The thought of releasing my load onto my dad's shirt made me feel nervous, but at the same time, it gave me butterflies in my stomach. After contemplating for a while, I used his shirt again to wipe off the remaining smear of cum in my cock and balls. Outside, the sound of the meat sizzling and the scent of it being roasted wafted into the tent.
"I hope you're hungry," dad said, completely unaware of his stepson's filth within the tent.
"I really am, dad." I finished wiping the cum of my cock and with a gentle massage using my dad's shirt, I folded the fabric and carefully tucked it in my own bag. I stayed there for some time, rolling on the bed and stretching as I stared into the dark lake.
When I got out, three slices of meat were already placed in a paper plate, the first batch it seemed. "Smells good, dad." I licked my lips as I stared at his back while he roasted two more slices of meat, his sweaty scent mixing into the barbeque aroma.
"Well, you can get yourselves a bite now." Obviously, my dad was talking about the meat he served, so I reserved the thought of my licking his sweat off him. I sat on the foldable chair as he continued what he was doing. My dick twitched, and since I can't afford to rub another one without him getting suspicious, I adjusted my dick in my underwear facing up, so he he wouldn't notice the hardening of my dick. Fortunately, he remained facing the grill and had not seen what I did.
I picked up the meat from the paper plate and placed it on my own. Using the fork and knife we brought, I began easing myself with the food, which at the same time, helped calming my dick down. It was at least three bites when my dad turned around and faced me, his abs and chest dripping with sweat from the grilling he did. He placed the finished meat onto the plate and sat opposite of me. "Eat up well, son."
I chewed the remaining meat on my mouth and swallowed. "Of course, dad. You too."
He pulled a paper plate from the pack and started to eat as well. The quiet and cold atmosphere of the lake really helped us relax. There was the occasional hoots of an owl within the perimeter, but it was not scary or alarming at all. The rustling of leaves from the wind and the bright moon above us set the place with such beautiful night scenery. After I was done eating, I grabbed the water bottle dad set on the table and drank its contents.
"You're done?" dad asked.
I nodded and rubbed my belly as I put down the bottle. "It was delicious, dad. Thank you so much for the meal."
