Dad wanted to go on our semi yearly fishing trip even though I was now graduated and on my own. Something about keeping some traditions alive. The thing is, I hated fishing. Was completely bored with it and I thought once I had moved out I would never have to do that again.
I knew I was gay since I saw Tommy Dawson in the locker room changing for gym class in eighth grade and I noticed he had a rather big dick. I got hard immediately and sucked off to a bathroom stall before I became fodder for the bully brigade.
I felt the same way around dad when he stripped down to just his shorts and a smile in the boat. I knew I couldn’t keep the facade up forever and being alone with him in a boat with next to nothing on was just daring fate.
So I agreed because he is my dad, but I hedged my bet. I told him I’d go but I get to bring a buddy. His eyes widened but acquiesced once I told him I wanted to bring my bestie, Greg. He’s been my rock through high school and more importantly he knew how I felt about these fishing trips. I told him after I came out to him after sharing wine coolers one Saturday night. He may not look it, all bookish and smart, but his strong arms are my comfort zone when I feel down.
We aren’t boyfriends, but I can always rely on him to make me feel better about things.
Dad agreed but only after telling me he was bringing a buddy from work then as well. He didn’t go into who it was, just that it was someone who had been asking him to come along for a while now. I didn’t care as I would have Greg there to be my shield against my internal demons.
On the Friday morning we were heading out, Greg showed up at my apartment with a goofy grin and even goofier hat as he packed his fishing rod and snacks for a weekend into my jeep. We headed off to meet Dad at the camp site on grampa’s lake front in the middle of fucking nowhere.
An hour later and we were pulling in beside Dad’s red dusty Ford F150 outside the cabin. As we started to unload Dad came outside to meet us. No shirt with his furry chest gleaming in the early summer sun. I tried not to stare and turned my head to his left and saw something even more treacherous; a bare chested guy who could model for a bad cops calendar. Jesus Christ, I was in trouble here!!
As Dad grabbed some gear from my jeep, he introduced us to Bryce, a coworker of his. Right then I was rethinking my choice of employment. I shook his firm grip and greeted him only to be met with a low grumble of a hello and a nice to meet the son I’d heard so much about. I chubbed up immediately.
We headed inside and as Greg and I headed into our bedroom, I collapsed across our double bed and bemoaned about how I was going to survive this weekend. Greg suggested I just come out to my dad, but I replied back that I would probably end up as a fishing accidental drowning and that would be the end of me. I mean, come on, you saw how masculine he and mister muscles looked. You think they want to be around a fag?
Greg just looked at me and gave me a hug and said that I was stronger than this and helped me put away my clothes.
When we came back out, Dad was putting away some bottles of beer into the fridge and Bryce was sitting at the table going through his tackle box, probably for the fourth time today.
Dad looked up and said that he waited until I got here for me to help put the boat into the lake. Then he clapped his hands and said it was time. If we got it in now, we may be able to take a quick ride before sunset on the lake.
Greg and I helped guide dad as he backed the boat down to the launch site and slowly released the craft from its trailer after it was backed into the lake. Bryce stepped in and applied his muscles to help release it while I guided it over to the pier grampa but behind the cabin. As I steered it I realized that all the years coming up here with Dad had given me some skills.
Fifteen minutes later dad had parked his truck again and the guys were gathered around boat to take our inaugural ride on the lake. As I looked around at the big beautiful body of water I was reminded of the many trips dad and I had made up year. Never caught a lot of fish but then I never claimed to be a fisherman. Truth be told, I would be more at home looking at a tv or a tablet watching a show with naked fishermen fucking each other. Oops, better not go down that rabbit hole!
I focused instead on dad’s prelaunch checklist. Safety measures all in place? Check. Spare gas can in the tool box area? Check. No exposed wires? Check. Everyone ready? Double check!
The ride around the lake was quite relaxing as I took in familiar sites. The big rocks along the east shore that looked like people. The hill with the two tall spruce trees that leaned towards each other. The pool along the shore that was deceptively cold and deep. The little island in the center that held only bugs and a metal box with three matchbox cars in it. Definitely a ride into my past but it helped me keep my mind off my dad, who seems to keep getting attractive every year and his friend who’d I’d let teach me how to be the ultimate bad boy.
We got back to the cabin as the sun was setting and secured the boat before heading in for dinner. Bryce whipped up some tasty hamburger and potatoes dish that was polished off before we rose from the table.
I volunteered to do up the dishes to keep me from being too exposed with my constant hardon from seeing Bryce’s sexy smile as he placed his arm around both my dad and Greg as they headed to the porch to sit.
I did a slow cleaning as I cleared my head from the bad thoughts surrounding dad’s friend. I was usually just clearing my head from dad and his attractive body, but this trip was going to be twice the battle. Before I joined them in the porch, I slipped into the bathroom and jerked off a rather full load in hopes of allaying my obvious desire for them. It worked, sort of…
As I stepped outside there was a bit of scuttling as room was being made for me. There was only two chairs so I grabbed a seat on the floor by dad’s feet. Greg was already leaning against Bryce’s legs and I just thought that he was rather bold. Then I was cursing him for getting first contact.
We sat like that as dad recounted past adventures he and I had made, even retelling how we had buried the treasure chest on the little island when I was twelve.
When Bryce asked if it was always this quiet up here, dad explained that grampa owned the entire lake and a good bit of the grounds beyond it. Wanted to have a sanctuary to be able to escape to. Then Bryce added that we could all go butt naked then and nobody would be any wiser!
I swallowed a hard gulp as the guys laughed and then Dad said that the fish would protest to see your ugly ass naked though. After that the mood shifted to a quieter setting and not long after we were heading to bed. Dad and Bryce had the master bedroom while Greg and I shared the secondary unit.
Once in bed, I was going to ask Greg how he managed to be leaning against those amazing strong hairy legs but I fell asleep before I realized just how tired I was.
I woke with a serious need to pee so I slid out of bed with a singular focus in my mind. So much so that I didn’t realize that I was the only one in my bed. After relieving myself, I slowly walked back to the bedroom but was stopped by noises emanating from the other bedroom. Curious, I stepped closer to the door to investigate.
Figuring I would hear the secret discussions of my dad and Bryce, I was surprised to hear Greg’s voice with them, urging them to fuck him like the bitch he was.
What? Did I hear that right? I heard Greg grunting again as the bed was squeaking under them. I heard Bryce’s gravelly voice saying something about taking all his fucking cock up his ass you little slut.
A quick thought back and I realized that Greg wasn’t in bed when I woke up and so I slid to the doorway. I watched Greg get his ass drilled by my dad’s sexy as fuck masculine friend while dad himself sat up at the headboard forcing Greg face first into his crotch.
What the fuck? Dad was getting head, no he was actually fucking Greg’s face and I had no idea he even swung this way? He just held Greg by the back of the head as lifted his hips and drive his cock in and out of my friend’s mouth mercilessly.
As Bryce drove his dick up Greg’s Hershey Highway he commented to dad that he was hoping for a bit of this. Especially after the way we tore up that fruit at the gym. Man he couldn’t get enough of my beast. He practically backed onto your cock as he swallowed me wholly to my balls. Fuck I love having fags go down on me. It’s like a badge of honor for them to swallow every fucking inch!
Meanwhile dad was burying his stuff cock down Greg’s greedy throat repeatedly as he started grunting. Bryce just laughed as he said that dad wasn’t going to last long. I know those grunts!!
Dad’s hairy legs started shaking as he threw his head back against the headboard and began to moan louder as Greg loudly made sucking noises in his lap. Bryce grabbed Greg around the hips and began a swift deep penetration of his now opened back end as he joined dad’s pleasure call.
As the two men began their symphony of sexual excess, it rose to a crescendo until dad moaned a fervid ‘FUCK’ as he grabbed Greg’s head and held him down on his unit. Seeing this spurred Bryce to drive deep into Greg’s insides as he actually howled while unloading up my friend’s ass.
I fucking came in my shorts just watching this before disappearing back into the shadows and then into the bathroom again. I tried to clean up as best as I could but a load that big wasn’t going away easily. I fluffed my T-shirt to hide anything as I made my way back to the bedroom. On my way there I ran into a very surprised Greg. He said he was kinda hungry and went to the kitchen to get a bite.
Really, I thought. So I asked him if he found anything and he replied he grabbed something that filled the hole in his belly, then he laughed.
Saturday on the lake turned out to be a very tense situation. Dad and Bryce were tiptoeing around me like they were trying to keep a secret. Meanwhile Greg made every effort to touch them and make innuendos while drinking from his bottle of coke or eating one of his bananas. It was amusing to see them uncomfortable for a change.
When we got to the little island I offered to show Greg where I buried my secret treasure. As we neared the spot we were out of earshot from dad and Bryce. I told him I knew about last night. I didn’t realize he was also gay, but I should’ve known by how good he was at dealing with my emotions.
He just stared at me with a grin in his face and he asked me if I was mad. I gave him a stern look and then said I spunked my shorts watching. He giggled as he told me that they were afraid I might wake you because they were such rough fuckers, but I guess they were nothing compared to your bladder!
Then I asked the question I was curious about, was my dad as rough a fucker as I figured? Greg just looked at me and said he didn’t know. I only got to blow his big dick last night. He is very tasty though. Bigger than Coach Barton and he damn near made me silent for a week in our junior year when I figured out a way to get that A without attending class. Think that bitch Chrissy was blowing him the class before . He would fuck my mouth like a trooper without risk of coming too soon.
The rest of the trip that day Greg sat next to dad in the boat and made multiple grabs at his equipment while I was fishing off the other side of the boat. I could feel the vibrations when Greg made contact and dad reacted. It was hard not to laugh.
That night as I cleaned up dinner dishes, I knew Greg was going for broke. When I made it back out to the porch, only Bryce was there. I asked where dad and Greg were and he said that dad wanted to show him the perfect spot to watch the stars. I asked why Bryce didn’t go and he said he wasn’t much for astronomy. I bet, he was probably told to stay here and keep me here as well.
A short while later, I heard a howling like a coyote, but I knew they weren’t indigenous. It was Greg. His way of letting me know that someone just seeded his hole. Bryce gave me a toothy grin as he said he was going to go take a shower before everyone got back. I thought of a load of cum being washed down the drain and sighed. I was the friend’s kid, so I was definitely not on the menu.
That night I woke again to go pee and surprise, the bed was empty again. As I slid past Dad’s bedroom door, I saw something I’d only heard about until then. Dad was lying on his back with Greg on top of him. They were kissing as dad was fucking him. Then Bryce lay down atop of Greg and he started kissing his neck as well.
Suddenly Greg’s face went pale as Bryce sucked onto his ear. I risked exposure to see what was going on. Bryce was fucking Greg too. Both he and my dad were fucking him at the same time. I didn’t think an asshole could stretch that farm, but here it was happening.
Dad grinned up at Bryce as they gave my friend a double dicking. I could see their hips pumping at their own rates, every so often they would coincide as they both buried their cocks up his ass simultaneously. Greg was grunting with all the excess sensations flooding his lower half.
To keep him quiet, dad went back to kissing him while he and Bryce split his ass wide open. At some point Greg wrapped his arms around dad and hugged him while he was being DPed and began grunting again, this time in pleasure instead of pain.
I watched my buddy go into a blissful state just before he raised his head and groaned. I actually saw cum squirt out between his and dad’s sweaty chests.
When the cum hit dad on the chin it must’ve triggered a cascade as he wrapped his arms around Greg and grunted like he was having a heart attack. Bryce was right there with him as hunched his back and drove his hips deep into Greg’s ass and froze in place. I could only imagine the warm flood invading my buddy’s ass right then. All I could do was to commit this scene to memory and then slink off to the bathroom to cum my load as well.
That fishing trip changed things in my life. My best friend Greg turned out to be gay as well. We now had much more adventures together. We made out a couple times, but it was only because he wanted to compare me and my dad’s fucking.
Also, I no longer dreaded going to the lake. I just made sure Greg went with me and suddenly the focus was off me. Who knows, I might even come out now.
Finally, I joined dad’s gym to start building myself muscularly and sexually. His friends have no compunction about nailing a twink in the steam room, even if he is a friend’s kid. Their mantra… He kneels, he feeds!
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