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Just Between Us Guys

Commissioned By Hein Fokker

Written by DiamondDog

With all of their things finally packed up, Sylvester and his father were finally on their way. He had come back home for his fall break for college. It was nice to be back home again. His freshman year of college had certainly done much to bring new experiences and revelations within him. There were things that he had found out about himself and he wasn't sure how to handle him. When he was on his way back home, via a bus, the black and white feline was hoping that the time would help him figure things out.

But upon arriving home yet again, the feline was surprised by his parents. Of course, he was happy to see his mother again, immediately bringing her in for a hug. The first thing on his mind was spending time with her again.

His father had a surprise for him. It had been a long time since the two of them had done anything meaningful together. In truth, he was starting to fear that the two of them were starting to fall apart. So, he came up with the plan and surprise to take his son on a camping trip to an old spot that they used to go to all the time.

The surprises didn't stop there. His son had not only agreed, but he admitted that there was something he wanted to talk to his father about. With a smile on his face, the older feline smiled and patted his son on the back. Sylvester was quick to pack up some things from his bedroom, stuffing a travel bag with clothes and things like that. Apparently, his dad had taken care of everything else and the care was already started up. There was no denying that his old man was a reliable guy. So, just as he returned, Sylvester wished his mother goodbye before they parted again, leaving for the ready car waiting outside.

And soon the two of them were cruising through the small town and soon reached its outskirts towards the large stretch of countryside awaiting them.

"It's gonna be a long drive," his dad said, but he was smiling. "Plenty of time to talk. And I even packed some snacks and drinks." He pointed to the back seat that revealed a cooler. And lifting it up indeed revealed all kinds of snacks and sodas for them to indulge in along the way.

Sylvester took one and opened it, handing it to the elder cat while he took another and opened it for himself.

"Thanks," he said before taking a small sip. He didn't even know where to start. It had been so long since he had a deep conversation with his father. Thinking about it made him feel bad because it wasn't something he had meant to do. But as he was growing it and experiencing new things, he just gravitated towards his mother when it came to talking about such things.

Things were different now. Something had happened while he was at college. And even though it had been many days since the initial event, Sylvester still wasn't sure how to feel about it. He had never done anything like that before, let alone...

His dad could see that something was bothering him. "I know the two of us haven't been the closest lately, that was the main reason I hoped the two of us could go on this trip. To our old spot, like we used to every summer."

"I know," Sylvester nodded. "Actually, there is something I want to talk about..."

Being all ears, the older cat listened as he kept his eyes on the road.

"It was a party. I made a few friends and they invited me. I had some fun at first, but then there was something else. There was this guy that I met after using the bathroom. He was nice, asking me my name and what kind of classes I had. And uh... He kissed me. And I... I liked it, Dad..."

His father said nothing at first. The look on his face was giving nothing away. He was clearly thinking about something himself. But he still nodded. "And what happened then?"

Sylvester was the one to pause this time. He gripped the can in his hand a bit harder, feeling heat come to his face and his heart beat just a bit faster. "After we kissed he led me to one of the empty bedrooms. We talked a bit more before... Before we had sex. And I liked it, but I didn't... I would have never thought that..."

"That you liked guys?" his dad finished.

Nodding, Sylvester looked out the front window to the winding stretch of road. He wasn't sure of what to say now. And to his surprise, his father was chuckling before he took another long swig of his soda.

"It's not as big a deal as you're making it. Did you like it?" When his son nodded he chuckled again. "Then that's all that matters. I'm happy that you finally popped that cherry of yours, at this point I thought I would have to set it up for you."

"Dad!"

Now the two of them were laughing about it. And just that was enough to make the younger feline feel like a massive weight was lifted from his shoulders.

"Reminds me of my own college days," his dad started.

"What were those like?" Sylvester asked, now more curious than ever.

"Wild, crazy...a lot of hangovers too. We weren't as crazy about our futures back then. Most nights were living it up like it was our last day on Earth. And I remember my own many sleepless nights. You'd be surprised by how many were throwing themselves at your old man!"

Rolling his eyes, the younger of the two took another drink, finishing off the rest of the can. He was feeling so much better as his dad went on about his college life. While listening, he thought about that experience he had at the party and he now saw it in a much different light. It was nice and it felt good too...

It was as if the two of them never drifted apart. They were talking back and forth about days past, listening to the radio and sipping on even more of the sodas. It was a good time for the both of them, bonding like they always wanted to.

As they rolled along the winding stretch of road, the two of them continued to sip on one can after another. Really, they should have known better, but it was not much longer before the younger of the felines started to feel the repercussions of it all. But he said nothing at first, sure that he could ride it out at first. But there was nothing more ahead of him other than more road. Groaning to himself, Sylvester squirmed and gripped the sides of the passenger seat. Now he was starting to regret all that he drank, but it was already too late at this point. Keeping himself calm, he took deep breaths and tried to think of other things. And at first it was working. While thinking of what they would do when they got to camp. Years before, there were all kinds of things that they used to do. Aside from setting up by pitching the tent and unpacking the car, there were even more things to do like fishing or even making s'mores...

It was nice to reminisce, but it only held back that throbbing in his bladder for so long. And it made itself known to him once again. But it was even stronger now, warning him that he could not hold it back for much longer. Digging his claws into the seat and biting his lip, Sylvester started to fidget a bit and pressed his feet to the car's floor.

Though his eyes were on the road, Sylvester's dad could easily recognize the signs. A smirk spread over his muzzle before he actually said anything. "Told you the tip would be long."

"Yeah, uh... How far is the..."

"The nearest stop isn't for a while," his dad couldn't help but chuckle, seeing his son groan and squirm even more than before. He was no longer hiding it and the light laughter from his father seemed to make it harder for him to focus.

"Don't worry. Your old man's always got a backup. There's something beside the cooler. Take a look again."

A bit nervous that the sudden movement would lead to him losing the little control he had on his bladder, Sylvester dared to lean his body back, looking next to the cooler to see that there were bottles. They were tall 2 liters that were emptied out.

"Dad! Are these for-"

"You think this is the first time I've had something like this happen? Since it's just the two of us we can get away with a few things. You know, just between us guys."

Sylvester nodded and took one of the empty containers. He was glad to have something that could take care of his little problem, but a part of him was nervous about just 'exposing' himself in front of his father. But between the sudden spike in his bladder and the words of his dad ringing in his head, he figured that it was something just between the two of them.

As steadily as he could, he held down on his bladder while his two paws were working at the same time. One was pulling his shorts down while the other was easing between his legs. The moment his length was in view, Sylvester forgot all about being embarrassed. Instead he was completely preoccupied by his need to relieve himself.

The cap was already off, leaving him with nothing more than to just press the tip against the opening. He held the bottle steady against the moving of the car. Barely able to hold it in anymore, he made sure that none of it was going to spill out. And with that, Sylvester finally released the holding back on his bladder, just letting it all go.

He couldn't hold back a long winded sigh as the fluids he had been barring within him started flowing through his shaft. It started with a dribble and trickle at first. And with another sigh, the cat heard the hissing of his strengthened stream within the bottle. And as the bottom pooled, the hissing got even louder as the cascading fluid poured in.

Warmth spread through his body as he continued draining his bladder, watching the bottle fill up. Both he and the older cat stayed quiet. Even the radio was off, allowing the two of them to hear the splattering and sloshing of his warm piss filling the bottle more and more.

It felt so good that the younger cat couldn't keep himself from sighing and groaning. Never before had peeing felt quite like this, and just the sensations of him peeing after holding it for so long made him tremble a bit. Slowly, his stream was dying down into some light drips again. He kept his paw steady as he pulled it back. With one paw, he tucked his cock away and was about to grab the cap to reseal it when his father cleared his throat.

"I gotta use my paws to keep the car steady. Would you mind bringing that bottle over here and helping me out?" His dad's tone was casual, alluding to nothing more than what was asked. But it was enough to make his son do a double take. But after calming himself with a deep breath, he figured that his dad had been drinking a lot alongside him and needed to relieve himself in the same way.

There was plenty of room in the bottle he still held. All the same, the idea was making his heart race again.

"No need to get all panicky. It's just between guys, right?"

"Y-yeah," Sylvester nodded.

Maybe it had to do with the feeling of relief still lingering within his body or the soft and friendly tone his father had, assuring him that something like this would be okay. Either way, he found himself leaning over past his own seat. He held the bottle upright and steady, not wanting to spill any of his own fluids. First, he told himself to focus, feeling his body starting to tremble a bit as his paw touched his father's thick thigh.

His father nodded and Sylvester continued, brushing that paw of the chubby, rounded gut. It went lower and lower until it finally touched the top of his own shorts. They seemed to be loose fitting; with a little tug they started to come away and he openly gasped the moment he saw his old man's package. For a moment, his mind drew a blank for a few moments, just leaving the speechless male to gawk at the rather thick girth despite being flaccid.

"Mmph, can you speed it along, bud?"

The words from the elder cat snapped him out of it and Sylvester took hold of it, hardly believing what it was doing at first. But he could feel the slight weight and heat against his fingers. Being so close, he could smell the masculine aroma of the musk that was trapped underneath the fabric. Shuddering, he lined the tip to the open end of the bottle.

The moment they made contact, he heard his father groan. Of course, Sylvester knew there was something inherently wrong about still looking at his dad's bits, but there was something about it that overpowered his better judgment. With both of his hands on the wheel still, that was used as a justification. It was his job to make sure that the bottle was held steady, as well as the length itself, keeping both of them from making a mess.

But all the same, Sylvester could feel himself blushing hard as he watched the golden fluid spray from the thick tip with force. It shot directly into the same bottle, making loud sounds as it made contact with the sloshing surface. With it being filled up even further, he could feel the weight steadily increasing against his paw. Along with that, he could feel the bottle getting even warmer than it already was. His eyes were drifting back and forth between the bottle and appendage the fluid came from.

Flicking his thin tail, Sylvester could feel his cock starting to get hard. His mind was starting to wander a bit as he held the bottle firmer against its increasing weight. It was still going, his dad's piss was still flowing, already bringing the level of fluid nearly to the container's halfway point. All the while his dad was groaning with relief, clearly glad to finally get it out of him. The thing that really excited him was the fact that their two brands of urine were now being mixed together. First it was his own and now his father's had added to it. The bottle was so warm now, and that heat was traveling up his arm, making him even harder. When the stream tapered out, he shook it off for his dad and shakily reached for the cap as he leaned back, letting the band of his shorts snap back to cover it all up.

"Ahh, thanks, son."

There was no answer at first. Sylvester was too distracted by the bottle that he was still holding with one paw while the other he could still feel the smooth texture of his dad's length against his fingertips. The smell of his musk was still in his nose and now his mind was starting to wonder what their mixed piss smelled like.

Looking over, his dad could see his son staring at the bottle and then saw his prominent erection. It was not hard for him to put two-and-two together.

"That's something you like, huh?"

"What?" Sylvester asked.

"Something that...you know...turns you on. Things like peeing in or on stuff?"

"I... I think so," now that he really thought about it, there was something about relieving himself that Sylvester did particularly enjoy.

More than that...he had to admit that there was thrilling about watching others do the same. He could easily recall a time at a wilder party that he ran into a guy peeing on the side of the house it was held at. Once they crossed paths he apologized and darted away, but that isolated image before they made eye contact, the look on his face and the way that he uncaringly marked the house's side with his thick stream of drunken piss. That all stuck with him for time. And now that his dad had mentioned to him, it now made sense that he had some kind of kink for such a thing.

"There's nothing wrong with that. You know I had a friend in college who was into the same thing. But he never told me until I came back early from a class. You should have seen the look on my face when I caught him on his knees with some horse guy standing over him, still letting it go on his chest."

He paused for a moment then started to laugh. "Instead of being shocked or anything I was mad because they could have done that in the bathroom or at least put some towels down. Even after scrubbing the carpet for forty minutes straight, the main room still reeked from horse piss for a whole week and half before we got complaints and a professional was sent in. The best part was when Jeffery had to admit what caused the smell in the first place. He could have lied, but I think he wanted to see the look on their face just as much as we did."

Hearing his father tell such a story made him feel better about what he was feeling. He had dormmates of his own and he wondered if they had ever done something like that while everyone else was gone. It wasn't hard to imagine them all teasing him for a while and having a laugh about it like his own father had.

He placed the bottle back and the two of them picked up where they left off. They even started downing more sodas. Whenever they had to, Slyvester boldly used or helped his father use the bottle, but soon it was full. And the others in the back were much smaller, being filled up quickly as a product of their overindulgence. It was now catching up to the both of them.

"Don't worry," his father said, clearly straining a bit. "The rest stop isn't much further."

That would have been a relief, but since the two of them had underestimated how much their bodies could hold, there was much fluid that raced right through their body. And now it was demanding to be ejected from their bodies. Now it seemed they were finally paying for it all. Even more than he had before, Sylvester openly writhed and grit his fangs as he held it all back.

As they raced down the open road, the both of them could see the rest stop. It was small and quaint, matching the vast stretch of countryside, but to the both of them, it was a godsend.

"Just a bit more," his father said, seemingly talking more to himself than his son. With a sudden turn that threatened to make the both of them lose control of their bodies, they skid to a stop and both jumped out of the car as quickly as they could. But upon racing up to the front, they found that the place was entirely vacant and seemed to be for a while. And the doors were firmly locked, leaving them no way to use the abandoned bathroom anyways.

"Oh no..." Sylvester groaned, pressing a paw in between his legs.

"Come on!" his father grabbed his paw and led him around the rest stop. "W-we'll do it back here. Not like there's anywhere else to go or anyone to stop us."

Nodding, he pulled down his shorts and underwear, joining the older male. The two of them whipped their already leaking cocks out and the younger of the two immediately let it out, tilting his head back as he let his stream blast out with full force. As he did, a powerful wave of pleasure and relief washed over him. His legs trembled and he panted a bit before looking down as a fat stream poured from his tip. It arched a bit before landing against the wooden boards of the old building.

The sandy color of the wood became dark and moist as it was made wet with his fluids. He let himself just piss wherever. His body was still trembling a bit, making the arch tilt back and forth slowly, wetting even more of the wood, making a large dark circle. Underneath it was a waterfall of golden fluids that flowed down before splattering to the gravely floor, soaking into the earth underneath before a pool started to form from too much of it.

While he was just letting his body drain itself, Sylvester's eyes were wandering again. And the only thing there was to look at was his own pissing father. The heavier feline's eyes were closed as one of his paws lightly squeezed his fat shaft. He kept his stream steady, but there was more power behind it as it splatter noisily against the old wood, thoroughly soaking it. His piss was much quicker to make a puddle underneath and there was even a bit of steam rising from it, showing just how warm his father's essence was.

This time, Sylvester was aware that there was no reason to be gawking at his father in this way. So he averted his eyes just the other opened his eyes.

"Hoo. Nearly had some trouble on our hands, huh?"

"Sure did," his son responded, doing his best to act well.

"Guess it's a good thing this place has been left behind. I do think they would get much business with a shop that smells like cat piss," he chuckled and Sylvester did the same as the start squirts of his urine left his body.

His dad still had a bit more to give, and though he did not look, he could easily hear the groans and the loud splashes of his piss hitting the already damp wood and trickling down to join the larger puddle that he made. Once he was done, he shook himself off and tucked himself away.

"Alright, the camp isn't that far away from here so I think we should be good from here on out."

"Jeez, I hope so."

Laughing, his dad patted him on the back and led him back to the car. As they were back on the road, Sylvester's mind was wandering again. He was thinking back to the guy he found peeing behind that house at the party, but now his mind was replacing that random guy with his father. And his senses were working with the fantasy. He could actually smell the hint of his feline piss, the sharp tang of marking that really got his attention. It was making his mouth water and his paws grip the side of the seat. And of course he could hear the wet sounds of the fluid hitting the house and then rushing down to the ground, along with his dad's groans and quiet words of pleasure. Then the fantasy took another turn even he wasn't expecting. Suddenly he was asked to join him and Sylvester could see himself walking up to his father. But rather than just joining him in a shared piss, he was doing things such as holding that fat prick for the older male and even putting his hand in the stream, letting it get warm and marked with his dad's piss...

Before he had even realized, the two of them were there, announced as such by his father. It got his attention and he looked out to see that the car was now parked along the campsite's trail. And looking at it brought a host of memories from years past. It helped to ease his mind from it's thoughts. At the same time, he opened the door of the car and stepped outside. Soon enough the two of them were unpacking and setting up the things they would need.

"Huh. I could've sworn I packed two of them..." Once everything was taken out of the rear seats and the trunk. But there was a tent missing that his dad was sure that he packed. But there was only one... "Ah well. It's more than big enough for the two of us to share. You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not."

The two of them worked together to pitch the large tent and once that was done they found the sleeping bags and packs that held their things and put them inside, making the interior all cozy. The entire time, the younger feline's eyes kept falling on his father, watching him lift and place things where they needed to be. And when he aided him, Sylvester could see the outline of his thick prick swaying underneath his loose shorts. It provided quite the distraction, but he pulled through. Taking everything out of the car and putting them where they were supposed to be took the rest of the already late day. The sun nearly set completely and the two cats sat down on a log in front of the fire pit and sighed.

"Glad that's finally over," Sylvester admitted, feeling his arms aching a bit. He was never good with lifting things, but it was worth it to see the space set up with everything they could have needed.

"Boy, you said it."

Over the fire they started, some food was slowly cooking for them. While it was, his dad sat down next to him with a case of beer in his hand.

"Now that we finally have some time to wind down," he took one of the beers and handed it to his son before taking another one for himself. "We can finally talk a bit more. So, tell me about that college life of yours."

Sylvester did tell his dad about the simple things at first, talking about classes and the new people he was meeting on campus. He was getting along well enough to the point that he was invited to a few parties.

"Hey, Dad. Do you have any advice for stuff like that? The party stuff and dating..."

"Well... Since we're all the way out here and if it's just between the two of us..." His father started. The tone of his voice told that he had a secret or two to tell. Leaning in, Sylvester took another sip of his beer as he started talking.

"Those roommates that I told you about... Well, you're not alone in this boat of yours. Your old man did some fooling around of his own in his college days. It started at a party just like yours but instead of a random guy, it was one of my buddies. We were drinking after watching a game and things started happening and we liked it. And it turns out we weren't the only ones. Of course, that's when the two horse piss debacle happened, letting us know that another had a thing for guys too."

"We all figured that we were young and we all trusted each other, so we all got close and more than a few times we fooled around. I learned that I was just into guys that I was into girls. For a while I stuck to guys, even out of college, until I met your mother and, of course, there was nothing quite like her to me and I was lucky enough to win her over and have you a few years later."

Hearing that his father had an experience much like his own, it made the black and white cat feel so much better. Not only was he assured, but his mind was picturing a younger version of his dad in such positions with his friends. If they had been pals since college like they often said, that meant they had been with his dad in that way. Just knowing that made him excited all over again.

He was about to ask something more, but his dad got up with a huff. "Be right back. I got something I need to take care of."

Watching his dad walk away, Sylvester could see the way that he was walking and the other subtle sounds, it was easy for him to tell that he was going to relieve himself. Saying nothing himself, he stood up and followed after his dad into the woody part of the camp.

"So you want to tag along, huh?"

When his son nodded, he smiled and wrapped an arm around him, guiding his son to a large tree that was wide enough for the both of them. "This should be a good enough spot."

Rather separating like expected, his father's arm was still wrapped around him, keeping him close. His free paw had pulled down his shorts and held his length steady and aiming it so his stream would land against the bark.

With another sigh like before, the older feline opening pissed on the tree, letting the pleasure of his urination scored through his body. Now, Sylvester was boldly watching his father just let go and mark the tree. He was once again surprised by how strong the older male's stream of piss was. It struck the dry bark hard and quickly soaked into it before running down to wet the soil underneath.

All the while, Sylvester was using all of his senses to really take it all in. He wanted to remember everything about this moment, knowing that he was going to look back on it the moment he got some private time. Not only did he watch the dark yellow line rolling down to the tree's side, but he also flexed his ears, letting the small splashes and the groans of his father fill them. And he even took in the scent of it all. Being so close to his father's raised arm, he could easily pick up his wafting musk, enjoying the deep, leathery scent. Alongside the smell of his exposed pit, there was also the growing smell of his piss.

Just like it was against the back of the rest stop, the dark yellow essence of his old man also had the strong scent of marking, guaranteeing that the odor would linger and let others know that he had been there. And looking at the tree itself, the wet spot was rather large and the previously dry surface was now damp and even stained a light shade of yellow, showing just how hot and powerful his marking was. Even when he was young, Sylvester had heard all kinds of things about the reek of cat pee, but as it was being freshly poured onto before him, the younger feline was absolutely entranced by the strong smell that made him lightheaded when slowly inhaling. When the stream stopped, he boldly reached out and shook his father's cock for him, hearing him grunt in surprise.

"Thanks," the older male said as he tucked himself back inside.

Sylvester was about to say something but another scent hit his nose. At first he was hoping that it was another hint of the mixed odor of piss and musk, but instead he could clearly pick up the smell of something burning.

"Aah!" His father called out and rushed back towards the main part of the campgrounds, immediately remembering the meat that he had left over the fire.

The food had been recovered and though it was more singed than either of them would have liked, but they managed to eat around the very burnt parts and used a few sips of beer to wash the tougher parts down.

"So," his father started, now ready to have a more in depth continuation of what they were previously talking about. "How was it? That time at the party."

Sylvester swallowed and blushed a bit. It was sudden, but now he felt that he was ready to talk about it.

"It was really good. He brought me into the room and talked me through it. He was bigger than me, but he wanted me to be on top. I have never done anything like that either way, but he told me that I was doing good and it felt really good to me too."

"Well, how do you like that? And how long did it last?"

Sylvester blushed and scratched his head. "Well, I think I lasted a few minutes the first round, but I know that the second one was longer."

His father chuckled and patted his son's back. "That's my boy."

They talked more about it until it got very late. The events of the long day had finally caught up to the both of them and they were more than ready to retire for the night. His dad told him to put out the fire and Sylvester thought it best to do so by taking care of a quick piss before he settled down for the night. His father again praised him and the two of them were soon settling within the interior of the tent. Like father, like son, the two of them slept on top of their thick sleeping bags, shedding all their clothes and lying about a foot and a half away from each other in complete nudity.

The next morning, Sylvester awoke early. Through the see-through upper lining of the tent, he could see that it must have been just after dawn. He stretched and groaned as he felt his cock throb. It was a strong case of morning wood that was demanding his attention. His paw had already reached down and wrapped around it, before he heard the groan from his father. The older male shifted a bit but still seemed to be asleep.

Some part of him urged to take this outside. But those images and memories of watching his father, both with the bottle and against the tree, spurred him on. Thinking back on those, his paw started moving, pumping up and down. He closed his eyes and let it all replay in his mind, biting back moans the rose up his throat. It felt better than it usually did as he added his own spin on the memories, imagining himself in the position that his dad described. He could vividly see himself on his knees, standing underneath a tall horse that titled his head back before letting it all go on his chest.

Working his paw faster, Sylvester grunted and curled his toes, feeling the pleasure increase within him. There was a noise that made his ears flick and he opened his eyes to see his own father looking back at him. He gasped and let go of his length before clearing his throat with a blush of his face.

But his dad just smiled at his son. "Quite the wake up call." As his eyes looked over his son, his own cock was starting to get hard. Sylvester saw it and gasped aloud as he finally saw his old man's length getting fully hard for the first time. It was even thicker now and he proved to be a grower as well, showing off a full seven inches. He gripped and stroked himself, prompting his son to continue.

As the two of them were masturbating in the closed space of the tent, the both of them could smell the mix aroma of their musks wafting out from their discarded clothes and their own bodies. The product of their hauling could be smelled by the masculine and earthy tones of the day-old sweat that still clung to the fabrics and the drips of sweat that were coming from their pores, brought about by the two of them teasing themselves.

The two of them panted and groaned as they pawed themselves, drifting their hands up and down their shafts. Though he was not as thick, Sylvester had inherited his father's length and got a lot of pleasure out of tracing all the way down before reaching all the way up his throbbing inches. As he did he took sniffs at the musk-polluted air. Once again, he could decipher the both of their odors that were left to mix over the entire night.

Looking over, he could see that his father was in a similar position. Groaning and tugging at his balls with his other paw, the older feline used the precum that leaked from his tip as lube to easily pump his hand up and down, shuddering and groaning from the tingles of pleasure that raced through him. It had been a bit of time since he had morning wood and even longer since he jerked off alongside another male. It made him feel young again and it was extra hot considering it was his own son who he was cranking it next to. His ears took in the sounds of his son moaning and he used it as fuel to bring himself more pleasure.

Sylvester dared to get a bit closer to the older male, wanting to get a closer look. And once he did, his dad stopped and winked at him. "They look pretty similar, huh?"

He got up and on his knees, letting go of his bobbing cock. Sylvester did the same and took it a step further by getting close in front of him, taking the same position. Their dicks touched and they both made small sounds as the slickness of their pre and the warmth of the lengths were spreading between each other. His father's tip was leaking against his own, smearing the thick and slick fluid over the both of them.

Biting his lip, Sylvester took hold of them both in a single paw and started to pump them up and down together.

"Aaah, that's it, son. Looks like you got a few tricks of your own."

Blushing, but feeling a bit confident from the compliment, the younger feline pumped his hand up and down faster, seeing that his actions were milking more precum from the tip of his father's cock. That smeared over his paw and fingers, making it easier for him to pump even faster and harder.

The two of them moaned, louder and longer as pleasure soared through them. With their bodies to close, they could pick up their own brands of musk along with the faint traces of their urine. Sylvester was panting hard as he went even faster, making quick slurping sounds with his soaked and sticky paw. His dad pulled back as he growled. But Sylvester still had a firm grip on his dick. It was pulsing hard under his touch.

Knowing that he was not the only one who was close to his limit, Sylvester pumped the both of their cocks as hard and fast as he could.

"K-keep going, son. I'm about to shoot it all!"

He couldn't say anything more but he nodded before he yowled as his father hissed and humped his paw.

The two of them cried out within the tent as they reached their peaks. Their dicks throbbed hard and from their tips came powerful spurts of their cum. It streaked out in long arcs and splattered against the walls of the tent. Once they hit, the pearlescent ropes struck before oozing down a bit. They both came hard through his pleasure, his father took notice that his son was shooting just as hard as he was. He felt a beam of pride as his son seemed to unlock a latent skill within him.

Though the two of them had cum once, they weren't quite down. This time, they watched each other as they pumped their messy cocks, smearing their cum all over it as a lube. This time they had shed the awkwardness and second thoughts. Their bodies were close as they did it and once or twice, the younger cat openly took a sniff at his father's body. His free paw traced along the soft fur and even softer plushness of his gut. Purrs came as his belly was stroked and those turned to moans as his son was flicking his thumb across one of his nipples.

Sylvester was loving every moment of it. And his dad teased him back. He felt the thicker and rougher paw rubbing over his balls, sending hard waves through his body. Then, to his shock it was reaching even lower, tickling along his taint before it gently touched his tailhole. It didn't go any further than his finger tracing back and forth along the pink lining, but it was more than enough to make his son arch his back and moan out.

"Your old man still has a few tricks left."

The two of them continued to stroke at their cocks fast and hard again. But this time it was joined by sloppy sounds of their cum-lubed cocks being jerked over and over. Soon enough, the two of them were yelling out again as they reached another hard and thrilling climax, marking the interior of the tent with their seed. Soon, the two of them were sighing as they laid back for a bit. Of course, they left the money shots where they were, finding a thrill in watching them slowly dribble down.

"That... That was something else," his father panted.

"But it was fun and felt really good," Sylvester added with a smile.

"And I can teach you a lot more things. You'll be a changed man when you return to that campus."

The idea sounded good to him. Once the sun was higher in the sky did the two of them finally leave the smelly confines of the tent. But it was not out of a need to actually get a handle on the camping experience. Instead, it was the shared desire between the two of them to take a morning piss after reaching two orgasms, one after the other.

Side by side, the two felines strolled out into the wooded area in the nude. The campsite was a private ground and since there was no one else around, neither of them saw a need to put on some clothes. Instead the two of them returned to the big tree and as they did, Sylvester could pick up the scent of his father's yellow fluid, being all the stronger once they were upon the tree. He took a few sniffs of it, already finding the scent arousing, but also comforting, recognizing it as the marking stench of his old man.

Still staying side by side, the younger of the two gripped his dick and started to release all that built up over the night. But as he started peeing onto the bark of the tree, Sylvester noticed that his stream was stronger and that the fluid rushing through his shaft felt warmer, a lot warmer. To his surprise, it hit the side of the tree, producing a bit of stream in the dewy morning air.

"That's my boy. I knew that you had in you."

Filled with pride, Sylvester moaned out as he felt the heated piss draining from him. It brought a deeper comfort than before and he couldn't hold back sounds of pleasure. Along with that he saw that his stream was barreling against the bark, making it dark and slightly changing its color. And the thing that made his heart race was the scent that wafted back at him. It was potent and had similar hints of his father's marking, but carried his own personal hints with it as well.

Once he finished, the pleasure lingered within his body, making him shiver and smile from the intense bliss that he felt.

That's when his father started to piss, letting his own powerful jet of feline urine crash and flow down the side of the tree. As the sounds of the fluids reached his ears, Sylvester acted on his desires. He was back at the older male's side. He took the flopping cock into his own hands and angled it with one hand while the other was lifting up his father's arm.

"Mmm... I love you, Dad. Thanks for this." His words were ended with a deep sniff. Shamelessly he inhaled his father's scent, taking the deep tang of his musk straight to his head. It immediately felt hazy but it only wanted to make him tend to his father more. His body was alight with satisfaction as he felt the heat against his palm while hearing the trickles and long winded groans from his old man...