Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2008 11:33:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Alex Black <theserpentcircle (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: The Other Camp

THE OTHER CAMP
by Alex Black
theserpentcircle (at) yahoo (dot) com
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"Great dinner, honey," said my father Ted as he stood
up from the picnic table. His paper plate was stained
with the gnawed remains of our grilled dinner: a
cornless cob, meatless bones, empty vegetable skewers.

My mother, Vera, smiled. "Thanks. You going for your
walk?"

"Always," my father said, patting his belly, which I
personally thought wasn't really that fat. A little
pudge, sure, but what man in his late thirties doesn't
have a little extra around the middle?

"Gotta keep the weight off," he said as he walked away
from our campsite.

My 10-year-old brother Tony and I looked at each
other. There was nothing strange about our dad going
on an evening walk. He did it at home every night
after dinner. However, we were on vacation, spending
two weeks at a campground near a beautiful white-sand
beach in the Florida panhandle. The campground was in
a state forest with well-maintained trails that my
brother and I enjoyed exploring.

On the second day of our vacation, we followed one
trail to a fork with a sign that read "GO LEFT TO STAY
IN STATE FOREST. PRIVATE PROPERTY TO RIGHT." Of course
we took the right fork, which we immediately
discovered was not as well-maintained as the state
park's trails. We were ducking under branches and
jumping over foliage that might have been poison ivy,
or maybe poison oak. We didn't know the difference; we
just knew we had to avoid anything that had leaves in
threes.

We rounded a bend and came to another sign: "PRIVATE
PROPERTY. JENKINS CAMPGROUND. MUST HAVE WRISTBAND FOR
ACCESS." The path ahead was still cluttered with
debris and overgrown brush, so after a brief
conference we agreed that no one would probably catch
us.

Not too much later we came to yet another sign:
"JENKINS CAMPGROUND. CLOTHING OPTIONAL. YOU HAVE BEEN
WARNED."

Tony and I made a few silly jokes about seeing some
naked people. We dared each other to keep going, but
in the end we both chickened out. We headed back to
the state park and our campground.

That night, when Dad went off on his little walk, I
noticed he headed for the same path we had gone down
before. When I went to follow him, Tony wanted to tag
along, but I successfully convinced him that two
followers would make too much noise. He trudged back
to camp where Mom was trying to read her book in the
evening's last rays of sunlight.

Once Dad was on the path it was easy to follow him
unnoticed. There were lots of trees and bushes to hide
behind, not to mention all the curves and bends in the
trail. Dad went straight down the right fork without
hesitating. As he walked, he took something out of his
pocket and fiddled with it in front of him, where I
couldn't see it. I continued to creep down the trail.
He made no attempt to walk silently so I was sure that
he couldn't hear me behind him.

He stepped through a patch of gleaming orange sunlight
and I caught a glimpse of the thing he'd been fiddling
with: it was a wristband. Dad was definitely headed to
the clothing-optional campground. That should have
cinched it, but what really confirmed it was when he
stopped at the last sign, the one with the
clothing-optional warning. I watched through a cluster
of vines as he slid off his cargo shorts and skinned
off his T-shirt. He took a small spray bottle out of
he cargo shorts and sprayed most of his body with it.
I could smell the sharp chemical scent of Deet, and
cursed myself for not bringing my own bug spray. He
put the bottle back and took a small flashlight from
another pocket and clicked it on. Then he folded his
clothes and set them off the path near the sign, and
then continued walking to the Jenkins campground
wearing only his sneakers and socks, the flashlight's
beam weaving from side to side as he walked.

I continued to follow him. I could see the outline of
his body in the gathering dusk. Dad was about six feet
tall and not too hairy. He had some dark brown hair on
his forearms, legs, chest and stomach, but that was
about it. He kept the hair on his head, including his
mustache and goatee, pretty short most of the time (he
cut his own hair with barber's clippers and always
used the 1/2" setting).

I had seen Dad naked before many times, almost always
in a nonsexual setting. One memory from my childhood
is taking a shower with Dad around the time that Tony
was born. I was four years old and I was mesmerized by
my father's big, heavy penis. It seemed really huge at
the time, anyway, but since then I've realized it's
mostly average. Nonetheless, I became obsessed with
seeing it. I was always trying to walk in on him while
he was peeing or showering, and since my Dad is pretty
casual about nudity, it wasn't that difficult to
accomplish.

One of the most exciting times was when he had just
finished fucking my mother. I'm sure of it. They were
usually pretty quiet as far as moaning and yelling
goes, but when they really got going, they knocked the
headboard into the wall over and over with their
rhythm. I think I was seven or eight when this
happened. The headboard's banging stopped and I heard
my dad grunting, and then there was silence for a
while. Across the hall I was wondering if I should get
up and try to sneak a peek. Just as I got up my
courage to creep out into the hall, my parents'
bedroom door opened and Dad came out. He went straight
into their bathroom without turning on the hall light
and did not shut the door. When he flicked on the
bathroom light, I stood in the shadows out in the hall
and watched as my Dad tried to get his still-hard dick
to piss. He stroked it and milked it, coaxing out a
few more drops of cum. He cleared his throat and
grunted. I saw his buttocks flex and his back and
stomach tense. Finally there was a shot of yellow,
then a stream, then a flood, and Dad relaxed and
sighed. As for me, I was clutching my little boner
through my pajamas out in the hall. I had recently
discovered that it was fun to deliberately play with
my penis, to stroke and caress it, but I had no clue
what an orgasm was.

When my Dad flushed the toilet I scampered back into
my room and leapt into bed, yanking the sheet up over
me and pretending to sleep. I heard him click the
bathroom light off, walk back into the hall, and go
back into his bedroom and shut the door. After that,
nothing. That night, I fell asleep playing with
myself.

The biggest incident, though, was when I was twelve
years old. It was a Friday night. Mom was out of town
and Dad had put me and Tony to bed. He laid on his bed
in his bedroom with the door open and the TV on. I
stayed up late reading comic books with my flashlight,
and when I finished the last one I could still hear
Dad's TV going (and Dad's loud snoring). A woman's
breathy voice was talking, then moaning. He was
watching late-night softcore porn on cable. I peeked
across the hall. There were no lights on in his
bedroom, but the door was open and the TV illuminated
the room enough that I could see his bare feet at the
end of the bed. I crept out into the hall, far enough
to see that he was asleep on top of the sheets,
wearing only a pair of boxer shorts.

I tiptoed into his bedroom to try and catch a glimpse
of the softcore porn on cable. It was a badly dubbed
European film with some leggy blond actress who kept
seducing men and women she encountered. I was
fascinated with all the boobs and pubic hair, but what
really got me going was seeing my dad's penis poking
out of his boxer shorts.

I stood next to his snoring body and dared myself to
touch it. I was only wearing tighty-whiteys and my own
erection was painfully tenting my underwear. I reached
out and touched the head of it with one finger,
keeping an eye on Dad's face to see if he would wake
up. His snoring didn't waver and he didn't flinch. I
held his cock in one hand, then both. I felt
lightheaded with lust, especially when his penis grew
in my hands. Soon he was fully erect and I was
stroking him like I stroked myself. I let go of his
heavy shaft a few times to watch it slap against his
belly, then I would resume stroking it. It felt so
wonderful in my hands.

At some point I noticed that Dad had stopped snoring
-- in fact, he was barely breathing. His eyes seemed
to be clenched tightly shut rather than just merely
closed for sleeping. I panicked and quietly but
quickly tiptoed out of his room. I spent an hour or so
jacking off in bed and when I finally sprayed cum all
over my torso, I didn't bother cleaning it up -- I
just went to sleep with my young seed cooling and
drying on my body.

My thoughts flashed back to those incidents as I
continued to follow Dad through the woods. He stepped
into a clearing and his flashlight was no longer a
white circle bouncing across brush and tree trunks,
but a single beam lancing across a flat, grassy area.
I stayed at the edge of the woods and watched as his
flashlight picked out a green tent, then a blue one.
Dad made his way across the campground (the
clothing-optional campground, I reminded myself) with
his flashlight picking out a path in front of him.

I continued to follow him at a safe distance. Soon a
campfire came into view -- there were obviously some
people sitting around it, too. As I got closer I
realized that the people weren't just sitting, they
were having sex.

There were three men crowded together right next to
the fire and two more standing around watching them.
All of the men seemed to be middle-aged adults except
one of the observers, who looked like he was only a
few years older than me (although now that I think
about it, he had to be at least eighteen, right?).

I was about twenty feet away, half-hidden behind a
tent, crouching down and peering at this scene. Dad
had moved up to stand next to the younger guy. I could
only see him from the back but it was clear that he
was masturbating. The younger guy glanced at Dad, then
did a double take and smiled before stepping over to
Dad and embracing him. They kissed passionately and I
could tell that they were also masturbating each
other. I had what felt like the biggest erection of my
entire life.

Dad and the teenager soon took a few steps away from
the fire. Dad fell to his knees in front of the boy
and began to suck his cock. The boy, who was about
five-eight, slender, and practically hairless, threw
his head back and moaned so loudly that I could hear
him from my hiding place. I shoved my shorts down to
my knees and began to jerk off slowly. All of my
vaguely sexual feelings about my Dad had suddenly
coalesced into undeniable, incestuous lust. I wanted
him to suck ME like that. I wanted him to kiss ME like
that. In short, I wanted him, and I was intensely
jealous that someone else was having him right in
front of me.

Dad soon stood up and pulled the boy to a picnic table
that was even further away from the fire. I could see
their bodies limned by the campfire's light but more
intimate details were invisible to me. It appeared
that Dad laid down on top of the picnic table and then
the boy laid on top of him. Were they making out
again? I had to get closer and see what was happening.

I realized I couldn't creep very carefully with my
shorts around my knees so I took them all the way off,
then decided I may as well take off my shirt too. Now
I was just as naked (and hard) as all of the men
around the campfire. I left my clothes by the side of
the tent where I had been hiding and moved towards the
picnic table in a low crouch.

When I got close enough to see what was happening, I
realized that Dad and the boy were in a 69. I could
just barely see Dad's face as the boy's cock plunged
down into his mouth. Dad's hands were gripping the
boy's buttocks above him and pulling them down with
each thrust. I felt another surge of lust and
jealousy.

I moved silently to the other end of the picnic table
where the boy's head was pistoning up and down over my
father's crotch. Dad's hairy shaft was engulfed and
released by this boy over and over again. One of the
boy's hands was caressing Dad's balls. The other arm
was thrown around and under Dad's leg so that the
boy's fingers could probe my father's buttocks. I
couldn't tell if the boy's fingers were actually
inserted or not.

I was still crouching down at eye level with the
picnic table and slowly masturbating myself, imagining
that it was me on top of my father in that glorious
69, when the boy came up off my father's penis and
looked directly at me.

I froze, terrified, but the boy simply grinned and
nodded, then resumed sucking -- but this time he
maintained eye contact with me. Somehow I realized
that I was in no danger, that this teenager enjoyed
having me as a witness, that he could have no idea
that I was his lover's son, and that there was no way
Dad could see me. I gradually stood upright and openly
jacked off, moving closer until I was right at the end
of the picnic table -- so close that I could have
brushed my father's feet with my elbows if I wanted
to.

When the boy came up off that hairy cock with a loud
slurp and angled it towards me as if to say "Want
some?" I could not resist. I leaned over and took my
father's cock into my mouth just as I had seen the boy
do, and moved my head up and down, savoring the flavor
and texture and scent of my father's thick, hard
penis. It must have been obvious that I was
inexperienced because the boy (with a grin on his
lovely face) took over for me after I stopped to gasp
for air. We took turns sucking that thing for several
minutes.

I was watching the boy take his turn when I heard the
boy's cock pop audibly out of Dad's mouth and Dad
murmured, "I want to fuck you." I crouched down and
moved backwards quickly until they were just a frantic
silhouette once more. I was sure Dad wouldn't
recognize me at this distance. The boy stood next to
the picnic table and leaned over its surface, and my
father moved behind him, spreading the boy's legs with
his hands and slapping the boy's ass a few times. Then
he eased himself inside the boy and both of them
groaned with pleasure.

I knew what anal sex was (what fourteen-year-old boy
doesn't?) and I knew that it was something that both
straight and gay people practiced, but I had never
witnessed it until now. I dared not move any closer,
so instead I sat back on the cool grass and
masturbated. My orgasm came quickly -- I sprayed semen
all over my thighs, belly and the grass around me --
but Dad and the boy continued fucking.

"Gonna cum inside you," Dad grunted, and the boy
responded with "Yes, yes, do it," and then a few
moments later Dad was growling and groaning and the
boy was gasping with pleasure. I decided that this
would be my best chance to make it back to my family's
campsite without being detected.

I had gone as far as the edge of the woods when I
realized that I had left my clothes behind. I turned
back to retrieve them but I saw Dad's flashlight
moving towards the trees. Too late. I hid, shivering
with fear, in the brush adjacent to the path. Dad
walked past me without hesitation and it wasn't until
the beam of his flashlight was no longer visible that
I felt safe creeping out from my hiding place and
returning to the nudist campground to retrieve my
clothes.

As I bent over to pick up my shirt and shorts, I heard
a soft voice: "Hey." I looked up, terrified, and saw
the outline of a tall man walking towards me from the
direction of the campfire.

"Uh, I was just getting my clothes," I stuttered.

"That's OK, you don't have to do that," the man said.
He kept walking towards me. I froze -- was this man
going to get me in trouble? I made a split-second
decision, grabbed my clothes, and walked quickly away.
I heard the man say "See you some other time" in a
wistful voice but I had no intention of returning to
him.

In the woods I hastily put my clothes back on and made
my way down the path back to our campsite. I could see
Dad, Mom and Tony sitting around our campfire. Mom was
still reading and Dad and Tony were laughing about
something.

I took a deep breath and walked casually into view.
"Hey," I said, in as normal a tone of voice as I could
muster.

"Hey," said Dad and Tony together. Tony gave me a
meaningful look, but Dad barely glanced at me.

"You go for a walk too?" Dad asked.

"Yeah," I said, "it was nice but kind of boring. I
think I'm going to take a shower and read something."

I gathered my towel and toiletries, then headed to the
campsite's bathroom area. I heard footsteps behind me
and turned to see Tony running to catch up. He was
clutching his own towel and toothbrush.

"What happened?" he said.

An older couple were walking towards us so I nudged
him with my elbow and murmured, "Tell you later."

"Oh, it must be pretty good then," Tony said with a
grin.

I managed to put him off until we were in a shower
stall together. This was not unusual for us -- we
enjoyed showering together and of course there was
some sex play involved, a fact that I believe our
parents were oblivious to. It had started when we were
much younger with normal "show me yours/show you mine"
and Truth or Dare games, and comparing boners, and led
naturally to mutual masturbation and eventually to
oral sex, 69, and anal sex. I wasn't surprised when
Tony was already hard in the camp shower stall, nor
was he shocked when my teenage cock began to rise to
attention.

He cupped my balls in his hand and stroked me with his
other hand as I returned the favor. Normally we would
be tonguing each other's mouths when jacking each
other off like this, but this time I leaned my head on
his shoulder and told him everything that had
happened. He stopped me several times to ask for
details (and to say things like "Bullshit!" "No way!"
"Are you SERIOUS?!" -- not to mention "Oh man, you
really got bitten" when he noticed all the bugbites
all over me -- and similar sentiments), but when I
finished the story he was wide-eyed and grinning.

"That's awesome," he finally said. "So Dad does all
this stuff too, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess a lot of guys do."

"You wanna do it now?"

Instead of replying I just pushed down on his
shoulders. Tony quickly knelt and began sucking my
cock. It felt fantastic as always. There had been a
lot of teeth-scraping in the beginning of our
brotherly affair but we had figured out the right way
to suck cock through trial and error.

Neither one of us had huge dicks by any means. Mine
was only four and three-quarters inches when erect and
Tony's was only three inches, but this just made oral
sex a lot easier. It was arousing to see Tony's nose
pressed against my pubic hairs, and it was also
thrilling for me to be able to take Tony's erection
and hairless scrotum into my mouth at the same time.

Tony had taken my cum in his mouth and throat several
times and swallowed without complaint (except for
twice when he accidentally gagged and choked, but
quickly recovered and actually apologized). This time
was no different. Tony could tell when I was ready
because my body tensed up, my eyes squeezed shut and I
gripped his shoulders -- that was his cue to slowly
withdraw his lips from my shaft until just the head
lay in his mouth, and then to tickle the sensitive
underside of my cock-head with his tongue until I
pulsed several gobs of semen into his mouth. He
swallowed quickly and stood up to display his rigid
erection.

That was my cue to turn around and bend over
dramatically in a near-squat with my knees bent and
legs spread so that he could get his boner into my
asshole. I was slightly shorter than normal for my age
so it wasn't too difficult for my brother to enter me.
What was difficult was keeping him inside of me --
because his erection was so small he couldn't really
fuck me vigorously, but he had enough control to
thrust a little bit and get himself off. It hardly
ever took long. Of course he couldn't cum yet but he
was able to work himself up to a dry orgasm, I guess.
When inserted, his penis felt just as good as my
finger (no pain, but not exactly an overwhelming
sensation, either).

When he was done we both washed ourselves carefully. I
was half-erect again and Tony played with me in a
casual way, but the shower was getting cold and we
didn't want to raise any suspicions by taking
overly-long showers together. Besides, I knew we would
fool around in the tent that night.

We cut off the shower and stepped out at the same
time. Dad was sitting on the bench in his shorts with
a towel around his neck and his toiletries kit in his
lap. The other shower stalls were occupied.

Dad gave us a big grin. "Still showering together,
eh?" he said. Tony blushed and turned away to get
dressed, but for some reason I just stood in front of
Dad, still nude, still semi-erect, and said "Yeah,
it's lots of fun."

Still grinning, Dad nodded at me, and then he
definitely glanced down at my penis for just a moment
before standing up and throwing his towel at my head.

"Hold that for a second," he said. I reached up,
yanked it off my face -- and saw Dad step out of his
shorts in front of me. He was also semi-erect. With
his toiletries kit in one hand, he tugged briefly at
his penis with the other, all while keeping his eyes
on my face.

"Gotta get cleaned up," he said. "You guys go on back
to the campsite."

I watched him as he stepped into the shower stall and
closed the thin plastic door. Despite his middle-aged
stockiness, he was quite attractive. I shook my head
to clear my thoughts and got dressed. Tony tapped me
on the back and I turned around.

"Look," my brother whispered, pointing at the shower
stall that my dad had just entered. Perhaps because it
was constantly exposed to moisture, the door was
slightly warped and did not fit well in its frame. A
sliver of light was visible at one edge.

Tony and I took turns peering through it. We could see
everything. Dad was simply washing himself off but I
immediately realized that, if he had wanted to, he
could have peered through this same crack and seen
Tony and I having sex.

I suddenly felt lightheaded. I tugged my brother's arm
and we left the bathroom to go back to camp.

Mom wasn't there when we arrived -- she was probably
showering too. We went into our tent and turned on the
rechargeable lantern that we kept inside. We took off
our shorts, sandals and T-shirts but left our
underwear on for appearances' sake, then crawled into
our thin sleeping bags and opened the books we'd
brought with us.

After a few close calls, Tony and I had vowed not to
engage in any sexual activity at bedtime unless we
were sure our parents had gone to bed already. Once I
had been under his sheets sucking his cock when I
heard his bedroom door open. Tony drew his knees up to
conceal my shape and I heard Mom ask him a few
questions before she left. Fortunately the light was
out so we were pretty sure she saw nothing, but a few
minutes later I had to invent an excuse for being out
of bed and naked when she saw me in the hallway
walking back to my bedroom. I made up something about
having to go to the bathroom and I think she bought it
but I wasn't sure. There was another time when we were
naked in my bed in a 69 at a time when we thought both
parents were out of the house. Without warning we
heard my father's heavy footsteps coming up the
stairs. Tony hid in my closet and I quickly pulled on
my underwear before Dad opened my door (we kids had no
locks on our doors) and asked if I had seen Tony. I
managed to stay nonchalant but my heart was beating a
mile a minute. Dad went back downstairs and Tony fled
to his room. It was incidents like these that made
Tony and I so cautious. Sure, our parents were used to
us showering together, but our bathroom doors at home
had locks on them so we felt safe doing that. I don't
know how I'd explain my brother and I being naked and
erect in the same bed, let alone having sex with each
other, so we always tried to avoid sexual activity as
long as we thought our parents were still awake.

By the light of the lantern, Tony and I conferred.

"You think Dad was watching us?" I whispered.

"He didn't say anything, did he?" Tony was just
worried about being in trouble.

"Nah, but don't you think he was acting weird?"

"No."

I thought about it for a moment. "Well, do you think
he would say anything if he had been watching us?"

Now it was Tony's turn to think. "Probably. I mean, I
don't know. Maybe he would have been mad?"

"But remember, he does the same stuff."

We both considered this.

"I wonder why he didn't just walk in on us, since he's
into it and all that," I said.

Tony shrugged. "Are you hard?"

"Yeah."

"Wanna do it?"

I gave him a look. "Not yet. Wait until Mom and Dad
are both in their tents with their light off."

"Oh yeah."

"Read your book," I said before turning away to read
mine. The conversation was over for now, but I
couldn't focus on my reading. I couldn't help but
wonder: if Dad WAS into gay sex, then he probably was
watching us, and he probably didn't say anything
because he didn't want to freak us out. Maybe he
thought that if he said something, we'd get scared and
stop doing it. The more I thought about it, the more
sense it made.

A disc of light bounced on our tent wall as Mom and
Dad walked into camp together. "... lot of bugs in
that bathroom," Mom was saying. "How was your shower?"

"The boys used most of the hot water, so I had to get
it over with pretty quickly."

I heard their tent flap unzip and the rattle of the
nylon rain cover as Mom and Dad settled in. Their
flashlight clicked off and their lantern clicked on.
Their voices sank to whispers and I could hear them
getting undressed.

"Boys, don't read for too much longer," Mom called a
few minutes later.

"Okay Mom," Tony and I called back in unison. We
opened our zipper a bit to look at their tent. Mom's
figure was silhouetted against their tent wall. She
was wearing her baggy sleep shirt and reading a book.
Dad was just a horizontal lump.

I felt Tony's hand slide into my underwear. I let him
grope and squeeze my ass while we watched my parents'
tent. If they got out we could easily arrange
ourselves to look innocent and sleepy or whatever.

Soon enough, Mom closed her book with an audible bang
and immediately turned off her lantern. "Good night
boys!" she called.

"Good night Mom!" we called back in unison. I reached
back to turn off our own lantern even while Tony was
pulling my underwear down and off. In the sudden
darkness I got on my hands and knees while Tony yanked
off his own underpants and then knelt behind me to
lick my ass.

We both enjoyed rimming each other but we both
insisted on doing it only after showers. Besides, we
had no lube (except suntan lotion which we quit using
after the first painful attempt), so rimming was a
good way for us to prepare for anal sex.

Like me, Tony was an enthusiastic ass-eater -- to the
point of making audible sucking, slurping and
lip-smacking sounds. I had to push his face away from
my buttocks a few times and remind him to keep down
the oral noises. Our tent was only about eight or ten
feet away from our parents' tent so we had to be as
quiet as possible.

Finally Tony knelt between my legs and inserted his
little cock quite easily in my asshole. He rested his
torso on top of my back and hugged me, then reached
under to stroke my penis and cup my balls while he
fucked me. It felt great -- so great that I had to
reach down and pull his hands away so I wouldn't cum
too quickly.

Sometimes when my brother has a dry orgasm it's easy
to tell. He shivers and sighs and then relaxes his
whole body for a few moments. This time he just gasped
once, then pulled out. The withdrawal was so abrupt
that my ass stung a little and I had to bite my lip to
refrain from exclaiming "Ouch!" or something similar.

I turned around and put my lips next to his ear. "You
done?"

He nodded and said "What do you wanna do?"

"Same thing."

"Okay."

My little brother turned around and got on his hands
and knees -- actually his knees and shoulders. His
face, chest and shoulders were pressed into his
sleeping bag, a position that we discovered makes anal
sex a lot easier for us (at least when I'm the top). I
crouched behind him and began worshipping his
delicious, hairless ass with my lips and tongue.

I licked, tongued, sucked and slurped his butt as
quietly as possible. I reached under and felt his
little boner just as big as it was before. I licked
his balls a few times but I didn't want to take his
dirty cock in my mouth.

Just as I positioned myself to enter him we heard my
father begin his usual loud snoring. We had to stifle
our giggles. We waited for Mom to shut him up but we
heard nothing from her -- she was probably already
asleep. I anointed my brother's asshole with lots of
saliva and then guided my cock into him gently, timing
my breathing with my father's snores so that my gasps
and moans would be effectively masked.

As good as Tony was at sucking my cock, fucking his
ass was even better. I had never fucked anyone else in
the ass so I had nothing similar to compare the
experience with, but I definitely preferred fucking
him to getting sucked by him. At age fourteen I was
capable of two to three orgasms per day (my record was
nine during a boring weekend at my grandmother's
house) and each one would take a little longer to
achieve. Because I had already cum once back in the
shower, I would be able to last longer while fucking
him in the tent. If I had fucked him first I would
have probably shot off within just a few minutes.
That's how tight and slick and hot his ass was.

Once I was firmly inside of him I pumped in and out a
few times but then I wanted to change position. I
pulled him up until his back was pressed against my
chest, then I slowly moved my legs around so that he
was more or less impaled in my lap. Then I laid back
on the sleeping bag and held his hips so that he could
get his legs underneath his body in a kind of squat.

Now he was mounted on top of me, facing away from me.
I liked this position because he could take me in
deeper. I also liked it because I could see more of
the actual fucking if there was a light on. Tony liked
being on top and in control. He could squat down and
take me completely inside him so that our balls were
touching, and he could raise up until just my cock
head was holding his sphincter open, and then he might
drop down quickly so that I would be crammed inside
him all at once. Typically he only did that when he
was well-lubed, though.

This time he surprised me by slowly rotating on top of
me until he was actually facing me. I could see the
flash of his smile in the darkness of the tent before
he leaned over and rested his head on my chest. I
squeezed him in a bear hug as I gently fucked his ass.
We allowed ourselves to moan and sigh in time with our
father's snores, and soon we were kissing hungrily as
our pace quickened. I could feel Tony's little boner
rubbing against my belly while we fucked and kissed.

Tony broke away from our liplock to ask "You gonna
cum?" Usually that was a sign that he was ready for me
to be finished.

I whispered "Yes" and then pulled his face to mine as
I increased my thrusts. Tony began emitting meek
little high-pitched gasps with every balls-deep inward
thrust. He pulled his head up and closed his eyes. I
could just barely make out the look of intense
concentration on his face -- I wondered what it must
be like to be filled up with cock like that.

It hit me: my father could fill me up with cock like
that. The thought set me off and I sprayed my cum into
my brother's bowels, both of us grunting and sighing,
trying to keep quiet and mostly failing. He fell onto
my chest and we hugged fiercely, then exchanged tender
kisses while my cock slowly went limp and soon slid
out of Tony with a discreet plop.

"That was so great," I whispered in his ear.

"Yeah," he whispered back as he rolled off of me.

I spooned up against his back with my cock pressed
between his buttocks. "I wonder what it would be like
to be fucked by Dad like that."

Tony half-shrugged and reached around to squeeze and
stroke my ass. "You think he would?"

"Maybe," I whispered, and started to come up with a
plan.

* * * * * * * * * *

At dawn the next morning I was awakened by the sound
of a tent zipper. I realized that Tony and I were both
still naked and I yanked my sleeping bag over our
bodies before I realized that it was my parents' tent
zipper, not ours. I quietly unzipped our tent flap a
bit and peered outside. It was Dad, dressed only in
boxers and walking toward the edge of our campsite.

I pushed the tent zipper open a little more so I could
see better. Dad took two steps into the trees and then
half-turned so that he was facing a young, thin birch.
Obviously half-awake, he fumbled at the opening in the
front of his boxers, and then I noticed that he had a
piss-hard. I belatedly realized that I did too.

I quickly found my underwear and yanked it on, then
quietly unzipped the tent and walked toward Dad. I
knew that my piss-hard was tenting my underwear. I
wanted him to see it. I wanted to see his expression
change, for him to compliment my cock, maybe offer to
hold it for me while I pissed.

But like I said, he was only half-awake. I was
standing next to him holding my cock in my hand before
he finally managed to get his own out. A few silent
moments passed while we both concentrated on pissing
with erections. He seemed to become aware of my
presence around the same time that his urine started
to flow.

He looked at my face, then down at my erection
clutched in my right hand. "Morning," he said, the
sleep still heavy in his voice. "Damn piss-hards."

"I know, I can't get it to go," I squeaked, my voice
breaking mid-sentence. I sounded like a little kid. My
effort to seem sexy and desirable had failed, I
figured.

Nonetheless my eyes were fixed upon his glorious
erection. Thick and hairy, it sprouted up at a proud
angle from the hole in his boxers where a dark thatch
of pubic hair was clearly visible. He actually let go
of it and it remained pointing up at about a
forty-degree angle, clear urine streaming noisily from
the slit in the smooth helmet.

I stared openly as his urine slowed. By the time he
finished pissing, his cock was only half-erect and I
could actually see the pulse of his blood abandoning
the shaft.

"Ahh," he sighed, and shook the last drops off the
tip. "Your turn."

Now it was my father's turn to stare openly at my
piss-hard. Just as his pulse had been visible in his
shaft, my rock-hard cock throbbed in time with my
heartbeat. I felt helpless and aroused and confused
and terrified all at once. I dared not look up into my
father's face, though I could feel his interested gaze
on my crotch. I squeezed and shook and bounced my
shaft with my hands, hoping that the piss would start.

After a very long, awkward silence -- which, upon
reflection, probably was only a matter of seconds --
my father put his own penis back into his boxers and
muttered "Good luck" before walking past me and
climbing back into his tent.

Freed from his gaze, I was finally able to relax and
urinate. I aimed so that my stream splashed into the
foamy puddle my dad had made. When I finally finished,
I was still hard, so I decided to go back to the tent
to see if Tony was awake and interested in fooling
around.

Unfortunately my brother was still asleep so I just
read my book. By the time Tony woke up, Mom and Dad
were both dressed and preparing breakfast. I pulled my
clothes on and got out of the tent before Tony did.

As we all ate granola bars, fruit and hard-boiled
eggs, Mom asked what everyone's plans were for the
day.

"I thought we were going swimming?" Tony asked.

"We can do that," Mom said.

"I might go on a hike later," I announced. Tony gave
me a curious look, Dad suddenly became interested in
examining his granola bar, and poor clueless Mom just
said "Where are you going to hike?"

"Haven't decided yet, but I'll probably pack some food
and water. I want to go on a long hike, you know?"

"Sounds good to me. Are you going to take Tony with
you?"

"Sure," I said, and Tony nodded.

"Well, I want to stay out of the sun and finish this
book, so I probably won't hike with you. But we should
all go swimming," Mom said.

"Suntan lotion first," Dad reminded us before eating
the last bite of his granola bar.

"Clean up after breakfast first," Mom corrected him.

* * * * * * * * * *

The beach was a five-minute walk away from the
campground. The ocean and the sky were both clear that
morning and all four of us had a fantastic time
splashing in the water. Dad threw Tony over the
breakers while I dove through them; Mom took pictures
with her waterproof camera. Once, while under water, I
yanked Dad's swim trunks down to his knees. When I
surfaced he said "Knock it off," but he was grinning,
and just a few minutes later he did the same thing to
me as I swam past him. I was going to laugh and taunt
him but I accidentally got a mouthful of seawater and
instead stood up coughing and choking in chest-high
water with my swim trunks around my knees. Dad and
Tony pounded me on the back and I managed to pull up
my trunks.

"Let's wash off the seawater before lunch," said Mom
as we headed back to camp.

"C'mon, Mom!" Tony whined, but I shot him a look. This
was going to fit in perfectly with my plan.

"Awww, c'mon Mom!" Dad said in a mocking voice. "The
boys use all the hot water so I have to take a
freezing shower!"

"Well, share a shower," Mom said casually. "If the
shower stalls are as big as the ones in the women's
bathroom, you could fit ten of you in there."

Tony and I exchanged looks again. I shrugged and
winked, pretending to be confident, but this had not
been my plan. Originally I wanted to set it up so that
Tony and I could fool around in the shower while Dad
waited outside the stall, and I was going to stay
close to the door so I could see if Dad was watching
us through the crack. But this threw me off. Would Dad
actually do or say anything in the shower with us?
What if Tony and I got hard? What if Dad got hard too?

Back at camp Mom grabbed her towel and clothes and
promptly headed to the shower. Tony and I dawdled so
much that Dad went to the shower without us. He seemed
a little disappointed.

As soon as Dad was out of earshot Tony said "Are we
gonna shower with him?"

I shrugged. "Why not? We've done it before."

"Yeah but not lately." Meaning, not since Tony and I
had started having sex in the shower.

"So what?"

"What if I get a boner?"

"What if DAD gets a boner?" I countered.

"What if YOU get a boner?"

Then I quickly told Tony what had happened that
morning when Dad and I had shown off our piss-hards.
At the end of the story I said "I'm going to shower
with Dad whether you're coming or not," and that was
that. We grabbed dry towels and a change of clothes
and headed for the showers.

There were two occupied stalls. I peered through the
one we had been in last night and saw an old man
washing his hair. Tony and I undressed and I opened
the other stall a crack. There was Dad, rinsing his
hair and smiling at us. His penis was half-erect. And
growing.

I stepped inside and smiled at him. After a moment's
hesitation, Tony came in and shut the stall door
behind him. I glanced back at Tony and saw that he was
cupping his crotch and not making eye contact. He
already had a boner, poor kid. My own cock was
half-hard and Dad was well on his way to a full-blown
erection.

"Need some soap?" Dad said casually and tossed his bar
of Dial at me. I fumbled it and the soap fell next to
Tony's feet. He turned and bent to pick it up, giving
us a nice view of his nether pink pucker.

"Anyone ever tell you not to bend over to pick up the
soap?" Dad chortled. Tony looked up shyly and saw that
both Dad and I were sporting full erections. Slowly,
he took his hand away from his crotch to reveal his
boner.

"Good, healthy boys," Dad said, holding out his hand
for the soap. Tony stepped closer and handed it to
him.

"You get wet while I wash off Tony," Dad said to me,
stepping out of the water stream. I stepped into his
place and rinsed myself but did not take my eyes off
Tony and Dad.

Dad stood behind Tony, so close that I was certain his
erection must be pressing into Tony's back, and began
soaping Tony's chest and arms. As he moved lower on
Tony's body I made eye contact with my brother. We
grinned at each other. I began to stroke my own
erection.

Dad's hand brushed Tony's cock once, twice, three
times with the soap, and when Tony reacted by leaning
back and opening his legs a bit, Dad reached down and
cupped Tony's cock in his hand. Both of them looked
over at me. Tony's mouth was open with surprise and
pleasure; Dad looked dead serious.

"Not a word to anyone," Dad said quietly, and I
nodded. I don't know what my expression was like but I
must have looked like I was really into it -- I was
masturbating right in front of them -- because Dad
started to stroke Tony's cock.

Tony reached back and must have grabbed Dad's cock or
something because Dad closed his eyes and pressed his
face against Tony's neck for a few moments. When he
looked at me again there was burning lust in his eyes.

"Come here," he said in that same low, serious voice.
I knew what he wanted and I stepped closer, letting my
cock lead the way.

Dad grabbed my dick and began to stroke me with his
soapy hand. It felt fantastic. I moved even closer and
reached around to grope Dad's ass. I slid my hand
around his waist and seized his rigid penis. I could
feel Tony's fingers exploring this shaft and balls.

Dad turned Tony around so we were all facing each
other in a tight little circle and groping each
other's cocks. We heard the shower in the adjacent
stall squeak to a stop. The door opened, the old man
cleared his throat a few times, and within a few
minutes we heard the bathroom door open and close.

As soon as the door banged shut Dad murmured "Oh my
God, boys" and dropped to his knees. He shoved us both
backwards so that the still-warm shower rinsed the
soap from our bodies, then he engulfed my cock in his
mouth while continuing to jerk off Tony.

The feeling of my father's mouth on my penis was
incredible. As good as Tony was, Dad was ten times
better at cocksucking. It felt even better than
fucking my brother's ass. Dad's mouth created a warm,
soft vacuum that tickled my nerve endings, and his
tongue lapped and slurped at my shaft as it slid
between his lips.

The good feeling didn't last too long as Dad let go of
my cock with a loud pop and turned to suck my
brother's cock. Tony closed his eyes, shivered, and
placed both hands on Dad's head. Dad didn't even bob
up and down on Tony's dick but sucked the whole thing,
scrotum and all, into his mouth. I could see his jaw
working as his tongue bathed his youngest son's
genitals.

Dad stopped long enough to look up at Tony and
whisper, "Can you cum yet?" When Tony shook his head,
Dad looked at me and I nodded quickly before he could
even ask. He sucked me again, taking my entire shaft
down to the balls effortlessly, allowing my cockhead
to languish briefly in his throat, then pulling away
until just the head was trapped between his lips. I
had never been deepthroated before and the sensations
were unbelievable.

Tony gasped and took a step forward; I noticed Dad's
hand on his buttocks and figured that he was fingering
Tony's asshole. Dad took me all the way into his mouth
before sliding his big index finger up my ass too.
When he rubbed his fingertip against my prostate, I
gasped and held his face tight against my crotch
before shooting a thick load onto his tongue and down
his throat.

When I finished I was completely weak-kneed. Dad
pulled his finger out of me and allowed me to sink to
the floor in the shower before turning to Tony and
continuing to suck his little boner. I watched them
for a few moments as I caught my breath, then I
realized that Dad's massive erection was still
pointing up fiercely, proudly, demanding attention.

I got on my hands and knees on the hard, cold shower
tile and backed up until my ass pressed against Dad's
thigh. Dad stopped sucking Tony long enough to see
what I wanted, then emitted an animal grunt as he
repositioned me in front of his body.

"Soap," he snarled at Tony, who picked up the Dial bar
and handed it to my father. I felt the nearly-new
bar's edges and surfaces against my asshole as Dad
rubbed it around my ass crack. He pressed one corner
against my hole and I relaxed to admit it; satisfied,
Dad dropped the Dial bar and shoved his cock head
against my ass instead.

Getting fucked up the ass by my father was a
completely different experience from taking my
brother's cock. As the big head slipped past the first
sphincter, then the second, bright silver stars
exploded in my vision and I gasped with pain/pleasure.
Now I knew how my brother felt the first time I
entered him, back when he was eight and I was twelve.
We had been in a 69 on my bed and without a word I got
up, arranged him on his hands and knees, and tongued
him thoroughly before entering him. My cock was
smaller back then but so was my brother, and when he
tried to describe the complementary sensations of pain
and pleasure I didn't know how to imagine them. Now I
knew.

Once Dad's cock was buried balls-deep in me, he made
Tony stand over me so that he could continue to suck
Tony's cock while fucking my asshole. He was gentle
with me at first, but soon he was really pounding me
and I could feel his cock hitting some kind of bend or
obstruction in my ass, and the hot twinge of sensation
was more pleasure/pain, and the silver stars flashed
behind my eyes again and again as my father fucked me.

I looked back over my shoulder and could only see my
brother's thigh and part of Dad's head and shoulder as
he frantically fucked and sucked us. One hand gripped
my waist and the other was planted in the small of my
brother's back. Suddenly Dad pushed Tony aside and
seized me with both hands. I was thrilled and
terrified by the animal look of lust in my father's
face as he snarled "I'm fucking cumming in you!" in a
guttural voice I'd never heard before, right as I felt
his incredible cock expand and shoot long trails of
seed into my body.

I pulled myself off his cock as soon as he let me go.
My ass was burning and throbbing -- and I loved it. I
crawled under the shower and let the cooling water
splash across my body. Dad was in a crouch, squeezing
the last few drops of cum from his cock, staring at me
and Tony, shaking his head slowly, breathing slowly
and loudly.

After a few minutes Dad helped me to my feet and we
showered together in silence. When we finally emerged
from the shower stall, Tony was still fully erect and
I was starting to get a boner again, but Dad's meat
was shriveled and indifferent. All he said before
exiting the bathroom was, "I think the three of us
should go on that hike after lunch."

* * * * * * * * * *

Sure enough, after lunch Mom announced her intention
to read her book in the shade and Dad said he would
take me and Tony on a hike. We gathered our water,
snacks, bug spray and suntan lotion in near-silence,
speaking to each other only when we needed to. Once we
were out of sight of the tents, Dad put his arms
around our shoulders and hugged us.

"How long have you guys been doing this?" Dad asked.
"I saw you in the shower the other day."

"Since I was eleven," I said.

"Tony was seven?"

"No, eight," Tony corrected him. "It was after my
eighth birthday sleepover."

As we walked down the trail, we explained that one of
Tony's friends had initiated him into the "show me
yours/show you mine" game, along with Truth or Dare,
and that Tony had played the games with me. Dad asked
us what we had done together and we went down the
list: mutual masturbating, oral, 69, rimming, anal.

"Christ, this is getting me hard," Dad said as we
finished our story. He stopped on the trail and pulled
out his hard cock in front of us. Tony and I both
grabbed it right away, and I leaned forward to lick
the head.

"Ah, not here, not here," Dad said quickly, stuffing
his meat back inside his shorts. "Walk with me a
little further and we can mess around in peace."

"So how did you get started?" I asked Dad as we
walked. I suspected we were headed for the private
nudist camp.

"Long story," said Dad. "Sure you wanna hear it?"

Tony and I both insisted on the full story and all the
details.

"Okay, lemme think," Dad said, and then began:

"I think I was probably around Tony's age when I
started. Not your age now, Tony, but your age when you
two started doing it. Probably eight or so. There was
a neighbor kid, Alvin, who was about my age. Somehow
we had found out that there were people who took off
their clothes while music played --"

"Strippers," I said.

"Yeah. So we thought it would be cool to try that. So
we put on some records and danced and stripped for
each other a lot. And the first few times we were both
hard, and I don't know who touched who first but we
figured out that touching each other felt good."

"What did you do with him?" I wanted to know.

"Started by just touching each other, then kissing.
First kissing with our mouths, you know, then we would
kiss each other's dicks. We didn't think to suck each
other until we heard one boy call another boy
'cocksucker' at school, and even then we didn't know
what to do. We sucked each other like lollipops or
vacuums. It felt good, yeah, but we weren't going it
right."

Dad was quiet for a few minutes. Tony said "Is that
all?"

"No, no, I was just trying to remember the next boy's
name. He was a kid from school -- must have been fifth
or sixth grade by then. Chris? No. Kevin? Keith?
Something like that. Carson! That was it. Anyway,
Alvin and I fooled around for a long time, and we
would joke around with other boys but nothing would
ever happen."

"Joke around how?" I asked.

"You know ... strip poker, playing doctor, etc. We saw
some kids' boners and touched them sometimes but that
was it. Oh Christ, there was this kid Bryan Janssen in
fourth grade who was hung like a horse. He let me and
Alvin play with his dick for a while one night, but
then he never invited us over again."

"What about Carson?"

"Oh yeah, Carson. So in sixth grade, somewhere around
there, we met this kid Carson who was into it, you
know? The first time we suggested strip poker Carson
was really into it, and he got naked first and he was
hard and everything, and it was his idea to fool
around so Alvin and I just got right into it with him.
Carson was a stocky kid, kind of chubby, but a really
nice dick, and he knew how to really, you know, have
oral sex. He'd seen some films or something, I guess
old eight millimeter porn loops, that his father or
grandfather had or something. So Carson taught us how
to do it right. We would have, you know, three ways
and all that."

We passed the "GO LEFT TO STAY IN STATE FOREST.
PRIVATE PROPERTY TO RIGHT" sign. Dad walked to the
right without stopping his story or offering an
explanation and Tony and I followed.

"This lasted up through eighth grade, we were all
cumming by then, Alvin and Carson and me. We spent a
lot of time together. Spent the night at someone's
house almost every weekend during the school year and
lots during the summer breaks. Alvin got a girlfriend
right at the end of eighth grade so he quit hanging
out with me and Carson, and Carson ended up going to a
high school across town, so once I was in high school
I pretty much quit doing it with kids my age."

Dad let the story hang there for a moment. We rounded
the bend and came to the "PRIVATE PROPERTY. JENKINS
CAMPGROUND. MUST HAVE WRISTBAND FOR ACCESS" sign. Dad
ignored it and kept walking, so we did too.

"You said you quit doing it with kids your age?" I
began.

Dad nodded. "Yeah."

"So were you doing it with older or younger kids after
that?"

He looked over at me with a smile on his face.
"Neither. With adults."

"Whoa, really?" Tony said.

"Well, back in those days, there was a park near my
house that was kind of well known for being a gay
hangout. I mean, kids would call each other gay if
they were even seen in that park. Once, back when
Carson and Alvin and I were all doing it regularly, I
was alone one weekend for some reason, can't remember
what, and decided to go hang out at the park to see if
all this 'gay' shit was true. Turns out it was."

"What happened?"

"Well ..." Dad let the word trail off as we came to
the last sign: "JENKINS CAMPGROUND. CLOTHING OPTIONAL.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED."

"Okay, let's go a little past this sign." We followed
Dad to a small clearing in the woods where he
immediately began to take off his clothes. I stripped
down to my sandals and Tony did the same.

"Come here, boys," Dad breathed, and when all three of
us embraced in the nude it was a wonderful feeling.
Our hard cocks were rubbing against our bodies, we
were sweaty, a breeze was blowing against us, the sun
was warm on our backs and shoulders.

Dad reached down and tilted my head up to his face for
a full blown passionate kiss. Tony started to
masturbate both of us while we made out, but when Tony
began sucking me I had to pull away.

"I don't want to cum too soon," I whispered, and Dad
grinned.

"You can suck me, Tony," he said, and pulled me closer
to him so we could keep kissing while Tony sucked him.

My hands were all over both of them -- Dad's ass,
Tony's shoulders, Dad's arms, Tony's head. I placed my
fingertips on Dad's shaft so I could feel Tony's
clinging lips as they slid up and down. I fingered
Dad's ass while he fingered mine.

"Gonna cum?" I whispered at one point when Tony was
still sucking Dad and we were still fingering each
other.

"Not for a while," he replied.

"Let us both suck you while you finish your story," I
suggested.

We brushed the rocks and sticks out of the clearing so
Dad could lay on his back and spread his legs. Tony
and I took turns sucking his cock and licking his
balls while Dad continued his story.

"Where was I? Oh yeah. The park. So I wandered around
there for a while and eventually saw this older guy
walk into a wooded area by himself. I followed him in
and at the beginning he turned around and looked at
me, like he was making sure that I was following him.
Then he walked off the path into the woods and I kept
-- oh God, boys, that feels so good!"

Tony had taken one of Dad's balls into his mouth and
was sucking gently on it. I was digging my tongue into
Dad's piss slit, trying to get at the flavor of his
pre-cum.

"So I kept following him. And he was in a clearing,
kind of like this one, with his cock out. It was hard,
so hard, and big. It looked amazing. I just stood
there and looked at him and he started to jack off. He
said 'Take it out,' and I was scared but really
fucking horny, and so I pushed my shorts and underwear
down so he could see my boner, and then he walked over
to me and sat down and actually sucked my cock. I came
in his mouth so quickly -- "

Tony stopped licking Dad's shaft and said "You could
cum in seventh grade?"

"Oh God, don't stop, Tony. Yes, I could, not much, but
I could. And then he wanted me to do the same to him,
and I did, and oh God, boys, there was so much cum, so
much fucking cum! And I loved it, I swallowed as much
as I could. And then this old guy actually gave me ten
bucks and said he would be in the park every day at
four o'clock looking for me! And I was so excited but
scared, too, and really ashamed in a weird way, and so
I never went back to the park."

I pulled my mouth of my father's cock long enough to
say "Until high school?"

"Right," he said, gasping as I sucked his penis back
into my mouth. "Until high school. I went back out of
desperation and that old man wasn't there but a bunch
of other adult men came to the park all the time, and
that was where I learned so much about fucking and
sucking, rimming and watersports ..."

"What's watersports?" Tony asked.

I let my dad's cock pop out of my mouth again. "That's
where people pee on each other," I said.

"Ewww!"

Dad and I laughed. "You ever done it before?" Dad
asked.

"No. I mean, Tony is pretty much the only person I've
done this with. I've peed on myself in the bathtub
before."

"You like it?"

I shrugged and licked his cock. "It was fun."

"It's a lot of fun," Dad said enthusiastically. "I
mean, I don't really like getting peed on --"

"Ewww!" said Tony again.

"Come on, dude, you're licking Dad's balls and you're
saying 'eww' to pee?"

"It just sounds gross, man," Tony said defensively.

"Well, after you've just cum in some guy's mouth, it
feels really good to piss in his mouth right
afterwards while he swallows it," Dad explained.
"Don't knock it til you try it, Tony."

"You've never drank it?" I asked.

"Nah. Well, once, I was sucking this guy who was
probably in college or something -- younger guy -- and
in the middle of it he started pissing with a hard-on,
which as you know is very difficult," Dad said with a
wink.

"But not impossible," I replied.

"Right. So I wasn't expecting it, and it was really
sour and stale and smelly, like beer piss, and I
nearly puked. I guess I could try it again if I was
expecting it and the piss was clear and sweet or
something."

I sat up and gripped my hard cock, waving it in Dad's
direction. "Want to try it now?"

"No, but I do want to do something else," Dad said.
"Tony, come here and squat over my face."

Tony obeyed, lowering his hips until his asshole was
just an inch or two from Dad's mouth. Dad sucked and
licked Tony's asshole for a while, then said to me,
"Now, I want to fuck you ... get on top of me."

"Use your spit," Dad said as I squatted over his hard
cock. I spat in my hand and rubbed my asshole a few
times, and when I pressed my father's saliva-slick
cock head against my hole, I felt confident that I
could take it.

As I lowered myself onto him he thrust upwards with
his hips, entering me a bit too quickly. I gasped and
flinched, and his cock popped out of me. The second
time around Dad managed to control himself and I was
able to slowly lower my ass onto his hips so that he
ended up balls-deep inside me once more.

"Jesus God in Heaven, that feels amazing," Dad
breathed. "And your brother's asshole is so sweet."

Instead of replying, I leaned forward and embraced my
brother. We kissed and stroked each other's bodies
while my father fucked me and tongued my brother. Our
hands slid down our torsos to fondle each other's hard
cocks.

Dad was reduced to nonverbal grunts, moans and growls
as he licked and sucked Tony's asshole. I allowed
myself to gasp loudly while I writhed on Dad's cock.
We were making quite a bit of noise.

"Move, Tony," Dad ordered, and Tony scuttled to one
side. Dad grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down to
him so our lips and tongues could meet. I loved the
feel of his stubble on my face and his firm hand on
the back of my neck as his manhood thrust in and out
of me over and over again. He rubbed my back and
stroked my hair while we kissed and fucked, and soon
he stiffened and grunted, then roared as he filled me
with his daddy-seed for the second time.

He hugged me so tightly that I could barely breathe,
then we exchanged a final, passionate kiss before I
rolled off of him.

"I gotta pee, Daddy," said Tony, and my father smiled.

"Piss on my cock, son. Wash all that filth off for
me."

Tony stood next to Dad, forcing his little boner to
point down at Dad's crotch, straining and grunting,
then finally releasing a thin stream of piss across
Dad's limp cock. Dad moaned and grinned and writhed
under the warm flow.

"How about you?" Dad said to me when Tony finished.
"Got any hot piss for your Daddy?"

I stood up slowly -- my knees were still weak -- and
aimed my semi-hard cock at my father's body. It took
several seconds of concentration, but soon there was a
squirt, then a stream, then a steady river of piss
splashing all over my father's chest and stomach. Dad
moaned with pleasure again and used his hands to rub
my piss into his hairy torso.

"My turn," Dad said when I finished. He stood up and
held his member with three fingers. "Who wants it?"

"Me." I stood in front of him and held my cock out as
if to say: Baptize it.

Dad immediately hosed my cock with a strong stream of
pale urine. The feeling was amazing -- all that hot
liquid straight from my father's beautiful cock onto
mine. I became completely hard and even started to
jack off under that wonderful spray of piss. It was so
thrilling that as soon as my father finished pissing
on me I was bucking my hips and shooting white ropes
of sperm onto my father's cock and abdomen. Dad made
those animal sounds of lust again as he quickly knelt
and sucked my cock until I was completely limp.

We all kind of stood around and caught our breath for
a moment. We were standing in a puddle of piss-soaked
dirt -- mud, really -- and when Tony started flexing
his toes and making funny squishing sounds, Dad and I
followed suit. We were laughing and hugging and
kissing, and then Dad said we should go to the nudist
campground and wash off before heading back to our own
campsite.

We walked onto the campground. Dad warned us that we
might see some "action" as we headed for the showers.
We walked past the picnic table where I had seen Dad
in action the other night. I considered mentioning
this to Dad but decided not to. There were lots of
nude men walking around and most of them were eyeing
us. A couple of them had erections and were openly
stroking them as we walked by. Tony and I mostly kept
our eyes averted, but we both sneaked glances at the
men around us.

I saw some kids around the camp, too -- a lean
teenager who may have been the guy Dad was playing
around with the other night; a couple of boys riding
tricycles who were around Tony's age; and a girl
probably two years younger than me who was laying on a
bright blue beach towel and reading a book. I wondered
if the younger kids had any awareness of the sex acts
that seemed to be prevalent at this campground, or if
their parents tried to keep them in blissful
ignorance.

In the shower we washed off the dirt and cum and piss
residue. Of course we managed to turn it into a
three-way grope, with Dad fondling our cocks while we
"washed" his penis thoroughly. Tony and I took turns
sucking Dad and I kept glancing at the shower curtain
to make sure we weren't being watched. Dad didn't seem
worried about it, though.

After several minutes Dad eased us off his cock and
explained that he wouldn't be able to cum again so
quickly. He asked if we were ready to walk back to our
camp.

"Um ..." I pointed at all of our erections. "Won't
people, like, look at us funny if we walk out of here
with hard-ons?"

"Nah, not at this campground," said Dad confidently,
shutting off the water. "Oh, they'll look at us. You
can count on that. But they won't be, you know, angry
or shocked or anything."

"So, there are other families who do this stuff here?"

"I'm pretty sure that there are." Dad yanked aside the
shower curtain. Standing outside our shower was a
nude, deeply tanned elderly man with aviator
sunglasses, pierced nipples and a thin gold chain. He
was playing with his thick but flaccid shaved cock as
we walked out. He and Dad exchanged nods but that was
it. We kept walking.

Dad nodded at the two boys still riding tricycles. "I
wouldn't be surprised if their dads brought them here
to do similar stuff," he murmured.

"What about their moms?" asked Tony.

Dad shrugged. "I guess a lot of moms aren't really
into this stuff."

I glanced at Dad. "Is Mom?" It was the obvious
question.

He shrugged again. "Hard to say, really." He stopped
speaking for a moment as we walked past a group of
nude adult men sitting around a cooler full of beer.
The men stopped their conversation and acknowledged us
with nods and brief waves as we walked by.

"To tell you the truth, boys, your mother knows I'm
bisexual and she approves. We came to this campground
because we knew this nudist place was next door. At
some point during this vacation we were going to come
over here together so your mother could watch me play
around with some of these guys."

We were back in the woods at the place we had stashed
our clothes. As we got dressed, Dad continued to
speculate out loud.

"I can't say she would approve of me fooling around
with you boys, but I can't say she would disapprove
either. There have been times where she's made some
pretty lewd comments about you," he explained, nodding
at me, "when she's seen you naked or whatever."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, really. Also, I have to admit, I knew about
you guys before you told me."

"You did?" asked Tony.

"Yep!"

I caught on. "Because Mom saw us?"

"Yep!" Dad said again. "One night when you guys were
fooling around together with your door shut. Your
mother realized she left her garden gloves out in the
flowerbed and so she put on her robe and went outside.
She got her gloves and saw you guys through the
window."

"What were we doing?"

Dad grinned. "You guys were in a 69, rimming and
sucking each other, and then Tony fucked you on your
back."

"Oh man ..." I sighed. "So she told you immediately?"

"Yep," said Dad. We were all dressed now and heading
back to our campsite. "We had some amazing sex that
night."

"Sounds like Mom wouldn't mind hearing about us," I
said.

"Well, we've talked about it before, but in the past
she's always said that fantasy is fine but reality is
trickier. There may be a way to convince her, though."

"You mean we would have sex with both you and Mom?"
Tony piped up.

"Yes," Dad and I both said.

"Cool!" said Tony.

"Tell you what boys. Let me think about it. Let's not
talk about it any more because we're almost back at
camp. We're still at this camp until next week, so
I've got plenty of time to come up with something. You
boys let me know if you come up with anything, OK?"

"OK," Tony and I both said.

"Gimme a hug." We did.

"I love you guys," Dad said, squeezing us tightly.
"This has been so amazing and I'm so happy right now."

"Me too, Dad," I murmured.

"Me too," said Tony.

"Okay." He let us go. "Keep quiet about this, all
right? Just for now. Let's go back to camp. It's
almost time for dinner."

* * * * * * * * * *

When we got back to camp Mom was nowhere to be seen.
Dad declared that the afternoon's activities had left
him exhausted and he crawled into his tent for a nap.
I thought a nap sounded like a good idea so I got into
our tent, but Tony said he was going to go off and
look for something to do.

It was difficult to sleep in the afternoon heat
despite the shade provided by the tent, but I
eventually fell asleep anyway. When I woke up it was a
bit cooler outside. I could hear Mom, Dad and Tony
talking a few feet away from our tent. It sounded like
they were talking about going to the beach again.

"We just went to the beach this morning," Tony whined.

"Do you want to go hiking instead?" asked Dad.

In the calm, clipped tone of voice that she used
whenever she had already made up her mind, Mom said,
"I want to go swimming again."

"Well, I have an idea," said Dad. "Why don't we go to
a different beach?"

Immediately I knew what Dad had in mind.

"You want to drive to a different beach?" Mom said.

"No, but there is another beach within walking
distance ... a less crowded beach that actually has
more sand and fewer rocks."

There was a pause, and then Mom murmured, "Ah hah.
THAT beach."

"Sure, why not?" Dad said.

"But the whole point of going to another beach is so
that the kids won't be bored."

"Let's ask them."

"Ask us what?" said Tony.

I climbed out of our tent. "Yeah, ask us what?" I was
the picture of innocence with my raised eyebrows and
questioning look. Dad grinned at me.

"All right, boys. There is another beach nearby, a
beach that's actually nicer than the beach at this
campground. I know you guys are bored with the beach
and all that, so I thought maybe we could go to this
one. Problem is ..."

"Yeah?" Tony said.

"It costs money?" I pretended to guess.

"It's a nude beach," my mother said, positive that
we'd refuse.

"Oh," said Tony, and then a moment later: "Oh!"

I shrugged. "So what? I think it'd be nice to get a
tan without tan lines."

Dad's grin reappeared. "Sounds like the boys don't
mind, honey."

Now it was Mom's turn to shrug. "Okay with me if it's
okay with them."

"Cool!" Tony shouted and started to peel off his
shorts.

"Not yet, Tony," said my dad, chuckling. "We have to
walk to the beach first."

"Get towels and sunscreen, guys," Mom said, putting on
her sunglasses. "I'll bring a bag for our clothes.
Honey, is there any ice left in the cooler?"

And so we set off for the nudist campground once
again.

Dad knew the way. He and Mom walked in front, lugging
the cooler between them, while Tony and I brought up
the rear with a bag full of towels and suntan lotion.
I could hear snippets of their conversation -- Mom
wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea and Dad was
assuring her that everything would be fine. He
complimented her body a few times and patted her ass
more than once. Eventually Mom smiled at him and the
issue seemed to be settled at last.

When we got to the campground, Dad veered off to the
left toward a decrepit wooden sign with the word
"BEACH" printed on it in flaking yellow letters, but
before we went down the path beyond the sign Dad put
the cooler down and turned around to face us.

"Technically we're in the nudist campground now, so we
should go ahead and undress," Dad said, immediately
stripping off his swim trunks. I pretended to be
embarrassed for Mom's sake. Tony got naked before any
of us and tossed his clothes into our bag. I stripped
slowly, trying to gauge Mom's reaction out of the
corner of my eye, but when she said "Hurry up,
slowpoke. We've all seen you naked before," I looked
up and saw that she was already naked except for her
beach shoes.

I averted my eyes in order to avoid staring openly at
Mom's breasts and well-trimmed cunt. I'd never been
one of those boys who rummages through Mom's underwear
drawer, so I had no idea what size they were in terms
of B or C cup or whatever, but they seemed substantial
-- like more than a handful apiece. There was some
sag, but since she had breastfed both me and my
brother that was to be expected. She had a round
belly, wide hips and thighs, and muscular calves. She
was gorgeous.

I slid my shorts off and tossed them into the bag,
then glanced up at Mom. I couldn't see her eyes
through her sunglasses but she seemed to be looking at
me. I grinned at her and she grinned back, and then we
were off again, walking down the path to the beach.

This beach was smaller but nicer than the beach at the
previous campground. There were fewer rocks and debris
on the beach and it was bordered by high, steep hills
on both sides, making it rather like a small cove. It
was about the length of three football fields from one
hill to the other.

There were plenty of nude men on the beach. I saw some
erections on the sunbathers and a few of them glanced
our way. There was another family on the beach -- a
bronzed young man and woman with dark brown hair who
were sitting several feet from the ocean's edge and
watching their little nude daughter, who must have
been four or five years old, cavort in the surf.

Mom and Dad spread out our towels and set down the
cooler about ten yards behind and to the right of that
couple. They reclined on the spread towels while Tony
and I ran down to the ocean.

We both dove into the breakers and surfaced gasping
and laughing. The water was cold.

"What do you think is gonna happen?" Tony asked.

"I dunno," I shrugged. "Dad's got a plan."

Just then Dad called to us. "Boys! Come back here,
please!"

He and Mom were both sitting up on the towels. Mom was
holding the bottle of sunscreen. Maybe this was part
of Dad's plan.

When we walked up to them Mom said "We forget to put
on sunscreen. Here," and she aimed the bottle at me. I
put out my hand and she gave me a generous dollop,
then gave Tony some too.

"Give me some," said Dad. She did, then squirted a
splash of sunscreen into her own palm.

We rubbed the coconut-scented lotion into our
shoulders, arms and upper torso. I watched Dad rub it
into his cock, turning his half-erection into a full
mast hard-on. I watched Mom rub it gently into her
breasts and when she finished her nipples were
noticeably erect. I felt myself start to get hard.

"Come here, Tony," Mom said. "You never do this
right."

She rubbed lotion all over his back and ass, quick and
businesslike, then her hands stole around to the front
of his hips and swiped across his little erect cock.
Mom giggled nervously and said, "I don't ever think
I've felt a hairless one."

"I like yours that way," Dad murmured to her and Mom
giggled again.

I glanced down at her lap. She was sitting with her
legs crossed and her neatly shaved labia were quite
visible underneath the square of pubic hair on her
mons. When I looked back up at her she was smiling at
me.

"Your turn," she said.

Despite my nervousness I stepped forward so that my
erect cock was just a few feet from her face. Her
smile became bigger and she shook her head ruefully.

"Getting to be a big boy, aren't you?" she said. "Turn
around."

I obeyed. She rubbed lotion all over my back, but when
she came to my ass she took more time than really
necessary, kneading my buttocks and parting them so
she could run her slick thumb down my crack. I
shivered and gasped when her thumb passed slowly over
my asshole, and when it passed over again I felt the
end of her thumb slide inside for just a moment. Then
she did the same thing to me that she did to Tony --
she swiped her hands around my hips to the front of my
body and held my hard cock and balls in her hands,
then stroked and rubbed my genitals.

"Got to get all the lotion in there," she murmured.

"Yeah," said Dad in a low voice, "we're at a nude
beach now so we need to get that suntan lotion all
over your bodies."

She released me suddenly. I turned around and we all
stood there for a moment, hesitating, preoccupied with
the thought that we may have crossed a boundary beyond
which there was no turning back. Then Dad told us to
go play in the water. As Tony and I walked away I
glanced back and saw Dad openly masturbating his big
hairy cock. Mom was grinning at him and squirting
suntan lotion into her hands.

We walked past the young couple who were still sitting
side by side on their towels. The woman looked at us
with her dark eyes and noticed our erections. She
whispered something to her husband who also turned to
look. I felt embarrassed but also excited.

Tony and I splashed, dove and swam for a while. We
found a sandbar further out past the breakers and
stood on it to rest.

"Where are Mom and Dad?" Tony said, shading his eyes
with his hand as he stared at the beach. I looked back
there and saw our towels and cooler but not our
parents.

"There," I said, pointing towards the woods and the
path back to the campground. Mom and Dad were holding
hands and entering the woods.

"They're going to go fuck," I said, diving into the
water and swimming for shore without waiting for Tony.
When I reached the edge of the surf I stood up and
looked back -- he was right behind me.

"We gonna watch?"

"Yeah," I said, sprinting towards the tree line.

Two men were also walking towards that path and
arrived at the trail head at the same time we did. One
was an older man, possibly in his fifties, with
salt-and-pepper hair and beard and a thick bush
surrounding a half-hard cock. The other was the same
lean teenager I had seen at the nudist camp before,
the one who may have been fucking around with Dad the
other night. The teen was completely hard and
completely shaven bare.

"Where are you guys going?" the older man said with a
paternal grin.

"For a walk?" I guessed.

Both the older man and teenager smiled. "Us too," the
teenager said. "Want to come with us?"

The thought was tempting. My head quickly filled with
all kinds of interesting scenarios -- me and the teen
taking turns sucking the old man while Tony reamed us,
or the old man and the teen fucking me and Tony at the
same time, and so on and so forth -- but Tony and I
were on a mission and could not be swayed.

"Not today," I said. "We gotta go."

Tony and I walked quickly into the woods. We could
hear the amused voices of the old man and the teenager
behind us, but when I looked back I couldn't see them.
They had already stepped off the path for their
liaison.

"There!" Tony whispered, grabbing my arm and pointing.

Far off the path to our right I could see through the
dense trees part of my mother's torso. She was leaning
forward against a tree and her body was moving
rhythmically. I guessed that Dad was behind her,
fucking her.

"Come on," I said, leaving the path and trying to walk
quietly through the brush and fallen leaves.

We came up behind them. Sure enough, Dad was fucking
Mom from behind. They were both murmuring to each
other but I couldn't make out what they were saying
beyond an occasional word like "cock," "suck" and
"fuck." Mom was leaning against the tree at about a
thirty degree angle and Dad had his knees slightly
bent so he could enter her.

I pulled Tony's arm and we moved quietly off to one
side where Dad could see us but not Mom. I could see
Mom's big breasts swaying with the rhythm of their sex
and I could hear the wet sounds of their joined
genitals. Dad saw me and gave me a quick thumbs up,
then motioned with his arm in a half circle. He
mouthed the words "GO AROUND." I understood -- he
wanted Mom to see us watching them.

"Are we leaving?" Tony whispered as I pulled him away.
I turned around and shot him a dirty look, laid my
fingers atop my lips in the universal sign for "be
quiet," and moved through the woods in a large
circular pattern until we were almost right in front
of Mom.

"Get me hard," I whispered fiercely to Tony. "Mom
needs to see us hard."

I knew that if he sucked me he would get hard too.
Tony knelt in front of me and sucked my cock into his
mouth, as much as  he could fit in, then let it all
slide out except the head. He was such a good little
cocksucker. I held the back of his head as he went
back and forth, back and forth. His hands stroked and
caressed my nuts and ass. It didn't take long for me
to become completely erect.

I pulled away and motioned for him to stand up. Sure
enough he was as hard as he could be. I pointed my
finger to show where we were going and then I walked
through the woods without trying to be silent. Tony
was right behind me.

We walked right up to the tree. Dad smiled at us. Mom
had her head tucked in the crook of her arm but I
deliberately crunched a pinecone underfoot and she
looked up.

"Oh my god!" she said, trying to pull away from Dad,
but he held her tight.

"Almost there," Dad gasped.

"It's the kids, Ted!" Mom yelled. "Let me go!"

"No, Vera .... oh fuck, FUCK!" Dad grunted just as Mom
managed to escape his grasp. The sound of his cock
being suddenly withdrawn from her cunt was quite
audible. His twitching, glistening member was erupting
freely right in front of us and I could see his goo
leaking down Mom's leg. He seized his erection at the
root and pointed it at us while he jerked himself to
finish his powerful orgasm.

Tony moved forward. I tried to grab his arm again but
he was too quick. Mom said "Tony!" but Tony was
already running his hands all over Dad's meat, helping
him squeeze out the final pearls of seed.

"Vera," Dad moaned. Mom was staring in shock at her
youngest son stroking and squeezing her husband's
cock.

"Mom!" I said, moving forward next to her. "Mom, look
at me."

"What are you --" she began but I hugged her tightly,
relishing the feel of her heavy, warm breasts against
my chest and the pulse and throb of my hard cock
against her thigh. At first she didn't react but then
her arms slipped around me and returned the hug.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I said, thinking fast. "I showed
Tony how to do that."

"You what?" she said, pulling away and staring at me.
I shifted my stance slightly so that my cock was now
laying flat against her pudendum. I could feel her
little square bush rubbing against my glans and the
top of her labia against my shaft.

"Mom," I began, but Dad interrupted.

"Vera," he said, "it's OK. I told the boys it was OK.
Tony, stop for a minute and let's talk to your
mother."

Dad and Tony came over and joined our embrace. Dad was
standing right behind her, stroking her hair. I
imagined his half-hard sticky cock lodged neatly in
her ass crack. Tony was clinging to our legs -- I
could feel his boner against my thigh.

"Sweetie," said Dad, kissing her neck, "I told the
boys that fooling around with each other was OK as
long as they were careful and nobody knew about it.
We've talked about this, remember?"

Mom sighed deeply. "I know. It's just --" She looked
at me. "I'm sorry, honey, but it's kind of
embarrassing! You know?"

I nodded. Dad continued to murmur in her ear.

"Baby, the kids are fine, just fine. I had a nice long
talk with them and everything is going to be fine, OK?
There is nothing, absolutely nothing to worry about."

Mom closed her eyes and reclined her head against
Dad's shoulder. He kissed her neck and continued to
stroke her hair and soothe her. I felt his knee push
between her thighs, opening her legs. Now my shaft was
laid directly between her labia.

Mom's hand quickly came around from behind my back and
grabbed my cock to move it away but Dad was faster. He
clapped his hand on top of hers and held both her hand
and my cock in place. His soothing words took a turn
towards dirty talk.

"See, he's fine, baby. Feel how hard he is?
Everything's going to be OK, I promise. The boys are
fine. Feel that hard cock? He wants you, honey. It'll
be OK. This is fine, this is good, it's going to be
wonderful."

He nodded slightly to me. I got the message. I bent my
knees and lowered my body a bit so that the head of my
cock was nestled against the entrance to my mother's
cunt. Dad pressed his hand down on Mom's and pushed my
cock inside.

It was a spectacular feeling. I had never had sex with
a woman before and Mom's cunt was velvety soft and
gooey in a way that a boy's ass was not. I slid inside
her and hugged her close to me. Dad pulled her hand
away from our crotches and placed it back around my
waist. We stood that way for a moment, shivering and
sighing, and then Mom's hands slid down to my ass and
pulled me closer to her.

I began to fuck my mother as my father held her in
place and my brother watched. Mom was still leaning
back against Dad's shoulder with her eyes closed and
nothing but tiny gasps emitting from her open mouth.
Dad was still kissing and licking her neck and ears
but he was staring at me with fiery eyes.

As I fucked her I lowered one hand down her back and
brushed against my father's cock. It was hard again
and wedged firmly between her buttocks. He pulled away
slightly so I could wrap my hand around him. Tony slid
his hand in there to grope Dad's cock and balls.

Dad took a step back, then another, and gently lowered
Mom to the ground. Without opening her eyes she spread
her legs willingly and began to rub her breasts as I
fucked her. I looked up at Dad who was now being
sucked by Tony. That strange and passionate look had
not left his eyes and he was now given over completely
to dirty talk:

"Oh fuck yeah, Tony, suck my cock ... Vera, your son
is fucking that hot pussy of yours ... our youngest
son has my cock in his mouth ... fuck yeah ... kiss
your mother, son ..."

I leaned over, pressing my body fully against my
mother's. Her eyes flew open and she grabbed the back
of my head and pulled me to her face. We kissed
passionately; she wrapped her strong legs around my
waist and squeezed tightly as I pistoned in and out of
her cunt.

"You better cum in your mother's cunt," Dad growled.
"I'm going to fucking cum in your brother's throat."

"Mmm hmmm!" Mom moaned around our tongues. I didn't
need any encouragement -- I was very close to my
orgasm.

When I came, I grunted and thrust as deeply into my
mother's cunt as I could. I cried out with each hot
pulsing jet of seed and my mother echoed my wordless
sounds of pleasure as I sprayed her womb.

"So fucking hot," Dad said. "I'm gonna fucking cum
soon."

As my orgasm subsided, I lowered my face to Mom's and
we began kissing again -- slowly, warmly, intimately.
Her legs relaxed and slid down my sweaty body to rest
on the leaves and dirt around us.

I could hear Dad grunting as he neared his orgasm.
Suddenly I heard and felt him kneel next to us. Mom
and I both broke our kiss and looked towards him just
as he started cumming on our faces. We stuck out our
tongues and caught as much as we could, and when he
was nearly finished he moved forward and placed his
cock between our mouths. We took turns sucking out the
last drops and licking him clean.

"Oh, my big grown up boy," Mom murmured when Dad
finally withdrew. "Oh, this was wonderful. Oh my god,
I can't believe we did this."

We both giggled and kissed. Dad nudged us with his
foot.

"Tony's turn, guys."

I kissed Mom one last time and gazed into her shining
eyes before climbing off her damp torso. She kept her
legs spread wide and I could see her gooey cunt before
Tony lowered himself onto her. Mom laughed as Tony
fumbled with penetration, then reached down and guided
his little hard cock into her warm and honeyed center.

"Wow," Tony gasped.

"Can you cum yet?"

"No," Dad and I both said at the same time. Tony shook
his head.

"Just fuck me, sweetie, okay? Kiss me."

Tony, who had a lot of experience tongue-kissing with
me, locked lips with Mom. Her eyes widened when his
tongue slipped into her mouth, but her eyelids
fluttered and closed after just a few moments of
passionate kissing.

They squirmed and rubbed against each other for a
while before Tony decided that he was done. He was
still quite hard when he climbed off her.

"We should probably go someplace more private," Dad
said, helping Mom to her feet.

"Maybe we could pack up our camping stuff and go to a
hotel," I suggested. Mom and Dad agreed that would be
best.

* * * * * * * * * *

By the time we got dressed, packed everything, and got
in the car, Mom was starting to have second thoughts
about the whole thing. Dad and I talked to her for the
whole drive while Tony played his video game.

Dad found a Best Western and went inside to get a
suite for us. I put my hands on Mom's shoulders and
kissed her neck.

"You're sweet, honey," she murmured. "I still don't
know if this is a good direction for this family to go
in."

"Everybody wants it, even you," I said for probably
the tenth time. "No one will find out. No one is
forcing anybody to do anything."

"I know, honey, it's just -- it's so -- it's just
unbelievable. It's dangerous. Just imagine what would
happen if someone did find out."

"No one will, Mom. Tony and I can keep secrets. Why
would we want to ruin this?"

Mom turned to face me. "You say that now, but don't
forget, I'm still your mother. Let's say that next
year your father and I decide to ground you for bad
grades or something."

"Mom, my grades are great!" I protested.

She put up her hand. "It's just an example. Let's say
you get into trouble and you decide to get revenge by
reporting all of this to your principal or a police
officer or something."

I shook my head. "Mom, that's not going to happen."

"Besides, we've already done it," Tony piped up
without taking his attention off his game.

Mom and I looked at him, then at each other.

"He's right, Mom," I said. "It's already been done. If
we were going to hold it over you, it's too late for
second thoughts."

I cupped her breast in my hand. She reached up and
gently moved my hand away but held it in her lap.

"Someone could see, honey," she whispered.

"Mom, look around! No one's even in this parking lot.
It's a Tuesday afternoon. This hotel is dead."

She put her face in her hands and exhaled. I rolled my
eyes but said nothing.

"Honey," she sighed at last, "this is exactly the kind
of thing I'm worried about. One of these days you or
Tony or your father will do something in a public
place, and someone will see, and ...." Another long
exhalation.

"Here comes Dad," I said before she could continue.

"We're all set," said Dad.

"Ted, I don't know about this," Mom said as Dad drove
around the back of the hotel.

"What wrong with this hotel?"

"No, I mean, I'm not sure I'm in favor of, um,
continuing this new relationship with our children."

Dad stopped the car outside the hotel's rear exit and
turned to face Mom.

"You've always fantasized about this," he reminded
her. "We've talked about it many, many times. Now we
have a chance to make it a reality."

"But I've always said that fantasy was enough, that
making it real would be too, I don't know ...
complicated! There's so much risk, Ted!"

"Vera, honey, I know. I'm aware of the risks. I think
our boys are too. And I think we're all smart enough
to avoid those risks."

"Can we go inside?" I said. "It's hot in the car with
the AC off."

Mom sighed and got out of the car. Dad winked at me
and started to unload our luggage.

The suite was huge -- two full bedrooms, each with two
queen beds, and a large central living area with three
couches, a big television, a fireplace, and a kitchen
with refrigerator and microwave.

As we lugged the suitcases in Dad nudged my arm. "I
don't want to wear any clothes the whole time we're
here," he murmured.

I smiled up at him. "Me neither."

"Then let's get naked as soon as everything is brought
in."

I nodded. He winked at me again before dropping the
suitcase in the living area and heading back out to
the car.

I rolled the suitcase Tony and I shared into our
bedroom. Tony was sitting on the bed, still ensconced
in his game. I quickly stripped and started to play
with my cock.

"Wanna fool around?" I asked him.

He shook his head without looking up.

I went to stand in the doorway of our room. I could
hear Mom moving around in the other bedroom. Just then
Dad walked into the suite with the last of our bags.
He dropped them outside the other bedroom, grinned at
me, then shucked his clothes.

"Come here, son," he said. His cock was already rising
up as if to greet me.

We embraced in the middle of the living area and
kissed like long-lost lovers. Our cocks, both
completely hard, throbbed between us. Dad's big hands
slid down my back to cup my buttocks and my hands did
the same to him.

Dad broke off the kiss to suggest that we move to the
couch. I sat down at one end and Dad knelt between my
legs. He placed his big warm hands on my thighs and
met my eyes with that intense, smoldering stare I'd
seen so many times lately. Then he leaned over and
took my entire cock into his mouth.

"Oh God, Dad," I moaned. I held his head in my hands
and ran my fingers through his hair. "That feels so
great!"

As my father sucked my cock, I noticed movement out of
the corner of my eye. I looked over just in time to
see Mom turn away from us and return to her room. She
was still fully dressed.

"Dad, let's go see Mom," I whispered.

"Mm, good idea son," he said as he came up off my
cock. "Lay on the bed next to her and let me handle
this."

We walked into the bedroom. Mom was sprawled out on
one of the queen beds, staring up at the ceiling. When
she saw us walk in -- both completely naked and rock
hard -- she groaned and put her hands over her eyes.

"I don't know about this, Ted. I just don't know!"

As instructed, I lay on my side next to Mom. My cock
was poking her in the hips. She didn't move.

Dad lay on her other side and placed his hand on her
abdomen.

"Vera, this is what we all want," he murmured, kissing
her neck.

"I know," she said softly. Dad winked at me, then
pulled the loose neck of her shirt out and down so
that one of her beautiful breasts was revealed. He
pulled the neck out in the other direction and nodded
to me; I reached into her shirt and scooped out her
other breast. We both sucked her nipples and she
moaned quietly. I couldn't gauge the meaning behind
the moan, though -- was she upset, aroused,
frustrated, or something else?

Dad slid his hand down her abdomen into her shorts and
cupped her cunt in his palm. He stopped sucking her
nipple long enough to sigh her name.

Mom took her hands off her face and stared down at me
and Dad. Then she slid her hands down and grasped both
of our hard cocks.

"Oh, boys," she gasped, and I felt a warm shudder pass
through her body. "My beautiful, beautiful men."

Dad quickly sat up and pulled Mom's shorts and panties
down her thighs in one swift movement. Mom raised her
legs in the air so Dad could pull them off the rest of
the way. Suddenly I could smell the intoxicating aroma
of my mother's arousal. Her cunt glistened in the pale
yellow light of the room's lamps. Dad moved up to kiss
Mom and I decided to move down and taste her cunt.

As soon as I pressed my lips against hers she emitted
a sensual moan and opened her legs as wide as she
could. I positioned my body between her legs and
continued to lick, kiss and suck at my mother's pussy.

I felt both of her hands press against my head. Her
fingers twisted themselves into my hair and she
pressed my face deeper into her crotch.

"Oh fuck," she exclaimed, and shuddered violently,
pressing my head against her bucking hips. My face was
soaked in her juices from hairline to chin and I
reveled in it.

Dad rolled off the bed and moved behind us. I heard
the distinct pop-squish-pop sound of a bottle being
opened, squirted and closed, and I knew what Dad
wanted. I raised my hips and pulled my knees under my
torso to elevate my ass in the air. While I continued
to suck my mother's cunt, I felt my father first grasp
and pull apart my buttocks, then press his whiskered
face into my ass. His tongue lapped against my asshole
and I grunted with pleasure.

"Are you going to fuck our son, Ted?" my mother
shrieked. She was practically hysterical in the throes
of her multiple orgasms.

In reply, Dad stopped sucking my asshole and got onto
the bed behind me, pressing the battering ram of his
cock against the entrance to my boy-pussy. He had
already greased himself up with something that smelled
vaguely floral -- lotion, maybe, or massage oil, or
scented soap. I reached back and spread my asscheeks
open as far as I could.

"No, not like this," Mom said, sitting up and scooting
off the bed. "Not like this. Ted, you sit on the edge
of the bed. Yes, like that. Now son, you back up
towards him -- yes -- that's right -- now lower your
hips -- oh fuck, yes! Oh, Ted, your cock is going up
our son's ass!"

The glans was inserted. There was some resistance at
first but then my body opened up to admit my father's
penis. I was able to slowly slide down the length of
Dad's shaft until at last my balls rested against his.
My cock stood up at a perfect vertical, throbbing
noticeably, with a bead of precum gleaming at the tip.

Mom made a guttural, desperate noise in her throat,
dropped to her knees in front of us, and took my cock
into her mouth. I felt her tongue press into my piss
slit, then swirl around the glans.

Dad held my hips with his hands and began to piston
his meat in and out of my asshole. Between his cock in
my hole and my mother's mouth on my dick, I was
shivering and gasping -- nearly hyperventilating. I
rested my head on my father's shoulder and gave myself
up to this intense incestuous moment.

"Suck his cock, Vera," my dad murmured right next to
my ear. "I'm fucking our son's asshole and you're
sucking his cock."

"Mmhmmm!" Mom moaned around my shaft.

"I'm going to breed his ass with daddy seed," Dad
continued, "and he's going to fill your mouth with his
hot boy cum. And then you're going to share some of it
with me."

"Mmhmm," Mom moaned again.

I felt Dad's unshaven chin press against my cheek. He
bit my earlobe briefly, then whispered, "I'm gonna
fill your asshole with cum, son."

"Yes, Daddy, please," I moaned.

"Here it comes."

"Yes!"

"I'm fucking coming, Vera! In our son's asshole!"

Dad emitted a series of grunts in time with the short,
sharp jerks of his pelvis as he ejaculated into my
bowels. The sensation was absolutely too much for me
and I grabbed my mother's head as I shot off into her
mouth.

Right away she stood up and practically spat my cum
into my father's waiting mouth. I was able to slip my
tongue in the middle for a small taste, and we ended
up kissing each other, my cum smeared all over our
faces. My father's cock softened and slipped out of my
asshole.

The three of us fell back onto the bed, kissing,
hugging, and sighing. I had never felt so much like a
grown-up in my life. I felt like my heart would burst
with love, and my nerve endings -- particularly those
in my cock and ass -- were still tingling.

Eventually our passion cooled and the sweat on our
bodies evaporated, leaving a pleasing scent and traces
of sticky dried cum.

"How do you feel, baby?" Dad murmured.

"Oh, Ted ... honey, we have to be so careful." She
pressed her finger against his lips to stop his
objection before it started. "But ... you're right,
I've wanted this for so long. So long, my beautiful
boy."

She kissed me on the cheeks and lips. Our tongues
briefly met. Our eyes locked and we slowly smiled.

"I want this too, Mom. We can do this."

"As a family," she said.

"As a family," Dad agreed.

"I guess it's Tony's turn," I said with a grin. "Only
if he thinks that sex is more fun than that stupid
video game, though."

Everybody laughed.

THE END