The Annual Event (M+/M)
Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2018 7:24 pm
Hey guys!
The idea for this story was given to me by one of the members of this site. I hope he likes reading the story as much as I liked writing it Here we go!
Chapter 1 - The Background
“Soon it will be over. Soon it will be all over…” I kept repeating in my head, trying to stay awake.
I was sitting in the classroom on the biology lesson. The teacher was talking about cardiovascular system and how it affected every single cell in the human body. Normally I like biology, especially human anatomy, but the professor who was teaching us had an incredible skill: he made everything sound so boring, that even I, who loved the subject, was half asleep. I looked around the classroom: half of my friends had their heads on the desks, the other half desperately tried not to fall asleep and take some notes. Unfortunately, the monotonous timbre of Mr. Sanders’ voice was winning this uneven battle and soon - one by one – my friends were all half asleep. I could even hear one of the girls snoring. The teacher seemed to be unaware of all this and just kept going on with the lesson, changing one of the most fascinating subjects into pure torture.
It was the second half of the June and everyone in my school ( including the teachers ) was looking forward to the summer holiday. From what my buddies were telling me, they all had something special planned either with their friends, or with the families. One was going for a two months long trip over continental Europe; he and his parents wanted to travel from one capital city to another on bicycles, starting in Lizbona and ending in Warsaw. The other two were going to the countryside to their grandparents, a few of the rest planned to stay at home and simply chill out.
I was all excited to hear what my friends were up to during the holiday, but I was pretty thrilled about my own plans, too. For the past three years me, a group of four friends and our fathers were doing something special together. It usually didn’t last for long, but was always a great adventure, and from our very first hiking in the mountains I loved them. It was the time for just the guys, no women included; the perfect opportunity for the fathers to bond with their sons, have some serious conversations or just enjoy being with each other.
Last time we went canoeing. Although the weather was terrible and it was raining a lot, I had a great time. We were on the river all day, paddling and chatting with each other. When the Sun was setting down we set a small camp for the night, cooked supper over the campfire and the adults had a beer or two. During that trip I had my first man to man talk with my father about sex and stuff. Even though I knew everything necessary about it, I kind of liked the fact that my dad considered us close enough with each other to have that kind of conversation. I guess it was then when I started to treat him not only as my father, but also best friend, with whom I can talk if something serious came up.
This year I turned 19 and wanted to do something a little more adult, something more demanding and challenging. Being a very competitive teenager I loved all sorts of competitions and I sort of hoped that we could do some kind of a game. A game I would win, of course!
I guess my competitiveness came from the fact that I was rather small and skinny. I was only 172 cm tall and had problems with developing musculature. I did a lot of activities at that time, like playing soccer and tennis, swimming and hitting the gym every now and then. But I just wasn’t able to do it, which is incredibly ironic, because my father and both of his brothers are like walking muscles. They are all very tall, with my father over 200cm and uncles 199cm ( Doug ) and 197cm ( Kev ). Plus, they had absolutely no problems to keep their bodies fit and muscular. Whenever I looked at their bulging biceps a wave of jealousy flooded me; although I did have some muscles, but whenever I compared myself to them I felt skinny and tiny.
Two weeks have passed since the dreadful biology lesson and the school was finally over. Me and my friends had a small party after the last day; just a bunch of young people playing video games, drinking beer and fulminating at our teachers. When I was finishing my second can of beer a strange thought entered my mind: were our teachers also having this kind of gathering, celebrating the end of school and fulminating at the students? I smiled to myself; I wouldn’t be surprised at all if they were…
A few days later I was watching some silly videos on the internet when I heard a knock on the door. A moment later it opened and I saw my father. He was in his military pants and shirt, which was tightly hugging his muscles. He was a soldier and sometimes he didn’t change after coming back home and walked over the house in his military outfit. When I saw how huge his muscles were I felt a familiar wave of envy in my stomach. Man, I would give anything to be at least half as fit as he was; the genetics was really cruel with me.
“Hey Peter, you busy?” He asked entering my room.
“Not really. What’s up, Dad?”
“I have a surprise for you, kid. Hope you don’t have anything serious planned for the weekend, ‘cause we’re leaving for our annual event tomorrow. Uncle Doug is already here, he’ll be coming with us. When we get to the destination we’ll meet with the others.”
“Seriously?! Wow, this is so awesome, Dad!!” I was all beaming and happy like a small child.
“I knew you would react that way.” He spoke with a smile on his face.
“By the way, what are we going to do this year?”
“It’s a surprise, Peter. Uncle Kev has prepared something special for us. You want to go downstairs and say hi to your uncle?”
“Yeah, of course I do!”
We went to the living room, where my uncle was already sitting on the couch and talking with my mother. He was my father’s younger brother, 38 years old. He was a cop and just like the rest of his siblings was very masculine and has developed huge muscles. When we shook hands I could feel how strong he is; probably he could mangle my palm if he wanted to. I was a little surprised to see him in his cop uniform, but he explained that he came to our place straight from work.
“So, kiddo, you excited about our trip?” He asked when I sat next to him.
“Yeah, I can’t wait! Do you know where we would be going?”
“I do, but that’s a surprise. When you pack, don’t forget to take some warm clothes and your sleeping bag. That’s the only hint I’m going to give you.” He winked and smiled.
The four of us spend the whole evening in the living room. My mom had prepared a delicious dinner, we chatted and laughed a lot. We totally lost the track of time and all of a sudden it was past eleven. We cleaned everything and my father led his brother to the guest bedroom. We all said goodnight and I went to my room to pack. I took out my sports bag and put some warm clothes there, as instructed by my uncle. Then I took my puffy sleeping bag from my wardrobe, folded it and placed it on the bag with my clothes. When everything was done I used the bathroom and went to bed. Finally, FINALLY the best time of the year was about to begin…
The idea for this story was given to me by one of the members of this site. I hope he likes reading the story as much as I liked writing it Here we go!
Chapter 1 - The Background
“Soon it will be over. Soon it will be all over…” I kept repeating in my head, trying to stay awake.
I was sitting in the classroom on the biology lesson. The teacher was talking about cardiovascular system and how it affected every single cell in the human body. Normally I like biology, especially human anatomy, but the professor who was teaching us had an incredible skill: he made everything sound so boring, that even I, who loved the subject, was half asleep. I looked around the classroom: half of my friends had their heads on the desks, the other half desperately tried not to fall asleep and take some notes. Unfortunately, the monotonous timbre of Mr. Sanders’ voice was winning this uneven battle and soon - one by one – my friends were all half asleep. I could even hear one of the girls snoring. The teacher seemed to be unaware of all this and just kept going on with the lesson, changing one of the most fascinating subjects into pure torture.
It was the second half of the June and everyone in my school ( including the teachers ) was looking forward to the summer holiday. From what my buddies were telling me, they all had something special planned either with their friends, or with the families. One was going for a two months long trip over continental Europe; he and his parents wanted to travel from one capital city to another on bicycles, starting in Lizbona and ending in Warsaw. The other two were going to the countryside to their grandparents, a few of the rest planned to stay at home and simply chill out.
I was all excited to hear what my friends were up to during the holiday, but I was pretty thrilled about my own plans, too. For the past three years me, a group of four friends and our fathers were doing something special together. It usually didn’t last for long, but was always a great adventure, and from our very first hiking in the mountains I loved them. It was the time for just the guys, no women included; the perfect opportunity for the fathers to bond with their sons, have some serious conversations or just enjoy being with each other.
Last time we went canoeing. Although the weather was terrible and it was raining a lot, I had a great time. We were on the river all day, paddling and chatting with each other. When the Sun was setting down we set a small camp for the night, cooked supper over the campfire and the adults had a beer or two. During that trip I had my first man to man talk with my father about sex and stuff. Even though I knew everything necessary about it, I kind of liked the fact that my dad considered us close enough with each other to have that kind of conversation. I guess it was then when I started to treat him not only as my father, but also best friend, with whom I can talk if something serious came up.
This year I turned 19 and wanted to do something a little more adult, something more demanding and challenging. Being a very competitive teenager I loved all sorts of competitions and I sort of hoped that we could do some kind of a game. A game I would win, of course!
I guess my competitiveness came from the fact that I was rather small and skinny. I was only 172 cm tall and had problems with developing musculature. I did a lot of activities at that time, like playing soccer and tennis, swimming and hitting the gym every now and then. But I just wasn’t able to do it, which is incredibly ironic, because my father and both of his brothers are like walking muscles. They are all very tall, with my father over 200cm and uncles 199cm ( Doug ) and 197cm ( Kev ). Plus, they had absolutely no problems to keep their bodies fit and muscular. Whenever I looked at their bulging biceps a wave of jealousy flooded me; although I did have some muscles, but whenever I compared myself to them I felt skinny and tiny.
Two weeks have passed since the dreadful biology lesson and the school was finally over. Me and my friends had a small party after the last day; just a bunch of young people playing video games, drinking beer and fulminating at our teachers. When I was finishing my second can of beer a strange thought entered my mind: were our teachers also having this kind of gathering, celebrating the end of school and fulminating at the students? I smiled to myself; I wouldn’t be surprised at all if they were…
A few days later I was watching some silly videos on the internet when I heard a knock on the door. A moment later it opened and I saw my father. He was in his military pants and shirt, which was tightly hugging his muscles. He was a soldier and sometimes he didn’t change after coming back home and walked over the house in his military outfit. When I saw how huge his muscles were I felt a familiar wave of envy in my stomach. Man, I would give anything to be at least half as fit as he was; the genetics was really cruel with me.
“Hey Peter, you busy?” He asked entering my room.
“Not really. What’s up, Dad?”
“I have a surprise for you, kid. Hope you don’t have anything serious planned for the weekend, ‘cause we’re leaving for our annual event tomorrow. Uncle Doug is already here, he’ll be coming with us. When we get to the destination we’ll meet with the others.”
“Seriously?! Wow, this is so awesome, Dad!!” I was all beaming and happy like a small child.
“I knew you would react that way.” He spoke with a smile on his face.
“By the way, what are we going to do this year?”
“It’s a surprise, Peter. Uncle Kev has prepared something special for us. You want to go downstairs and say hi to your uncle?”
“Yeah, of course I do!”
We went to the living room, where my uncle was already sitting on the couch and talking with my mother. He was my father’s younger brother, 38 years old. He was a cop and just like the rest of his siblings was very masculine and has developed huge muscles. When we shook hands I could feel how strong he is; probably he could mangle my palm if he wanted to. I was a little surprised to see him in his cop uniform, but he explained that he came to our place straight from work.
“So, kiddo, you excited about our trip?” He asked when I sat next to him.
“Yeah, I can’t wait! Do you know where we would be going?”
“I do, but that’s a surprise. When you pack, don’t forget to take some warm clothes and your sleeping bag. That’s the only hint I’m going to give you.” He winked and smiled.
The four of us spend the whole evening in the living room. My mom had prepared a delicious dinner, we chatted and laughed a lot. We totally lost the track of time and all of a sudden it was past eleven. We cleaned everything and my father led his brother to the guest bedroom. We all said goodnight and I went to my room to pack. I took out my sports bag and put some warm clothes there, as instructed by my uncle. Then I took my puffy sleeping bag from my wardrobe, folded it and placed it on the bag with my clothes. When everything was done I used the bathroom and went to bed. Finally, FINALLY the best time of the year was about to begin…