A true encounter with my dad’s best friend part I..
My dad and his friend Jack have been friends for a long time. They were best friends in carpentry school and then they both got married. Every year, Jack’s wife and two kids go on camping trips with our family and we always have a great time. I think I’ve had a thing for older men ever since I started liking boys. This is specifically because of Jack. Jack’s 42, he’s got graying hair, deep blue eyes and a firm well kept body from always working in the carpentry business. We’ve playfully flirted since I was sixteen and since I turned eighteen, 1 year ago now, he’s gotten more intense and less obvious about it around anyone but me. Now I know it’s a lame story to tell about a man banging his kids’ baby sitter. Unfortunately, that’s what it ends up being. We were on one of our annual camping trips over Labor Day weekend two weeks before I began my first semester in college. I was a little disappointed that I had to spend one of my last weeks in my town with my parents in some stupid tradition we’d been doing for years. I wanted to spend it fucking my boyfriend but my mother begged and then insisted I go.
My whole experience became a lot better when I awoke one morning to the sound of a fire burning and no one talking. This is strange because being a teenager, I sleep in later than everyone else and usually I can hear everyone ready to go hiking or do something even before I greet the day. I got dressed and left my tent in search of someone, surely not everyone would leave me alone at the camp site.
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