Kyle woke, startled and confused, finding himself in the dark in what he assumed was the tent that had been previously set up earlier. I feel asleep. The grinding of crickets could be heard from outside, and the cool air surrounded him. He was underneath a blanket on top of a sleeping bag, and as he turned he saw his father close by inside his own.
How did I fall asleep?
Kyle remembered having beer, and realized the thrill and excitement of the interaction he had had before. His father rubbing his chest... Then Kyle's cock began to stiffen. That interaction. What WAS that? It was all confusing, and Kyle felt disappointed that he had fallen asleep at a possible prime opportunity for some...
Some what? Just stop dreaming about this. It's not what you think it is.
They always came to this lake. They always had the "father son" bonding... But not even in the way Kyle wanted. He would often study his father from a distance, watching every movement, every muscle, everything... His cock would swell and he would control himself, avoiding any ridiculously awkward situation that could link itself to rejection.
And probably more. Chill the fuck out Kyle.
As he thought this his father stirred a bit, letting out a deep sigh. Kyle's erection immediately subsided, but a strong urge came over his bladder. He needed to pee, but had been planning it for an opportunity to finally sneak a peek at his old man. Kyle would often pee next to his father, and subtly shoot an eye glance over to catch the quickest glimpse of his father's manhood. Kyle was uncircumcised just like his father, but could never catch a full glimpse of Dave's cock without feeling a twing in his own, which might alert his father and uncover the entire situation.
But isn't that what you want?
Kyle shook his head, slowly moved the blanket off himself, and exited the tent, slowly and gently zippering it behind him. This wasn't a prime opportunity, and he really felt the need to relieve himself. There was no waiting until morning. Kyle tracked through their campground, noticing five empty beer cans scattered about where the two had been sitting.
Kyle's heart started to skip with excitement. He knew he had only had one, which meant his father had the rest of them. He might be a little tipsy. This was a rarity in their house, as his grandfather had a drinking problem that cast a shadow over all drinking in their subsequent family. Kyle's mother had also been killed by a drunk driver, which left Dave somewhat hating any liquor. But every time since Kyle had turned 21, he had a beer or two in front of Dave which seemed to loosen his father up on the subject. So it was no surprise that there was beer on this particular trip.
But why'd he drink so many with out you? Could it...
Kyle tried to contain his excitement as he pulled back his uncut cock and relieved himself slightly on the outskirts of the campsite, trying hard not to think about his fathers larger one so he wouldn't have an erection. Once he finished, he zipped himself back up and moved back into the site. He spotted the cooler near where the two had been sitting, and opened it. He popped a beer, his hands clammy, and began chugging the can. Why are you so scared. You're just going back to sleep.
He chugged the can until it was empty and tossed it to the ground. The can rattled somewhat loudly, which startled Kyle. He didn't want to screw this up. He got up and began slowly pacing around the sitting area.
Just go back into the ten, get down to your underwear, and maybe you can... Well try to...
"Fuck it." Kyle lurched towards the tent. As he approached, he realized he was shivering. Was it the cold or the excitement? Would anything happen? Nothing ever did... Why would it now? The beer was frothing in Kyle's head, making it pound slightly, as he unzipped the tent. The zipper sounded amplified, and Kyle clenched his teeth. He caught the shadow of his old man in the same position.
Is he asleep?
