The Gamble
As far as my boy was concerned, this was just a father-son camping trip to celebrate his eighteenth birthday. That in itself felt like a big accomplishment to me--a teenage icebear, with an actual social life of his own, agreeing to spend his transition to adulthood with his old man? Could anyone really be that well adjusted?
It made me worry that what I'd planned might not work out in my favor.
I packed for the trip with a heavy heart, knowing that there was a good chance I wouldn't be coming home.
Our campsite was on the other side of the foothills, in a secluded meadow not far from the cabin Jake's mother had left us--half an hour's drive away from any other habitation.
I let him set up the tent as I cleaned out the fire pit and got a fire started for dinner.
My stomach was in knots as I sat in front of the campfire, roasting hot dogs on a stick and trying to look normal.
I was not ready to follow through with my decision. It would be easy to just give up on this foolish wish, I thought. I'm gambling everything, and for what?
I looked at my boy and sighed.
Jake had finished putting the tent together and was getting everything out of the trunk.
Always going above and beyond, that cub.
Like his dad, he'd grown up a little on the thicker side, with a bulky strength that served him well in football. Unlike his dad, he hadn't yet managed to put on a big paunch like the one that kept my sweaters riding up. The girls were always following after him, and even one of his buddies on the football team had once pulled me aside and asked me to put his name in Jake's ear if he ever came out swinging for the other team.
I'd told him I would; what I didn't tell him was that I'd already happened to run across the way Jake's porn searches slanted.
If he'd ever had an interest in anybody, though, he'd never shared it with me.
The part of me that held onto my foolish wish told me that might be a good sign.
Of course, things did not go as I'd planned them. After we'd sat down, had our dinner, and started on the traditional marshmallow roasting, Jake asked a question I wasn't ready to hear.
"Dad, why'd you bring those boxes of papers?"
I froze in place. Of course he saw them--he's the one who unloaded the truck. And I had no good explanation, really, aside from the one I was going to give on his actual birthday tomorrow: one box of all the paperwork I'd need and one box of everything he'd need... if I were going to leave his life forever.
I wasn't going to lie. I always did my best to be truthful with the boy. But even honesty can hold on to secrets. "Son, we're going to have our talk about that tomorrow, when you're officially eighteen."
My sober expression made his serious as well. "Nothing to really worry about, I hope?"
"I wish I could say so, son. But... well, you'll be fine. The trouble is entirely mine."
His voice shook. "Dad, are you dying?"
I looked up into his sweet face for longer than I probably should have. Dying to tell you, I thought. Dying to confess. "No, son. At least, no more than anyone else. I've just... gotten tangled up in something. But it's adult matters, so... tomorrow."
Jake moved to my side of the campfire and leaned in against me. I wanted, desperately, to put my arm around him, but feared how that might be interpreted later if he... if he rejected my offer tomorrow.
"Can we stay up late tonight then, and you can tell me after midnight?" he said.
"Of course, son. I'd be too anxious tonight to sleep anyway."
We talked some as darkness fell and the night passed, but we were mostly silent; neither of us were the type to seek out smalltalk for its own sake.
When the midnight alarm on Jake's phone went off, my fear redoubled. "All right dad," he said. "Time to come clean."
I trembled as I tried to find the words. "I've been rehearsing this in my head for years and I still don't have the words to say."
I looked into his eyes, and the fears I'd been harboring were now mixed with the fantasies I hadn't dared to entertain before my cub became a bear. There could be no stalling.
"Son, I'm in love with you."
The worst-case scenario didn't happen--he didn't go postal. He looked up at me with an expression I couldn't read. "Dad..."
"Please let me finish--or I might not be able to--" I took a deep breath and went on. "Ever since I learned that you might be interested in other men, I... I've had this dream of this life with you. You've grown up to be such a wonderful young cub. Honorable, kind, att-- attractive--"
Jake's eyes were wide. "Dad..."
"I've taken good care of you all your life, I know I have. I... I don't want that to end. And I want..."
I buried my face in my hands and wished I were invisible.
"I want to be your lover," I said, the words coming out all in a rush. "I want to run away with you and start a new life and we can be a couple and people won't have to know I'm your dad and not just your partner."
Jake didn't say anything. I didn't dare to look at him. "I know you're a good cub and would never think of doing this. I know it's a stupid gamble and I have no chance but I had to tell you and I had to ask. I know my honor is ruined now and if you say no I'll disappear from your life so you don't have to face me again. That's what the papers are for. If you say no, I sign over the house, the cabin, the truck, your car, all that, and I disappear forever."
"Dad, don't..."
"But I'm gambling on this foolish wish because I know if you say yes it'll be worth all the fear and risk and shame..."
There were tears in my eyes; I couldn't help it. Every word I said reminded me how much of an idiot I was being--how I was throwing my life away.
And then Jake put his arm around me, I caught the masculine scent of the day's sweat on him, and I broke down crying in earnest.
"Dad... come on." He took my paw and led me into the tent, where we sat in front of the boxes that had consumed my thoughts since I'd begun planning to prepare them.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I know it's selfish and I'm an idiot and... fuck, the whole thing looks like emotional blackmail on top of that, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry--"
Jake leaned in and pressed his nose against mine. With the sweetest smile on his face he said "shut up, dad," and pressed his lips against mine as well.
He kissed me deeper, sharing tongue with me as he moved forward, laying me on my back.
"You're my dad. I love you."
"O-- oh..." The fear evaporated as my boy leaned over me, and I trembled with anticipation as I reached up and put my arms around him.
He returned the embrace, resumed the kiss, and it wasn't long before I felt his arousal stiff against the underside of my belly. It felt huge.
My own dick was a little slower to respond--I'm not a teenager anymore, and I'd had a rough night as well--but soon the tent was full of the musk of the combined arousal of two adult bears.
Jake moved down my body, kissing and stroking tenderly down my chest and belly and started to help me out of my pants, quickly shucking off his own. In a moment I felt a thickness pressing against the cleft of my rump as he leaned over me again.
My moment of bliss was suspended. Wait, aren't I the one in charge? I hadn't once considered bottoming for him--or anyone.
I gasped out, hesitant to let him continue but also hesitant to do anything that might make him change his mind. In the end my wavering lasted long enough that the choice was made for me: my boy grinned down at me as his pre-slickened club pushed inside with a solid thrust.
My own dick pulsed at the feel of my hole opening up to my son's big cock; while the sensation had been unwelcomed, it was nevertheless not unpleasant.
As he started thrusting into me I began to get a feel of just how well Jake was endowed. I'd never seen him throwing wood around the house, so I was even more unprepared for the girth and depth that stretched me open as it slid along my inner walls.
I was surprised by how much pre was dripping from my own cock; I could feel more and more of it soaking my bellyfur each time my son's thighs slammed against my rump.
An intense tingling feeling built up somewhere inside of me. Almost as if--
Orgasm overwhelmed me, a powerful climax unlike any I'd ever had before. My untouched cock splattered cum across the wall of the tent behind me, soaked my face and chest, and I could still feel it pulsing as my son's cock thrust inside me harder and more irregularly.
"Rrr... Dad, I'm gonna--" He slammed into me and I could feel him throbbing inside me, my boy's seed filling his dad's hole.
I watched his face as he came down from his high: my boy, the wonderful bear I'd made. He leaned forward with a smile, laying across my body heedless of how soaked I was, and kissed me again.
It might not've been exactly as I'd dreamed it, but I knew I'd hit the jackpot nonetheless.
I held him close and we fell asleep right there, his cum dripping down my ass.
He woke me up while it was still dark outside, his paw stroking between my thighs.
"Hey dad... wanna go another round?"