Note: This story contains gay sex and incest.
The next morning, Dad poked his head into Jamie's bedroom and asked if he wanted to go on a hike. They used to do this together all the time when Jamie was younger, but not so much since he had entered high school and met a lot of friends and started doing sports.
The eighteen year old was still half asleep when his father stepped in and sat on the edge of his son's bed. He peeled back Jamie's sheet to ogle at the slim, athletic youth. Jamie's smaller body was covered only by the same blue briefs that he wore during last night's ordeal. And his morning wood strengthened the resemblance: the blue fabric stretched tightly around Jamie's teen boner.
While trying to blink the sleep from his eyes, Jamie stretched himself from head to toe, giving his dad a real show of his young, fit form. The older man couldn't resist the temptation, placing a hand on his son's naked thigh. He moved up the lightly fuzzed upper leg until his hungry hand found his son's stiff woody. He grabbed at it through the straining fabric, causing a moan to slip from Jamie's throat. With his other hand, Dad cupped the boy's balls.
In his drowsy state, Jamie's whole body wriggled as Dad harassed his aroused sex-parts. His cock swelled to rock-hardness in an instant under his father's ministrations. His big unit seeped precum, and the wet spot grew larger and sticker while Dad squeezed Jamie's balls and kneaded his oversized teen meat.
It felt so good, but they shouldn't be doing this. Jamie looked up at his father. "I thought you said you wanted to go on a hike."
Dad smiled reluctantly pulling his hands away from Jamie's undies. "Yeah, I thought we could, uh, get away for a while today."
"If it means you'll stop jerking me off in my own bed, you perv, then yeah, I guess I'll go." Damn, Jamie's head was buzzing. His dad had worked him up into a fervor. He could act dismissive of his father's advances, but Jamie know the truth of his own desires.
He inquired into the whereabouts of his mother and sister. Jamie wasn't totally opposed to fucking around - he was a horny teenager after all - but he seemed to have more sense about it than his father. What a disaster it would be if they were caught. They already pushed it too far last night, doing it in the living room.
His father took the hint and left Jamie alone in his room to get ready. The teenager pulled himself out of bed, stopping himself from walking into the hall when he remembered that he still had a big, hard dick bulging out the front of his briefs, with the corresponding slick, wet spot.
He pulled on some clothes and went to the bathroom to shower. After eating breakfast, he went to get dressed for the day. He picked out a pair of little running shorts, from back when he was on the track team, and a tank top. The shorts were pretty short, showing off his long, lean legs. The tank top was a snug fit, leaving his strong arms bare and hugging his slender, toned torso. Looking at himself in the mirror was making him hard again. He was a pretty sexy young man. But why did he want to look sexy when he was just going out with his dad? He felt queasy that he had just dressed up like this to attract his own father. But even as his shame flooded in, his short little shorts filled out in the front with his growing teen erection. He remembered his father's eager hands just a little while ago, grabbing at Jamie's horny member.
A horn honked and Jamie snapped out of it. Trying to flush the thought from his mind, he hurried out to the car where his father was waiting. They were quickly off down the road, headed towards the hiking trails.
Along the way, there was an unspoken tension. Jamie noticed his Dad taking looks at him every now and then, the man's gaze roving across his son's scantily-clad form. Jamie glanced over at his father and saw the lump in his dad's jeans.
"I'm glad you agreed to come along with me today, Jamie." He shot a smile in Jamie's direction. "It's been a long time since we've gotten away, just the two of us."
"Yeah," was all Jamie could say. He was surreptitiously looking at Dad's bulge, secretly wanting to unzip right there on the road and take it into his mouth. Fuck, Jamie was too horny. His dad's "bedside manner" had got his temperature running too hot.
Dad continued, "Those are some very nice workout clothes. I don't think I've seen you wear those before. Maybe you'd like to wear them more often? I'd love to see you around the house in a cute little outfit like that."
"Erm, sure," Jamie mumbled. His face was red at his dad's obvious motives. Despite his seductive intent playing out as expected, the eighteen year old was still unsettled by his father's lascivious attention. Since the beginning, Jamie had felt conflicted about the situation. He was horny, and Dad offered an outlet for that. But on the other hand, this was Dad. It was gross! And worse, Dad didn't seem to have any reservations at all. He was a full-blown pervert, lusting after his own teenage son. Yet, here Jamie was, alone with his father, no doubt on their way to another booty call. Jamie was here for it. As much as he hated himself, he wanted it, too.
They pulled up to a red light and Dad was able to turn his full attention to Jamie.
"Anyway, it's a great outfit to exercise in. I'm glad you're still interested in physical activity. We need to keep this body in top shape, right?"
Dad lightly slapped his son's bare thigh, as if it were a gesture of male camaraderie. But they both knew the score. Dad didn't remove his hand. The man's eyes drilled into Jamie's bare flesh, his hand sliding up along his leg, moving towards the inner thigh and slipping into the loose leg hole. His fingers brushed Jamie's well-packed undies, pressing on the young man's mounded pouch.
Jamie again felt that familiar tightness in his underwear. Despite himself, his teenage body was reacting to Dad's lewdness. He was worried that he actually enjoyed being complimented in this way.
Then the light changed and Dad withdrew his hand and hit the gas. They tootled along as if nothing had happened, but Jamie was left with a fuzzy head and tented shorts. The next few minutes dipped into silence again and Dad managed to keep his hands to himself.
Jamie stared out the window, but was too preoccupied to notice the cityscape giving way to trees. By the time they pulled off onto a patch of dirt next to the tree line, Jamie's cock had gone down, but his mind was still a jumble.
This wasn't their old hiking trail, Jamie noted. "What is this place?" he asked.
"This is a new trail I found. It's more... private."
Indeed, there was only one other car parked nearby. Of course, Jamie understood exactly why his dad wanted a "more private" place to take his son. Just the thought of it gave Jamie butterflies. Were they really going to do something out here? Was Dad actually planning on fooling around in this public place? Even though it seemed pretty isolated, there was still the risk of strangers coming along. As they set off, Jamie felt the promise of imminent gratification swirling with a hint of danger.
They hiked for about 15 minuted when Dad halted. "Just stop and listen," he said.
