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Dad and Stan didn’t put on any clothes as they got supper ready. Watching the two working in the nude, made my juices flow. It wasn’t long before I had a pretty big boner. To hide it, I relaxed in my tent.
When they called, “Supper’s ready, Toby,” I was still hard. I put on my hiking shorts so they wouldn’t see.
The sun was setting and by the time we were done eating and listening to more of Stan’s hilarious tales, it was dark and the sky littered with stars from one horizon to the next.
I’ve read there are some 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 stars, and on a clear night from the top of White Horse, I say you can see every single one.
After watching the stars for a good hour, and counting at least fifteen shooting stars, I crawled into my tent to go to sleep. I heard Dad and Stan talking for a long time before they went to bed.
It must have been almost ten o’clock when Dad and Stan zipped their tent shut. With my tent right next to theirs, I could hear them clearly as they kept talking.
“That boy of yours sure has grown,” Stan said.
“Yeah, Toby’s practically a man,” Dad said.
“He sure is. Kid has a honker of a dick,” Stan said. Dad laughed. “Bet he shoots a wicked load.”
“I wouldn’t know,” Dad said.
“You’ve never seen him shoot?” Stan asked.
“Nope,” Dad said.
“Think he’s as syrupy as you?” Stan asked.
“Maybe,” Dad said.
“Think he’s this thick?” Stan asked.
“Maybe,” Dad said.
I heard some odd slurpy sounds, followed by Stan saying, “Hmm, have I ever missed that.”
“You want more of that?” Dad asked.
“You know I can never get enough of it,” Stan said.
There was more slurping accompanied by Dad’s heavy breathing and moans.
I had no idea what they were doing, but the sounds were making my dick throb.

Dad and Stan didn’t put on any clothes as they got supper ready. Watching the two working in the nude, made my juices flow. It wasn’t long before I had a pretty big boner. To hide it, I relaxed in my tent.

When they called, “Supper’s ready, Toby,” I was still hard. I put on my hiking shorts so they wouldn’t see.

The sun was setting and by the time we were done eating and listening to more of Stan’s hilarious tales, it was dark and the sky littered with stars from one horizon to the next.

I’ve read there are some 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 stars, and on a clear night from the top of White Horse, I say you can see every single one.

After watching the stars for a good hour, and counting at least fifteen shooting stars, I crawled into my tent to go to sleep. I heard Dad and Stan talking for a long time before they went to bed.

It must have been almost ten o’clock when Dad and Stan zipped their tent shut. With my tent right next to theirs, I could hear them clearly as they kept talking.

“That boy of yours sure has grown,” Stan said.

“Yeah, Toby’s practically a man,” Dad said.

“He sure is. Kid has a honker of a dick,” Stan said. Dad laughed. “Bet he shoots a wicked load.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Dad said.

“You’ve never seen him shoot?” Stan asked.

“Nope,” Dad said.

“Think he’s as syrupy as you?” Stan asked.

“Maybe,” Dad said.

“Think he’s this thick?” Stan asked.

“Maybe,” Dad said.

I heard some odd slurpy sounds, followed by Stan saying, “Hmm, have I ever missed that.”

“You want more of that?” Dad asked.

“You know I can never get enough of it,” Stan said.

There was more slurping accompanied by Dad’s heavy breathing and moans.

I had no idea what they were doing, but the sounds were making my dick throb.