-by-side along one wall, with a couch and recliner serving as the living room and dividing the sleeping quarters from the kitchen/dining area.
Our first visit to stay the night in the cabin was a dream for me and a nightmare for my city-dwelling wife. It didn’t take long for her to declare that the cabin was officially the father and son getaway because she had no desire to stay the night there again. I was fine with that and my son seemed equally content with it.
A few weeks later my son and I returned to the cabin for a weekend fishing trip while my wife stayed home to have some alone time with a book and a pitcher of iced tea. Once at the cabin my son and I quickly settled in to our temporary housing. He chose to reclaim the bed he had slept in the last time, so I took the other one. We stowed our clothes away in our bags under the beds and headed down to the dock for a quick fishing attempt before it got dark. Soon we were reeling in small mouth bass like crazy and in no time it was dark and we decided to forego the attacking mosquitos and head back to the cabin.
After a light dinner we took turns squeezing into the bathroom for a quick shower and not long after that we turned in for the night with plans on a daylight boat ride across the lake to test the fishing in other areas. As we lay there dozing off I found myself dreaming of world record bass and enjoying a day on the lake and not long after that I slipped into a sound sleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night I was pulled from my sleep by the sound of an animal making noises. As I came out of my slumber I listened intently trying to figure out if the animal had gotten into the cabin or was outside, but I wasn’t hearing the noise anymore, so I just laid there and listened. Then I heard a swishing noise. As I tried to discern what I was hearing I saw movement and realized that the swishing noise I was hearing was not an animal, it was my son stroking his cock in the bed beside me. He had the sheet down over his crotch so that with every stroke his hand made a swishing noise against the sheet fabric. Then I heard the animal noise and I realized it wasn’t an animal, it was him letting our soft moans of pleasure. I could hardly believe that he was jerking off right there beside of me!
As I laid there watching the sheet rise and fall with every stroke I found myself getting aroused. I sincerely felt the urge to join him. My own cock was as hard as a rock as I laid there watching him pleasure himself. I began to wonder if he was going to cum under the sheet and make a mess of everything or if he would get up and go to the bathroom to finish. As if he read my mind, a moment later he flipped the sheet back. I expected him to get up and slip into the bathroom, but instead he laid there stroking.
As I laid there watching and listened I began to wish that I could see better. The noise was much quieter without the sheet, but the rubbing/swishing noise of palm on cock was arousing. I was genuinely craving a good look at what I was barely able to see and hear. As if I had some magical power a cloud slid out from in front of the moon and the room lit up considerably with lunar glow. In an instant I could see his cock with great detail. I was shocked. It was gorgeous! He was longer than me and a bit thicker and had a prominent, well-shaped head that would make anyone’s mouth water.
As he lay there stroking away the urge to join him grew stronger and stronger. Twice I opened my mouth to say something, then realized I didn’t know what to say. How do you say “Hey son, can I jack off with you?”?
A few minutes later my hesitation resulted in a lost chance as he arched his back slightly, let out a groan that was probably louder than he meant for it to be, and shot 7 or 8 thick streams of cum two feet in the air. I was impressed. I used to cum like that when I was his age, but my power to ejaculate had diminished with age and now I was lucky to get two spurts that went a foot before the rest just dribbled out.
After his orgasm subsided he glanced over at me, I assume for fear that he had woke me up. I had half expected this and had my eyes nearly shut before he even turned towards me. From his angle I was sound asleep. He then slid out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, I assume to clean up, before returning to bed and sliding back under the sheets.
As I laid there horny as hell from what I had just witnessed I heard him begin to lightly snore. I slid my hand inside of my underwear and fondled my dick for a few minutes, rubbing the precum that had been flowing out of it all over my shaft, then decided to leave myself unsatisfied rather than risk him waking up to my show. Instead I rolled over and dozed off, but this time instead of fish I dreamed of my son jerking his throbbing cock and shooting cum everywhere. I dreamed of touching it, stroking it, sucking it and licking his cum off of his shaft as it slowly slid towards his balls.
When I woke up the next morning I felt guilty for the perverted dreams I had dreamed the night before, but my guilt didn’t stop me from fantasizing about the same things all morning. When he got up out of bed I noticed the half-morning wood tenting his underwear and couldn't help but get a little chub myself at the sight. I had experienced some bisexual things as a teenager, but this was the first time in 20 years that I found myself seriously thinking about cock and I was ashamed that it was my son’s cock that had re-ignited those thoughts.
The year my son was 16 my wife and I invested in a small fishing cabin along Lake Palmer. It had been a dream of mine since I was a kid to have a fishing cabin that was all mine and this one fully fulfilled that dream, complete with a boat dock and a great view of the setting sun every evening.
The cabin itself was rather Spartan. It was just one big room, approximately 25x40 in size with a small bathroom that was packed so tight with a toilet, sink and stand-up shower that you could barely get the door closed while you were inside of it. You literally had to stand between the toilet and wall just to give yourself room to push the door shut. The sleeping quarters were two full size beds side-by-side along one wall, with a couch and recliner serving as the living room and dividing the sleeping quarters from the kitchen/dining area.
Our first visit to stay the night in the cabin was a dream for me and a nightmare for my city-dwelling wife. It didn’t take long for her to declare that the cabin was officially the father and son getaway because she had no desire to stay the night there again. I was fine with that and my son seemed equally content with it.
A few weeks later my son and I returned to the cabin for a weekend fishing trip while my wife stayed home to have some alone time with a book and a pitcher of iced tea. Once at the cabin my son and I quickly settled in to our temporary housing. He chose to reclaim the bed he had slept in the last time, so I took the other one. We stowed our clothes away in our bags under the beds and headed down to the dock for a quick fishing attempt before it got dark. Soon we were reeling in small mouth bass like crazy and in no time it was dark and we decided to forego the attacking mosquitos and head back to the cabin.
After a light dinner we took turns squeezing into the bathroom for a quick shower and not long after that we turned in for the night with plans on a daylight boat ride across the lake to test the fishing in other areas. As we lay there dozing off I found myself dreaming of world record bass and enjoying a day on the lake and not long after that I slipped into a sound sleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night I was pulled from my sleep by the sound of an animal making noises. As I came out of my slumber I listened intently trying to figure out if the animal had gotten into the cabin or was outside, but I wasn’t hearing the noise anymore, so I just laid there and listened. Then I heard a swishing noise. As I tried to discern what I was hearing I saw movement and realized that the swishing noise I was hearing was not an animal, it was my son stroking his cock in the bed beside me. He had the sheet down over his crotch so that with every stroke his hand made a swishing noise against the sheet fabric. Then I heard the animal noise and I realized it wasn’t an animal, it was him letting our soft moans of pleasure. I could hardly believe that he was jerking off right there beside of me!
As I laid there watching the sheet rise and fall with every stroke I found myself getting aroused. I sincerely felt the urge to join him. My own cock was as hard as a rock as I laid there watching him pleasure himself. I began to wonder if he was going to cum under the sheet and make a mess of everything or if he would get up and go to the bathroom to finish. As if he read my mind, a moment later he flipped the sheet back. I expected him to get up and slip into the bathroom, but instead he laid there stroking.
As I laid there watching and listened I began to wish that I could see better. The noise was much quieter without the sheet, but the rubbing/swishing noise of palm on cock was arousing. I was genuinely craving a good look at what I was barely able to see and hear. As if I had some magical power a cloud slid out from in front of the moon and the room lit up considerably with lunar glow. In an instant I could see his cock with great detail. I was shocked. It was gorgeous! He was longer than me and a bit thicker and had a prominent, well-shaped head that would make anyone’s mouth water.
As he lay there stroking away the urge to join him grew stronger and stronger. Twice I opened my mouth to say something, then realized I didn’t know what to say. How do you say “Hey son, can I jack off with you?”?
A few minutes later my hesitation resulted in a lost chance as he arched his back slightly, let out a groan that was probably louder than he meant for it to be, and shot 7 or 8 thick streams of cum two feet in the air. I was impressed. I used to cum like that when I was his age, but my power to ejaculate had diminished with age and now I was lucky to get two spurts that went a foot before the rest just dribbled out.
After his orgasm subsided he glanced over at me, I assume for fear that he had woke me up. I had half expected this and had my eyes nearly shut before he even turned towards me. From his angle I was sound asleep. He then slid out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, I assume to clean up, before returning to bed and sliding back under the sheets.
As I laid there horny as hell from what I had just witnessed I heard him begin to lightly snore. I slid my hand inside of my underwear and fondled my dick for a few minutes, rubbing the precum that had been flowing out of it all over my shaft, then decided to leave myself unsatisfied rather than risk him waking up to my show. Instead I rolled over and dozed off, but this time instead of fish I dreamed of my son jerking his throbbing cock and shooting cum everywhere. I dreamed of touching it, stroking it, sucking it and licking his cum off of his shaft as it slowly slid towards his balls.
When I woke up the next morning I felt guilty for the perverted dreams I had dreamed the night before, but my guilt didn’t stop me from fantasizing about the same things all morning. When he got up out of bed I noticed the half-morning wood tenting his underwear and couldn't help but get a little chub myself at the sight. I had experienced some bisexual things as a teenager, but this was the first time in 20 years that I found myself seriously thinking about cock and I was ashamed that it was my son’s cock that had re-ignited those thoughts.