My great grandfather built a cabin on a small lake for he and his new bride. It was an actual log cabin, complete with pot bellied stove and stone fireplace.
My grandfather modernized it some, adding indoor plumbing and electricity. Then my father did even more. Including adding a second bedroom and modern kitchen. Throughout all this modernization, they maintained the authentic log cabin exterior and decor. It is now quite nice for a cabin, though still a little small.
I am not the handyman type, so I haven't done much to the place, other than maintaining the property, and adding new furnishings. I make a good living, so whenever it needs something, I just hire people to do it.
I, of course inherited the place when my father died at a rather young age. I fortunately was an only child. I on the other hand have three children. Two boys and a girl. The first girl in five generations. To say she is spoiled, would be an understatement. I have no idea how to split the place between three kids. Of course when the time comes I will be out of the picture, and it will be their problem. But I digress.
I fooled around with some friends back in high school, and maybe during a drunken binge in college, but for the most part, consider myself straight. Certainly, my wife has no knowledge of those times. Now we get to the meat of the story.
The cabin is now just a weekend place. So we put two sets of bunk beds in the second bedroom and a king in the master. There is also a foldout couch in the main room.
My sons and I had planned a boys trip to the lake for a week of fishing and poker and all sorts of manly things. They had invited two friends each, which wasn't a problem. At the last minute, my daughter's boyfriend Mark, was left to fend for himself, while his parents took care of an elderly relative. My daughter came up with the bright idea of inviting Mark with us.
I like Mark a lot. One couldn't ask for a better future son in law. He is bright and attractive, and he treats my daughter like a queen. He graduated with honors, and is going to an Ivy league school in the fall. He has great potential and comes from a well off family.
He turned eighteen, the week before school let out, actually three months after my daughter. My sons are twenty and twenty two. Yes, that makes me an old man of forty five, although I keep in pretty good shape.
My wife and I have matching Escalades. Cute right? Her idea. The boys and I packed everything we would need into the Escalades. Food for eight men took up a lot of cargo room. Beer took up a lot too. Fishing gear and most everything else is already at the cabin.
Two Escalades headed out for the three hour drive, me driving one with Mark as a passenger and most of the cargo. The other my oldest son drove, with five boys and the beer.
During the drive, I of course asked Mark about school and his plans for the future. Then moved on to my daughter, Anna, The boy is really lovestruck. What's not to like? She is beautiful and smart and a great sense of humor.
He was very open about their relationship. Going as far as telling me she wanted to remain a virgin until marriage. I, being a good father, put her on birth control pills the year before, just in case. Seems I wasted that money. She isn't putting out for Mark. I was both glad and sad. Poor boy.
The boys unloaded the cargo, and of course headed for the lake, leaving me to unpack and put away and get the cabin ready for habitation. It only took two hours. Then I had to prepare lunch. Another hour.
Walking down to the secluded pier, I heard the sounds that seven young boys can make, splashing and yelling and whistles and catcalls. As I neared, I was not surprised to see seven naked boys. Well, I guess really they are young men.
My sons and I have been skinny dipping here for years. The other boys I had never seen nude. I was impressed. They all seemed to have rather nice packages, Mark being the largest looking, even soft. Boy Anna doesn't know what she is missing.
Trying not to stare, I called the boys in for lunch. I was lucky, none had brought towels, and so I got to watch them walk the hundred yards to the cabin au natural. I had to admit, my children had great taste in friends. Seven swinging penises and seven hard bubble buts to watch. Good thing I was clothed, I wouldn't have been swinging.
After the boys devoured pounds of sandwiches and chips, some decided to take our boat out on the lake. We have a nice motorboat with a small cabin, we keep in a boathouse at the lake. The boys had it out and running in no time, leaving Mark and I to fish off the pier. Again the conversation turned to Anna.
I guess I have a natural ability to talk to people. They always seem to open up to me about the most intimate of topics. I should have been a psychiatrist .
We were sitting on lawn chairs, waiting for a fish to have the misfortune of grabbing our bait. It seems Mark had been sexually active for a while, so it was hard for him to keep his promise to Anna to not have sex. You would think that he wouldn't tell the girl's father this, but like I said, psychiatrist, and we had been close since he started dating Anna.
"She is just so beautiful. It is really hard to keep from throwing her to the ground and having my way with her."
"I know what you mean." I said glancing at him. "I had a similar problem with her mother."
He rubbed his crotch slightly, "You know, I think she dresses just to tease me and test my will power."
I looked over at him and could see the beginnings of an erection sprouting in his light weight shorts. I had to taunt him a little more just for fun. "She has her mother's tits too I bet, Of course I haven't seen them. Her mother has the nicest rack in the county."
"Oh God, does she have nice tits!" he said without thinking. "Oh shit... I'm sorry Sir. I mean.. Well I have seen them...we make out sometimes.. Shit...forget I said that."
"It's Ok, Mark. I was young once too. I haven't forgotten what it's like. So, you two have made out, but still you haven't fucked her?"
He seemed surprised that I would use that word, especially referring my daughter. "Well, she has, ..you know, helped me out, but I haven't been laid in like, forever." By now he was fully erect, and from what I could tell, was very impressive.
"Helped you out? You mean she gives you a hand job?
"Yeah, sort of. But she doesn't like for me to cum on her hand, so I have to finish myself when I get close." Way too much info about my own daughter.
"I'm sure things will change if you two get married."
"If we get married? We are definitely getting married. I am not waiting all this time for nothing. I Love her. I'm just going crazy, that's all."
We sat in silence for a moment. Then he said. "You know, I was thinking about going to a prostitute, But I know she would cut my dick off before she killed me, if I did. What do you think?"
"I think you would definitely lose your dick, and your death would be slow and painful. I assume you haven't been totally chaste though."
"Are you kidding" I have the best wrist muscles in town." he said while making the universal sign for masturbation. "Every time I see her, the bishop gets another beating. I choke the chicken so much, it's headless body is still running around the front yard." We were still laughing when he got a hit on his line.
We had a fish fry that night. I made the boys clean the kitchen after, I am not their maid. Then we settled down and drank a few beers, and talked sports and broads. Apparently these boys have seen more pussy than 9 Lives.
They wanted to take the boat to the other side of the lake in the morning, so they wanted to get an early start. I headed to the master bath for a shower, and crawled into bed exhausted after the long day. I was just reaching for the bedside lamp to douse it, when Mark came in.
"Everyone has a bed but me. Can I bunk in here with you, Sir?" It seems we hadn't done a count on beds and boys. Even with two on the pull out sofa, we were still a bed short.
As was my custom, I was in bed nude. "Sure Mark. Give me a minute." I said He left the room, and I got up and slipped on some boxers. When he reentered, he had his duffel bag. I guess we were roommates for the duration. He went to the bath, and I heard the shower start. I tried to go to sleep, but it was difficult, knowing that young swinging dick was in my shower.
He came out in just his boxers too. He climbed into my bed said "Good night." and turned away. I awoke later to discover my arm thrown over his abdomen. Removing it, I brushed against something hard. Temptation...Get thee behind me Satan. I just turned around and went back to sleep, feeling very proud of myself. Then morning came.
Yes, you guessed it. He was spooned in behind me very close. Arm around my chest, cock in my asscrack. Or at least it would have been, if we weren't in our boxers. What to do? Option 1: hump back on his cock while pretending to be asleep. Option 2: turn around, take that big cock in my mouth and blow his mind. Option 3: stay where I am, feign sleep, and act like nothing is unusual when he wakes.
I chose option 3. He is my daughter's boyfriend, why were the other two even options? After a few minutes, he started to come around. In his half sleep state, he pulled me in tighter, and humped his cock in my asscrack a couple of times. I couldn't help but let out a moan.
This seemed to wake him completely. He sort of jumped back. "Uh.. sorry.. I.. uh."
I of course pretended to just wake up. "Huh.. what's up Mark?"
"Nothing, Sir, just getting up."
I watched as he walked around the bed to the bathroom. His big cock tenting out the front of his shorts, swaying back and forth with each step. God, what a sight. It took a couple of minutes, but eventually I heard piss hitting the toilet. I got up and slid on some jeans, just as he exited the bathroom.
