[B4T] Camping With Dad!

(All characters and participants must be 18+)

Remus watched the trees blur past the window, the forest thickening with every mile they drove drove. The road had turned to gravel a while back, and now the truck jolted over potholes and scattered rocks, making my backpack bounce on the floor beneath his feet. Dad hadn’t said much since they left the house—just a nod when Remus tossed his father’s duffel in the bed and climbed into the passenger seat. The boy didn’t say much either. He figured they were both pretending this was normal, like it was something they did all the time. But it wasn’t. They hadn’t been camping since Mom left, and even then, it had always been the three of them.

The silence in the cab was heavy, filled with things Remus didn’t know how to say and things he was pretty sure his father didn’t want to hear. The boy shifted in his seat, trying not to fidget, trying not to look like he’d rather be anywhere else—even though Remus kind of would. The radio was off. No music, no talk shows. Just the hum of the engine and the occasional scrape of tree branches against the side mirror as the road narrowed into the woods. Dad kept his eyes on the path ahead, both hands on the wheel, jaw set like it always was when he was thinking too hard.

Remus wondered if he was thinking about her, too. Or maybe he was thinking about his son. About how to fix this, or if it could be fixed at all. The truck creaked as they rounded a bend, and Remus caught a glimpse of the lake through the trees—dark water stretching out under a low sky. We were almost there. The boy sat up straighter, not sure if he was ready for whatever this weekend was supposed to be. A break. A reset. A chance to pretend they were still a team. Whatever it was, it felt like something was about to start. Or maybe something had already ended, and they were just now noticing.

The road opened up to a clearing, and Dad eased the truck to a stop beside a crooked wooden sign that read “SITE 4.” The engine ticked in the quiet, and somewhere in the distance, a loon called out across the lake.

Remus looked around, then said jokingly, “Bet you five bucks we forgot something important.”

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Hey everyone and thanks for reading! I’m looking for a descriptive and literate top who’d be interested in doing a longterm dad/son roleplay. If this is something that would interest you just send a me a message letting me know you have a reference picture and include your kinks. Hope to hear from you all soon.

Kinks: Dom/sub, humiliation/praise, breeding, breathplay, spanking, musk

Limits: scat, feet, prolapse