A requested story by a reader. He wanted a father/son story after reading one of my mother/daughter ones. So here it is, enjoy.
And for those who insist on throwing bad comments my way, do us both a favor and don't waste your time or mine. I will ignore them and delete them.
Everyone in this story is over eighteen even though it is not stated in the story as such.
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He is prone over me trying to pin my arms down again, but failing. I am pretty tuff especially when wrestling my dad. Wrestling or play fighting with him is normal, no matter where we are. We are out in a large field near of camp which makes a perfect place for us because we have been known to break stuff.
I get to my knees on either side of his hips and try to push him off using my legs, but he would just push back harder. I give another big push, but when my dad pushes back, his hips slip past my knees and his crotch collides with mine, leaving his rock hard cock pressed against mine and his face just inches away from mine.
We slowly stop laughing and come to the realization of what is happening. My dad has a boner, there is no doubt about it and I'm pretty sure he knows I have one too. I have never been this turned on before and as I look into his eyes, he raises his eyebrow and I bite my lip. We have now stopped wrestling and are now just holding each other's arms, not wanting to move. My cock takes control and I grind my hips forward slowly, I can't help it. I mean fuck it, why not? It just feels so good and right.
My dad responds by grinding his hips into mine, rubbing his cock up and down my shaft, making me want more. I can hear him breathing a sigh whenever of cock finish a stroke. I begin to breathe more heavily as our hips begin to grind more purposefully, slowly gaining rhythm and speed as our hips go forward and backward. Then he stops moving his hips and gets up. I smile hardly believing what has just happened. Whatever it was I like it and I want more. I get up too and follow him back to our camp. It is getting late and we still needed to cook some dinner.
After dinner, we talked as we have every night of our trip, but nothing was said about our earlier encounter and I was kind of afraid to bring it up. Eventually, he says it's time to hit the sleeping bags.