After a few minutes of lying naked beside each other in silence, their passions spent, Doug sat up on the bed saying, "What say we check out now and head home?" Turning he added, "Would it bother you if we skipped out on the banquet tonight?" He then rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom.
Mark had been lightly dozing when his father's movement had shaken him awake. Turning to his side just in time to see his Dad's naked buttocks roll when he stepped toward the bathroom he responded, "Sure, uh sure Dad," mumbling to himself then stretching before sitting up. As the sound of water coming from the shower he called out, "I didn't want to go to the thing anyway."
"Too much strutting going on," he thought to himself. Most of the contestants would be strutting to show off their wives squeezed into low fitting and high rising skirts, emphasizing their boob and ass jobs. He hated the spectacle that some body builders made of themselves with their elaborate preening, pretending to not be conscious of how they looked to others. Besides, he mused to himself, most of them have brains the size of peas and were more interested in checking each other out than the wives.
His dad was different, which made the whole physical fitness world acceptable he supposed. But, of course, there were the nearly naked bodies, especially his Dad's. That was something that he'd never objected being part of. Mark had definitely inherited his father's love of his own body; he just was more low-key than Doug. When he was really honest with himself, growing up with a man considered by many a perfect physical specimen had been a little intimidating, though exciting.
He dressed and began packing both of their duffle bags when Doug stepped from the shower and stood in the doorway drying himself. Mark looked towards the bathroom and asked if his father wanted to keep wearing the jogging suit that he put on after the afternoon's competition. That wasn't anything he needed to know at that moment, but it gave him an opportunity to once again stare at the nude body of his Dad when, almost like a choreographed response, Doug had dropped the towel to his side and reached down to pull on his foreskin revealing the purple head, which he then began patting dry with the towel.
The son felt an urgent jolt in his crotch and turned quickly away to avoid arousal. "Why should I care," he thought to himself, "I just sucked him off." However, still uncertain of how his father would respond to their intimacy, he thought that perhaps he should back off from the situation.
As they both finished packing, Doug, however, was certain what he thought of the sexual encounter he just had with his son. He enjoyed it and, despite the social stigma attached to what he assumed was incest; he looked forward to more encounters. For some time he had been honest with himself enough to know that he enjoyed being naked with Mark, and, in fact, sometimes he had even plotted situations where both men would find themselves undressed together and Doug could call attention to his body. He did like the look in his son's eyes when he stripped in front of him.
Downstairs in the lobby Doug stopped to speak with several of his fellow contestants who were standing around in small groups. A few of the men nodded toward Mark, causing Doug chills at the lust in their eyes as they focused on his son. Like most of the men, Mark was wearing cut-offs and a tight e-shirt, both emphasizing his developing shape. And unlike his father, he preferred no underwear knowing that the bulge from his shaft was pushing against the fabric.
More than one of the muscular men, after acknowledging him, would let their eyes fall to the young man's crotch. Mark felt happy to receive the attention. In fact, his bulge even increased, pressing hard against the fabric of his shorts. "Perhaps", he thought to himself, "I've inherited more of my dad's exhibitionistic tendencies than I had thought."
Once in the garage, Doug suggested that Mark drive. When they were on the roadway, the older man leaned back and said he wanted to nap. "If you get hungry, pick a stop that looks good and pull over. Otherwise we'll just grab something at home." With that he leaned back in the passenger seat and closed his eyes.
Mark steered through the traffic, occasionally glancing down at the mound between his dad's legs under the track pants. He had come to admit to himself that he never got tired of looking at other men and their equipment. As he looked down at his father, the bulge in his father's crotch seemed to grow while Mark gave his own a good rub. Once again he felt his swollen cock pressing inside his shorts; it felt good when he knew that he could be aroused in front of his father without feeling embarrassed.
Mark steered the car deftly through the Interstate traffic, keeping slightly above the speed limit as his dad had taught him. After an hour he heard stirring from his father followed by a yawn and stretching. Opening his eyes and looking around, Doug said, "Where are we?
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"I just pulled off the Interstate; we're on 35 heading west now.
"Oh good," his father replied. "Man did I sleep hard."
"Yeah, you were even snoring for a while." Then, looking down at his dad's lap he thought, "Your sleep wasn't the only thing that was hard."
Doug arched his back and gave a loud yawn as he pulled on his crotch. "If you see a place to pull over, I've got to piss."
They drove approximately 10 miles when a sign announcing "Rest Area" came into view. "This'll do," Doug said, "There's not much traffic on this road."
Mark slowed the car and switched the turn signal to turn into the entrance of a small road-side park. "This place is maintained by the county so there isn't an indoor restroom, but this will have to do. I've about to bust my bladder," Doug said.
As Mark brought the car to a halt, Doug quickly opened his door say, "That spot among those shrubs will have to do." The park area had only a few trees but several stands of large shrubbery.
Mark exited his side of the car and walked around following his father's lead. "I've gotta pee too."
Doug had already pulled down the pants of his track suit by the time Mark stepped around the bush. He stood holding his aroused cock while a strong stream of faint yellow urine shot from Doug's prick. "You did need to go," said Mark glancing down at his father's cock while he unzipped his shorts, pulling them down to below his hips. His penis sprang out conspicuously hard.
"I told you I did," Doug said openly staring down at his son's cock as Mark strained to piss. Aware of his father's gaze, Mark felt his pole rise slightly upward, unable to let loose of his full bladder.
"Damnit, Dad," he said, "I can't pee with you looking at me like that?"
"Like what, looking at you like what?" Doug chuckled.
"You know what I mean," Mark replied, "I can't pee with someone watching me."
His father, amused by his son's embarrassment continued his tease, "You've got a big one there, Mark. I don't know where you got it, certainly not from me or my father." As his own piss flow lessened, Doug began gently stroking on his penis
Through the corner of his eyes, Mark watched as his father began rubbing himself causing his own pole to begin jerking skyward.
"Ha," Doug said laughingly, "I'd better quit talking about your prick or that boner will keep you from ever pissing.
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Mark's cheeks flushed with embarrassment from his father's glances and comment. Still he looked downward at his swollen mackerel, then at his father's and said "You're not exactly a size small yourself, Dad," observing that his father's cock was nearly full salute as Doug shook the final drops of piss downward.
"Well, I guess we've both got a situation, right?" The older man laughed as he pulled his pants upward, "Still, we don't especially want to get reported by some offended farmer out here. I like being with you son, just not in jail." He stepped backward from the shrubs they were among and began walking toward the car. "You coming," he said, "or are you going to keep tugging on that pole of yours." About then Mark felt the hard, warm stream of piss shoot from him.
