Night 1 - Camping with dad

 After over a year of travelling and ‘finding myself’, I felt I was ready to come back to Sydney and get on with my life. Apart from finding a job, the two things I wanted to do most was find a place to live and get back the close bond with dad that we used to have. Of course, it would be different now that I was older and independent, but I still wanted the same father/son relationship that all dads and their sons should have, I felt somewhere along the way, we’d lost it, and I also knew it was probably my fault. I kept him at a distance and hadn’t told him the most important thing in my life now - I was gay.

 There was one way to sort out all those things and I was so glad when dad suggested it - I move back home until I get myself sorted out. That way I’d have a home and we’d try to get back to the way things were and I could be honest with him.

 He must have been thinking about that too because he was the one who suggested we go camping for a couple of days like we used to when I was a teen. So the fact that he even suggested it was a great sign that he wanted to rebuild our relationship and I could only hope that by coming out to him, I wouldn’t ruin it again, but of course, if we were going to be close again, I to be honest with him.

 I moved my stuff back in and even before I got settled, we were off on this camping trip.

 The long journey to the bush gave us a chance to talk. I was dying to come out to him, but was scared of his reaction. When I was younger, he always came and supported me at school events, especially around swimming and tennis, he was like my number one fan and used to say how proud he was of me. I kept worrying, would he still be proud of me if he knew I was gay? Would he even like me? I knew I had to pick the right time and it wasn’t on the journey on our first day!

 We chatted along the way, mostly about my travels and what experiences I had had. He asked about Karen, the girl I was dating before I left to go travelling. I told him we had broken up and from then on, he just assumed I was ‘his father’s son’ and played around with girls every place I went to. He even kind of opened up and said since the divorce, he was doing the same thing and admitted to rooting around. It was so weird hearing my dad talk openly about sex like that. I liked that he was kind of treating me like his ‘bud’ rather than his son.

 We set up camp and laughed about how small the tent looked now. He said it was the exact same one that we used more than 10 years ago. It wasn’t that the tent got smaller, it was me who got bigger.

 I plucked up the courage to tell him the truth after we’d had a few beers around the campfire. It seemed like the perfect atmosphere to do it, while we were just openly talking about our lives.

 I know I was shaking a bit, and my throat went dry, but I had to stop him when he kept talking about the number of girls hearts I must have broken on my travels. I couldn’t just keep on agreeing with him. So I told him they weren’t girls, they were guys!!!

 There was no doubt about it, he was shocked; it was like the last thing he expected. I found myself holding my breath waiting for his true reaction once he got used to the idea...... IF he got used to the idea.

 At first he was trying to act cool as if it wasn’t a big deal for him – but I knew it was. I actually wanted to hug him because I knew he was trying really hard to understand.

 I told him my story, that after a while, sex with random girls wasn’t satisfying anymore and then I went through a bi-stage – where really I was just fooling myself.

Then I was really honest and told him about Darren and how I fell in love with a married man. To his credit, dad seemed to understand, or at least pretend he did. He was wonderful.

 By the time, I got down to those details, we’d left the fire and were in our sleeping bags, cramped in the small tent. In the middle of the quiet wilderness, with just us in the darkness and confines of the tent, I just opened up to him and told him far more than I ever intended.

 He even went as far as asking about what it was like for men to have sex with other men and how it compared to ‘normal’ sex. And I wasn’t really surprised when he asked me if I was the ‘man’ in the relationship or the ‘woman’. I knew what he meant and I told him that I was ‘versatile which meant I got the best of both worlds.’

 In the darkness, I was able to really be quite detailed and he really seemed to want to know, and we really found out that we were quite similar in having enjoyed a lot of random, one-night sex and weren’t particularly proud about how we’d treated some of our partners. And we both acknowledged, that we’d got the ‘playboy’ out of our system and were both ready to find something more stable, maybe even someone ‘special’.

 It was wonderful being so open with dad. I know the beers and the situation helped but I’d never felt so close to him as I was right then. It was like there were no more secrets between us.

 And as we talked for ages, neither of us wanted to break this intimate time, we got more and more outrageous, and were trying to outdo each other with our sexual adventures.

 Hearing dad talking about his sex life was actually turning me on. I’d never heard him being so open before. It was like he was boasting to one of his mates, not his son!!

 Listening to him, I actually started to get hard, I don’t know what it was, perhaps it was the explicit details he was telling me, right down him telling me about the best technique to get a woman’s’ pussy wet – wwwoowww!!!!

 He was almost daring me to come up with a better story and so I began to think about Darren and how good the sex was between us even going as far as to say ‘only a guy knows how to give another guy the perfect blow job’ and this even got dad to admit that most of the blow jobs he’d gotten from girls were not the best experience.

 My cock only got harder as we talked, listening to dad and telling my own stories actually made my cock start to throb. I just wanted to let it out.

 It must have been the beer than made me say.....

Jaxon   Hey dad, is this talk giving you a stiffy?

D         (Laughing) Actually it is!!

J          You know it’s just us here in the middle of nowhere, how about we let nature take over? (I could never have said that if it was daylight and I could see him)

D         Well you sure got me wound up

J          Well don’t mind me, I’m gonna have a wank!

He didn’t answer.

 I couldn’t wait any longer and I unzipped my sleeping bag and tugged down my underpants and then I smiled to myself as I heard dad doing the same thing. I couldn’t see a thing even though he was only a couple of centimeters away from me, but I could hear everything, the change in his breathing, the quiet squelches of him working on his cock.

 For some reason, that made my cock throb harder and I knew that he’d probably hear my own squelching of my foreskin sliding over my knob. We didn’t say anything – we were lost in our own thoughts.

 I can’t remember what I was thinking about; was it about reliving the hot sex that I’d had with Darren; was it about the whole idea of wanking in the wilderness in the middle of nowhere; was it just wanting to get rid of those pent up sexual thoughts that had been building up all night; or was it even more? Did it have anything to do listening to the man right next to me masturbating as madly as me? And did it have anything to do that he was actually my father?

 Whatever it was that first night, it was the most intense orgasm I’d had since.... Darren. I missed sex, I missed him touching me and having that naked body contact with another man. You couldn’t beat rooting a sexy tight ass and the relief and excitement that came with it, especially when it was with a guy you really cared about.

 Then my thoughts were interrupted because I suddenly heard dad gasping and I knew he was about to blow. I stopped and just listened to him have his orgasm. I swear I could imagine his cum shoot in the air and splat back down on his body. Those sounds brought me over the edge and I had my own massive orgasm and shot really powerful spurts of cum everywhere, I felt the splashes on my body. Somehow it made it more exciting that dad was listening to me. What was he thinking?

 We both kind of awkwardly dried ourselves up and zipped up our sleeping bags and then it was just a quick ‘good night’ from both of us.

 I knew we were both just lying there thinking about what just happened. I was dying to know what was in dad’s mind – he’d just masturbated with his son!!

 As for me, my mind was whirring so much. I was full of a mixture of thoughts. What had I just masturbated about –

Was it really about Darren?

Was it hearing dad’s stories, listening to him like never before and imagining them?

Did the fact that he was wanking, turn me on even more?

Or deeper…… was it that somehow dad reminded me so much of Darren, or did I choose Darren because he reminded me of dad. Those thoughts were just too intense to think about 

In the end, I forced myself to block out any sexual thoughts about dad. That wasn’t even natural – it was just the whole situation – out there in the wilderness talking openly about sex. That’s what triggered it all off. That’s what I thought at the time, that first night!