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I had been looking forward to this for two months now, since the day my dad offered for me to come with him and his friend on a canoe trip. I was impatient to go, not to experience nature, but because my dad's friend had been the subject of my fantasies for years. He was a 6 foot 4 muscular alpha male, with thick black hair all over his body. My dad had a similar body type but was shorter, at 6 foot 1, and not as hairy. Not even close. They were both taller than me at 5 foot 11 and at 19, there was no chance that I would catch up.
His name is Paul and he's been my dad's best friend since before I was born. The idea of spending two weeks with him in the woods and on the water was a dream come true. After two months of frantic masturbation sessions, involving all possible scenarios, the day of our departure finally came. We strapped the canoes on the trailer, got our gear in the truck and were on our way. As it was a 4 hour drive, I found time to quietly jerk off, into my pants, just from looking at Paul's shoulders and neck. I was thinking it would be impossible to hide my desire for the next 2 weeks.
We finally got to the river, where we had a quick lunch before loading the canoes and starting our trip down the river. I was in one with my dad while Paul was going solo. We went down a couple of small rapids and made good progress. By 4 pm we had reached a small lake, the planned location of our first camp site. We searched for a little while, until we found the perfect little beach.
We unloaded the canoes and tied them up. While I was beginning to get the tent out, much to my surprise, I noticed that both my dad and Paul were getting naked. I was thinking I might finally get a look at Paul's cock. Unfortunately, he had his back to me, however, my dad was facing me. The first cock I saw was my dad's! Looking at his cock and Paul's ass was already having an effect on me. I knew I'd get a hard-on in no time if I kept looking, but I couldn't miss the opportunity to see Paul's cock. It was beautiful.
Neither my dad or Paul had put anything on after undressing. I was too shocked to say anything. In fact, for all that I knew this was normal behaviour for a men's canoe trip. We continued with setting up the tents; their massive cocks swinging all over the place. My jaw was to the floor the whole time. I couldn't help but look. I kept repeating to myself "stop looking, stop looking". Both my dad and Paul were making me so hard.
I contemplated getting naked too, but how could I? I had a massive hard-on and was already having difficulty hiding it. Thank god I had already put my t-shirt on while emptying the canoe. I was now hiding what my pants waistband couldn't contain.
Once the tents were up, I announced I had to go to the bathroom. I walked into the woods to jerk off, cuming almost instantly. I was still hugely erect and throbbing worse than ever. After forcing myself to think about things that turned me off, I was able to get it down to a manageable semi. I walked back to camp, only to cross paths with Paul gathering firewood. In an instant, I was aroused again.
How would I be able to last two weeks with those two, especially if they were going to be naked every night. This trip was turning into a nightmare. Eventually, after getting the fire going and talking while preparing diner, my hard-on finally diminish. Although I was still fixated on both their cocks, I forced myself to look away and think of other things.
After dinner my dad said "We should jump in the river to clean up, before we get into our tents." I dove into the water fast, keeping my underwear on as I jumped in. I wanted to get in and out before they got me hard again, otherwise I would be trapped in the water, unable to get out without exposing my desire.
They soon joined me, both standing there with the water up to the tips of their cocks. From the deeper water, I could not help but look at them soaping themselves up. Paul startled me when he asked "Can you get my back?" to my father. As my father started soaping Paul's back, my mouth watered. I dipped below the water, just to prevent myself from jumping on them and sucking their cocks like the depraved maniac I wanted to be.
When Paul proceeded to soap my dad's back, I turned away. I couldn't bear looking at them anymore. Finally, they jumped into the deeper water to rinse themselves off, so I took the opportunity to get out. While getting out my dad asked "Did you wash yourself with your underwear on son?". I didn't answer, just heading straight into my tent where I dried myself and slipped into my sleeping bag.
It was a hot summer night and it was only around 8pm. Hell, the sun was still out, but what else could I do? I was still sporting an erection. It's not like I could pretend to go to the bathroom again. I figure the only thing I could do was quickly get another load off in my sleeping bag.
It was hot in that sleeping bag and I was stroking slowly and silently, while they sat by the fire talking and drinking their beer. It didn't take long before my leg became rigid. I bit down on my sleeping bag. I could feel the pressure building up from my slow stroke. I'd stopped breathing, all the muscles in my body fighting to keep the dam from breaking. I did my best to stay quiet, but couldn't and exhaled loudly as the pressure was released. I was suppressing a loud moan with sharp, short breaths for every load of cum that was pulsating out of my cock. Cum was dripping from my chest, into my bed for the night. My leg was forced up, visibly out of place, fighting the intense electric tingling spreading from my groin to the base of my neck. This was surely the most intense orgasm of my life, triggered by a fantasy involving my dad, for the first time. I cleaned up the best I could and tried to go to sleep, but it was uncomfortably hot and still not dark.
After a couple hours I heard my dad say "I'm going out on the lake to look at the stars" before hearing him get into a canoe and paddle away. Shortly after, I heard Paul get into his tent. I was tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable in the heat when I then heard Paul ask "You not asleep yet?"
"I just can't sleep with this heat," I replied.
"Want to watch a movie on my tablet with me?"
I wasn't sure what to say. The idea of getting in Paul's tent was a dream, but how would I be able to hide my desire being so close to him.
"Yeah okay" I finally answered.
