ty and started to find my own things to keep me interested.

Puberty had been a very good time for me, much better than for most, and by the age of twelve I was already looking like a fifteen-year-old. My Italian-American heritage had put me in good stead, and it was plain to see that I was my father’s son, receiving most of my characteristics from his end of the gene pool. I had the thick black hair, which by now was also growing thickly across my chest and stomach, as well as a nice neat bush around my cut cock, which was relatively short, at only six inches, but was as thick as a beercan. This had caused me to get quite a lot of abuse from fellow students when I was in high school, and had to share the showers after gym, but I found it was more than an advantage in college, where I discovered the pleasure of fucking my roommate’s hot ass.

Max and I had been on the swimming team together, and so in the second year had shared a room. One night we’d got roaring drunk, and I’d passed out, only to wake up a little later to find Max playing with me through my shorts. At first I’d wrested him to the ground, ready to give him a pair of black eyes, but as I sat astride him, staring into his fear-stricken face, my fist raised ready to attack, I realised that I was rock-hard, and getting off on seeing Max so scared of me. I’d then smothered him with my sweaty crotch, sitting on his face and calling him my little gay bitch, before face-fucking him and blowing a load down his throat. He’d obviously already had experience, but had never been subjected to taking a cock that he could barely fit in his mouth. For the last year of college I’d learnt almost all the tricks of gay sex, both giving and receiving. Max’s tight little ass had been the first ass I’d ever fucked. I’d almost ‘split him in two,’ as he had screamed whist I shoved it up him, but by graduation, he was taking it like a pro. Also, Max’s slender, eight-inch tool had been the first dick I’d ever been fucked with or sucked, and with practice, I’d mastered the art of deepthroating, and had been able to bring Max off in seconds with my throat action.

I also grew to love cottaging. Being on the swimming team, I was always in and out of the sports centre, and would often use their toilets on my way back from training, as it was a half-mile walk back to my room. Usually I only stopped in to use the urinals, but one day I wasn’t feeling too well, and thought I was going to throw up. I rushed into one of the toilet cubicles and waited, knelt over the bowl, but the feeling soon passed. As I stood up, though, I was greeted to the sight of a nice 7-incher poking through the cubicle partition. It was uncut, with the excess skin gathered around the bulging red head, and had a severed curve to it, pointing directly up towards the ceiling. All thoughts of my nausea had vanished then as I dove onto the cock, and sucked it as though my life depended on it. Deepthroating a dick that was so strongly curved was a difficult job and I almost did end up throwing up at one point. But I soon got the hang of it, however, and within a minute I was rewarded with a wad twice the size I’d ever shot myself, or Max had ever unloaded on or in me.

After that, my twice-weekly swimming practices were always finished with me sucking some anonymous dick in the sport’s centre toilets.

Swimming had also helped me develop a nice slim body that had just the right amount of muscle on it. I had developed a nice pair of pecs, giving me just enough ‘shelf’ to be able to wear tight white T-shirts and draw looks from all my fellow students. My ass was also one of my favourite body-parts, too. Like Max’s, swimming had built ours up into high, tight and round globes of muscle. I loved packing those buttocks into the tightest shrink-washed jeans I could get away with, which also showed off my dick, which was fat and fleshy even when it was soft, to perfection. I really got off on the attention, and by the time I’d reached graduation, I’d worked through the entire gay and bisexual male student population, as well as once sucking off my English lecturer, before he was fired for playing around with another student.

Even though I’d only been out of college for a couple of weeks before going on the camping trip with dad, I already missed my almost daily fuck-and-suck sessions with Max and numerous other students, and found myself constantly horny. This I was worried about, as I knew that I’d be sharing a three-man tent with dad, and since leaving college I"d started to wake up in the morning drenched in my own cum.

But driving out into the hills, this was soon forgotten as my dad and I talked like adults for the first time in my life. The time away from him had made him realise just how much I’d grown up when I had come home, and I now felt more like one of dad’s buddies. Dad had a lot of friends, and was a real ‘man’s-man,’ and he was always going to poker games with them, or around the house getting drunk on a Friday evening with them, even when mum had been alive.

As we drove into the hills, we talked mainly about the two years that we’d hardly seen each other, and what had changed and happened in that time. I gave him edited accounts of my college life, and Max became Christine, my steady girlfriend that I’d broken up with just before graduation.

“Did you fuck her, Alex?” His bluntness took me aback, and I looked over at him, gaping. “Don’t look at me like that, boy. You’re old enough to be talked to like a man, now, so that’s what I’m doing. So, did you fuck her?”

“Well… Er… Yeah,” came my stammered reply. Dad chuckled to himself, running his fingers through his goatee.

“That’s my boy. I was fucking girls by the time I was in college, too. Mind you, I was never really one for steady girlfriends at that time. This dick,” he said as he clutched his crotch to emphasise his point, “Needed a lot more than just the one to keep it satisfied back then. Wasn’t until I met your mother that I stopped fooling around.”

I quickly moved the subject on from girls and sex, as not only was I worried about tripping up on my story, but also talking about sex with my dad still seemed really strange. For the last hour and a half of the drive, conversation was light, and we were talking like old friends by the time we reached our spot.

Parking the car in the dusty lay-by, we transferred all our provisions to our backpacks before locking up the car and setting off into the woods. This area of the park was little-used by campers as it had no amenities, and you really had to know how to rough it to put up with more than a couple of days here. My dad and I had been coming to this same spot since I was five, and we were both experienced campers.

We spent most of the afternoon hiking through the thick woodland, using natural trails to allow us easy passage through the trees, until we reached the ridge of ‘our’ valley. I recognised the surrounding view, with its foothills in every direction, as though it were my home, and within half an hour we were down in the clearing by a small, freshwater pond that we always used. It was peaceful, miles from anywhere, and faced due south, so we got the full heat from the sun.

Setting up camp, we slipped back into our practised roles as though we’d only been here the previous week. As dad sorted out the tent, which was a brand new, carbon-rod type design, like the ones used by arctic explorers and the like, and far easier to assemble than our old one, I dug out the fire pit. It was still there from our previous camping trips, but was now just a small depression filled with grass, whilst the large stones that circled it were beginning to moss over.

By the time I had dug the fire pit and found enough kindling and wood to start the fire off, dad had fully set up the tent and the sleeping bags, as well as getting our food for the evening meal ready.

“I’m too tired to fish today, son, so we’ll be dipping into our rations. I’m not as young as I used to be.” Dad and I always used to start the week by fishing for our first dinner, wading out to the side of the fair-sized pool and catching the fish that lived there.

“Don’t worry, dad, I’m a bit tired, too. I must be out of practice.” Dad looked over at me, grinning coyly.

“A lad in your shape? Get out of here. Wait until you get to 43, like me, then you try hiking four miles with half a campsite on your back.”

We kept ourselves in high spirits, joking and talking as we got the fire going and began to cook our meal of tinned beef stew with boil-in-the-bag rice. Although it was still only four o’clock in the afternoon, we wolfed down our food, and then I took our dirty crockery and pots down to the pool and washed hem out. Upon returning, I was met with the sight of my dad all but naked. We always wore jeans on the hike to protect our legs from gnats, but the clearing was relatively gnat-free as the pool was fed by a spring a few miles up the valley. On our previous camping trips, most of the week we wore shorts and went topless, allowing the sun to darken our olive skin; it was just our routine.

Dad had stripped down to his socks and jockstrap, and the first thing to cross my mind was ‘what a nice body.’ I immediately felt ashamed for thinking that, but I continued to stare at my dad nonetheless as he pulled on a pair of small, tight running shorts and took off his socks. He was fairly muscular, as he used to visit the gym regularly when mum had been alive, but the once-defined muscles were now covered by a layer of fat, softening them, but giving him a stockier, heftier look. He had also developed a small beergut, thanks to his regular drinking sessions with his buddies, but it didn’t detract from the look of him; in fact, it added to the sight.

He was also immensely hairy, but not untidily so. A thick mat of dark hair swirled over his broad chest and slightly bulged belly, disappearing into the waistline of his shorts. His legs and forearms were also covered with black hair, adding to his masculine presence.

“What are you gawping at, boy? Come and change into your shorts, you must be cooking alive in those jeans.” Suddenly snapping out of my daydream, I felt myself flush bright red as I disappeared into the tent to get my shorts. Also, more worryingly, my dick had started to swell a little, getting harder, but I put that down to the fact that I’d only had my hand as relief for the past fortnight, and anything could have set me off at that point.

I changed in the tent, which was large enough to allow me to stand while only stooping a little, as my dick refused to soften in my briefs as I undressed, and I didn’t want to risk my father seeing his son springing a boner.

“What you changing in there for, Alex? No one out here but me, and you haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before, you know.” I laughed, trying to keep the tone light to prevent my father getting suspicious.

“Dad! Quit it; it just saves me bringing my jeans back in here,” I said, passing it off as I walked back out into the sunshine, barefoot and topless, like my father, in a small pair of running shorts. My dick was still threatening to stiffen to full erection, and as I looked at my father, laying prostrate on his back, his eyes shielded with one arm from the sun, I felt it twitch and throb once more. I began to panic, worrying what dad would do if he caught me getting hard.

“Uh, look dad, I’m going to go walk off my dinner. I’m only going to go back up to the ridge, so I won’t need a compass, and I’ll be back in an hour.” Without taking his arm from across his face, he reached down with his other hand and lazily scratched his balls, making my cock throb again, and to my horror I could feel myself becoming fully hard.

“No problem, son. Just don’t go getting lost, I don’t fancy doing any more walking today, especially to have to come looking for you.” By this time, I had already grabbed my trainers from inside the tent and was heading for the trees, fleeing from my father, who was unwittingly tripping my switches.

“OK!” I called back as I disappeared into the trees, my dick raging in my shorts.

As I marched through the trees, heading slowly upwards, all I could think about was my own father, and the sight of him laid flat on the ground, his hairy, olive-skinned body almost fully-exposed to me. My mind kept flashing images of his chest, his arms, his hairy beergut, but what dominated my mind was that straining jockstrap. I knew that I could fill a jock with no problem, but my dad’s had been full to bursting, and the form of his dick, long and fat, had been clearly visible as it pressed against the fabric, curled over two heavy bull-balls.

After fifteen minutes I stopped to catch my breath. My heart was racing and I could now feel a damp, sticky patch at the front of my tented shorts, pushed out by my hard, chunky dick.

Unable to hold out any longer, I frantically pushed my shorts and jockstrap down to my ankles, and clasped hold of my dick, squeezing it hard and sighing with relief as I milked a gluey trickle of precum for the large slit. My hand had never been able to completely encircle my dick, and I even had trouble encompassing its girth when it was soft without squeezing hard, but today it seemed fatter and bigger than ever before. I’d only beaten off that morning, but here I was, halfway up a hillside, stroking my cock that felt as though I hadn’t cum in a month.

I began to jack myself off, while images of my own father still swirled in my mind. I tried to think of all my other experiences; of Max, of my English lecture, of those numerous anonymous dicks from the sports centre bathrooms. But they all were pushed aside by thoughts of dad in his jockstrap, dad laid flat on the ground, dad scratching his balls, dad fucking my…

I suddenly collapsed to my knees with a thundering orgasm before I could fully materialise that last, most taboo, image in my mind, and as I volleyed five thick loads of cum in thick ropes across the ground before me, I began to cry. Tears of fear ran down my face, as feelings that I didn’t understand overwhelmed me. It was then that I realised my left knee had struck a rock as I’d collapsed, and now I began to cry harder, the shooting pain that was now radiating from my knee mixing with my confused thoughts, my climax completely forgotten.

After ten minutes or so I pulled myself together. I went to rub the tears from my eyes, but too late realised that my fingers were still covered in my slime, and my left eye began burning in pain. I wiped my hand on a bush that grew beside me; then wiped the smear of cum and tears from my face, before cleaning my flaccid dick as best as I could before standing up and pulling up my shorts and jockstrap. Now I was able to look at the damage I’d done to my knee, although only through my right eye, as the left was clamped tightly shut and streaming. My knee throbbed with pain, and already a thick trail of blood was running down my shin.

Feeling thoroughly miserable, I limped slowly back down the hillside, barely able to support myself on my right leg, and almost falling three times.

When I got back into the clearing, I headed straight for the pool and walked all the way in, up to my waist. I not only wanted to clean my knee out of any dirt and grime that was in there, but also to disguise the damp patch that was still spread across the front of my shorts.

“Hey, Alex. You’re back quick. What are you doing, son? You only had a bath this morning!” My father called to me from the shore as I washed the traces of cum from my left eye, then washed all of myself. I felt dirty, and I wanted to forget.

“Oh, I fell and split my knee open on a rock. It hurts like hell, and I’m just getting the crap out of the wound, dad.”

“Well, what are you doing splashing around like that, then? It’s only your knee, isn’t it?” I finished washing myself, but dared not turn around. I didn’t want to look at my dad, and I felt ashamed at that.

“I went down pretty hard. I got a face full of leaf-mould. I’m just cleaning it off.”

When I had finally mustered the courage to return to the campsite, my dad was sat up on his elbows, looking at my knee with a troubled look.

“Looks pretty bad, son. I thought I heard you call out, but you must have been quite a way up the ridge, as I wasn’t sure.” It occurred to me then that I must have cried out as I reached orgasm, and my face flushed. “Come over here and let me see it. Better make sure it doesn’t need a dressing.”

I walked over to my father, and he sat upright, and then grabbed the back of my knee firmly. This contact sent a shiver down my spine, and at once I began to imagine myself thrusting my dripping crotch into his face, making him take my cock as I had done to Max the first time we had had sex.

“It’s fine, dad, honestly,” I protested, breaking free of his grip and going back into the tent, returning with a book I’d packed for the journey. I sat the opposite side of the campfire from my father, and as he settled back down to do some more sunbathing, I attempted to absorb myself in my book, but could get no further than four pages in half an hour. My eyes were constantly drawn to my father’s body, and at this angle I could just see a glimpse of his jockstrap beneath his shorts.

His bulge was incredible. Simply laid back like that, it pushed upwards from his crotch, pulling the fabric of his shorts smooth over the mound of flesh beneath. Soon my father was lightly snoring, and I was able to gaze at him more freely. His stomach, with its slight bulge, rose and fell rhythmically, and I traced the thick trail of hair that ran down the centre of his belly and into his shorts with my eyes. He shifted a little as he dozed, his arm sliding from his face and his legs parting slightly. This allowed me an even better view up one of the legs of his shorts, and I could see the taut fabric of his jockstrap, which had masses of coarse black pubic hair pouring from beneath it. I imagined my father’s hairy low-hangers, and felt myself becoming erect again.

To divert my mind from the sight of my father, I got up and decided to go fetch some more firewood. I kept my mind filled with other thoughts, and by the time I returned to camp, it was getting dusky and dad was clearing up around the tent, ready for bed.

“Hey there, Alex. Wondered where you’d got to.” I dropped the armful of thick branches and dusted myself off.

“Sorry, it took me longer than I expected, what with this damn knee.”

“How’s it doing? Not too painful I hope?”

“No, it’s almost fine now; just a little tender to walk on.”

“I’m glad. Anyway, I’m almost ready to turn in for the night, son. How about you?” I checked my watch, and it was already nine o’clock. I realised that I’d been out, wandering around the forest, collecting wood for two hours, and I was suddenly struck by a wave of exhaustion.

“Oh yeah. I got a bit carried away collecting firewood, and I’m beat now.”

Dad stepped into the tent as I piled the spare firewood next to the tent, ready for the morning. When I entered the tent, I almost walked face-first into my own father’s hairy ass. He was bent down, pulling off his jockstrap, and I quickly backed up, hoping that he hadn’t heard me entering.

“Sorry, son, you can come in now. Didn’t mean to give you a show there.” He had heard me. I could have died, but I calmly walked into the tent, seeing my dad just as he slid into his sleeping bag. Had I been another second earlier, I thought, I would have seen his cock, naked and swinging free in front of those hairy low-hangers.

I mentally scolded myself for thinking such things, and just got undressed as quickly as possible, with my back to my father, before sliding into my own sleeping bag. With the tent being a three-man design, we had a large space between our two bags, where we kept our rucksacks. I was pleased that there was such a large gap between us, as I no longer trusted myself around my own father.

For about half an hour we lay in the dwindling light of the evening, chatting about nothing in particular, until it was almost too dark to see, and we bid each other good night. As my father’s silence became light snores, I lay in my sleeping bag, staring directly ahead, trying to make sense of it all. It was just the fact that I was really horny without my regular sessions with Max, I told myself. But as I drifted into troubled sleep, I knew I was kidding myself.

The next day I felt much more relaxed. We didn’t stray far from camp, but kept ourselves occupied, chatting like friends and enjoying the peace. In the late afternoon we decided to catch some fish for dinner, and dad retrieved two lines from his rucksack. For the next two hours we stood, knee-deep in the pool, casting our lines and slowly collecting that evening’s meal. Most of the fish were only small, but once in a while we would hook a fair-sized one, and added it to our growing pile on the bank. We then sat, industriously gutting the fish, and then slowly steamed them over the fire, and boiled some more rice to go with them.

Just as I was serving up our simple meal, dad disappeared into the tent, and then returned with a bottle of whiskey.

“I thought that seeing how you’re a man now, and that you’ve finished college, we could celebrate with a little liquor. You ever had alcohol before, son?” I’d frequently shared a bottle of liquor or a crate of beer with Max when I’d been in college, and didn’t feel the need to lie to my dad about this.

“Yeah. I drink beer quite often, and I quite like whiskey, but I prefer vodka,” I replied, smiling. Dad raised an eyebrow, a little surprised at my honesty, and chuckled.

“Well, seems you’ve done a lot of growing up in college. Fetch us a couple of beakers, boy.”

As we ate our dinner, we started to work our way through the whiskey, and by the end of the meal I already felt a little light-headed. Dad drank a lot faster than I, but seemed none the worse for it. Our conversation flowed easily, lubricated by the alcohol, and by seven o’clock we had finished the bottle and were both pretty drunk.

“So, Alex. This girl of yours… What’s her name?”

“Christine.”

“Was she good-looking?” Dad was grinning drunkenly as he sat on his haunches, knowing that I was still a little uncomfortable talking about my ‘girlfriend,’ even though he didn’t know the real reason why.

“Yeah… She was really stunning.”

“Did you give it to her often?” I shifted a little, uneasy with the conversation. “Come on, it’s your old man your talking to here. We’ve both had a bit to drink; it’s fine.”

“Well, we used to do it most days. Sometimes once in the morning, then once in the evening, if I was really horny.” Dad threw his head back, bellowing with laughter.

“That’s my boy! Good to see you’re like your old man. I could go two, three times a day when I was younger. I used to fuck whatever I could lay my hands on. I bet you’re like that too, ain’t you, boy?” In my drunken state, it took me a little while to figure out what my dad was implying, and for a moment I sat, staring at him blankly, trying to work it out. “Come on, son, are you telling me you’ve never fooled around with a guy when you were really needing it? I sure as hell have. I mean, fuck, a hole’s a hole, right?” I was shocked. I could barely believe it. My dad was openly admitting to me that he’d fooled around with other guys. My head was swimming, but the alcohol was putting words in my mouth.

“Well, yeah dad. I’ve fooled around with guys before, but…”

“Don’t you worry about it, son. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’ve got the family jewels, boy, and they need a lot of attention. Sometimes you’re mother couldn’t keep up with my demands, so we had a little arrangement.”

“Whoa, dad, I don’t need to know. I can guess what you’re saying, but that stuff’s private.” I’d never heard dad talking like this before, and it had caught me completely off-balance; being drunk wasn’t helping me either.

“Hey, like I said, we need a lot of attention. I mean,” dad paused as he groggily hauled himself to his feet. Then, he suddenly pulled down his shorts, letting his cock and balls flop heavily against his thigh. “Look at this, boy. This thing needs more than just one person can give.” I was dumbstruck. My father was stood not four feet away from me, showing me his mighty cock. It was soft, but it was still as long as mine was hard, and as thick as mine is flaccid. “Come on, son, let’s see if you’ve inherited your dad’s meat.”

Everything was moving so fast for me. But as I watched his fat dick and low-hanging, hairy bull-balls, I rose to my feet and without thinking lowered my own shorts. My dad inspected my cock, tilting his head to one side like a curious dog, and gave a low whistle.

“I bet you’ve made some fucker scream with that thing, boy. Good to see that you got the best of your old man’s genes.” With that, my dad stepped out of his shorts and jockstrap and began sprinting towards the pool. “Come on, son, take a dip,” he called as he splashed into the water. “I was starting to get a little hot and bothered back there, and if you’re anything like me, you are too.” It was right. The only reason I hadn’t begun getting hard was due to the alcohol, and a plunge in the cold water would do me good. I stripped off my shorts and ran towards the water, feeling my limp dick and hefty bollocks bouncing around between my thighs.

The cold water was like a punch in the guts in my drunken state, and for a moment I couldn’t catch my breath. Soon, though, I was swimming around the clear pool, enjoying the feeling of my genitals floating freely beneath me.

“I’m getting damned horny, son. How about you?” My father was stood in the centre of the pool, with the water up to his nipples, and although I couldn’t see from where I was, by the movements of his arm I guessed he was playing with himself. “It’s perfectly natural, son. I bet you’ve beaten off more times than you’ve had hot meals, am I right?” I nodded weakly, stunned at my father’s brazen behaviour, but I stopped swimming and stood a little way from him. Stood up, I was able to see the distorted form of his cock, which appeared to be getting hard, with his hand wrapped around it. The ripples of the water made it hard to see properly, but it was already looking huge.

“Dad, this isn’t right. I’m horny too, yeah, but this is freaking me out.”

“And I know why you’re horny, boy,” my dad said, his eyes focused on mine and his voice now lower, more ominous. “I saw you watching me yesterday. Watched me getting into those skimpy little shorts that showed off my big package. Then you went and beat off in the woods, didn’t you?” I stood stone still, not daring to say anything. “Yeah, you beat off in the woods thinking about your old man. I heard you call out.”

“But I fell…” I replied weakly.

“You don’t shout like that when you fall over, boy. Don’t you try and kid your old man. I’ve got 25 years on you, and I’ve done it all. Now answer me, you were beating off in the woods, thinking about your old man, weren’t you?”

“Y…Yes, dad.” I hung my head, completely ashamed of myself. “But I tried not to. It’s wrong, and I know that.”

“Didn’t stop you coming back and copping a good look at your old man again though, did it? You thought I was asleep, that I didn’t see you while you were ‘reading’ your book. You spent more time looking up my shorts than you did at that book, didn’t you?”

“Yes, dad.”

“So, you like men then, Alex? You like them better than women? And don’t lie. I know you’ve been lying about this Christine.” The look on my face was enough to answer his questions, and I remained silent, feeling like a five-year-old. “What about your old man, Alex? You like him? You like his body?”

“Dad, I don’t know what to think.” I looked at him, but my eyes were drawn down to his cock, which I could see him slowly stroking beneath the water. 

“I think you know exactly what to think, son. I think you know exactly what to do, too.” I looked at my father, aghast. “Don’t play innocent with me, boy. You’re anything but. Now come here and show your father the respect he deserves.” I stayed where I was, rooted to the spot, too fearful that this was some cruel hoax.

“COME HERE, BOY!” roared my father. Suddenly my feet carried me forward, into the deeper water, and before I knew it I was stood inches away from my father, the two of us naked, my father stroking his erection. My own cock was still soft, my mind too filled with fear and confusion to think about anything else. “Now, Alex, show your father the respect that I deserve.”

With that, I felt myself being pushed beneath the water, and my face was pushed up against my own father’s rock-hard cock. I panicked, imagining myself drowning by my own father’s hand, and flailed helplessly beneath the water, until I felt myself being dragged up to the surface.

“Don’t worry, son.” My dad’s voice was now softer again, and the look in his eyes was now pleading. I felt the head of his cock pressing into my groin, and he thrust it against me a little harder as he spoke, emphasising his words. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Alex. You’re my son and I love you. We both have needs that we can help each other out with. Help your old man, son.” And with that he leant forward and kissed me. I’d never been kissed by anyone with a goatee before, and it felt strange, but in a good way. My father’s soft fat tongue rolled around my mouth, playing with my own, and I soon felt myself melting to my father’s passionate embrace. I pulled myself in close to him, his hard, thick cock pressed against my stomach as my own cock quickly swelled and throbbed to its full size, pushing itself against my father’s thighs. He opened his legs a little to allow me to slide my cock between them, then closed them again, trapping my hard fat dick as I began pumping my hips back and forth a little.

Then, tenderly breaking our kiss, my dad took a step back and placed his hands upon my shoulders, and gently pushed me beneath the water. I went willingly this time, and I quickly took hold of my dad’s dick and began shoving his head between my lips.

It was so unbelievably big. I had both my hands wrapped around its girth by now, and they were having a hard time meeting around the baseball-bat thickness of his shaft. By the time I finally had managed to fit his head into my mouth, I was in serious need of air, and so reluctantly pulled off my dad’s cock and came back up to the surface.

“Can we go back to the tent? I’ll be able to do this a lot better there, dad.” He looked at me, smiling.

“That’s a damn big dick, isn’t it son? Finding it too much for you?”

“No, it’s amazing, but I’ll be able to suck it a lot better if I don’t have to keep coming up for air every ten seconds.” My dad laughed heartily then pulled me close to him in a bearhug, kissing me passionately once again.

“Come on, then.”

Once ashore, dad lay down on the grass in front of the fire that was now starting to dwindle. I was now able to fully appreciate his tool, which was easily thirteen inches long, and far thicker than mine was.

“Fucking hell, dad, it’s huge.”

“Yeah, son. I’m damn big. Now suck on that dick, boy, and get me real horny.”

I dropped to my hands and knees, straddling my dad’s groin. With one hand, my father raised the mighty tool to my lips, and I flicked my tongue over the firm, smooth head, tasting his precum. I then opened my mouth as wide as I could get it, and engulfed his throbbing glans within the warmth of my mouth.

“Mmm, yeah, son, that feels good. Suck on your dad’s dick. Take this monster.”

I sucked hard on his head, my mouth slowly filling with his viscous precum, which I swallowed down like nectar. Dad began bucking his hips upwards slightly, beating his huge blunt head against the back of my throat. I had never taken a dick anywhere near this size before, and was unsure of whether it would even fit into my throat, but I wanted to give my dad the best blowjob I knew how to give. Relaxing my gag reflex, I dove down onto his rigid prong and suddenly the head was forced into my gullet, expanding my throat to accommodate the incredible size. I held it there for as long as I could, allowing my gullet to get used to the size, until I withdrew it back into my mouth again, sucking in breath through my nose.

“Fuck, boy, that’s good. Don’t stop now, you’re doing just fine.” Pleased with my father’s praise, I wedged his cock back down my throat, sinking it even further inside me. I must have been impaled one around ten of his enormous inches now, with three of those down my throat. I kept swallowing, which both massaged dad’s hard shaft and head, and pulled him deeper inside my mouth, before retreating off his length once more, gulping for breath.

“Oh my god, Alex, you’re amazing. Fuck, that’s feels so good. Yeah, eat your dad’s fat meat. Take it all.”

As I deepthroated dad’s beast for a third time, I drove myself right down onto the entire length. It was so wide at the base that my teeth were digging into his massive, throbbing root, but I stayed there, once again massaging his shaft, six inches of which were buried deep within my throat.

Slowly removing him into my mouth, I ran my tongue along the shaft as it slid from between my lips, tracing over the bulging veins that supplied this giant with the blood that kept it as hard as stone. I then soon worked up a rhythm, bobbing my head up and down along dad’s length; with each stroke I would manage to swallow almost all of his mighty dick, and soon I could tell he was getting ready to cum, which made me suck even harder and faster.

“Oh, yeah… Fucking hell… Ungh… Ungh… Oh… Fuck… Alex, I’m… Alex… Oh, Alex!” Dad grabbed hole of my head with both hands, plunging me all the way down onto his fat rod as he came. Within my throat, it swelled even larger and harder for a second, bucking strongly as I felt the first copious volley of cum, a river of white-hot jizz, flooded directly into my stomach. I quickly pulled off his length until only his head was filling my mouth, still swallowing down the deluge of his first wad, as a second blast, just as big as the first, surged into my mouth. The amount was incredible, and within a moment it was spurting from the edges of my lips, my mouth unable to contain the torrent of my father’s thick bullslime.

Again and again, dad shot gluey wads of his seed into my mouth. I drank down as much as I was able, but the excess ran down my chin in waves, dropping with great splashes onto his hairy bollocks, which were pulled up tight against the root of his jerking shaft. After ten full loads of his cream, dad’s orgasm finally subsided, and I fell from his cock, collapsing onto his heaving stomach, gasping for breath, my face drenched with his cum. His dick flopped down in front of my face, and I leant forward, suckling on the head that was still oozing globs of sticky goo from the long gaping slit.

“Alex, 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.

I hesitated and he ripped off my shirt. "Put them on, now", he said with great anger. I took off my shorts, and boxers trying to hide myself out of modesty, and put on everything. He then said, "Nobody will believe this. Take them back off." I did and still covering myself as best as I could, he guided me into the bathroom. He turned on the shower water and forced me in. He handed me a razor and said, "Shave all your body hair." I started to and he watched me the whole time. I shaved my chest, underarms, ass, legs, arms, and pubes. He even made me shave the hair on my feet. I got out and he forced me to put everything back on. Then he threw me a black dress. "Put it on, we"re leaving soon", he said. I was so confused and nervous I did it without thinking of what might happen next. I looked in the mirror. I actually looked like a woman. There were minor features that would suggest otherwise, but only upon close examination.

He guarded me out to the car and we got in. I didn"t dare ask what he was doing, but he offered it anyway. "You know James, your mother and I haven"t been on a date in 4 months. We haven"t had sex in 4 months. I need a date and I"m so horny I could explode." I didn"t say anything. I just sate nervously in the passenger seat of his SUV. When we got out we were at the nicest restaurant in town. It was called "Promenade". We went in and got a table for two. Throughout the night he treated me as if I were his date. He ordered for me, small talked, and rested his hand on my leg throughout the meal. I was so uncomfortable and nervous about somebody finding out who I was, I couldn"t move. The thong was driving me crazy and so where the high healed shoes he"d made me wear. I felt dreadful. When we had eaten, we went back out to his car. He moved his hand further up my leg while driving. I have to admit I was sort of turned on. Not in a conventional way, but in a surreal, fantasy way. We got to the house and he led me into his room. "Lay down on the bed", he said. I did and he climbed over me and took off the dress. He then made me stand up, spread my legs, and bend over. He smacked my ass and squeezed it. 

He leaned down and pressed his mouth against my ears "You know you"re my bitch now, right", he whispered. My whole body shuddered. It was true. "Say you"re my bitch.", he said. "I - I"m your bitch.", I muttered. "You"re nothing, but a fucking pussy. I"ve always known you were gay. Now you"re going to get what you deserve, and I"m going to get what I want." I was powerless, he could do anything he wanted and I couldn"t do a thing. He lie down on the bed. "Undress me you faggot", he said. I moved over to the bed. I took off his shoes, and socks. He made me suck on his toes until he felt it was sufficient. I then took off his pants. He always wore briefs and there was hair sticking out from every orifice of his underwear. He forced my head into his groin. I removed his shirt and his wife beater. He forced me to his mouth and stuck his tongue in my mouth. 

He got spit all over me and wouldn"t let me wipe it off. He moved my head down to his hairy chest and nipples. I licked them until they were hard, and then I moved down to his stomach. I was about to his briefs when he turned over. "Take them off", he demanded. I removed them exposing his hair-covered ass. He pressed my face into his asshole. "Clean it up.", he said. It was sweaty and dirty (on purpose probably) and I had to hold my breath. He moaned at this and after what seemed like hours, pulled my face up. He got up on all fours. His fat dick was erect and pulsating with anticipation. "Get under here", he said. I crawled under him knowing what was coming next. He stuck three of his fingers in my mouth. I almost gagged until he removed them. He stuck them, one at a time, into my now exposed ass. "No wonder you never had any girlfriends. You couldn"t even fuck them with your small cock." My cock, erect was only about four inches to his seven. I felt embarrassed and humiliated, but there was nothing I could do. All at once he pulled his fingers out of my ass and shoved his dick in. I screamed. "You fucking bitch. Do you like my cock in your ass?", he said. I tried not to scream because I knew it just made him happier. I bit on a pillow to buffer the sound. 

He kept thrusting until he was ready to cum. He got up and sat down on the bed. He pulled me on top of him. "You do the rest of the work.", he commanded. He kissed my chest while I moved my body up and down on his cock. His coarse hair rubbed against me. He finally came in my ass. He immediately pulled his cock out and into my mouth. It was covered with cum and sweat and shit. I sucked it clean. He got down on his knees and licked the cum off of my legs and ass. He pulled me over for a kiss and deposited everything back into my mouth. He threw me on the bed and put his arm and leg over me. He wouldn"t allow me to jack off or even move. I slept in his sweaty, hairy arms all night. The next morning I got up, jacked off and went downstairs. There was a note from him telling me to be dressed and ready for that night. I had no idea what was in store for me next.