Camping with Scott and his dad VII

Covering his crotch Scott sat down. How am I supposed to see what you were doing if you cover up, his dad said. Scott just sat with his head hanging down. I reached over and pushed his hands out of the way. Well, his dad said. Reaching down I took his dick and held it. Smiling his dad asked, what are you going to do with it. I said move my hand till it gets hard. OK, show me, he said. Moving my fingers to massage it, I slowly moved up and down. After a few minutes his dick started to stir. Head still hanging, Scott started to shake. Leaning over I said, relax and move your legs. Moving my hand a little faster, I took his balls and squeezed them with my other hand. Why don't you join him, Scott's dad said. His dick looked and felt bigger than mine when fully hard. Finally moving, Scott leaned back and tilted his head back. His dad said spit on your hand to make it easier for both of you. It did seem to work better after his dick was wet. That's it, move a little faster and give his balls a little tug, his dad said. I could hear Scott breathing a little quicker as I stroked him. It didn't take long for Scott to stiffen up as I stroked faster, and I knew it wouldn't take much longer before he had a dry orgasm. Looking pleased his dad asked how does it feel. With short quick breaths Scott nodded his head. As his dick throbbed, Scott grabbed my hand trying to stop it from moving. Feel good, his dad asked. My own dick was rock hard thinking about how it feels when my duck throbbed like that. Scott throw his head back and collapsed in the seat. His dad said it's your turn now. Scott raised his hand like he was going to reach over, then he closed his hand into a fist sat it back down on his leg. Shaking his head, Scott's dad said come here I'll do it for you. As I sat on his lap, he turned me side ways and pushed my legs apart. Spitting on his hand he wrapped his fingers around my dick and stroked slow at first. Pay attention his dad snapped looking at Scott. Watching us Scott sat low in his chair. After a few minutes of stroking my dick started to throb. It felt so good I didn't want him to stop. After the sensation was over his dad said why don't you two go lay down for a while. Going to our tent Scott asked where I learned that from. I said it took practice, smiling to myself, not wanting to tell him about what his dad and I have been doing at night.