Cory

Cory - 4

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One evening, Cory and I were laying in bed in my condo, a couple of his loads happily around in my anal canal. "You know," I said to him, "we only have a couple weeks left together."

We had been role playing as father and son for a number of weeks now and not only had we had a great time, we had gotten really close, like a real father and son.

"I know dad. It makes me sad."

"Don't be sad, son. Think about your next phase of life – starting your company and all the benefits that will come with it."

"Yeah, it's going to be great. I will just miss you, dad."

"We'll stay in touch, I'm sure." I knew we would continue texting. Cory texted me regularly now, even about such day-to-day things as a grade on a paper or a meal he enjoyed.

"We have some time left, we should do something great together."

"Agreed. Why don't we each come up with the most father/son activity we can do and have some fun while we do it?"

"Oh my god, dad, I already know what mine is going to be."

"So do I, son. What's yours?"

"A camping trip – two man tent in the woods!"

The very first time we met, Cory had told me about his days with the boy scouts and how, when he was a teenager, he had fucked his entire troop including the adult scout leader over the course of a summer.

"Haha. Want to bring back those scouting days?"

"A little bit, maybe. But mostly I think of it as a great activity for a dad and son to be manly men by themselves out in the middle of nowhere."

"Sounds good, son. I may need to borrow some camping equipment since I don't own any but that shouldn't be a problem."

"What's your idea for a final father/son outing, dad?"

"Well, you're going off on your own to start a company and make sales pitches to big firms. I'd like to take you shopping for some nice clothes. I've never seen you in anything besides athletic shorts and t-shirts."

Cory made a face like I just told him to eat a spider. "SHOPPING, dad? Really?"

"If we're sneaky enough, we can do some public fucking in the dressing rooms while we're there."

"OOH, now you're talking. I'm in!"

We decided we'd do mine first so we planned on having a shopping trip on the coming Saturday then on the following weekend we would go camping.

Saturday morning, I picked Cory up and we drove to a large department store. The store I selected had a nice selection of good brands of menswear that I knew would look good on Cory.

As we walked into the men's department a handsome young sales associate came over to us. "Good morning. My name is Xander. How can I help you today?"

Xander was an average height guy with a dark complexion and hair dyed white/blond. He was wearing business casual pants and shirt and looked like he had an excellent sense of style. More than anything else, he had supermodel good looks. His eyes were icy blue, his lips full and pouty, and his body was extremely fit.

Before Cory blurted anything out about how Xander could remove his pants and bend over and that would be very helpful, I said, "my son needs to have some clothes for doing business."

"What kind of business?"

"He's in software development, but he will be the face of the company for sales and marketing negotiating."

"And what a nice face it is." Xander gave Cory a little smile and wink. "Follow me, I think I know what you have in mind."

Of course we are being helped by a twink who wants Cory's dick. This kind of thing always happens to Cory.

"AHEM, is everything going all right over here?" a smartly dressed little man of about sixty years old approached us.

"Yes, Mr. Witherbottom, I was just showing these gentlemen some of our best businesswear."

Mr. Witherbottom looked at Cory and me. He was a grumpy looking man with thick eyeglasses and a large mustache and very little hair on his head. "And which gentleman will the businesswear be for?" He inquired.

"For my son here, Cory." I answered, gesturing in Cory's direction.

"I see. Xander, make sure they see the business clothing we have from John Varvatos. And If the father wants anything, we have some good deals on Brooks Brothers."

"Yes sir, Mr. Witherbottom."

As the older man walked away, Xander rolled his eyes and said, "that's my boss. He can be a bit rigid, but he has a large knowledge of men's fashion throughout the years and seems to stay on trend. I get frustrated with him a little bit but I am learning a lot in this job."

Xander took Cory over to a display of clothes. "Here are some ideas. Mr. Witherbottom was right, I think the Varatos will be youthful but professional enough for your needs."

Cory picked up a pair of pants and looked at it. "Dad, these pants cost more than all my clothes put together."

"This is your graduation present, Cory. Don't worry about the prices." I gave him a little smile. "If you see any you want to try on, Xander will help you find the size you need and show you wear the dressing rooms are." I winked and Cory smiled back at me.

"Dad, thank you so much. You don't have to do this."

"I want to do it for you, Cory. You deserve the best. You can buy me something after you make your first million."

Xander had selected a few items. "I think you could look really good in blue, gray, or brown, but I went with blue to try first." He handed Cory the items. "I'm pretty good at knowing the correct size, but if these are not right, let me know and I can ... um, measure you."

Cory opened his mouth to say something about his measurements to Xander, but I interrupted him. "Where is the dressing room?"

"Right here, sir." Xander pointed to a doorway leading into a row of individual closed-door cubicles. "Right now, they're all available so you can have your pick."

"I'll take this one." Cory carried the clothes into the dressing room at the far end of the row.

"Sounds good, Cory. If you need any help just speak up. I'll be standing right outside here."

"Thanks, dad."

Xander and I left the dressing area and were standing by the doorway when he spoke, "your son looks a lot like you. That is to say, he is very handsome."

"Ah thank you, Xander. You're a handsome young man yourself."

Xander blushed and was about to say something when a bellow came from inside the dressing room, "Daa-aad are you out there? I need your help with something."

I smiled at Xander and said, "Duty calls. Dad duty," and headed back to the dressing room.

"What's up, son?" I said as I neared his door.

"I'm not sure if this will be too tight, dad," he replied.

I opened the door to his dressing room and there stood Cory wearing an expensive dress shirt, dress socks, and nothing else. His erection was standing proudly straight up from between the shirttails, looking as massive as ever. Cory grinned at me and showed me the little bottle of lube in his hand.

"Oh I see," I announced in case Xander was still listening, "that looks like it might be a little tight."

I quickly lowered my pants and bent over with my dad ass facing Cory. He quickly pushed the head of his cock against my hole.

"A little snug but maybe not too tight," he said and pushed his cock into me.

My `dad pussy' as Cory called it was getting very used to having him inside me so all he really needed to do was lube it and slide it in.

Cory started thrusting and I was trying very hard to stay quiet. He had such a big cock and I was used to moaning while he fucked me. But we couldn't attract attention here, so I bit the knuckle of my finger to keep from making noise.

Cory started picking up speed, fucking me harder. I suddenly realized that his balls were slapping against me making that familiar fucking sound. Xander called in from outside the hallway, "everything ok in there?"

"Yeah he's fine," I called back. "Just had a little technical difficulty."

Xander came back and stood outside our dressing room and whispered, "Listen guys, you have to be more quiet. I'm cool with this and will try to cover, but if Mr. Witherbottom hears you, he'll blow a gasket."

"Gotcha," I whispered back, but then suddenly a voice thundered in from outside the dressing room area:

"AHEM. What is the problem in there, I must ask." Cory and I hurriedly got some clothes on as we heard the older man's footsteps approaching.

"There's no problem, Mr. Witherbottom, the gentleman was just helping his son with the garment." Xander's voice sounded shaky and nervous.

"I see, I see." Mr. Witherspoon said and then suddenly thrust open the door of the dressing room.

What he saw was me in my clothes and Cory standing in a very handsome blue suit and dress shirt. "Mr. Witherspoon, do you happen to know if this suit coat comes in three button?" I asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"Hrmph!" Mr. Witherbottom announced and glared at Cory. I followed his gaze to where the suit trousers were struggling to hold the boy's very large still-erect penis.

"Why don't you both get dressed and Xander can show you into my office?" Mr. Witherbottom stated more than asked with a measure of authority. He then turned and left the dressing room area.

Xander gave us a scared expression and a slight shrug of his shoulders and also stepped away.

Cory quickly changed back to his normal clothes and he and I stepped out of the dressing room to where Xander was waiting for us. He led us to the back of the store into a back hallway and a closed door that had a plaque reading "Augustus Witherbottom, Store Manager."

Xander knocked on the door, "Mr. Witherbottom, the gentlemen are here."

"Send them in. You can go." Witherbottom announced from behind the closed door.

Soon, we were inside a small but well-appointed office with a desk and leather chair, two guest chairs and several posters of men's fashions covered the walls. "Sit down," Witherbottom ordered. We sat in the guest chairs.

"I want you to know I run a respectable business here. Not a haven of debauched tomfoolery."

"Of course," I said. "You have a very impressive clothing business."

"The sounds from the changing room suggested otherwise. I almost called security."

"I don't know what you heard or think you heard, Mr. Witherbottom, but there was no..."

"Save it, Dad. Mr. Witherbottom is smart. He knows what was up." Cory's interruption of my explanation took me off guard. "But to be honest, I don't think he's upset at what happened but just a little jealous."

"Jealous? What? Explain yourself, young man."

"Well, Mr. Witherbottom," Cory stood and started walking around the side of the desk, "I think you were pretty turned on. In fact I bet you have an erection right now that we're sitting here so close to you."

"WHAT? Well I never!" Mr. Witherbottom's face was reddening.

"No but you will," Cory was now standing next to Mr. Witherbottom's chair and reaching down the front of the older man's pants. "Yep, just as I suspected, hard as a diamond."

"Erm, I, well you see..."

"Shh, Mr. Witherbottom, let me help you here." Cory had rotated the chair around and was kneeling in front of him, adeptly unfastening the man's belt and pants.

I stood up and could see as Cory pulled the store manager's pants down past his hips in the chair, Mr. Witherbottom did in fact have a rock-hard erection. It was small, maybe between four and five inches and thin but that didn't stop Cory from taking it into his mouth. I knew from personal experience that Cory's ability to give head was incredibly skillful and soon the older gentleman began moaning.

"OH! ohh uhhhmmm."

Cory took his mouth off long enough to turn to me and say, "He likes this Dad. I knew this was what was up when he called us in here," and then immediately returned to sucking Mr. Witherspoon's hard dick.

A few minutes later, Cory said, "you can't cum yet, Mr. Witherbottom," and he stood up and pulled the older man to his feet too. Cory pulled Mr. Witherbottom's pants down further around his ankles.

I wondered what would happen next but I should have guessed it, Cory gently pushed the older man's face down onto the desk so that he was bent over in a 90 degree angle. Cory then pulled down his own shorts and produced his ever-present bottle of lube. "Time to get this grandpa-pussy," he announced and slicked his own cock with the lubricant as well as rubbing some into th older man's hole.

"Is this really happening?" I thought to myself as I watched Cory slide his significant cock up and down the asscrack of the store manager. "Ohhh," the man muttered but didn't say no. In fact he seemed quite happy about it, if a little bit confused.

As Cory pushed inside Mr. Witherbottom, the old man let out a louder moan than before, "mmm UMMM UGHHH."

"Dad, you'd better put something in his mouth to keep him quiet. Don't want anyone calling security." Cory winked at me as he started gently thrusting into the small man.

I then pulled down my own pants to reveal my big fat cock that was already getting hard. I stood on the opposite side of the desk looking directly into Cory's eyes as I fed my thick cockhead into Mr. Witherbottom's mouth. The old man hungrily started sucking like a newly born puppy nursing at its mother's teat. I smiled at Cory. He smirked back at me. We now had this man, who only 10 minutes before was threatening to call store security on us, spit roasted over his own desk.

Cory began pumping harder into the man, "you know dad, I think I might be hitting 60 year old virgin cherry ass as tight as this is," and continued with long fast strokes.

Mr. Witherbottom, even with my cock filling his mouth was getting loud. "MMMMPH URRGHHH AHHHHGGG."

"Shh Mr. Witherbottom, you don't want to bother any customer's with those loud moans."

But it was too late. There was a knock at the door. "Mr. Witherbottom, is everything ok?"

The door opened and Xander stepped into the room and immediately had a look of extreme surprise on his face. "OH MY GOD." He continued to stare and then he stepped a few paces closer as if to get a better view. "Oh my god indeed." Cory and I met his looks as he watched us sliding our cocks in and out of his boss' holes. "You two have really big dicks," was what he finally said.

"Shut the door, take your clothes off, and come over here." Cory's voice carried the order to Xander with a tone of authority.

"Yes sir," Xander announced and quickly shed all his clothes. I was stunned by the beauty of the young man. His dark skin was beautiful and hairless, including no pubic hair. His left upper arm was covered in a half sleeve of photo-realistic tattoos, he had washboard abs and muscular quads and calves, and his face was still as beautiful as the first time I saw him. His cock was also beautiful, of course it was, a beautiful cock on a beautiful man. It was perfectly shaped, not too big, but still long and thick enough to be effective. His balls hung low between his muscular thighs.

"You want a little of what your boss is getting?" this time it was me asking the question.

"Oh yes sir, please, sir."

"Then get over here and lie down on this desk and put your knees on your shoulders." He hurriedly complied, laying on his back next to where Mr. Witherspoon was bent over and getting fucked hard. He lifted his legs to reveal a beautiful tiny little balloon knot of a hole. "Oh fuck that's a pretty little hole" I was just drinking in how beautiful this man was and I was about to get to fill him.

Cory tossed me the container of lube and I rubbed some against Xander's hole, gently working a finger inside him. He was young and tight but I'd been around enough to know an experienced ass when I felt it. He was no virgin. He knew how to take dick.

My cock was at it's full erect size from Mr. Witherbottom's hungry sucking. I placed the head of my cock against Xander's tiny rosebud hole and gently worked the head inside, just to the moment before the sphincter would be stretched.

"OHHH yes, fuck me daddy!" As Xander said the words, Cory frowned at him. Hmm maybe there was a little jealousy at someone else calling me daddy.

I pushed my cock inside the tight hole and Xander expertly took it and almost immediately started working his ass muscles to expand and contract, squeezing my cock in rhythm with the thrusts of my hips. Yep, this boy had bottomed a few times before for sure.

So there we were, Cory and me, fucking the store manager and his assistant on the desk of the office of the men's store. Another very hot situation that I probably would never have found myself in if it weren't for me meeting Cory.

I had started fucking Xander hard and he was rubbing his hard cock as I did. I could feel him getting closer to his orgasm.

"Are you gonna cum soon? I want to fuck you hard while you cum."

"Yes daddy I'm getting close."

"Good so am I."

"I'm really close too," Cory announced, wanting to be part of the conversation.

"Nice!" How about Mr. Witherbottom?" I asked.

"Oh he's cum at least twice already." Cory said matter-of-factly. Then as if to illustrate his point, he lifted the older man's torso up so I could see the desk where he had previously been bent over and there was in fact several puddles of semen in front of the old man's still-hard cock. I loved how Mr. Witherbottom, this stern authority figure, was now merely a sex doll that Cory could position however he wanted.

"I'm gonna cummmm!" Xander gasped and started shooting his load in spurts and streams over his beautifully sculpted stomach and chest. I felt his ass contracting with his orgasm and began pumping even harder into him, my girthy cock working against the muscles forcing the contraction. He cried out and shot even more cum up to his chest from the pressure on his prostate.

"Oh fuck you are milking me good, Xander," as I could feel my own climax building in my balls.

"I'm cumming!" Cory announced and I could see his whole body shudder as he emptied what had to be a significant load into the ass of the older store manager.

"Ugghhh" I grunted as I sprayed my semen deep inside the ass of this beautiful man Xander who was looking up at me with tired, satisfied expression on his face.

"Should we keep shopping, Dad, or head home?" Cory asked as he pulled up his underwear over his softening (but still engorged) wet cock.

"I think these fine shopkeepers have earned our business son. Let's go see which suit and shirts we want."

Cory and I finished dressing and went back out into the store, leaving Mr. Witherbottom and Xander languishing in their recently fucked positions on the office desk.

As Cory and I got together the clothes we wanted to buy, Xander appeared, looking fresh (fresh as one could having just been completely railed by a beer can cock) and asked if he could ring us up at the register. Cory made some comment about how Xander never got to measure him and Xander actually offered to go into the dressing room with him to complete that task, but I told them they could get together another time. We needed to go.

I dropped a couple thousand dollars in the menswear store that day, but it was well worth it. Cory got some good clothes (and Mr. Witherbottom insisted on including some Calvin Klein underwear for free).

As we went to the car, Cory asked me, "do you think Mr. Witherbottom has a taste for cock in his ass now and he's going to start making Xander fuck him?" I said it wouldn't surprise me.

The time came for us to do our camping trip. Cory was so excited. "I can't wait to go camping with you, dad."

"You'll have to show me how it's done, son. I've never been much of a camper."

"Oh I'll show you dad."

We drove out to one of the forested areas surrounding the city, which was only about a 45 minute drive. From the parking area we hiked another 45 minutes to get to an area Cory had already selected as our campsite. "It's supposed to be secluded but not too far from some cool hiking areas with waterfalls and a large swimming pond." It was May and starting to warm up in our area, but I still had doubts about swimming in a natural pond being too comfortable, but I was just along for the ride.

We set up our tent, Cory directed me on what to do, being the experienced camper. We laid out our fire area and followed all the safety precautions I had read about. I certainly didn't want to start a forest fire or get attacked by some wild animal.

"Now what?" I asked Cory after all the preparations were complete, thinking he would say something like "now we fuck."

But he surprised me by saying, "we should go for a hike. There's some really beautiful nature around here."

I agreed and said "let's do it then."

He replied, "oh not like this. We have to take all our clothes off except our hiking boots and caps."

"WHAT? What if someone see us, or worse, what if we run into a cloud of hungry mosquitos?"

"If someone sees us we'll say we're naturists or nudists or something and mosquitos will bite whether we're wearing clothes or not. Come on, dad. It'll be fun."

So we took off all our clothes except our socks and hiking boots. Cory had a baseball cap and I had a fishing hat. It seemed a little silly to wear protection from sunburn when one is nude but that was the rationale for leaving our hats on. I personally think Cory just thought it was hot to be naked except with boots and cap.

As we walked through a pretty well established trail, we didn't have to walk through brush or branches or anything else that may scratch our bare bodies. I have to admit Cory looked pretty sexy hiking along in his boots and cap, his big dick hanging in front of him flopped from one side to the other with each step.

"We're here!" he exclaimed as we ascended a small ridge.

"We're where?" I asked, not really seeing anything around us.

"Swimming hole!" he announced and as I came over the top of the ridge I saw it, a large pond with ha small waterfall at one end. It was beautiful. Birds were singing and the sun was shining. This really was a very nice day that Cory had planned for us.

We sat down on a large flat rock that was actually quite warm from the sunlight and took off our boots and socks and hats. Cory jumped in. I'm not gonna lie, it looked cold, but I followed suit, not wanting to spoil the perfect moment.

Ok, it was very cold. "Fuck that's cold!" I yelled.

Cory laughed. "Yeah it's pretty cold still this early in the spring. But the sun is shining. We can always get back on the warm rock to dry off."

We splashed around in the water for a while. The longer you stayed in it, the more temperate it felt. I was actually enjoying myself when I heard voices. Someone else's voices besides ours.

"Hey! How's the water." Over the ridge near the rock where we had stripped out of our boots there stood two men. They appeared to be in their mid 30s. They were both slender, one was shorter. They were both wearing clothes.

"Very damned cold!" I yelled back.

Cory laughed again, "water's fine, come on in."

Why is it we can be anywhere, even the middle of nowhere, and hot guys find Cory?

"Great!" the taller one yelled and started taking off his shoes and setting them on the rock. He glanced down at our boots and got a confused look, "where are you guys' clothes?"

Cory laughed yet again and called back "weren't wearing any."

I'm sure I looked embarrassed by this comment but the tall guy just said "Cool!" and proceeded to remove all his clothing. The shorter guy quickly followed suit and soon they were standing naked on the rock. The tall guy was skinny with hairy legs and chest. His cock dangled down in front of him. It looked like it was one that would get pretty big when it got hard. The shorter guy was really muscular and even hairier than the tall guy. His cock looked short and fat and it was one that you couldn't really tell how large it would be erect. Both of the guys had brown hair, were clean shaven and pretty handsome.

The two of them jumped into the lake and swam over to where Cory and I were. "You guys come here often?" the taller guy asked. He was apparently the more outgoing or at least the more talkative of the two.

"Nah, this is my first time," I responded. This is a graduation camping trip for my son here, Cory, who will be graduating from college in a few days."

"Oh you're father and son!" the tall guy seemed surprised and a little disappointed. "We thought maybe you were a couple like us. My name is Brent and this is Jacob." The shorter guy, who now that I saw up close had a very handsome face, nodded in response to the introduction.

"Haha, what did you have in mind if we were a couple?" Cory asked, his ever-present grin widening.

"Well, I don't know. I guess we thought maybe we could... um, you know.." the tall man's (Brent) explanation tailed off.

"Have a some fun in a foursome," Jacob offered matter-of-factly, his own grin matching Cory's.

"But that would be out of the picture for a father and son." Brent quickly rationalized.

"Would it?" Cory was still grinning, now with a little suggestive leer.

"Well, erm, um..." Brent was obviously a little bit uncomfortable with the question.

"Here's the thing, guys." I wanted to rescue the man from this obviously awkward discussion of incest. "Cory and I aren't really father and son. We just role play as father and son because we look alike and like the same things sexually."

"And we both have big curved cocks!" Cory offered with a smile.

"Oh." Brent seemed a little relieved. If I wasn't mistaken I think Jacob seemed a little disappointed finding out we weren't really father and son, but he perked up when he heard the phrase 'big cocks'.

Cory had swum over closer to Brent and I could tell by the angle and motion of his arm that he was stroking the tall man's penis. In the meantime, the handsome muscular Jacob had swum over to me and whispered to me "big curved one, eh?"

"Yep," I replied and felt his hand cupping my cock and balls so I reached down and ran my fingers over his hairy stomach down to where I could feel his cock starting to harden.

"You guys want to take this out over to that grassy area?" It was Brent that asked the question and I followed his gaze over to an area where the sun was shining down on some shorter grasses and flowers.

"Let's go!" Cory announced and swam to the edge of the pond. As he stepped out of the water, I could see his cock was already 3/4 of the way hard swinging around in front of him as he hurried over to the sunny meadow.

The rest of us quickly followed and it was obvious Cory wasn't the only one with an erection starting. Brent's cock was standing straight up as he got out of the water. It was a nice length, probably about eight inches and straight as an arrow. I glanced down at the shorter muscular man, Jacob, and saw that his cock was standing straight out at 90 degrees and it was girthy! I've often had my own cock referred to as a beer can, but Jacob's cock was THICK. It was only about 5 or 6 inches long but it was fat and veiny and I felt my ass quiver at the thought of that big fireplug stretching me out.

I arrived at the grassy clearing where Brent and Cory were already lying on the ground 69ing each other. They each had a long cock so you could tell there was some throat action happening. The sight of it made me even hornier.

Jacob whispered to me, "looks like the two long ones are having a go of it and that leaves the two thick ones," and he dropped to his knees and took half my cock, which had swollen to its full size, into his mouth.

"Yep," I agreed. "I'd really like to feel that fat cock inside me, man."

"Your wish is my command" he replied and I quickly dropped to my hands and knees and he moved behind me where I could feel his hard cock against my thigh.

"Fuck yeah, dad! Take that beer can!" Cory had taken his mouth off Brent's swollen dick long enough to should some commentary over to me. "Hey I'm only a top. Are you ok bottoming?" Cory looked at Brent.

"Yeah I'm vers, but I'm usually a top too. So you need to go slow with that big dick." Brent had rolled over onto his back with his feet straight in the air showing Cory his beautiful hairy hole.

"Fuck yeah," Cory said when he saw the hole and he leaned over and spit directly onto it. "You ready man?"

"Go slow," Brent reminded him.

"Will do," Cory agreed and slowly started feeding his long curved dick into the waiting hole. "Oh fuck that's a nice pussy, man."

"Fuck, your dick is so big," Brent grunted but I could see Cory continue to push more and more into him.

All of a sudden I felt my own hole start to stretch as Jacob slid his massive head into me. "Damnnn, it's so thick," I muttered as he slowly started to thrust a few inches in and out of me, going a little bit deeper with each thrust.

"How's that fat cock feel, dad?" Cory yelled over to me while he continued to completely hammer Brent's hairy hole.

"It feels so good, son. You'd know how it feels if you ever would let me put my own beer can inside you."

"Ohhh." This pronouncement came from Brent but I wasn't sure if he was commenting on what I had just said or if he was just moaning from getting his hole absolutely punished by Cory's deep hard thrusts.

"I'll keep that in mind, dad." Cory looked at me and gave me a little wink. "In the meantime, I'm balls deep in some sweet manpussy." Cory, more than anyone, has the ability to carry on a normal conversation while he is thrusting into a warm tight ass, like it's just another normal day for him.

"Hey I need to change it up, I'm getting stretched to max capacity here." I yelled out to whoever may be listening.

"Sorry about that, I know it's really thick," Jacob whispered to me and slowly pulled his fat cock out of my gaping hole.

"It's not a problem man," I whispered back, just need a change of position.

"Hey why don't I fuck Jacob for a while and you and Brent could flip a coin to see who wants to top who?" Cory offered.

"I think I'd like to top if it's ok," Brent suggested. "I just got totally torn up by your son."

"Ok, I guess," I said, "I got stretched, I might as well get hit deep for a while."

I could see Cory and Jacob were going to try standing with Jacob leaning against a tree, while Cory fucked him from behind. "What position you want me in?" I asked Brent.

"Bottom's choice, man."

I opted to lie on my back for a while. Brent moved on top of me and pushed in. His cock was long and felt pretty similar to Cory's although he lacked the boy's incredible thrusting ability to hit the pelvic floor and the prostate. But it still felt good and it wasn't long before I knew I was going to cum.

"Gonna cum," I muttered just moments before my load shot out over my chest.

"Same here," Brent said, "can I cum inside you man?"

"Go for it, buddy," I barely had the words out and I could feel the tall man's long cock shooting deep inside me.

I looked over and saw Cory and Jacob standing there, cocks softening. "Did you guys already cum?"

"Yeah a few minutes ago, dad. It was a hot fuck."

"Definitely!" agreed Jacob. "We should get together again."

"This is my last week in town," Cory sounded sad, "But maybe I'll visit sometime soon." He knew he wouldn't visit anytime soon, but he was letting these guys have a little hope.

"Well, we'd better get back to camp, son," I told Cory, "it was nice meeting you guys," I nodded to Brent and Jacob.

We got our hiking boots back on and made our way back to our tent. "So tell me, Cory," I asked, "when you picked that particular pond area to hike to, did you know there would be gay guys there looking for action?"

Cory grinned, "I may have read something about it being a bit of a cruising area for campers."

"I thought so."

We put some clothes back on. Cory built a fire and I got some food ready for us to eat. We sat by the fire after dinner as the sky turned dark and revealed a whole map of starts above us. I put my arm around Cory. "This was a good idea for our last father/son outing, Cory. Thank you."

"Aww you're welcome dad. I'm glad you're enjoying it. About time for us to get in the tent though."

We cleaned up the fire area and got into our tent. We were lying on top of our sleeping bags wearing only our underwear when Cory snuggled up against me and put his hand down my underwear. I kissed him on the top of his head and enjoyed feeling his fingers slowly stroking my cock head and balls. I could feel my cock hardening under his touch.

"Hey dad."

"Yeah son?"

"I'm not going to be here for Father's Day so I wanted to give you your present early. Is that ok?"

"Present? You shouldn't have, Cory. But yeah it's fine. What did you get me?"

"This," Cory pulled my underwear off revealing my very large erection standing straight up as I lay on my back. He must have gotten some lube on his hand because I could feel the slippery wetness as he stroked my cock. He then took off his underwear and straddled me, facing me, his eyes full of wonder and affection. Was he doing what I thought he was going to do. Sure enough, he soon backed up to where his asshole was against the tip of my cock and slowly, he reached back and guided my cockhead into his warm hole.

His facial expression turned to that of awe and amazement mixed with pain and pleasure as he slowly lowered himself onto me. It's true that he had a virgin hole, but he was so used to telling virgins what to do when he entered them, that he already knew the drill. Breathe deeply, stay relaxed, keep your hole from tensing up and in no time he was halfway down the length of my cock, my thickness stretching his tight cherry ring. "Oh fuck, dad." He kept working lower onto me, his tight hole getting stretched even further. "Happy father's day, dad."

He leaned over and kissed me on the lips as his ass hit my balls. I slowly thrusted upward to meet him and he let out a soft moan. As our lips parted, I could see he was still making eye contact with me, his eyes now full of affection and exhilaration. I started thrusting up into him. His son-pussy was so warm and soft and incredibly tight.

"Oh fuck dad."

"What's wrong, son?"

"There's a weird feeling, like a tingly sensation running through my balls and belly and down my legs and up my spine. It feels so strange, but freaking wonderful."

"Ha. That's your prostate son. It's a little bundle of nerves and you're experiencing one of the best parts of being a bottom."

"Wow. Maybe I should have tried this sooner."

"Haha, you had plenty of chances, you little fucker." I rolled him over so that I was on top, never removing my cock from his ass. I pushed his legs forward and started fucking him in a slow steady deep rhythm.

"Oh my god dad, that feels so good."

"Feels good for me too, champ." I kept driving my curved cock into him at an angle where I knew I was stimulating his prostate and he continued to moan. I grabbed his erection in my hand and precum was dripping from him like a leaky faucet.

"I never want this to end, dad. I want to stay here with you."

I kept fucking him gently but deeply. "You have to go, son. You have to do the things you're meant to do. But we'll always have this memory."

"I love you dad."

"Love you too, Cory."

We continued to have sex for the next hour through may different positions, speeds, and configurations.

"Dad, I'm going to cum."

"Hang on son." I turned him back onto his back and leaned over. While I gently pushed my hard cock into him I could just reach the tip of his long erection with my tongue. When I felt him quiver and crumple, I took his cock head into my mouth and swallowed each shooting stream of his load. A few seconds later, I climaxed deep inside him, my own hot load filling his inside.

"Oh that feels so good, dad."

"Yes it does son. Yes it does."

To be concluded in Cory - 5.

Thanks to all of you who have commented on this story. I greatly appreciate your kind words. I did want to apologize for the delay between the third and fourth installment. My husband and I took an extended holiday in the Caribbean and took a little break from writing during that time. But I did get some good ideas for future stories about what happens when two middle aged white men with big dicks encounter athletic young island men with incredibly tight willing asses. It was incredible!

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