A Camping Trip with My Stepdad

We were already on the road at two o'clock. Readying for the trip wasn't really time consuming than I originally thought. Before we leave, we called mom and told her what had happened today. She was a bit furious at me, but dad managed to cool her down. We also informed her of our plan to take advantage of this situation to unwind in a camping trip. She wasn't against it, but instead commented that it would be good for my dad since he was overworking himself and she wasn't able to take care of us due to her being away for a community service, which would be for about three months.

Dad put on country music on the radio, which wasn't really my liking, but I don't mind jamming into it once in a while. He was singing along sometimes, but in a really low voice, just enough for me to admire his baritone voice. I looked up at him. He was wearing a simple brown shirt and cargo shorts, showing his big biceps and trained legs. He also put on sunglasses, which somehow suck because that prevented me from seeing his beautiful eyes.

"Something wrong on my face?" he quietly said.

Heat rose on my cheeks after realizing that I had been staring at him for some time. "There's none. Sorry." I turned my head on the road and watched as the buildings became fewer and fewer. I still have no clue where dad would take me, but I trust him anyway. He began singing along again when a country ballad hit the radio, which made me sigh since he brushed off the fact that I was staring a him a while ago.

I rested my head onto the seat and crossed my legs to ease up the soreness. We have been on the road for about two hours now, and in an hour, the sun would probably start to set by then. I peered outside and searched for any signs of a camping site nearby.

"Don't worry son. We're near." My dad grinned. He must have notice a bit of my worry. I just nodded as a response.

A few minutes passed by, we were entering a forest. The road was not cemented, and I had to hold myself steady to avoid bumping myself. "Hold on, tight. This will be quick," dad warned. It went on for a couple more minutes until we finally hit the part of the road where it was smooth. The air became more moist as we neared the destination, which gave me hint of where we would camp.

Before I knew it, a lake came into view, the air brushing my hair as my dad glanced at me, smiling and feeling proud of himself for surprising me here. "Do you like it?" he asked.

I almost jumped with joy. "Dad, this is amazing!" I fist bumped his shoulder, which made him chuckle, but I soon returned my sight on the lake. It was blue and smelled refreshing. After dad parked in an area, I began to hear the chirping of the birds around us. Dad got off first, then I immediately hopped off too. I followed a path to the lake and admired the scenery, my heart beating with both excitement and happiness. We would definitely make most of our time here. To be honest, I wouldn't even mind living here for all my life.

The sound of the trunk of the car opening had me look back. Dad was already gathering our things, his muscles flexing as he carried the bags on his back. I walked toward him and offered my help, but he only instructed me to carry my things and leave the heavy lifting to him. After picking up my bag, I also picked up a popsicle in the portable fridge he installed to keep our food for the week. He waited for me as I closed the door of the car and proceeded to the lake.

"I'll set up our tent so you can just sit and relax," he said.

"Dad, how did you find this place?" I wandered my eyes around. "Everything about this is just great!"

He chuckled again, and when we finally reached the side of the lake where we would camp, he brought down the bags and began preparing the tent. "I was adventurous during my high school days. We just stumbled upon this place after an old lady showed us the way." He picked up the tent and pulled both of its side, pushing the metals into the ground. "I actually brought your mom here in our first date. I think you were two years old by then." He smirked at me for about a second before proceeding with the tent, a smirk that got my insides tingling.

He offered a foldable seat when he realized I was standing while he did the work, as caring as ever, even though there were a few rocks I could sit on. I accepted it and watched him sweat as he finished putting up the tent. He placed the airbed inside and began pumping it with air, while I licked my popsicle and watched him flex his arms in doing so. He looked sexy in his outfit. His abs were outlined on his shirt, making me internally drool over him.

When the airbed was set, he stood up and glanced at my direction, but I immediately looked at the lake, pretending I wasn't admiring him work. Before I knew it, my dick was already hard just from the image of him sweating. I let the cold air ease up my body and tried to stop myself from sneaking glances on my dad, especially that a hard on would be difficult to hide with the thin shorts I'm wearing.

Dad returned a few more time back to he car before he finally finished setting up our camp, the sun starting to set. It was only one tent. He inquired if it is okay for before we leave, and I obviously agreed, since that would make me even more closer to him. The thought of sleeping with him in a tent stiffened my dick, so I breath in a few more times to control it.

"Enjoying the air?" Dad sat on my side with another foldable chair. I crossed my legs, trying to hide my cock that I was hoping to calm down. His manly and sweaty scent tickled my nose, which did no favor for my dick.

"Yes, I am. Made me think how much you've been good to me, dad." I rested my head on his shoulder and offered the remaining of the popsicle, which he accepted generously. He put his arms around my shoulder as we watched the setting sun, rubbing my head at the same time. The yellow light of the sun reflected onto the water, blending perfectly with the shadows of trees around us. Sounds of insects began to fill the air, and it was particularly calming, paired up with my dad's slow and deep breathing.

I did not know how long we've sat there admiring the sun. But when we realized, it was already dark. "That was beautiful, dad. Did you and mom watched it together as well?"

He stood and stretched, yawning a bit. "We did. She was also in awe." Hearing that, my gut twisted. Maybe because it was only now that I am able to spend time with dad, but I felt a bit jealous that I was not the first to experience that with him. I buried that thought at the back of my mind and stood as well, stretching. Dad placed his arms on my shoulder again, his other hand on his waist. "Barbeque?"

I hugged him by the side. "Say no less." He guided me at the side of the tent in which he prepared the barbeque grill. Charcoal was already placed but remained unlit. After realizing that dad had already done so much, I volunteered to get the meat from the car. It seemed that he didn't want me to, like he only wanted to do everything for me. But I guess he felt what I was feeling and let me do it.

By the time I returned, he was already shirtless and fanning the grill to heat up the coal. He smiled as he took the container from me, but my eyes were on his abs and chest. He wasn't very hairy, just enough to make him look sexy and hot. My eyes followed the hair lined up below his belly button up to his crotch, and just again, I began to heat up, and my dick started to stand.

"Can I lay on the tent for a while dad?" I asked, attempting to hide my hard on.

"Sure, I'll call you when it's ready."

I wasted no time and rushed inside the tent. After pulling a shirt from the bags, I tug my shorts and underwear, stroking my cock as I imagined my topless dad outside. I moaned a little, playing the tip of my dick. My stoking became faster and faster until I finally released on the shirt on my hand. The cum was enormous, and I was worried for a second that some may drop onto the airbed, but luckily, there was none.

I laid there more for a few minutes, feeling the sensation of after release. However, when I looked at the shirt on my hand, I learned that it wasn't mine. I gazed at the bags and realized I pulled a shirt on the wrong bag. Facing the cum-covered shirt of my dad, I cursed at myself.