My girlfriend’s dad pissed on me in front of the family

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“Steven, are you coming on the guys’ trip next weekend?” Jerry stared at me from across the table, a devious look in his eyes.

I nearly choked on my drink. “Uh, I’m not sure yet,” I replied. My cheeks turned pink as I tried to calm myself down. He was talking about a camping trip with all the guys in the family. A few uncles, a handful of cousins, and Jerry. And then there was me.

“You should go, babe!” Clara gave my shoulder a gentle shove. “It’d be good for you to spend more time with everyone. You don’t have to worry about me; mom and I will be fine without you two for one weekend.” She flashed a warm smile, soothing me a bit.

“That’s right, dearie,” Debbie added.

The two of them made me feel a little better, but they had no idea what that trip would be like. Hell, even I didn’t know what it would be like. Knowing my girlfriend’s dad, I’d surely end up with his load in my ass. And after the family barbecue, I’d have to imagine he wouldn’t be the only one using my hole. As my mind wandered, I felt my dick swell in my pants. Maybe this would be fun after all.

“Oh, alright,” I said. “I’ll go.”

“Excellent!” Jerry said.

The rest of the week was pretty normal. On Friday, Jerry swung by our apartment to pick me up. I kissed Clara goodbye, then threw my bags in the trunk and hopped into the truck.

The car ride was pretty chill. I expected my girlfriend’s dad to make a move, maybe demand some road head, but we just chatted the whole time. After a few hours, we arrived at the campsite. It was definitely off the beaten path; the place was totally secluded, and I didn’t expect to see anyone else besides the other cousins and uncles that would be coming.

The truck slowed to a stop. “We’re here!” Jerry proudly exclaimed.

I hopped out of the truck and helped Jerry unload things. We made quick work moving the cooler, tent, and chairs before two more trucks pulled up. I recognized Uncle Paul, cousin George, and a few other guys I hadn’t learned the names of yet. Besides me, George was the youngest of the group, and we had gotten pretty close lately. Including myself and Jerry, there were eight of us.

“Jerry!” Paul shouted. The guys hopped out hurriedly and embraced each other. They were more excited about the trip than I was, though to be fair, it was my first time coming along. “Ah, and you brought this guy!” Paul winked at Jerry, then slapped his hand firmly on my shoulder. “Good to see you again, bud.”

I smiled and gave him a hug, unsure if there was a deeper meaning behind his words. Was he one of the guys who used me during the barbecue? Everyone here was a potential suspect. It was embarrassing not knowing who had seen me naked.

About an hour later, everyone had settled in. We all helped set up camp, and I finally got a chance to learn everyone’s names. Our tents were neatly arranged in a semicircle around the central fire pit, far enough away to dispel any safety concerns. All in all, it was a pretty nice setup.

“It’s HOT,” Jerry said. He had just driven the last stake in the ground, and he stood with his hands on his hips, admiring his work. He turned his attention to the larger group, who all appeared in similar states: drenched in sweat and overheated. “Hey y’all!” he shouted. “What do you say we head down to the lake and have ourselves a dip?”

And so we all trudged down a hidden path, making our way to the lake. I couldn’t help but notice that no one was wearing a swimsuit. Maybe they didn’t care about getting their shorts wet, or just planned on swimming in their underwear? Either way, I just went along with the crowd.

A few minutes later, we reached the lake. It was a beautiful cove, hidden away from the surroundings. I was surprised they ever found this place to begin with. I looked around and saw that the guys had begun stripping down. First shirts came off, followed by shoes, socks, and shorts. To my relief, everyone seemed to stop at the underwear. Maybe this would be a normal trip after all.

“Last one in has to do a dare!” George shouted, sprinting off toward the water.

Shoot. Everyone ran after him, meanwhile I was still fully clothed. In a hurry, I yanked off my shoes and socks. I sprinted to catch up, pulling my shirt off and tossing it aside as I ran. I dropped my shorts to my ankles, hopping towards the water in a tangled mess. I was gaining on Uncle Paul, but he had too much of a head start. Finally free of my shorts, I leaped towards the water.

Too slow.

“Looks like Steven’s the lucky loser!” George shouted. He playfully splashed water at me as I waded toward the rest of the group.

“So who’s gonna pick the dare?” cousin Michael asked.

“I have one,” Jerry replied. All eyes turned to him. More and more, I got the feeling that Jerry was the man in charge. Something I had gotten very familiar with these past few months.

Please go easy on me, I thought to myself.

“Steven has to take off his underwear and skinny dip.” Jerry’s words hung in the air for a moment.

“Yeah!” George said.

“That’s perfect!” Michael added.

The group was all focused on me now, waiting for me to comply. So without further delay, I leaned down and yanked off my underwear. A second later, I pulled them up out of the water and showed them off. After all the things Jerry put me through, this wasn’t that bad. In fact, it felt kind of freeing to be skinny dipping. I might be naked now, but at least no one could see.

“Give them here,” Jerry said suddenly.

My stomach dropped. There was always a twist with my girlfriend’s dad. I nervously obliged, handing over the wet pair of underwear. He took them from me, then turned toward the shore and launched them with an incredible throw. They landed by our things with a splash. And suddenly I felt a lot more naked.

We spent another half hour or so swimming and chatting. The whole time, I could only think about how I planned to get out of the water without being exposed. Sure, Jerry had seen me naked before; that was nothing new. And at least two other guys here as well, back at the family barbecue, though I had no idea who they were. Blood rushed to my dick at the thought, which certainly didn’t help my situation. And then there was the rest of the group. Another four guys, practically strangers, who were about to see me naked.

“Should we get going?” Uncle Paul asked the group. Multiple heads nodded, and one by one the guys started wading back to the shore.

In a panic, I swam over to George. In a way, he was partly to blame for my current situation, but he was the closest thing to an ally that I had.

“George!” I whispered urgently. “You gotta help me out, man. When you get out, can you toss me my underwear?”

He shrugged, a devious look on his face. “I’ll see what I can do,” he said. So much for that.

I watched in horror as he left me. One by one, each guy stepped out of the water. They all dried off, got dressed, then patiently waited for me to join them. Despite my protests, my dick was getting harder under the water. Wonderful. Reality sinking in, I did the only thing I could do. I covered up the best I could, grabbing my dick and balls, then made my way back to land.

When I reached the shore, I was met with laughs, a few whistles, and worst of all, no clothing in sight.

“Very funny,” I said, hands over my crotch as the water dripped from my naked body. I had never felt more exposed than I did in that moment. “Where are my clothes?”

“What clothes?” Michael asked.

My dick was fully hard now, the humiliation really getting to me. I’m not huge down there by any means, but it’s damn hard to cover up an erect cock AND both balls with only two hands. Despite my best efforts, some of it was surely peeking out.

“Please!” I begged.

“An animal must have taken them,” Jerry said with a laugh. “I guess you’ll just have to walk back naked.”

Those bastards. I knew one of them had my clothing, but there was nothing I could do. Not while keeping myself partially covered, holding on to the little dignity I had left.

When we got back to camp, I immediately ran to our tent to grab a new set of clothes. I unzipped the tent with one hand, still cupping as much as I could of my privates with the other. After fumbling with the zipper for a moment, I shoved my way inside. I zipped it up behind me, finally getting a moment of privacy. I turned to grab my bag, hoping to put this whole event behind me. But it wasn’t where I had left it.

Jerry’s bag wasn’t here either. My eyes scanned the floor of the tent, but I knew I wouldn’t find what I was looking for. My heart pounded in my chest, racing faster. “Jerry?” I called out. “Have you seen my clothes?”

“Not since we unloaded the truck earlier,” my girlfriend’s dad responded from outside the tent. “Why don’t you come back out here, Steven? Just forget about the clothes for now, I’m sure they’ll turn up.”

I was damn sure they wouldn’t turn up, but I didn’t really have another option. Reluctantly, I opened the tent flap once more and joined the guys around the fire pit, still doing my best to stay covered up. I saw that a few of them had gotten a small fire going and were slowly adding more sticks. The rest were seated in a nice ring, already cracking open beers.

“Heyyy!” Michael called out. “If it isn’t our favorite nudist!”

My face flushed, but I didn’t respond.

“Steven, think fast!” I turned toward George in time to see a beer flying at me. I quickly put up my hands to catch it, releasing my dick in the process. Fuck.

“Nice cock!” someone shouted.

Well, I was in it now. In an act of defiance, I cracked open the beer and chugged it. I kept going, pounding the whole damn thing, until there wasn’t a drop left. A small victory in the face of an otherwise humiliating day. I dropped the empty can to the floor, then plopped down in the nearest chair. I kept my legs spread wide, not bothering to cover up any longer.

I could feel their eyes on me, all staring at my cock. I stuck out like a sore thumb, the only one naked in the entire group. Eight guys, only one nude. Instead of fighting it, I embraced it. I asked George to toss me another beer, settling in and taking in the heat from the fire. We were camping after all, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get to enjoy this little trip, clothes or no clothes.

Things calmed down after that. We hung out by the fire, drinking and chatting, generally having a good time. Every once in a while, someone would get up to pee. Drinking as much as we were, it was inevitable. The nice thing about being deep in the woods was that you could pick any old tree and relieve yourself. Every once in a while, someone would pick a tree outside our ring of tents, take a piss, then hobble back to the fire and open another drink. Eventually, I needed to take a leak myself. I stood up, planning to make my way to one of those trees.

“Where are you going?” Jerry asked.

“Taking a piss,” I replied.

“Just go here. You’re already naked, it’s not like you need the privacy.” He looked at me, waiting for a response. Side conversations paused, everyone’s eyes once again shifting to me. I had gotten used to being naked out here, but suddenly I felt exposed all over again.

“Okay,” I whispered.

You’ve never known humiliation until you’ve been forced to piss, fully naked, in front of a group of guys you hardly know. Shy peeing is very much a thing; despite really needing to go, it took a whole minute before it began to stream out. I stood right by my chair, pissing onto the ground in front of me. It pooled up and formed a small puddle, the splashing noise loud and clear now that everyone had hushed to watch me. As the last dribbles ran out and I gave my cock a shake, my pee sank into the dirt, leaving behind a wet mark on the ground.

After a brief awkward silence and an even more awkward boner, conversation around the fire resumed. My chair was next to my girlfriend’s dad, and he kept glancing over at me. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but I knew it had to be dirty. And so my boner lingered.

Jerry looked at me again, grinned, then polished off the rest of the beer. He tossed it into the growing pile near the fire, then stood up. “Gotta piss,” he mumbled. But instead of walking back towards the woods, he made his way to me. “On your knees, boy.”

Holy shit. My heart started racing. I knew this was crazy. I knew it was degrading, humiliating, and a million other things. But I also knew better than to disobey my girlfriend’s dad.

I dropped to the ground, naked, kneeling in my own piss.

Jerry unzipped his shorts, then pulled out his massive cock. He wasn’t even hard, yet he still put my own dick to shame. Towering over me, his back to the fire, he started to piss.

The hot stream hit my chest first, bouncing off my body and spraying everywhere. The warmth was a welcome feeling, though it gave me little comfort compared to the humiliation I felt in that moment. From where my girlfriend’s dad stood, no one could see his cock. The only view they had was of his backside. Well, that and a naked whore getting covered in piss.

He directed the stream downward, directly on to my cock, as if to tell everyone else that he owned me. Jerry marked his territory, and deep down I couldn’t help but enjoy it. I stared up at him in a mixture of awe and disbelief.

The warm liquid soaked my body as he pissed. It seemed to never end. One thing about my girlfriend’s dad is that he was an alpha male through and through. Even his bladder size appeared massive; the piss just kept coming. He directed it up at my face now, and I instinctively opened my mouth for him. The warm salty liquid streamed into my mouth, pooling up, then running out and down my chin. It poured over my smooth chest, running down until it dripped off my cock and onto the ground.

The stream finally died down, coming to a dribble. The final spurts hit my tongue, then he shook out his cock and wiped it across my cheek. Done relieving himself, Jerry zipped up his shorts and walked back to his chair.

He really was the man of the family. Despite the state I was in, all eyes were on him. Before sitting, he turned and faced the group. “If anyone else needs to take a piss, Steven is your new tree for the weekend.” Then he sat back down and cracked open another beer.