A Camping Trip with My Stepdad

Hugging my knees, I rested my head on my dad's shoulder as we both sat on a rock that overlooks the lake. His legs were spread out, with his hands anchored at his back, allowing me to take a glimpse of his cock within his boxer brief. "The water's really nice," I commented and glanced at my dad.

He looked at my direction. "I'm glad you find it pleasurable." We continued to watch the scenery, allowing the warmer air to caress our cold skin. "Are you hungry, by the way?" he asked.

I shook my head and leaned closer to him. "Not really, dad."

He simply smiled and let the silence between us play again. The water perfectly mirrored the sky above, showing such a breathtaking scene that wasn't tiring to look at. Birds flew above as well, some going in hoards at the coasts of the lake to peck on the water. The sun was only slightly blazing, but the trees behind us provided a reliable shade as we rest from swimming.

"Son," my dad began to talk.

"What is it?" I lifted my head from him, curiosity brewing inside me.

"Last night, I said that I would allow you to suck on my nipples, right?" he said, making me quite nervous for him bringing up this topic. He also made me remember what he said last night where he stopped me crying by offering his nipples tonight. Is he angry? Does he regret it? Or will he take back his offer? His promise was pushed at the back of my mind, as I felt like I push things too much last night, and there was this unshakeable guilt in me.

"It's okay, dad, if you don't want it. Just don't hate me, please." I buried my head into my knees.

"No, no, I never hated you, and I am not taking back what I said. You're growing up now, and I am happy to guide you as, you know, explore these things." He wrapped his arm around me and drew me closer to him. "It's just that, I wonder what you wanted."

I raised my head, only to instantly meet my dad's eyes. My cheeks flared up, embarrassed by his sudden question. After heaving a sigh, I replied, "I have never been with anyone, dad. So when I saw your tits, well, they excite me. I'm sorry dad." Just then, I felt a kiss on my cheek.

"Stop saying sorry, son." He kissed my cheek again. Gosh if only it would be on the lips. "Thanks for admitting it to me. I never expected you to be single since birth, especially since you're really an eye candy."

I sucked on my cheeks as they itched from his words. "Jeez, stop it, dad. You're the only one complimenting me." I pushed his smirking face away.

"Really? There's no way." He chuckled and and snaked his arm around my waist. "Then I'll continue showering you with compliments then. I hope you wouldn't mind getting them from me, pretty boy."

I laughed from his words for a good minute before settling myself down, dropping my head again on his shoulder. "Thank you, my handsome and sexy dad." He giggle a bit as he kissed me on the cheek again.

"Well, pretty boy, looking forward to suck on my nipples, tonight?" He stretched his arms and flexed his muscles, standing. His dick on the boxer brief passed by my face, and I caught a whiff of the manly scent of those, making me instantly hard.

"Dad, don't say it like that." I grunted, standing up as well and hiding my excited cock on the process. "But I do. I hope you wouldn't mind me looking forward to it."

He smiled and face me, ruffling my head. "Of course. You can suck on them for a while." He chuckled, feeling weird from those words as well. "I'm gonna grab the fishing road, wanna join me fish?"

I nodded and followed away from the shore, where he picked up his cargo shorts and hang it on the tent. We were still both damp from swimming, and he was still just on his underwear. When we arrived at the car, he grabbed the fishing rod and allowed me to carry the tackle box along with a bag that contained the baits. With our tools in hand, we walked back to the lake but on a different path. The area we arrived at had more lily pads and reeds, with movements obvious below the waters.

We sat on a tree branch lying on the ground. The tackle box creaked as Dad flipped it open, revealing an assortment of lures, hooks, and bobbers. He pulled out a shiny silver lure, holding it up to the sunlight before attaching it to the line with practiced ease.

I watched him, hugging my knees. The lake in front of us shimmered, reflecting the warm hues of the late afternoon sky. A gentle breeze rustled through the reeds, carrying the scent of damp earth and water.

"You want to cast the first line?" dad asked, handing me the rod.

"But I don't know what to do, dad. Sometimes, I just watch people do it." I grazed my sight over the somewhat familiar equipment.

He rubbed my back. "Don't worry. I'll guide you," he said and handed me the rod. I hesitated before gripping the handle. It felt heavier than I expected.

"Hold it steady," Dad instructed, guiding my hands. "Flick your wrist, not your whole arm."

I took a deep breath and swung the rod back, then forward. The line whizzed through the air, landing with a soft plop into the lake. We both watched as the bobber floated, swaying with the ripples.

"Not bad," Dad said with a grin, ruffling my hair.

I smiled, feeling a little spark of pride. For a moment, we sat in silence, listening to the chirping of crickets and the distant croak of a bullfrog.

Then, suddenly, the bobber jerked.

"You got one!" he exclaimed.

My heart pounded as I gripped the rod tighter. I started reeling, feeling resistance as something tugged on the other end.

"Easy now," dad said, his voice calm but excited. "Let it fight a little."

The rod bent, the line tightening. Whatever was on the hook was strong. Stronger than I expected.

And then, just as I thought I had control, the water erupted. Water splashed as the fish thrashed, twisting and turning beneath the surface. My hands tightened around the rod, my pulse racing.

"Keep the tension on the line!" dad urged, his voice steady as he gently tapped my shoulder. "Don't let it go slack!"

I gritted my teeth and cranked the reel, feeling the fish pull against me. My arms burned with the effort, but I refused to let go. The fish darted left, then right, each movement sending ripples across the lake.

"Almost there." He reached for the net. "Just a little more."

With one last pull, I brought it close enough for dad to scoop it up. Water streamed from the net as he lifted it, revealing the first ever fish I had ever caught. Its silver scales glistened, its mouth opening and closing as it gasped for air.

"Whoa," I breathed, staring at it. "That's huge."

Dad chuckled. "It's a good catch, that's for sure." He gently removed the hook from its mouth before holding it up for me to see. "What do you think? Keep it or let it go?"

I hesitated, looking at the fish's round, glassy eyes. The way it wriggled in Dad's hands made my chest tighten.

"Let it go," I said softly.

He nodded with approval. "Good choice."

Lowering the fish back into the water, he held it steady for a moment. Then, with a flick of its tail, it disappeared beneath the surface, vanishing into the depths of the lake. I exhaled, watching the ripples spread outward.

"Nice work, kid," he said, clapping me on the shoulder. "Not bad for your first."

I smiled, warmth filling my chest. We sat back down on the fallen tree branch, the quiet hum of nature surrounding us once again. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting golden light across the water. "Want to go again?" dad asked, holding out the rod.

I nodded, already reaching for the tackle box. As I picked out another lure, I couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, this would be a day I'd never forget.

I cast my line again, watching the bobber float lazily on the water's surface. Dad sat beside me on the fallen tree, his skin dry but still moist from swimming. The afternoon breeze had picked up, rustling through the trees and sending little shivers down my spine. My own shorts were still damp from when I had swam with him earlier, and without a shirt on, I could feel the afternoon air prickling against my skin.

I glanced at him. "Aren't you cold?" I asked, eyeing the fact that he was only wearing his boxer briefs.

Dad chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah. You get used to it." He rubbed his arms absently, though I noticed the goosebumps rising on his skin. "Besides, when you've been jumping into cold lakes since you were a kid, this feels normal." He moved closer to me. "Tell me, do you feel cold?"

I nodded and transferred my sight to the water where I had cast my line. Dad, on the other hand, embraced my naked torso, warming me up with his own body.