=== Friendly warning: Parts of this series include incest between a man and his father ===
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The dinner was a little awkward. Since we caught no fish, we just ate some canned goods that we brought from the city. Nobody said anything during eating, everyone just kept staring into their own plate. I don't know why, but I kept blaming myself... Were things going to be like this from now on? Is this going to be the most awkward trip ever?
After we were done, I expected Hunter's dad to excuse himself and disappear for the night, but he hung around with us at the table. He seemed like there was something on his mind, but wasn't sure how to express it properly. After a while, he finally opened up.
"I've got an old bottle of whiskey hidden in the cupboard, would anyone like some?"
Hunter and I instantly replied "yes" in unison. If there was something I needed, it was a very tall drink. Mr. Cooper stood up and walked up to the cupboard, where he pulled out an old, dusty bottle. I was never too much of a whiskey fan, but by god, I was up for something with high alcohol content in my stomach.
He poured the three of us very tall glasses of whiskey and raised his one in a toast.
"Cheers," he said, before putting the glass to his lips.
"Cheers," me and my boyfriend repeated after him, and we let the shot slide down our throats. I didn't like the taste at all, but it felt a little calming. Before I even managed to put the glass back on the table, Mr. Cooper was already filling up another one.
"So... what we did today isn't exactly what a family should do on a trip," Mr. Cooper started.
I heard Hunter sigh before he started talking.
"I know, dad, it was just that-"
"However," Mr. Cooper interrupted him, "There really isn't anyone around to judge us for what we may or may not do here, or am I wrong?"
He gave both of us stern looks, as he pulled up the glass to his lips. Hunter and I looked at each other and followed his example. Hunter's dad let out a burp as he put the glass back on the table.
"Hunter..." he said, turning to his son, his tone very slow and careful, "You've overstepped a couple of lines today. How many more exactly would you be willing to overstep?"
I saw a smile forming up on Hunter's face as he reached for the bottle.
"Depends, dad," he said, pouring us another round, "How far would YOU be willing to go?"
"This isn't a dare, Hunter," Mr. Cooper spoke, voice all strict and fatherly, "I'm trying to make sure I'm not hurting my son."
"No need to be scared, dad," Hunter replied carelessly, "I'm an adult, after all. And I'm willing to see exactly how far can we push this. It was actually on my mind for a while."
Mr. Cooper raised his eyebrows and smirked back at Hunter. There was a curious spark in his eyes.
"Was it really?"
Hunter picked up one of the glasses and handed it to his father. As Mr. Cooper reached for it, I saw Hunter put the glass into his hand and stroke the back of his father's palm with his fingers a little bit.
"Yeah... you didn't think those worn jockstraps of yours were just disappearing from the dirty laundry basket, did you?"
Mr. Cooper let out a laugh, as he downed another shot.
"I see I've raised quite the pervert!"
Hunter just shrugged at that and drank his own shot. I smiled to myself and downed another drink before I saw the gaze of Mr. Cooper landing on me for a change.
"And what about you, Gary?" he asked me, his tone serious again, "How comfortable would you be with taking part of a little... exploration of ours?"
I opened my mouth to speak but then felt Hunter's hand on my lap - grabbing the rock-hard erection that was tenting my shorts.
"Yeah, I think he's in," he said in a playful tone, as he tugged on my dick a little bit.
"I still would like to hear it from his mouth," Mr. Cooper continued, his eyes still a little bit concerned, "Gary?"
"I would be disappointed if you did it without me," I said with a smirk. Hunter and Mr. Cooper looked at each other for a very long time, before Mr. Cooper stood up.
"Meet me in the living room in about five minutes," he ordered us before he left the kitchen. Silence ensued, only interrupted by the crickets outside in the dark. I turned to my boyfriend who looked as excited as ever.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" I asked, this time a little concerned. This was a huge turn-on for me, but I knew there was nothing really at stake for me. For Hunter, though - I couldn't help but worry. "I mean, he's still your dad."
"Exactly," Hunter said to me, "He is the man I've been lusting after ever since I discovered masturbation. This is... kind of a dream come true for me."
His eyes met mine and he let go of my dick.
"Are you ready to see what he's got? It might get a little wild."
"I'd follow you anywhere," I said to him, smiling. We both got up from our chairs - the alcohol making my head spin just for a second - and both walked out to the hallway.
The living room looked very comfy. With a giant fireplace right in the middle of the wall, cracking and casting shadows all over the room and the giant, leather sofa, the atmosphere was perfect. What made it even more perfect, though, was the man sitting in an armchair in front of us. Mr. Cooper, my boyfriend's father, as naked as the day he was born. With his powerful shoulders and the burning look in his eyes, he looked almost like a king sitting on his throne. His beautiful, hairy body was in full view - a magnificent, furry chest, strong biceps, just a bit of a belly, thick looking calves and - finally - his fat, beautiful cock that would make any gay man drop on his knees right away and suck it dry, just resting there on his thigh.
It felt a little eerie. Hunter and I both walked up to the center of the room, not saying a word. I could practically feel Hunter's overexcited heartbeat and the cock growing in his pants. I felt Mr. Cooper's gaze scan us from top to bottom, his dominant nature practically seeping out of the pores of his skin. The image of him sitting there put every other man on the planet to shame - except for his son of course, who was gazing right back at him, confidently, eagerly. I was finally looking into the eyes of the alpha who conceived the dominant stud of a man I was dating.
"Let's begin," Mr. Cooper spoke, in his no-nonsense voice, "Hunter, your boyfriend seems to be wearing a little too much clothing for this temperature. Help him out, would you?"
I felt Hunter step behind my back with no objections, his strong hands running up my chest and slowly lifting up my t-shirt, making a lot of unnecessary - but welcome - body contact. I obliged him and pulled up my hands, letting Hunter take my t-shirt away from me. It fell on the carpet and Hunter didn't waste any time - his hands traveled back over my naked chest and stopped at my fly. I felt his raging hard dick pushing against my ass as he was unzipping me, letting my shorts fall down to my ankles.
"No underwear tonight, huh?" Mr. Cooper smirked at me, "Almost as if you were expecting something to happen, right? Perfect. Lose those socks, Gary. You won't need any kind of clothing for what's about to happen."
I went to bend down but Hunter was quicker than me, eager to strip me down as soon as possible. I already felt that he was getting pent up and that his dad would get quite a show. My dick was getting harder and harder and I could almost feel Mr. Cooper's gaze on it.
"Beautiful," he said, before turning to Hunter, "Now you. Gary, strip my son out of his clothes."
I turned to my boyfriend, whose chest was pulsing from the fast breathing. His hardon was the size of the Eiffel Tower, tenting in his cargo shorts. I started out slow but soon couldn't control myself as I uncovered his beautiful, muscular torso. I loved Hunter's body and I could spend hours and hours exploring it even though I'd already known each and every part of it. It was impossible to compare the two men. Hunter's body was more toned and lean, with a fair amount of hair on it. His father was much hairier and beefier, also sporting a belly that his son didn't have. I couldn't decide which one was turning me on more.
My hands unzipped his shorts and let them fall on the hardwood floor. Hunter was wearing his favorite red pair of boxer briefs tonight, with the front of them already moist from his precum. I looked at his father, who gave me an approving nod, as I pulled them all the way down to the floor.
"Hmmm..." I heard Mr. Cooper say in a satisfied tone, "Like father, like son, huh?"