Coming Out to My gay Divorced Dad
I was 18 now, and knew what I liked.
Dad supported my coming out, by telling me why he moved out.
That explained why mom, married and moved-in, Fellow Athletic Christian's State Coach of the Year, "Coach Leering."
(Okay, he's really named Gearing, but, all, but the clueless, noticed how he, and his roving eye, would pow wow the guy's teams everytime we got undressed, was in the shower, or still in towels awaiting weigh-out.)
Our Team Clown, Kevin Cave (we called him Cave-in-cave, or Cave Man,) once said, "Hey, Coach! If you're trying to spot the queers, you ought to just get nekkid with us!" (Which he paid for with 10 laps.)
But, I digress...
So, Dad came out to me as well.
"Want to celebrate, by camping in Eureka? I know a Men's only campground, and you can get naked as you want."
"What if I get a boner?"
"Son, you're 18 now, by now, you should have figured out, how to deal with that. I just not ready for the Beaks and Bills speech. Wanna go, ..or, not?"
"I'll get nekkid if you do."
I remember Dad ran around the house nekkid, often, until I was 9 or 10. Then, not so much.
I mean, I'd still see him getting naked on visitation weekends to Sally-Gator's Waterpark, or camping in the various State Park's showers...but, that's expected....like gym, and Basketball.
This would be like going into the CLASSROOMS naked.
We got to The Lodge, and Eureka Campground, on a Friday evening, barely time to set-up the tent, and make the Lodge's dining hall, for dinner.
"Let's get undressed, for dinner."
[We're really doing this.]
"Some will be dressed, usually local men that dine here. The campers generally dine nude, but, not all. We can wear our sitting towels, aound our waist until we get there."
There were men and boys of all types and ages. If Dad hadn't reassured me back at the tent, he saw "over all, no compelling deformity," I couldn't have gotten "public nekkid" so soon.
We had dinner, and I wandered to the door of the Lounge/bar/Arcade, my towel dangling over my arm, looking in.
The sign said "18 and Over, Campers and Their Guests only."
"They've got a free pool table, wanna invite me?"
I looked towards the voice, a Black kid about my age stood there fully clothed.
"I'll teach ya Nine-Ball! Oh, I'm 19, already, ...Zeke." He compelled.
"Danny Hardin."
"Damn, High Schoolers must've been brutal."
"Oh, they were! ...That's my dad over there with the blue towel, 'Slick.'"
"Slick Hard-on, maybe you had it easy! My old man doesn't like to come here, because of the nudity. If it weren't for guys like you, willing to hang dorks out, I wouldn't come here except for the food."
"Mine's longer and cut, You have bigger balls, most of the white guys around here are uncut, like you. I like that red headed bush, just if you wondered. But, that's enough comparison, we playing pool, or what?"
"Sure, Zeke, come on in."
That night, the few glimpses of Dad among his naked friends, looked like he was happy. He later told me, that seeing me enjoying a game of pool, comfortably nude, in front of a clothed friend, made him happy.
(Zeke showed up the following day for breakfast, and as a guest, was allowed to get nekkid with us, in the pool area.
I let him use, our tent to store his clothes, and after the swim, we went there and Jacked Off, before getting dressed, ...when he had to leave. I didn't expect his kneel, nor my dick to be in his mouth, at the end...but, It was the end all! )
"Dad popped in about 20 min. later, and asked, 'Still worried about someone seeing one of your boners?' "
"No, Dad, It sorta feels liberating. Like a secret doorway to Nature, too few realize is there."
"Hell, that's pretty astute, son."
(I had been so used to seeing Dad, naked in so many scenarios,
I hadn't realized until now, in this bonding moment, neither of us had a stitch on.)
He lay there, sipping his coffee, all layed out, his half bald red head, his Red/grey chest hair covering nice pecs. His red belly-hairs no longer stopping at his waist, but, gently blending into a springy puff of red pubic hair. Some curly, some straight...especially at the base of his dick.
With his ankles stretched-forth, and crossed, I noticed he had, lifted his balls from between his thighs off to one side, while his whitesnake-of-a-dick, laid opposite in a snuggling curve, the piss-slit barely visible on the hole of the skin-ring covering the tip.
He polished-off his coffee, and ordered a pizza to the side gate, a baffled passway, on the end of the public lodge.
Our Pizza's phone app went off, so we went down to the side gate, fully nekkid. We knew, if they wanted to "see something," they'd probably just get a glimpse before we were standing against the Dutch-door bottom half.
I stood back at the corner, as dad was transacting business, with the hot, pizza guy,
,zBrian, the Pizza Guy, could fully see I was naked with my dad, and fine with it. I did see him shoot several stares at my dick-showing my lack of shorts. I was tugging my foreskin for him to see, "cheese packets."
Dad said, "have you got any cheese packets?"
[I am certain the delivery driver was horny the rest of his shift.]
We wound-down our last night, with pizza and pop.
That night, as we went lights out, dad's side of the tent was still bright, from the pool/patio party lights.
I was nodding off, as Dad gently asked, "Did you have a good time, son?"
My eyes cracked open, but I had forgotten he had asked a question, and, didn't answer. About to reclose my eyes, I noticed the erect cock, even in the darkness of the tent.
He shoved the blanket down and his jack-staff was standing full and proud.
He toyed with his balls, gripping the head in a palm-topped hand pussy.
I was no longer drowsy. I looked as he slowly went from feel good, self-help, to fully taking care of business. I wondered what he was thinking about, as he was jacking off.
My eyes no longer slits, and my drowsiness curtailed, I openly watched my old man, rub one out. He was a pretty sexy guy. No longer, just my dad. But, someone I'd get off on watching webcamming his JO. Not to mention how much longer his dick became, now it's erect!
He had transitioned from casual self feelsies, to flag pole boner, to foreskin head-games, to flat-out stroking for the out-cum
I really wanted to see him succeed.
He hunched, and huffed, he arced and sparked. There it goes, I saw the shadow of a rope, shoot up, arc, and fall upon those belly hairs from earlier.
As his stomach heaved in heavy breathing, he pulled off a sock, wiped his dick tip, rubbed across his belly and dropped it to the tent's floor.
I imagined, he was with me and Zeke when we jacked off earlier. That Zeke gave us 2 complete blowjobs; instead of a blown-wad quick taste.
I felt my stiff dick straining, and freeing it loose, rolled onto my back, hoping my dad could see it was hard.
Instead, he stepped out, I could hear him pissing outside the tent wall.
I laid there, rod in air.
As he re-entered the tent, he was using the light from his phone, as a flashlight.
At first, he was making his way to his cot. Then, he caught sight of my wag-staff. He brought the phone screen closer.
Apparently, taking it all in, he muttered, "nice." In a respectful inspection report.
I lay there with a boner and fell asleep.
When I began to awaken, I needed to pee, had a piss hard on, with my hand over it.
Upon smelling dad's coffee, I remembered his JO last night. Flipping back the sheet, I let my piss-bone stand free and tall.
Pretty sure, dad was in his chair, and watching, I fondled my nuggets.
I gave a spare grunt or two.
Just when I though I could hold my piss, no longer, dad said, "Son, your gonna need to take care of that, before you head to the restrooms. Here's a Gate-Raid bottle."
I lifted a knee, further removing covers. I aroused to discover, (though I already knew,) I was really aroused.
I acted dis-oriented, yet, glad to have the handy bottle-sized urinal.
While I was twisting on the lid, he added, "You can toss one, while I'm still having my coffee, I wont mind, or, hide your bone, until you get to the bathroom stall."
. I figured Jacking Off in front of other guys is something 99% of gay guys like. (I certainly liked sharing one with Zeke.)
I got mostly there, found a t-shirt, and went for the big shot.
I was so wrapped up in fantasies, Dad and the fat guy with the hairy balls, Dad getting sucked off by the Pizza Boy, I was Edging.
That spontaneously triggered the arcing white spurt, onto the vibrant red of the T-shirt.
Now, when I smell coffee, I look around the office, room, shop, and size-up each guy,
"I wonder, has HE ever jacked off, in front of another guy, while he watched?"
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