Camping With My Best Friends Dad

"I got it! I got accepted!"

I called my best friend Karl immediately after receiving the news that I had been accepted to USC on a full athletic scholarship. It was all I could do to keep from screaming the news into the phone.

"Oh shit dude!" He exclaimed. "Congrats!"

As excited as he was, I could also detect the sadness in Karl's voice. He got his acceptance letter to MIT a few weeks before me and had been hoping that I would end up at a college on the east coast as well. We had only known each other since ninth grade, but I came to regard him as my closest friend.

I didn't have a good family. My parents divorced when I was just five years old and my mom spent most of her days with strange men that she invited over. As a result, I spent most of my days hanging out at Karl's place and playing video games. He lived in a beautiful house just a few miles outside of the city. It was immaculately clean and always smelled of fresh laundry and chocolate chip cookies. He had one of those perfect families that you see in dog food commercials, with their bright happy eyes and polished gleaming smiles.

His father, Mr. Stevens, was a typical suburban dad who loved bringing his family on all sorts of trips. He relished the outdoors and drove them out into the wilderness any chance he got. They invited me along several times over the years, but mother always forbade it. She was already annoyed that I spent so much time at their place.

As summer drew to a close, Karl invited me yet again to join them on a trip to the lake. It was the last opportunity I had before leaving for college, so I begged mother to let me go. After a few days of pleading, she finally agreed.

I arrived at Karl's place bright and early on a Saturday. I kissed mother goodbye and hopped out of the car to see him loading a few boxes into the trunk of his family's SUV.

"Hey man!" He greeted me. "Are you pumped for this trip? It's gonna be epic! Dad planned it all out. The three of us are gonna go swimming, canoeing..."

"The three of us? What about your mom and sister?"

"Change of plans. Once Dad heard that you were coming, he insisted on it just being us guys. To be honest, I think Mom was relieved. I heard her making an appointment at the spa right after."

I laughed.

"Cool, that sounds good."

Mr. Stevens came walking out of the house holding a bunch of fishing gear in both hands.

"Hey Andy! So happy you can finally join us. I'm glad we get to do this before you boys leave for college."

"I promise you, this trip will be unforgettable," Karl beamed.

An hour's drive later, we arrived at a campsite right by the lake. It was absolutely breathtaking. Surrounded by towering pine trees and cool clear water, I instantly felt a sense of calm and tranquility. After we got settled, Mr. Stevens brought us out to the water where we spent the rest of the day out on a boat. The morning was nice and cool, but once the afternoon sun came, it soon became unbearably warm.

"Man it's hot," Mr. Stevens muttered and proceeded to peel off his t-shirt.

I was surprised to see what was underneath. All these years, I was used to only seeing Mr. Stevens in baggy oversized clothes, much like what he wore on the way here. I never knew how fit he was. He had a well-defined six pack, a broad square chest sprinkled with hair, wide shoulders, and arms that looked like they could rip a log in half. For a man in his forties, he was in phenomenal shape.

"I'm gonna go for a quick swim to cool off," said Karl.

"Ok, but no diving. Stay where I can see you," Mr. Stevens ordered.

"Yes dad." Karl took off his shirt and dove headfirst into the water.

"Not going to join him?"

"Nah, I'm good. Maybe later," I said and removed my t-shirt. As one of the top athletes in my school, I had developed a considerable amount of muscle tone, certainly more than most guys my age. I was proud of my hard work and had no shame in showing it off, especially when there were cute girls around. Mr. Stevens and I made some small talk, mostly about college. I told him about how I was excited to join the track team while he told me a couple of stories from his time at UCLA.

"Were you an athlete too?" I asked.

"No, why?"

"I just thought you might be, you look like the type."

"What do you mean?"

"You're just so fit and... muscular."

Wait, what? Why did I just say that? I realized that I had been staring straight at his chest and quickly turned away. I wasn't sure if my face was turning red because of the heat or from embarrassment.

Mr. Stevens chuckled.

"Nah, I didn't really get into sports until later in life. It was really in my thirties that I started getting into the outdoors. I was very much a nerd in college, definitely not the athlete that you are."

His gaze gradually drifted downward toward my torso, scanning my chest and abs. We then locked eyes for a brief moment. His were a brilliant shade of green, like emeralds glistening in the sunlight. A strange sensation ran through my body, like I had just swallowed a glass of warm water.

There came a splashing noise as Karl had jumped back up onto the boat, dripping wet.

"The water is amazing! You guys should go down there."

Soon, the sun began to set and we made our way back to the campsite. Karl went to one of the nearby bathrooms to take a shower while I helped Mr. Stevens with dinner. Once we got the fire going, he placed three large steaks on top of a grill, and began cooking them. Our entire campsite was immediately filled with the rich aroma of seared beef with melted butter and rosemary. There was something so rustic and manly about the entire process. With his gruff voice and calm sturdy nature, Mr. Stevens was the kind of guy who naturally exuded testosterone and masculinity no matter what he did, but he was fully in his element right now. I couldn't think of anything more manly than the sight of him skillfully flipping steaks on a grill half naked. The light from the fire accentuated every arc and ripple on his bronzed body. Beads of sweat flowed from his furry chest down onto his rippling abs. It was strangely erotic.

Soon after dinner, Karl fell into a deep food coma. He was completely wiped out from the day's activities and crawled into his tent, leaving Mr. Stevens and I by ourselves outside. We continued chatting about college. He gave me advice on which classes to pick and how to make the best use of my four years in Los Angeles.

"Well, I'm gonna go take a shower," I announced.

"Hold on there, champ, I can't let you go alone. It's dark out and the restroom is quite a walk away."

I hadn't realized how dark it was. Other than the dim glow from the dying embers, we were completely shrouded in darkness.

"Can we leave Karl here alone?"

"He'll be fine. He's been here a hundred times and knows this place inside and out. He can take care of himself. It's your first time so I don't want you to get lost."

With Mr. Steven's flashlight illuminating the path, we made our way past a thicket of trees to the restroom. The moment we entered, I realized that it was one of those old fashioned ones from the nineties that still had communal showers. Thankfully, it was clean. There was no one around except for the both of us.

Mr. Stevens was not the least bit shy. As soon as we put down our toiletries, he stripped down completely. I quickly turned away, not wanting to be caught staring yet again. I felt slightly awkward. We had private cubicles at school and I was not used to showering with other people, especially not my best friend's dad. But when in Rome...

As we walked over to the showers, I figured it was common shower etiquette not to pick the adjacent showerhead, so I chose one a comfortable distance away.

"Don't be shy, Andy. Come on over," said Mr. Stevens.

I shrugged and shuffled closer until I was an arm's length away. I kept my eyes pointing forward, making sure not to look down.

The water was warm and refreshing. I loved the sensation of washing all the dirt and grime after a day's activities. As I lathered up, I felt so relaxed that I forgot where I was looking and gazed down at the floor toward Mr. Stevens.

He had the biggest dick I had ever seen. Even soft, it was at least six inches, surrounded by a tangle of brown pubes and a set of low hangers. Up until today, I had never seen another man naked in-person. All the penises that I had seen were from porn, but I never gave them a second thought. Somehow, seeing someone else's dick in-person was a completely different experience.

"Never seen one this big before?" Mr. Stevens grinned. He clearly noticed I was staring.

"Ummm, I... uhhh..." I sputtered, completely caught off guard.

"It gets even bigger, you know."

I was so awkward and embarrassed that I didn't know what to say.

"You don't think so? Let me show you."

Before I could react, he began stroking himself, running his hands up and down his enormous shaft. It rose quickly, getting thicker and stiffer with each brush of the hand. Once it reached full mast, my mouth gaped open. It had to be at least seven inches in length. I was completely mesmerized.

"Do you want to touch it?" Mr. Stevens had his gaze locked on me, his piercing green eyes staring deep into my soul.

My heart started galloping. Never in a million years would I imagine this moment to be happening. I always thought I was straight. I went through at least three girlfriends in high school and never even gave a second thought about guys. But maybe it was because they were all immature teenage boys. Mr. Stevens was a different species altogether. He was rugged, he was strong... he was in control, and the smell of his Old Spice shampoo was overwhelming. It engulfed my senses and seemed to lower my inhibitions.

My instincts took over. Before I knew it, I had my hands wrapped around his gigantic cock. It was as hard as iron and warm like the afternoon sun. My grip tightened. I could feel the thick veins around his shaft pulsating rapidly, pumping fluid into his massive shaft. At the same time, blood rushed to my nether regions. I felt myself getting harder.

Mr. Stevens reached out and gently grasped my dick with his large hands. The feel of his rough fingers against my tender skin made me moan softly.

"You're uncut, I see," he remarked.

For a few seconds, we stood still with our hands clasped around each other's cocks. It was like we were examining each other. I was getting stiffer by the second.

"You're a good size yourself. Anyone ever told you that?" he said.

"Yeah, m-most of my girlfriends have said it," I stammered.

"Have you ever touched another guy's dick before?"

"No."

"I can tell..."

He started stroking, employing a firm grip on the shaft but easing up when he approached the tip. He was clearly an expert at this - it was like he knew exactly which areas were the most delicate and which ones needed more friction. I began fondling him as well.

"Follow my movements," he instructed. "That's right, nice and slow..."

I did my best to mimic his strokes, keeping my pressure identical to his. This time, it was his turn to moan. But unlike mine, his was low and gravelly, like the rumble of a subwoofer. He was standing so close that I could feel his hot breath grazing my neck.

"Grab my balls with your other hand."

I did so immediately, wrapping my fingers around his sack. It was like I was hypnotized, forced to obey his every command. I didn't think I would be a fan of hairy ballsacks, but the feel of all that thick fuzzy hair was amazing.

It was all too much. My entire body began tensing up as I reached critical mass. With a loud cry, I shot my load right onto his thick hairy arms and all over his abs. I think it was the most I had ever gushed in one sitting.

"That didn't take long," he smiled.

I didn't respond. My body was still recovering from the intensity of the orgasm. All I could do was try to catch my breath as I retracted my hand.

"You're not done yet... you have to finish me off too," he said gently.

"Oh, right. Sorry."

He gathered my cum off his arms and stomach and slathered it on his dick. I put my hand back on his shaft and resumed stroking. Somehow, using my cum as lube was an immense turn on for him. It didn't take long for him to climax, grunting loudly and squirting huge jets of thick creamy liquid all over my abs. Out of curiosity, I swiped some of it and gave it a taste.

"How does it taste?"

"Like mine. Salty and sweet."

He snickered and gave me a soft pinch on my nipple. We resumed showering and got dressed before heading back to the campsite together. Karl was still fast asleep. I never told him what happened of course, but he was right - this was one trip I would never forget.