Inside, as we put the food away, Dad mentioned that he had a headache and I must admit I was feeling slightly groggy too, probably the sudden temperature change, plus the lunchtime alcohol, so a little siesta seemed like a good idea.
We stripped off, but before I joined Dad on the bed, I rummaged in my washbag and found him a couple of paracetamol, which I handed him with a glass of water.
After swallowing the pills with the water, he handed back the glass.
"Thanks, nurse Ben."
Lying down felt good and I must have dozed off, because I was slightly disorientated when I opened my eyes.
I turned and there was my Dad, awake and watching me.
"How's the head?"
"Much better thanks, but I need an injection from the nurse."
He reached over and took hold of my c**k.
"Daddy wants his boy to
