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“Can I ask a question?”

Dad smirked. He was in the middle of chewing on a bite of scrambled eggs, which were so moist and fluffy that they had to be artificial. I had already been assured that wasn't the case, though. Given how the staff member smiled, it must have been a question they heard a lot.

“Better than anyone I know,” he replied cheekily, spearing another bite of eggs on his fork. “What's up?”

I looked away from Daddy and down at my own plate. We were having breakfast in the Mess Hall. As always, the food was absolutely delicious. Gaining weight in this place was inevitable. I was going to have to hit the gym to work off the extra pounds.

“I was…” I said, pausing. “Thinking about signing up for horseback riding.”

My old high school had an equestrian club. I was a member right up until I graduated. And, damn, but I missed those horses! I missed them more than some of my old friends!

But then, I was kinda weird that way.

“Go for it,” Daddy said at once. “I can tell you're already excited.”

“Really?” I wanted to make sure. “You don't mind. I know how you are about horses…”

Daddy’s grandpa owned a horse ranch. When he was about four or five, a horse he was riding got spooked and threw him off. Dad never wanted to ride a horse again. The fact that he couldn't ride a horse very well and knew almost nothing about them was something his grandpa teased him about until the day he died.

“Son, I've said it before.” Daddy paused to take a drink of his orange juice. “Just because I had a rough time, that's no reason for you to pass on it. I know you love horses. Take advantage of that while you're here.”

I smiled. “Okay,” I said. “I think I will. So long as you don't mind me, you know, doing my own thing for a while.”

“It's okay for you to have your own interests,” Daddy said, looking me straight in the eye. “I'm happy for you.”

Hearing Daddy say that made me blush. “Thanks, Daddy!” I said, getting excited at the thought of being able to ride horses again.

I decided to go straight to the stables after breakfast. Lucky for me, all of the roads had signs and markers for guests to follow. I found the route I needed and started walking, figuring I would be back at the cabin with Daddy in about an hour.

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“Hey, how’s it going?” the other dad called out as we walked down the length of the dock. “We were just getting out!”

The two brothers climbed up the ladder at the end of the dock first. Dad stopped short, and because I was walking along behind him, we ended up colliding. I started to ask what the big deal was. A quick peek around, though, quickly answered that question for me.

Both brothers were nude. Water ran down off their naked flesh, dripping like raindrops onto the wooden planks that made up the dock. One shook, letting more water fly, while the other wiped his face clean.

Their dad came up next. I felt my breath catch. A gasp escaped me before I could stop it. I felt my face burn with shame and I prayed that Dad didn’t hear me.

The other dad was in such good shape that it made my mouth water. He had muscles stacked on top of his muscles. Each movement was like watching a feral animal on streaming. As I stared, his naked body gleamed under the shining sun.

His face was nothing but smiles, however. None of them were remotely self-conscious as they made their way up the dock toward us. The dad even smacked one of his son’s on the ass. The son responded by laughing and giving his father a playful shove. He then broke into a run before his dad could retaliate.

His brother laughed too and took off as well. Dad and I had to move out of the way so we didn’t get bowled over. They ran past us while their dad continued on at a more slow, even pace.

“Sorry about that,” the dad said as he walked by us, acting for all the world like he wasn’t completely nude with his junk on display. “Pardon me!”

I swallowed, fighting the urge to turn around and watch him walk away. My face was yet again burning a bright red. Daddy saw and thought it was very funny.

“Stop laughing!” I insisted, mortified.

Of course, he didn’t. “Sorry,” Dad apologized, meaning it. “It was pretty funny, though.”

“Yeah,” I grumbled, not willing to admit it just yet. “I guess.”

“It figures that the dress code would be relaxed in a place like this,” Dad reasoned.

I noticed that he was looking past me back where the father and two sons were. A quick peek confirmed this. They had stopped near where the dock met the shoreline. The three were horsing around, playing grab-ass and splashing each other.

It looked like they were having the time of their lives without a care in the world. I felt guilty for judging them. Moreover, I felt bad for being in such a sour mood. Keeping this attitude up was sure to spoil Daddy’s fun.

“D…” I stammered, stumbling over my words. “D’you…maybe wanna…try it?”

That got my dad’s attention. “You wanna try skinny dipping?” he asked, half-joking.

I was serious, though. “Yeah.” I nodded. “Yeah, I think I do.”

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“In here,” an older man whispered, further validating my theory.

The footsteps continued and I realized they were right outside my stall. Curious, I turned around and peeked through the steam cloud. Surprisingly, an older man with silvery hair entered. He was pulling along a young man who was about a third his age.

It seemed strange that they didn't pick one of the empty shower stalls. There were plenty of them to choose from, after all. I was about to say something when the much younger guy reached out with both arms, pulling his father down for a deep, passionate kiss.

My eyes widened. The dad ran his hands all over his son's body. The son did the same, touching his father everywhere his smaller hands could reach.

And they could reach a lot of places!

All of a sudden, it felt like I was intruding. That made no sense, though, since I was here first. It was possible they couldn't see me. The steam inside of the stall was incredibly thick. Plus, it wasn't like they were paying a lot of attention to my corner of the stall. The two had been making out for several minutes and it was only getting more intense.

In fact, I was starting to think that maybe they just didn't care!

Some part of me cared, though. I was getting hard standing there watching. A glob of precum oozed out of my piss slit, hanging there for a moment before gravity claimed it.

I felt another drop forming as I stared through the steam. Dazed, I moved my hand to wipe it off. Somehow, though, my hand wound up wrapped around my cock. I was mortified at first, but the feeling rapidly deteriorated. Seeing the two kiss each other so ravenously while their hands grasped feverishly at one another was giving me an aching boner. And if they didn't care that I watched, I was all right with jerking myself while watching them.

Without warning, the younger man broke the kiss. I assumed he was finished. Either that or he wanted to move things somewhere more private.

Instead, he looked his father deep in the eyes with an expression that was drunk on lust. “I need you,” I heard him whisper plainly.

His dad didn’t bother replying. I watched him turn his son to face the stall wall. He wasn't gentle about it either. My cock jumped a little, surprising me, when the son's sweaty body smacked hard against the tile. The dad kicked each of his son's feet apart, spreading his legs wide like the son was about to get frisked by a cop.

“Ohh!” cried the young man when his father entered him.

“Shh!” the father ordered, securing a strong hand around his son's throat to silence him.

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“We should go to the bedroom,” Dad managed to get out between kisses.

I hesitated as a naughty thought popped into my head. “Why?” I asked, smirking as I pulled back. “Let’s do it here.”

I expected Dad to take longer to decide. We were always so careful about where we made love. Having anyone find out about us would be a disaster, so we only had sex in our bedroom, and only after it got dark. It was safer that way.

“Okay,” Dad decided, which made me smile. “Just let me close the blinds first.”

He was halfway to the closest one when I stopped him. “Why?” I asked, taking hold of his arm. “Everyone here knows what we’re doing. They’re probably doing it themselves.”

Dad looked back at me, concern etched on his face. “Well…” he began.

“The whole point of us coming here was to enjoy ourselves,” I said, slipping back into his warm embrace. “We don’t have to hide here, remember?”

Dad kissed me again. “I’m still not keen on inviting peeping toms to watch us,” he said, resting his forehead on mine.

“Please?” I begged him. “Dad, please make love to me now?”

To drive my point home, I slid one hand down between us and cupped him through his jeans. “I need you,” I pleaded. “Real bad, Dad.”

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