My Hero

We see little of each other over the next couple of weeks. One of my coworkers on night shift is on maternity leave, and I'm volun-told that I'll be covering her shift until she comes back. So, when I leave for work at 5:30 pm, dad is still at his office. And when dad leaves for work at 6 am, I'm just getting off. Even the weekends are off limits for us. My grandparents are elderly and need help on the weekends cleaning up around their house. Most any time we're together, we're both too exhausted to do anything except cuddle together on the couch.

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Dad's 59th birthday is on Thanksgiving this year and we both took the whole week off to celebrate both holidays together. I even planned a trip to one of our favorite state parks in the Smokies. It's a surprise though, so he doesn't know where we're going, only that we're going somewhere special. I don't even let him pack his own clothes, because I'm bringing our hiking gear and some other, more intimate pieces, for both him and myself. If I have my way, we're going to be fucking a lot on this trip.

He has to work the day before we leave, so that's when I pack and load up my Subaru. It takes us three hours to get to the park, and when we get close, he perks up and looks like a kid in a candy store. Before we get out at the campsite, he pulls me into a hug and a soft kiss, saying how he really needed some outdoor time after being so busy lately.

As we unpack the car he says, "Damn," pulling out the queen sized air mattress I packed. "I can't imagine why my beautiful boy only packed one bed?" He looks at me with a devious smile and wiggles his eyebrows. "Is it because he plans to have his way with his old man?"

"Something like that," I say with a laugh.

Dinner is pork loin over the provided grill grate, with some baked potatoes thrown right into the coals, and some garlic bread. It's delicious and brings me back to those years we spent more time outside than in. We both drink a few beers while we eat, and after I get a buzz, I stand and say I'm going to shower in the bathhouse. I give him a knowing smile as I get my toiletries and a towel. only a second after entering the tent, dad's behind me saying he's going to shower too.

He opens the door to the bathhouse for me with a smile and an "After you." There's a row of sinks in front, a row of toilets and urinals to the right, and row of shower stalls to the left. Each of the stalls had thick, floor length curtains. Perfect. But, what's not perfect is the old man standing in front of the first stall, turning his head to look at us over his glasses as we enter. He's tall with short gray hair and a stern, fatherly face that's clean shaven. He's in the process of taking his clothes off and is standing there in only a pair of boxer briefs that leave little to the imagination, and a t-shirt. Why does someone else have to be in here? I want privacy. We can't have sex with this guy in here.

Dad walks right past the man without a second glance, heading to the shower at the end. Myself, well, I panic and walk the other direction to a urinal, pretending I have to pee. As I stand here in just a pair of short shorts and a thin tank top, I can feel the guys eyes on me. That I'm attracted to the old man is unmistakable by the rise of my cock in my shorts. And, that bulge in his underwear, flaccid as it was, was obviously huge. Dammit, I can't just keep dad waiting. I flush and turn to the showers.

He's completely naked now and as I pass him, I memorize each detail of his hot, mature body. He has a prominent beer belly and a chest that sags a bit, all of which is covered in thick, dark gray hair. Not as much as dad's, but close. I look between his legs and almost gasp out loud. He's hard as a rock! It sticks straight out from his body. And damn, it's easily 8". It's slimmer near the base with a thick, bulbous, cut, head. The dark gray hair continues down and wraps around the monster and around his large, sagging balls.

All this I see and process in the couple of seconds it takes to pass him, but before I fully do, I glance up at his face. He's still looking at me over his glasses, but now he has a knowing smile as he looks me straight in my eyes and greets me in a deep, southern drawl. I walk past him briskly, giving a shy smile and greeting in return. I go to the second to last stall and duck inside, waiting a minute, turn on the shower on, then peak my head out. He's already in his shower, so I sneak from mine to the one dad's in.

"Sorry," I tell him, closing the curtain snugly. "I kinda freaked out. I didn't expect anyone else to be in here."

He's fully undressed already and comes up to hug me, "It's okay, buddy. Let's get you undressed."

Oh man, the excitement's building. We haven't had sex since the first time a few weeks ago, and like I said, we haven't showered together in almost a decade. So needless to say, I'm out of my clothes, fast as a blink, and join him under the hot spray. Dad lets me go first with the soap, just as he always used to, and as he lathers, I rinse, then he does. Then, right on cue, he says he'll get my back if I get his. I chuckle and turn around.

My hair is up in a bun, so it's not in the way as dad starts washing my back gently with the rag. His other hand reaches around and presses, palm down, into my toned stomach to hold me steady as he scrubs. When he gets to my lower back, I tilt my pelvis and poke my ass out a bit, offering it to him. He switches hands, the one on with the rag wraps around to my crotch, and the bare one on my stomach comes to slide its fingers between my ass cheeks.

As he washes my front, he fingers me with the other hand. Using the soap as lube, he puts one finger at first inside me, moving it in slow circles as he pulls it out. The rag is out of his hand now as his bare fingers wrap around my swollen cock and jack me off with the suds. Now, a second finger joins the first, and they twist and curl and fuck, brushing against my prostate. This feels so good! Dad gets close and presses his body against mine and brings his mouth to my ear, tickling it with his goatee.

"That feel good, buddy? Yea? Your ass is so tight and wet and warm. It feels so good wrapped around my fingers. Mmmmm." His voice is deep and barely louder than a whisper.

"Yea. Yea, that feels good...daddy," I say in a whimpering whisper. Saying that word, in that way, to this man, and feeling is hot, hairy, wet body pressed against mine, amps my lust times 100.

The pleasure builds and builds as he continues to fuck me with one hand and jack me off with the other. It builds and builds with the feeling of his mouth on my neck and shoulders, lovingly, encouragingly. It builds and builds until he brings me over the edge and I paint the wall of the stall with my cum, whimpering and moaning as he continues to finger me through it, as if pushing out more and more of my orgasm. He has to take his hand off me and out of me to hold me up somewhat. My legs are trembling from the force of it all. But, it feels good to have his strong arms wrapped tight around my smooth and slender body.

After letting me catch my breath he whispers, "My turn," and slowly lets go of me and turns around so I can get his back. I shake out of my daze and the post-nut clarity brings me back to the situation, and once I'm back, I'm fully hard again. Seeing my dad's bare ass again is like a dream come true. The muscles in his back aren't as defined as they used to be, and his ass is still plump, more so than the average mans, but had lost some of its perk. But, he was still covered in that same, dark brown fur. Not as much as his front, but still covering most of his back and ass cheeks, leading to an exceptionally hairy asshole and taint.

I step up behind him with the rag and wash him. Shoulders to lower back, then dipping down to take my time washing each cheek, then running up and down his hairy crack a few times. I reach around to his front to suds up his cock before wrapping my bare hand around it and slowly stroking him. He moans quietly as I run along the length of him and pay special attention to that big head of his, exploring every inch of it with my fingertips. My other hand was rubbing up and down his torso, from his small paunch to his soft chest. I press mine into his back, holding him close as I jack him off.

He turns to me quickly, locking my lips down with his own, hands going to my ass to squeeze them with a particular urgency. I put my arms around his neck and my hands in his wet hair. I feel his fingers on my hole as he spreads me and goes back inside, first one finger, then two. He's grinding his dick into mine as he finger fucks me for a second time, our tongues colliding with each kiss. I'm so fucking hot, both physically and sexually, I need his dick in me again! I push away and turn, bracing the wall and sticking my ass out to him.

"I need it in me, daddy," I say, looking him in the eye and giving him what I hope was a look of desire and pure, raw need.

He looks at me and smiles, wiggling his eyebrows. "Say no more, buddy," he says as he steps up behind me, out of the spray, and shoves his whole cock in me quickly. I yelp in surprise.

"Shhhhh," he whispers. "That man might still be here."

I bite down as acclimate to the intrusion. When we're sure no one heard, he pulls out of me slowly, both hands on my hips. Then he lines up again and pushes in slower. Seems like I can feel every line and curve of his head. He bottoms out again and begins fucking me slow and steady, all the way in, most of the way out, gradually picking up the pace until my ass is slapping against his crotch.

He guides us closer to the wall, still in me, so he can pull me close to his chest and jack me off as he thrusts up into me. I want to freeze this moment in time and stay in it forever. He's hitting every spot. He's touching every nerve. He's giving me everything. I don't know how I stay standing.

I feel him pull me closer and speed up even more until he drives himself into me one last time and lets me have all of his hot cum. Oh man I feel it, I feel it all. Not even a second later I'm taken over by my second orgasm. I'm clenching around his cock, just as his cock is twitching in me.

It takes at least a minute before we can move again, each of us needing to catch our breathes and recover. We kiss a lot as we rinse off, lingering in the afterglow. That was the single best moment of my life. The first night was special, of course, but what we just did topped that tenfold. It can only get better from here as we learn each other's bodies.

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Over the next three days, we mostly hike. We reconnect. We get back the time school and work and life in general took from us. The trails aren't busy at all, so, we take turns sucking each other off, swallowing each other's cum. Or, we find a nice place to rest, and I sit between his legs, back to his chest, and he plays with my dick and balls until I cum all over his hands, and he licks it all clean. In the afternoons we play cards or chess, drinking beer and whiskey, before retiring to the tent where dad breeds me.

On the third day, we hit a particularly hard trail where I give dad a sloppy blowjob at the summit and swallow his cum in the most picturesque landscape ever. Needless to say he's tired when we get back to camp. So, he goes in the tent to crash for a couple hours, and I set up my hammock to read.

After about an hour, I get my toiletries together and head down to the bathhouse to shower. When I walk in, I freeze. The same old man from the first day is standing there in a similar manner, at the first shower, in the process of getting naked. Only now, I'm shirtless, in even shorter shorts than last time, and alone.

"Well hey there," he says with a smile. His deep accented voice washes over me, giving me chills. I love a man with a southern drawl.

"Uh, hey," I say with a shy smile. He's taking his shirt off, showing his furry chest and round belly.

"Where's that man you were with the other day?"

"Oh, that's my dad, he's back at camp taking a nap."

"Gotcha, I'm here with the wife and grandkids, we got a camper up the hill." He's looking me dead in my eyes over his glasses as he takes off his pants. He's wearing a pair of snug boxer briefs, and my eyes automatically shoot down to his bulge which is already tenting with a slowly rising erection.

"That's nice, must be good for you to get away with the family," I say, trying not to look down too much.

"Oh it is, though I'm glad I can come in here and get a little alone time." He glances down to his now free cock. When did he take his underwear off? I was so focused on trying not to look, that I didn't notice him take his underwear off. He's rock hard again.

"Oh yea, hahaha, I know what you mean," I say with a nervous chuckle. I'm panicking again, so I excuse myself to a stall.

I stay in there a few minutes, trying to calm down. Once my heart rate slows, I step out, seeing the man's in the shower now. As I walk past, I can't help but look at the stall and I see its partially open, almost halfway, and inside, the man's standing side face to the aisle, soaping up his big balls with one hand, and stroking his long dick with the other. He smiles at me when he sees me pass. As if on instinct, I take the shower right next to him.

As I shower, with the curtain fully closed, I think about the old man beside me. He's easily in his 60s, and his body isn't exactly a model's. But, he exuded such an air of masculinity, and it turns me on, just as most older, hyper-masculine men do. But, was the guy trying to hint he was interested? I know about cruising culture, and this does seem like a good place to do it. However, he could have also meant he just liked to jack off in the shower, away from his family. And yet, he didn't leave his shower open the first time, but he did this time, and he even made it a point bring attention to his erection by looking at it. He also gave me a smile as he was obviously jacking off. Was he jacking off now? The thought makes me hard and I start stroking myself and fingering my hole, imagining him fucking me.

I hear his shower turn off and I give it a full minute before turning mine off too and open the curtain. He has his back turned to me so before he can look, I turn around and dry myself, as if I didn't see him standing in the aisle, buck naked, toweling off. As I make a show of bending over and drying my feet, I feel thankful for my ass. All the men I've been with say its fat and juicy, but I still have some muscle underneath from working out. It's on full display now, along with my shaved hole. The exposure to this stranger, this fatherly old man makes me so damn horny, I need to have his dick, so I stand up and turn around. He's dropped his towel and is blatantly masturbating in the middle of the bathhouse staring right at me.

Feeling brave I say, "Come on in." I step back, further into the stall, beckoning him in.

He looks to the door then steps into his stall quickly and I hear the shower turn back on, and he closes the curtain. Following his lead, I turn my own shower on, but point it away. He comes in and closes our curtain, his hard cock swinging side to side with each step. I immediately get to my knees and when he's close enough. I reach out and grab it, pulling it into my mouth. He's so big I have to stretch wide to fit him, but I do, and I take him down my throat, burying my nose in his gray bush, and I hold him there, using my tongue to massage the underside.

He unties my bun and lets my long hair tumble down before gathering it in one of his hands and guiding me off of his cock. I take a quick breath of air before he pushes me back down. I reach up and grab his large, hairy balls and play with them as he conducts his blowjob, using my head and mouth as his instruments. I relax my mouth and throat and let him use me for several minutes, gagging and slurping on his big cock.

Before he can cum he pulls me off again and tells me to get on my knees on the bench. When my ass is in the air, I feel a large tongue rimming me, getting me ready. Then, he replaces his tongue with his long, thick fingers to loosen me up. I try and keep my moans quiet in case someone comes in.

While he fingers me he says, "I heard you in the shower with your dad the other night. I know what y'all were doing. Mmmmm, I stood outside in the aisle and listened to those sexy little moans of yours."

So he was still in here, but instead of feeling violated, it makes me even hornier. I say, "Yeah? You liked listening to me getting fucked?"

"Oh yea baby, I've been fantasizing about trying this ass since. And now I get my chance. You ready for my cock, boy?"

"Yes, give it to me!"

And he does. He lines up and quickly buries every inch in my ass, making me gasp, but I quickly adapt. He immediately begins pumping, long dicking me with hard, fast thrusts. Both his hands grip my hips, pulling me into him.

"You remind me of my son," he says quietly as he fucks me. "We had a relationship like you and your dad. I'd fuck him every chance I got before he moved away and started a family."

What a coincidence. However, with that big cock slamming into me, that's about the only thought I have about it. I can't respond because I'm just so preoccupied trying to hold myself on the bench. It feels like his cock's in my belly. This isn't sex like with dad, this is primal, animalistic.

He continues, "But since then, I've had to find some twinks online that want to give their asses to daddy. I even have a young little thing at work that loves bending over for me. You love giving your ass to daddy?"

"Y-yes, yes, I love it. I want more!" I say, needing him to pick up the pace.

"Okay, boy, here it comes," he says as he really lets me have it, faster and harder.

When he cums, he holds himself deep inside of me, loading me up with what feels like a gallon of cum. He pulls out quickly and I feel a little bit of his seed dripping out. It's so much.

I get up and he pulls me into a rough hug and kiss, using that big tongue to dominate mine for a few seconds. When we break, he asks where I'm from. He's in the next town over, only a 30 minute drive. We exchange contact info with the promise to meet up when we get back home. He leaves and I shower again, cleaning myself for dad, later.

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Dad's just waking up when I get back and I greet him with a kiss. We spend the afternoon cleaning some fish we caught today, then fry them up for dinner. I tell him I mostly read while he slept. I can't help feel a little guilty about my encounter with the old man, still unsure of what our relationship is now. But, I shake the thought off. We may be having sex now, but we're not in a committed relationship. It shouldn't matter who I sleep with outside of that.

Later that night, we retire to the tent to cuddle on the air mattress and watch a movie on my iPad. He's propped on some pillows and I curl at his side, head on his bare chest with my hand resting on his stomach. We only make it about halfway through before my hand dips under the blanket pulled up to his waist and I run my fingers through his bush absentmindedly. He spreads his legs a bit to give me better access as I go down further, bypassing his cock, and fondle his balls, rolling them around in my hand.

His cock wakes up so I give some attention to it, wrapping my hand around it and stoking it softly. He uses the hand that's not running through my hair to pull the covers down to his thighs, exposing the gorgeous member to the open air. When he does, I slide down a bit and put his head in my mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop, holding it steady in a firm grip with my hand. I let my tongue explore every curve and plane of it before going farther down, accepting more of him in my mouth. Due to the angle, I can feel the vein that runs along the top of it on my tongue as I bob my head up and down.