Woody’s In The Woods
A tale of a father and his son, and their erotic encounter with a beast while camping.
I was laying next to my son in our, large, six man tent. Not that we needed that much space for just the two of us, but it was the only tent we had, and was usually used to shelter the whole family.
It was late August in the deep woods of Colorado, about 60 miles west of Colorado Springs. The night was clear and hot. The moon and stars were so bright that I had no need of extra light as I lay back on top of my sleeping bag, reading the novel that I brought along for the trip.
My twelve year old son, Jake, lay next to me on top of his sleeping bag, in just his spider-man briefs. His left leg covered by the thin sheet he was using as a blanket. I glanced over and smiled proudly as he snored softly, laying on his back his head turned facing me.
My wife, Kathy had suggested this trip so that we could have some “Man” time away from her and Jake’s siblings in order for me to give him the talk. Jake had recently went through puberty and my wife was concerned with how many of his socks she found crusted with his spent semen.
As I studied my son, I couldn’t help but notice how much he had grown, his slim, athletic build was quickly developing into the perfect image of a young man. I stared intently at his young face. His soft blue eyes closed in slumber and his shaggy, platinum blonde hair messy and matted with sweat resting against his pillow. My eyes trailed over his young body to his developing chest. Jake was excited to start the 7th grade this year and get back to his wrestling team. We had trained hard all summer in preparation for the coming fall sports season and it showed on his young, muscular frame. My eyes eventually made their way down to the bludge in his tight briefs. I could clearly make out the shape of his flaccid cock as he lay there peacefully sleeping. It wasn’t huge by any means, but it looked healthy and thick, just like his old man, I thought to myself with a grin. As I looked, I began to feel a stir in my own penis and looked down at my bulge, the light brown pubic hair surrounding my own flaccid, circumcised cock just visible in my tight, white briefs. Jesus Jack! Get a hold of yourself! That’s your son your looking at! I though to myself with chuckle, brushing my my short cropped, light brown hair and stroking my thick moustache, shaking my head before turning my attention back to my book.
As I lay there reading, I began to hear a rustling in the brush nearby. I froze, listening intently as something very large was rummaging through our camp. Oh no, a bear! I thought, panicked. I sat up quietly, trying to peer through the screen window to see if I could spot what was moving around outside. It sounded huge! Unfortunately, it was on Jake’s side of the tent so I wasn’t able to get a clear view. A large shadow appeared right next to our ten
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