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Subject: Skinnydipping Always happy to hear from readers, and check out all my stories at Nifty Archive Prolific Authors We drove for hours, and got sick of sitting in the car but kind of got closer to each other. My dad and I were looking at colleges. We didn’t really do anything together for years, and I had become a typical mumbly teenager. I was kind of coming out of that phase, and I think this big trip together helped. During the long car ride, we actually talked to each other and caught up on things. But the drive was really long, and we really only stopped to eat and sleep. But then we passed a big sign for this state park. We made a spontaneous decision to go check it out and stretch our legs for a while. We parked and walked around, but it wasn’t that great. It was a parking lot with a playground and a paved road that went in a big loop. There was a little creek next to it, and the joggers and moms with strollers seemed to like it. It was fairly crowded. It felt like being at the mall, but with trees instead of stores. The trees and the water were nice to look at, but it wasn’t what we used to call hiking. We used to go on these long, long walks through the woods. But then we passed another sign, sort of tucked away. It led to a trail, off the paved road, a real trail. It was easy to miss, and for a while there was nobody else on it. That was actually kind of nice. We didn’t know what the trail led to or how long it was. We just kept walking. Finally, we saw somebody else and asked. It was an older guy, coming back. He said the trail was pretty long but worth it, with a nice waterfall at the end for anybody who could make it there. My dad and I both wanted to go and see. It was the first thing we agreed on in a while. After a long, empty hike, we arrived. The trees parted, and we were at the bottom of a big waterfall. Surprisingly, we weren’t alone. Maybe 10 or 11 other guys were there already. One said hi, and we started talking. He told us the name of the waterfall and how it was kind of a secret swimming hole. He was with a bunch of guys, some a little younger than me and some a little older than me. Some were getting dressed or toweling off. Some were laying out on the rocks in the sun. Some were wearing wet boxers, but some had worn bathing suits. One guy had been slowly climbing up the rocks alongside the waterfall. He got to the top, yelled, pulled his bathing suit down, twirled it around his head, flung it down, and then jumped off into the deep pool of water below. I watched him splash and then bob up to hear the cheers of his friends. Then I noticed that my dad was walking around to the side of the waterfall. I followed as he walked up to three older men, sitting in a big pool of water. He said hello. I guess maybe he felt more comfortable talking to them than the wild college kids. They chatted about the water and how nice it is. They said they were visiting from Japan and heard that this was a good place for bathing if you could find it. My dad asked if it was a hot spring, but they said no. One guy stood up, and then I realized that they were all sitting there naked together. The man showed my dad how he and his friends had dammed up the water to make a little tub to sit in. I wandered off and talked to the younger guys for a while. One said he went to the college that I had just visited, and we chatted about what it was like. Then he pulled his wet boxers off and laid them flat on a rock in the sun and pulled on some sweatpants. My dad walked up behind me, and I introduced him to the guy I was talking to. We talked some more about the area, and then the guy asked if we were going to get in. I looked at my dad, and I think we both slowly realized what our choices were. We didn’t have bathing suits, but they didn’t seem required. We both kind of shrugged and said, “yeah, I guess.” So my dad pulled off his T-shirt, and I hadn’t really seen him get undressed in years. He told me later that he was thinking the same thing I was. I pulled off gaziantep travesti my shirt too, and we both kind of looked at each other. It had been a while. I felt like we were on display, but nobody was watching. Everybody was just hanging out. My dad popped open the button on his shorts and unzipped the zipper. He yanked them off and set them aside, standing there in just a pair of white briefs and nervously adjusting the waistband. I was wearing athletic shorts, so I just let them drop to my ankles. I kicked them aside. I was also wearing white briefs. We looked pretty similar, in every aspect. My dad and I cautiously stepped over the rocks. I followed him. Our feet felt the cool water and rocky pebbles, some slimy moss under the water. It felt nice after a hot summer hike. The water came up to our shins, as we waded. I remember feeling some mist spraying off the waterfall. I followed my dad along a path of stepping stones as we stepped under the shower of water. The noise was loud. We wordlessly spoke to each other, flinched at the cold water pouring over us. As we walked out from under the waterfall, I realized that my underwear, now wet, was see-through. The white, cotton fabric was thin and translucent and was clinging to my body. You could see everything. I looked down, slowly walking. I looked back at my dad. His was the same. The trail of wet chest hair continued down to his crotch, and I saw his dick and balls, enclosed in an invisible pouch. I had seen him naked a few times before, but years and years had passed. I didn’t know when was the last time he saw me naked. A little embarrassed, I started to think back about it. I looked back, and he was looking at my butt. I guess that was plain to see too. We stopped. We stood a couple feet from each other, facing each other, still catching our breath from the brisk water. We just kind of looked at each other. Then we both stepped down into a pool of water and swam. I watched my dad push out to the center of the water, and I saw his flat back and then his butt, visible through the wet briefs now. I looked down at my lap through the clear water. A few of the guys were walking off, but some were still lying on the rocks or in the grass. The sun was warm. I was a little shy to get up out of the water, even though none of these guys were bashful at all. Then my dad swam up and next to me. I could tell he was going to say something, but he was kind of gathering his thoughts. A few seconds went by. He said, “You having fun?” “Yeah, are you?” “Yeah, this is great.” A few seconds went by. He said, “So this kind of underwear isn’t really doing much, huh?” I answered, “No, I guess not. Not really hiding anything. We might as well not have anything on at all.” “And then we can either walk back with wet undies on, or carry them …. or we could try to get these to dry in the sun.” I thought about it for a second or two. “Yeah, I guess we should just take ’em off and let ’em dry, huh?” A few seconds went by. “Yeah, let’s do that, son.” So then we got up out of the water, dripping wet, cautiously stepping over the rocks. I led the way. Then he put his hand on my shoulder, and he never really did that much. We stepped over to the warm grass and looked down at ourselves, the wet briefs draped over the tips of our dicks and showing hair through the clingy fabric. At the same time, we stripped off. The briefs grabbed our legs and sloshed down, curling up. I watched my dad ball his up and wring them out, and I did the same. We draped them flat on some hot rocks in the bright sun, next to each other. Then we stood, bare in front of each other. The view was basically the same as it had been. Then we ran carefully, clumsily, back over the wet rocks and splashed into the water again. I felt the water close over my head and lift my hair and push into my nose, my dick floating up. I didn’t open my eyes underwater, but my dad did. Later on, he told me he was looking. He stayed under gaziantep masaj salonları a while. He floated up and splashed me. I splashed him back and grabbed his arm. We floated on each other, and our legs kicked the water and each other. I went under. I tried to push him under. He pushed back and floated there. Then he turned around again and bobbed under with a flash of his butt and then his feet. Suddenly, he emerged right next to me. We were laughing and smiling, splashing again. “You want to go back under the waterfall?” he asked. I looked around. “Yeah, let’s do it,” I answered. We climbed up and out of the water, wobbily standing, water dripping from our noses and knees. I walked first and he followed close behind. We stepped on a path of rocks, uneasy, and he grabbed my arm. We stood together on a big rock. My hand was on his side. We were kind of wrestling, standing naked and wet with a spray of mist, jostling and play-fighting. At the time, it made me feel older, like I was getting to be an equal with my dad. Later on, he told me that it made him feel younger, like he was my age again or we were both even younger and playing. It felt like it was just him in and me in the whole world. I followed him around and back to the waterfall. We walked sideways, butts to the rock, as the water poured down. I could feel it tap the head of my dick and trail off. I leaned forward and felt the water all around my body, coating down my back. As we walked under the water, under the big falls and along to the other side, around a corner, I stepped and then pointed my path to him behind me. There was a little cave. The waterfall poured over it, but you could step behind to it. It was barely a little shelf, but I lifted myself up and sat on it. My dad followed and I tried to make space for him next to me. We sat hip-to-hip with our legs dangling. I reached my foot out to feel the waterfall. It was like a curtain in front of us. We were already in this private grotto, but here behind the falling water was even more private. I watched my dad wipe the water from his face and stroke his wet hair back. Then he looked at me, smiling. He leaned in close to my ear, real close, and yelled “This is fun!” I remember noticing how my body was as big as his. Pressed shoulder-to-shoulder and all naked skin, it really felt different than just being at his eye level for the past few years. Our dicks and balls were kind of squeezed between our legs. He reached down and pulled his out and up to rest on his lap freely. I did the same, and then we were just kind of looking at them. I guess we were comparing. When I was younger, I had compared mine with friends to see whose was bigger and what others looked like. I was remembering that when my dad leaned in again and said, “Not bad!” At first, I didn’t know what he meant, but then it hit me and I laughed and leaned over to his ear and said, “Thanks! …You Too!” Then he was kind of adjusting it more but kind of pulling it. He was looking off, away from me. I recognized that motion from when I’d watch porn and start to get my dick going. I had noticed that other guys did it too the few times when I had watched porn with friends. He looked back at me, still kind of stretching his dick under the palm of his hand. Then he patted my leg a couple times and stopped touching himself. But his dick was a little harder. I was kind of staring at it. I readjusted my balls, and then I kind of held my dick too. Then I kind of had my hands rested on my thighs, almost like ready to push off and stand up and go. He did the same, but we just sat there together. We were both kind of rubbing our thighs instead of our dicks, but our dicks were slowly inching longer and getting fuller. I did that stretching move again. Your hand just kind of gets magnetically pulled to hold or touch or yank your dick sometimes. I was surprised that my dick got pretty hard pretty quick, but then I noticed that his had gaziantep escort bayan too. Then he surprised me again by leaning into my ear, but this time putting his arm behind me and his hand on my shoulder. “Very impressive, son,” he said, still talking loud over the sound of the water. It was a weird situation, but I rolled with it. I kind of held my dick in my hand, hard and getting harder, and showed it to him. He nodded, and he did the same thing with his own. Still holding my hardon, I leaned over to my dad’s ear and said, “I’m proud of you!” He laughed, and I laughed back. We both leaned back against the cold, rocky wall, still with our hard dicks in our hands. I reached my foot out again and parted the water in front of us. We could see where we had left our clothes and where the other guys had been lying out in the sun. I didn’t see anybody there anymore, just the rocky path we followed and the pool where we swam. I pulled back and closed the curtain, looked up at the water cascading in front of us. I gave my dick a little squeeze and let my eyes wander back to my dad’s body and then up to his smile. We both slowly stroked. It felt really good. I loved jerking off outside, in nature. And I thought it was cool to do it with my dad and see him like just another guy like me. We were jerking off and kind of showing off for each other. The rocks felt cool against my bare ass. My leg was pressed against my dad’s next to me and dangling. Our feet would kick against each other playfully. Then I switched hands. This left my other hand free, and that was the hand that was closer to my dad. I rested it on my leg. Then I rested it on my dad’s leg. He smiled. After a couple seconds, he started to move, and I was going to move my hand back, but then he just put his arm around me again. I felt his armpit hair on my shoulder and his hand reached around to cup my other shoulder, pulling me closer to him. Our ankles kind of wrapped around each other for a second. I let my hand lie flat on his thigh, feeling the wet hair. Then he opened his grip. He looked down at me, smiling still. I just knew what he was thinking. I slid my hand over, shyly, feeling his hair and his balls with the tips of my fingers. I reached for his dick and took it in my hand, slowly squeezing and feeling the weight and length of it, analyzing how it was like mine and not like mine and how it felt to hold a dick that I couldn’t feel from the other side, just from my palm and fingers. Removing his hand and laying it on his thigh, he leaned back a little, kind of flexing his crotch up into my hand. He made a face, liking it. He squeezed my shoulders. Then he reached his hand over, across our laps. I watched his hand find my cock and replace my grip. He held it like a hammer and slowly squeezed on it, then stretched it out. As he held mine, I felt his in my hand, pulling off his body. Our heads pushed against each other. The sensation was amazing as his fingers grazed under the tip of my dick. My hand felt different from when I jerked off. His cock was meatier than mine, and my fingers didn’t reach around as much. I could barely hear him over the noise of the water, but I could see his lips mouth “yeah, yeah” as we jerked faster. I lost control and let my dick squirt. He smiled in surprise as a jet of jizz jumped up onto his hairy forearm and between his fingers. His dick shot a rope out away from his body, then a little squirt as I tugged again, and a third string came up onto his hairy chest. Then another popped up below his navel. We slowed, still holding on for maybe a minute. Then, with cummy hands, we let go and wiped the jizz. Awkwardly, we got off our perch and stood under the water, holding out our hands to rinse. My dad leaned out to let the water wash his chest. He turned to me, and I looked up. He smiled and held my shoulders. Then he hugged me, naked and wet and tight. He let go and leaned in next to my ear. “You good?! You alright?!” I nodded. We both nodded. I put my hand up on his arm, by his shoulder. We both reached out to the waterfall again, feeling it pour down. Then we cautiously side-stepped out from under it again and out to the path of rocks. He patted my butt like a baseball coach. With his hand on my shoulder, we stepped out across each rock and then jumped into the deep pool again and swam for a while.

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