Date: Sat, 15 Oct 2011 00:55:05 -0400 (EDT)
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Bear-Back Fishing (gay/incest, oral, anal, b/M)
DISCLAIMER:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual
acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of
sex between an underage boy and adult males... If this type of content
offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
Author's Note:
This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for
personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-
post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission.
If it is illegal to read such Matterial where you live or if you find the
topic distasteful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it
evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write
stories from outlines.
Copyright 2011 Wolf, All rights reserved.
You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All
flames will be ignored.
Bear-back Fishing
By
Wolf
Gay incest is not a subject families talk about much. My mother
knew that my father liked to have sex with guys. She knew if she made
a fuss about his extracurricular activities that he would simply leave her
and move on. She was so in love with him that she would tolerate
anything he wanted to do. She was very pleased when I was born.
My father and mother were very proud of having a son to carry
on the family name. They named me James. Of course my mother
would never admit that my father couldn't pass up the opportunity to
break me in as soon as he felt I would enjoy both oral and anal sex.
I was unaware of what father was doing when he went out with
his buddies. I just assumed they were getting drunk. I grew up like
most of the boys in our community. I played Little League Baseball, and
Pop Warner Football. I did well in sports. I joined Cub Scouts and Boy
Scouts as soon as I was old enough. My first introduction to sex was on
an overnight campout.
My buddy, named Matthew, and I were sharing a tent. Matt
deliberately selected a location for our tent away from the rest of the
guys. We were talking about stuff when we settled down. He was
telling me about a couple of girls he knew that were good fucks. I had
never fucked a girl before. I was fascinated with his stories about
fucking them. He told me about this one girl that had a pussy that
smelled so bad that he would not fuck her. All he would allow her to do
was suck his cock. That led to a discussion about cock sucking. When I
admitted that I had never had my cock sucked, my buddy offered to do
it to me as long as I promised not to tell anyone. I liked him so much
that I would never tell anyone about what we were doing.
Matt bent over my body while we lay on top of our sleeping bags,
and pulled my underwear down. He played with my cock until it was
hard, before he started sucking my cock. I think I was about twelve-
years-old at the time. He had been jacking off for awhile and was
producing cum by the time Matt sucked my cock. When I came in his
mouth he swallowed all of it. He assured me that it was good for you to
swallow cum. Having allowed my best friend to suck my cock I just had
to return the favor. Besides I wondered what it would taste like.
Matt lay back on his sleeping bag, and pulled his underwear off.
I bent over him and started sucking his cock. We looked so much alike
that we could pass for brothers, even our cocks looked very much alike.
I almost gagged when the mushroom head touched the back of my
throat. He chucked, and told me that I would learn how to relax my
throat eventually and take it down my throat. I bobbed my head up and
down like he had done to me. When he came I felt his cock throb, and
the liquid filled my mouth. Some dribbled out of my mouth, making
Matt's pubic hair wet and sticky. I swallowed his cum, and was proud
of myself. Matt and I became even closer buddies.
We sucked each other's cock on all of our troop's campouts, and
whenever we slept-over at each other's home we sucked each other off.
I never even thought about asking him about hooking me up with those
girls he had told me about. I was sixteen when my father got suspicious
about my relationship with Matt.
My Dad's name is Neil. He liked to take me on fishing trips on
weekends. We enjoyed fly fishing together. I was thrilled to go fishing
with my father. My father was a very bearish looking man. He had a
strong build, and his body was covered with hair. One such trip was
very special. After we set up camp we spent the rest of the afternoon
wading in the stream and casting our lines downstream. We caught a
couple of rainbow trout worthy enough to eat. We released everything
else. We cleaned and cooked our fish for dinner. Afterwards we sat
around the campfire enjoying the cool night air, propped up against a big
rock.
Dad asked me how long Matt and I had been sucking cocks. It
was a simple question that was not if, it was how long. I was reluctant to
admit that Matt and I were actually doing it at all. I tried to deny that
we were doing that. Dad placed his arm around my shoulders and
hugged me, while rubbing the top of my head with his knuckles, "James
I know you are sucking cocks, I saw you doing it just last week!"
I almost cried, at the fact that I had been caught sucking cock.
Dad said, "Son, I am not upset with you having sex with Matt at
all!"
I looked up at his face, to see if he was telling the truth about his
feelings. His face was lit up by the campfire. His face was relaxed, and
showed no animosity at all. While I was looked at him, Dad leaned over
and kissed me on the mouth. It shocked me to be kissed like that by my
Dad. He stuck his tongue into my mouth. It took my breath away.
When I relaxed, and accepted his tongue in my mouth, Dad placed his
hand right on the bulge in my pants. I sprang a boner the second he
squeezed my basket.
I had no idea what to do, so I just let my father do whatever he
wanted.
Dad started peeling my clothes off of me. The radiant heat of the
rock on my back felt good as Dad removed all of my clothes. He was
very impressed with my sex organ. He stood up and removed all of his
clothes for my benefit. As far as I could tell the only difference between
our sex organs was that the skin covering his cock was looser than mine.
His scrotum hung a little lower. Dad straddled my body, as I lay against
the rock. I opened my mouth when he rubbed the mushroom against my
lips. There was pre-cum at the head of his cock that was slippery on my
lips. I was happy to suck his cock until he would cum, but Dad had
other ideas. He led me to our sleeping bags. We were sleeping under the
stars. He laid me on the bag and knelt over me so that we could suck
each other's cocks. I couldn't believe it was really happening. I was so
excited that I came in Dad's mouth quickly. Dad swallowed everything
I gave him.
I was looking up as his hairy asshole by the campfire and the light
of the stars and moon. His heavy balls were covering my nose. I could
smell his body odor, and loved it. When Dad started pumping his load
of cum into my mouth, I swallowed almost all of it. Some did leak out.
I felt it running down my cheeks and into my ears. We slept together in
his bag naked that night. The next morning we had to pee, so we hiked
farther away from the stream and camp to relieve ourselves. It was very
exciting to watch him standing there with cock in hand while that yellow
stream of piss arched on its way to splash against a rock.
After we ate, we just had to suck cocks again. This time I got my
first chance to see his thick white cum, as he squirted his cum all over my
face and belly. We did get dressed to fish that afternoon. We repeated
the activities of the night before that night. We took home some trout
for mother.
Matt and I earned our Eagle Scout badges, but Matt became
more interested in fucking girls, so we hardly ever mentioned our earlier
activities. Dad and I had become lovers anyway.
Dad often came into my bedroom at night and we sucked each
other off. Sometimes he did it after fucking Mom. I could tell by the
smell on his cock. Mom never said anything about what we were doing,
even though she had to know.
In was in my sophomore year of college Dad decided I was ready
for anal sex. I was 19-years-old and Dad was 43-years-old. We planned
one of our fly fishing trips over a weekend. I always looked forward to
our fishing trips. While we were driving to our favorite fishing location,
Dad asked me if I was ready for him to fuck me. Just hearing him ask
the question made my cock painfully hard in my pants. I unfastened my
pants and freed my cock and balls. I kissed Dad's cheek and assured
him that I was ready. He jacked me off while we were headed down the
road.
After we set up camp, we took off our clothes, and I draped
myself face down over a nice big warm rock. Dad had come prepared,
he greased up his cock and my asshole before driving his cock into my
virgin asshole. The searing pain was almost more than I could stand. By
the time Dad finished fucking me, my asshole had gone numb. When he
pulled out, I felt cum running down my scrotum and legs. I reached
back and felt my asshole. It was gaping open, and the rim felt swollen. I
waddled down to the stream and squatted down in the cold water to
clean my butt and to let the cold water cool my inflamed asshole. We
sucked cocks before bedding down that night. Dad fucked my ass at
least four more times over the next two days. I actually missed having
his cock in my ass, as we headed home.
Dad fucked me whenever we got the chance after that. The next
time we discussed going fishing, Dad suggested that we take his younger
brother, Uncle Tim with us. Tim was 39-years-old and a handsome man.
He was built very much like Dad, and he was just as hairy. I had not
thought about the possibility that Dad had been fucking my uncle too.
We picked him up on the way. Tim tossed his gear in the back of the old
Ford pickup and piled in the cab. Dad loved his old 1954 150 pickup.
He babied it because he liked that old tuck an roll bench seat. I was
wedged between the two men. He started the action by grabbing Tim's
crotch. I even gave him a blowjob before we arrived at our fishing
campsite.
After we setup camp, we stripped off our clothes. We had Tim
lie on a sleeping bag, so that I could kneel between his legs, and suck his
cock. Dad got behind me, so that he could fuck my asshole. I
swallowed Tim's cum, and Dad shot his load into my ass. Then we
made adjustments so that I was on my back, and my knees were almost
next to my ears. That way Tim could stand over me, and fuck my ass.
Dad sat on my face, so that I could ream his asshole. Before we retired I
got to fuck Uncle Tim.
The next evening we managed to accomplish something I would
have thought impossible. Tim lay on his back, so that I squatted over
him, and impaled myself on his cock. When I lay back on Tim's belly,
Dad approached me. He felt my balls, jacked me off for awhile, then he
forced his cock into my asshole, along with Tim's. When Dad fucked
me, he was stroking the underside of Tim's cock too. They both squirted
their cum in me. Tim reamed my asshole afterwards. He got off on
lapping up Dad's and his cum from my asshole.
Dad had a nasty idea, after Tim finished reaming my ass, Dad
stuck his cock back in my ass, and pissed in my ass. He actually gave me
a warm piss enema. It was all I could do to get away from the campsite
before I had to shit.
I had to clean up in the cold stream, I felt turn about was fair
play. I fucked Dad's ass while his younger brother sucked his cock.
When I shot my load in his ass, I waited until my swelling went down
enough, so that I could piss in his ass. Now it was his turn to waddle out
of camp to relieve himself. We couldn't leave Tim out of the game. We
pissed in his ass as soon as we needed to pee again.
Tim and I became very close after that. I visited him as often as I
could.
If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about
your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline
to whitewold999@icqmail.com