Even more fishing
The shrill pitch of the rod alarm awoke me. I glanced at my watch as I unzipped the tent flap, 2.30am.
Had I really volunteered to spend a night in a tent fishing?
Yes of course I had and as I rolled over to turn the alarm off and check whether we had a catch or not, I sensed why.
"Are you going to get that or do I have to?" Dad said.
"Ok, Ok I'm getting it," I replied.
As I had rolled over I was hard alongside his hot, sweaty, hairy body.
I found it a huge turn on, being in such proximity to a manly frame.
As I reeled in the line and took a small fish off the hook I felt his hand exploring my back and ass. I cast out the line and put the rod back on the rest.
"What about turning the alarms off both rods?" he said
"Then we won't be disturbed....?" I asked quizzically.
"Now you're getting the idea," he chuckled.
His right hand was all over me and he slid his other hand under my body to get a hold of my now growing cock. I could feel his strong hard hands rubbing into my ass crack and at the same time taking hold of my hardening cock.
As I zipped up the tent flap I lay face down in the hot sleeping bag and revelled in the warmth of his horny explorations.
My left hand slid down my side and, as expected, came across his growing pole.
I gripped it and stroked it and played with his foreskin. I brought my hand back to my mouth and in the dim moonlight he watched me spit on my fingers and lower my hand back down to his cock.
I added my spit to his hardening cock end as I felt his pre-cum oozing out of his slit. His foreskin began to easily slip over his solid ring as I gently started to jerk him off. His fingers were busy working on my ass and it wasn't until he attempted to put two fingers in that I realised where we were up to.
He had the gel on his side of the tent and I knew what he was doing, as the cold lube slathered over my ass hole. He worked the stuff in with one finger and at the same time put the remnants off his hands onto his cock end.
I took back hold of his shaft and felt just how hard he really was.
"Lube me good," I said, as I knew where we were going.
"I'll do it real slow," he whispered.