Date: Sat, 24 Jun 2000 21:38:51 PDT
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: CAMPING DADS--Part 2

(Incest, rimming, scat, w/s)

              CAMPING DADS--Part 2

  "After Billy left, I snuck around to the back of the house
and went in to change my pants before going back to work."
  "Don't tell me!"
  "Yep. I came in my pants!" Phil admitted.
  "Uh, looks like you're ready to again," Dave smiled,
pointing to the erection Phil was sporting in his shorts.
  Phil put a hand over his embarrassing crotch. "Damn, even
going over it again makes me hard. Why is that? I should be
angry and pissed as all fuck. You're a psychologist, Dave,
what's going on?"
  "Well, in short Phil...you're horny!" he laughed. "Even gave
me a little rise. OK, sorry. But the truth is, that's not far
from the truth. Think about it. You didn't react like you think
you should've, you were too intrigued even to go to the defense
of your son. Of course, that's because of what you'd heard
about him, so instead of jumping up you decided to stay and
hear more...and see what he'd do."
  "Was I an insensitive father doing that?"
  "Not really. I'm sure if Billy had been in any real danger,
you'd have been right there. But you were gauging his reactions
and correctly deduced from his own admis-sions that he was
probably digging it! Also, you were working on your own
feelings."
  "My own? What do you mean? Oh, yeah..."
  "First, you admit you found Slick's cock fascinating.
Second, you started to think back about the one that got away.
The cock you had a chance to suck and turned down. I'd say
that's a recurring regret in your life...certainly now that the
image has been rekindled."
  "Aw, come on, just because I..."
  "You practically said it yourself, Phil. If that buddy of
yours had been back behind those boxes with you, you would have
let him put his pecker in your mouth, and you'd have sucked it
...right?"
  "I...that thought did cross my mind. But..."
  "The thing is, he still would have been 14 years old, right?
Not in his 30's. And the images of Slick's father going down on
him regularly certainly didn't help that fantasy!"
  "Gosh, you're right. I did picture him at that age. Man, I'm
really fucked up! Letting my son blow a punk bully without
doing anything about it, and now fantasizing about being a
child molester!"
  "Hey, hold on, chumly," Dave poked his shoulder, "it's not
all that bad. Pretty normal stuff, actually, considering the
massive overload of -homosexual stimulation you experienced.
Don't forget, everybody has at least some homoerotic desires.
Some people just suppress it more. Something happened that
caused yours to come to the surface for a moment. Recognize
that, and they'll soon return to the back pocket of your
libido. Then you'll be able to deal with Billy."
  "Okay, I've heard that before. But does recognizing it mean
I have to act on it or something?"
  "Hmmm. Well, shit buddy. Depends. If it keeps bothering you,
then perhaps there's something not quite resolved. Without
going into any clinical bullshit, let's just try something
hypothetical. You're open enough for this."
  "Well, I like to think I'm..."
  "Okay, now I don't know what kind of 'moral' or 'religious'
trappings you have about all this, but let's say you've been
granted an hour to indulge in any homosexual behavior you want
with whoever you want, without any repercusions or judgement
...a free time you could even elect to have erased from your
memory afterward. What would you do?"
  "Aw. That's...fascinating and a little unfair. God, no
restrictions? My mind's going crazy. I...I can't dare to say,
Dave. Jeez!"
  "Come on, what comes to mind...quick!"
  "Flashes, man. Having Slick's father fuck his punk son's ass
while Billy fucks his punk mouth! Making Slick suck Billy's
asshole! Hell, make him suck his father's asshole! I'd piss
down the bastard's throat! We'd all piss down his throat! Hell,
I'd let Billy shit in his mouth!"
  "Hold on! Hot stuff, but you're talking about revenge."
  "Um..."
  "Tell me what you might do for pleasure."
  Phil sighed, thinking, getting over his built-up anger. He
looked at Dave, then nearly whispered, "I'd...probably get down
and help Billy lick on that dirtbag's prick." He hung his head.
"Sick, hunh?"
  "Certainly not. I could tell you some stories I've heard in
therapy! So, discarding the anger--you'd suck punk cock?"
  "Yeah. Guess I understand why Billy couldn't resist it. That
bastard Slick knows exactly what he's got hanging between his
legs. Enough to even turn on a guy like me. A free time? I'd
suck that thing silly! Thing is...it's all too weird to me,
cause I've never actually done it before. Am I...turning gay?"
  "Probably not. But you obviously have yourself convinced you
might be. Outside of years of therapy, there's really only one
way to resolve those conflicts."
  "How?"
  "Blow somebody, what else? But Slick might not be your best
bet."
  "Why not? He turned me on."
  "Yeah, but he'll make you feel like shit. First time you put
a cock in your mouth, you want the guy to respect you. You're
not experienced, and you don't want face-fucked. You need to
learn to enjoy it at your own speed and you don't want any
negative feelings going on when it comes to swallowing a guy's
load. Then if you find you enjoy it, you can venture into more
bizarre partners with a full understanding of what you're
doing."
  "You mean, maybe I should do it with a queer? Somebody
that'll do it back to me?"
  "Perhaps. But at least with a guy that's congenial and won't
take advantage...and knows how to keep his mouth shut! And
preferably with a guy you find attractive. You know, go for the
best situation to give it a fair trial. That way you limit your
liability if you find you're not able to do it, or feel it's
not really your orientation."
  "I see. Okay, how about you?"
  "Me? Me what? I don't understand, Phil."
  "Let me blow you."
  "M-me? Oh. OH, NO! NO! That...that would be, uh, counter
productive to our friendship. And besides..."
  "What are you holding your hand over your dick for, Dave? Is
it getting hard again maybe?"
  "HEY, DON'T GET ANY IDEAS FELLA! I...I mean, this is
not exactly the situation I was speaking of. I meant a person
...a guy...that better fits the type of char-acter that..."
  "Dave? Knock off the crap, willya? We're buddies. We're half
naked. You understand my concerns. And you're attractive...with
a big dick! Are you saying you wouldn't respect me in the
morning?" He laughed.
  "Aw, come on, Phil...jeez!"
  "What the hell, Dave. This is perfect out here in the
wilderness. Who's to know? If I don't like it, you won't hold
it against me. If I do...well, so what? You got nothing to
lose. Every guy digs a blowjob, right?" He scooted closer,
backing Dave against the back of the tent. "At least let me
play with it." He reached to Dave's crotch, grasping the
bloated, hidden knob, and squeezed it.
  "Phil, please..." he tried to slap the hand away. "This
isn't..."
  "I'll do it, Dave. You don't hafta say 'please'."
  "That's not..."
  "Whatsa matter, Dave? Gettin' a boner? Let me play with your
boner, Dave. Lemme suck your boner! I'll drink your boner-
juice, Dave!"
  "GOD DAMMIT, PHIL...KNOCK IT OFF!"
  "Alright, then...FUCK YOU!" he backed off. "You're real big
in the advice depart-ment, but when it comes time to show some
real understanding, you're a washout!"
  "It's...it's just that you're so...so pushy or something.
Like you already know you're gonna like it! Have you been
putting me on?"
  "No," he replied, quietly. "I'm scared shitless! I was just
trying to be carefree about the whole thing to lessen the
seriousness. You know, have you whip off your shorts and say
'GO FOR IT!' so I could do it fast without thinking much. Then
decide afterward whether it was a good thing to do. Aw, forget
it."
  "Um, sorry, Phil. Guess I was acting like an ass, giving you
all that expert advice without imagining that I might be a good
choice!"
  "You are, Dave. Who the hell else do I know?"
  "You...you think I'm attractive?"
  "Hunh? Gimme a break, guy. I'm not blind, and neither are
you. You're a stone fox! Even guys that don't suck cock would
admit that."
  "Gee, thanks." Dave nearly blushed. "You really want to do
this?"
  "I don't fuckin' KNOW, Dave. I HAVE to; you said so
yourself."
  "Yeah. OK. I'll let ya." He quickly flung his legs up and
pulled his shorts off from under his ass. "Whole story's got me
on the rail, and I'd only hafta jerk off tonight, anyway. And
you'd still be laying there next to me.
  "HOLY SHIT!" Phil gasped. "Man, that fucker's huge, and hard
as rock! I know this much for sure, Dave, and I ain't ashamed
to admit it. That's one good-looking cock! Can I feel it?"
  Dave moved around and spread his legs apart in invitation,
leaning back on his elbows. "D-do what you want with it. Shit,
man, do what you want! You don't mind if I watch you, do you?
Would you rather I closed my eyes?"
  "You're as fuckin' nervous as I am, aren't you?"
  "Yeah. This ain't kid stuff any more."
  "Nope. And that ain't no kid's cock, either!" His hand shook
as he slowly put it out to touch the knob with his fingertip.
"I'll promise you this, Dave," he said, looking up at his
friend while running his finger over the leaking, throbbing
peckerhead, "you're being a sport, and I'm gonna give you a
blowjob even if I find I don't like it. But, somehow," he
grinned, wrapping his hand around the hard cock shaft and
twisting his palm lightly, "I don't think this is going to be
at all unpleasant!"
  Dave grinned back, enjoying the sensations. "Oh, man, I
think you're right. That feels good! Go...go ahead."
  Phil began to stroke the hard prick with light, easy
movements, as if he were realizing the velvety texture and
seeing the magnificent ugly beauty of a stiff penis for the
first time.
  "Man, this is something else. It's so different up close. I
can even smell you...your balls and all."
  "Aw, gee, I didn't think of that."
  "No, no, it's alright. It's erotic. Guy's nuts should smell,
right?" He put his face to them and sniffed all around. He
lifted them, and smelled the area between Dave's thighs.
"Unh...unh," he sniffed.
  Dave watched, becoming more aroused. "Oooh, you like the
smell of my balls?" he asked, nearly in a whisper.
  Phil's head came up from the ballsack with a loud gasp. "I
never thought anything could smell better than a pussy. Damned
if you don't smell better, Dave! I love your hot nuts!"
  "Jeez!" Dave's head flung back. "Lick 'em for me!"
  Delighted at Dave's guard being dropped, Phil dropped any
lingering doubts of his own. "Aw, yeth, owl sluck yrballz!" he
said, his tongue already lapping over the man's bloated
testicles as he licked away the day's grime and sweat. Dave
held his raging bone aside to see better.
  "Oooeeiiaaah! Aw, Phil! Clean those things, man! Wash 'em!"
  Phil luxuriated in the smell and taste of his friend's
balls. He wasn't in any hurry to relinquished them. But Dave
was getting hot.
  Eager now, Dave pinched his cock at the base and wagged it
around, slapping Phil on the forehead. "Wanna try this?"
  Phil didn't reply. He just licked his way up, over the man's
fingers and up the shaft. He didn't touch the cockhead, but
twisted his head to lick over all sides of the rigid piece of
meat.
  "Oh, yeah. Try it out, Phil. Taste alright? You're sure
making me feel good. I sure hope you don't wanna stop. Give it
a good try."
  Knowing his buddy was really warming up to this, Phil let
loose. He began to lasciviously tongue the hard cock, swiping
his tongue over the wet knob and tasting the pre-cum that was
dripping out. He even once squeezed the shaft and licked a big
glob of it from Dave's pisshole.
  Seeing his buddy sloshing his tongue all over his throbbing
cock, Dave lost his sense of decorum. His toes were tightening
as he basked in the sensation of being worshipped by another
man's lips!
  "OH, FUCK, PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH, MAN!" Again, he took
his cock in hand and slapped it across Phil's face, back and
forth. "COME ON, COCKSUCKER...BLOW ME!" He nearly choked on his
words, but didn't exactly apologize. "I GOTTA TALK DIRTY,
PHIL, YOU PRICK-LICKER! I'M GONNA RESPECT THE HELL OUT
OF YOU IN THE MORNING, MAN, BUT RIGHT NOW WRAP YOUR
QUEER LIPS AROUND MY COCK...AND BLOW ME!" he cried.
  "NO!" Phil instantly pulled off.
  "Hunh?! Wha...?" Dave was suddenly disoriented. Why not,
he thought.
  "Fuck you, man," Phil said, full of self-assurance. He had
his buddy totally turned on, and he was going to take advantage
of it.
  "Whatsa matter? I d-didn't mean to s-say..." Dave flustered.
  Phil grinned. "Call me cocksucker all you want. I'm just not
lettin' you off so easy. You're too fuckin' hot, and I want to
enjoy this some more. Soon as your cock blows off, it's all
over. Get up on all fours, and keep your hand off your prick!"
he ordered.
  "W-why?" Dave wondered, obeying.
  "Cause I'm gonna lick your ass!"
  "Holy fuck, no. No. Dave, you don't wanna do that!"
  Roughly, he grabbed the man's hips and lifted, then forced
his head down to the ground. "OH, YEAH! You got me turned on,
man. I love this shit! Hot fuckin' cock and balls!"
  "Yeah, but..." Dave complained, meekly, "...lickin' my
ass?!"
  "You bet! Saw my little boy go crazy over it...smellin' an'
lickin' that punk's filthy asshole!" He put his face to it.
"Mmmm. This is heady. I can smell ya, man, but it ain't like
that punk. Oh, Dave! I don't even know if I'd care right now!"
He suddenly thrust his tongue right into Dave's asshole and
started licking! Dave gasped aloud, resting his head and
enjoying it despite his reservations. "Mmmm. Even this tastes
good! Talk dirty, Dave. Call me names. I'm licking your
asshole, man, CALL ME SOME DIRTY NAMES!!"
  "Urrgh! You better believe I will, you fuckin' cock-lapping
ass sucker! ASS-SUCK ME, MAN! LICK MY HOLE...LEMME FEEL
THAT WET TONGUE! AHHH, GAWD! LICK MY GREASY SHITHOLE!
LICK THE SHIT OFF OF IT! YEAH! OOOH! DRIVE YOUR TONGUE
INSIDE...PULL MY ASS OPEN AND TASTE MY DIRTY RECTUM,
YOU FUCKIN' RECTUM EATER! EAT ME WHERE I SHIT! EAT ME OUT!"
  Every insult spurred Phil on all the more. Never had he been
more turned on in his life than having this man order him to do
deliciously filthy things to his body! He didn't think he could
taste shit, but he wasn't sure...he'd never tasted shit before.
All he knew was that he had every available scrap of his tongue
imbedded in Dave's ass, and he was licking around up there
while Dave reveled in the pleasure, desperately trying to keep
his hands from jacking himself.
  "Ohhh, Phil," he groaned, pushing his ass back, "we gotta go
round up a seamstress, man!"
  Phil pulled away, chuckling. "W-what? Why, fer chrissakes?"
  "Fuck, man, I gotta get your mouth sewed to my asshole! I
don't ever want you to stop doing that. Suck my lips off!"
  Sucking til both pairs of lips were nearly raw, Phil finally
pulled Dave's dripping cock back between his legs. He licked
all over the hot balls, then took the prick into his mouth and
began to work as much of it down his throat as possible. He was
surprised at how much he could take without gagging, and really
went to town...determined to give the guy, and himself, the
absolute best he could...a terrific first-blowjob experience!
  Poor Dave was devastated! No chick...hell, no human being
...had ever sent such tingles through his sexual apparatus like
this! Dave wasn't all that huge, but this novice cocksucker--
who'd just finished giving him his first total and thorough
rimjob--was now deep-throating his prick down to the balls! His
fingernails gripped the canvas as he tried to repay his friend.
He cried to the mountain wolves and erupted into Phil's mouth
pints of volcanic masculinity!
  Phil knew it was coming, he was prepared. Hell, the way he
was sucking that cock he felt he was actually drawing the warm
fluids right up from Dave's churning balls without any help!
Believing that, Phil gulped and gulped and his own prick
ejaculated a massive, throbbing flow of sperm into his shorts
...totally soaking them. He was aware this was happening, and
in the throes of his orgasm decided he would suck the juice
from his own shorts when this was over! He even told that to
Dave later.
  "Yeah, that's what I was gonna do," he giggled as they layed
back.
  "So, why don't you? Man, they're really soaked!" He held
them up.
  "Naw, why don't you do it?" he kidded.
  "Whew! Man, you had me almost ready to. What a night! I
can't bullshit you. That was one of the best sexual trips I've
ever had. If I can still talk a little dirty, you're one
hellofa cocksucker, Phil!"
  "Thanks...I think. Guess I know where that puts me, hunh?"
  "Heh! Yeah, right between my legs any time you want!"
  "I did good?"
  "Good? Man, I'd always heard that guys give the best
blowjobs, but I certainly wasn't expecting that from you...your
first time and all. Tell ya one thing, no chick ever sucked me
like that! And..." he stopped, embarrassed.
  "And licked your ass?" Phil finished, blushing.
  "Uh, yeah. Sure as hell didn't expect that!"
  "Me neither! I think my face is probably red, but I'm really
not embarrassed about it. You know, I think I would have been
if you'd just stayed quiet and still and not said a word. I'da
felt so weird having my tongue on your anus I probably wouldn't
have done it long. But you...shit! Gettin' into it like that?!
Thanks!"
  "HA! Who's thanking who, man? All I did was enjoy myself."
  "Yeah, that's okay. Funny thing. I wasn't planning on doing
that. I was licking your nuts and...well...enjoying the smell.
Then I realized I'd licked 'em clean and I was still enjoying
your smell. That's when I realized half of that smell was
coming up from your butt!" They both giggled like kids at that.
"I wanted to just lift your legs up and lick your asshole...but
I was afraid you'd push down and stop me. So I got you up where
I was in control and even if you layed down, your butt would
still be up for me to get to. Damn, I wanted to get to your ass
more than anything! I thought about Billy doin' it to Slick, I
thought about me doin' it to Slick, but when I finally, uh,
d-did it, all I could think about was that I was doing it to
YOU! How 'bout that?"
  "I don't know what to do about this, man," Dave said,
seriously.
  "What? It was fun, wasn't it?"
  "Would I lie to you? Would it do me any good?" he laughed.
"I really like you, Phil. Maybe even more now. Not because of
the sex, exactly, more like because I know you better. More...
heh!...intimately, you might say. Problem is, you're kinda
coming out...and as much as I liked it, I'm still basically
straight. I mean, I AM straight!"
  "So?"
  "Well, how can things be the same after this? I mean, it's
not just that I know you're gay...or at least bi...but I have
first-hand knowledge of it."
  "So what's the problem, Dave?"
  "The problem is, you idiot...AND STOP SUCKIN' THOSE
SHORTS AND LISTEN!" He laughed, watching Phil licking
a wet patch. "The problem is, how can I handle being around
you, knowing what a great cocksucker you are? You're gay, I'm
straight, and every time I see you I'm gonna get a big boner!
How the hell can I handle that?"
  "You don't have to, Dave. Just pull it out and I'll handle
it!"
  "THAT'S THE PROBLEM! How do I keep your hands outta my
pants when I like your hands in my pants?"
  "Well, you can just slap my hands, Dave. Your biggest
problem is gonna be keeping my tongue outta your ass!"
  "Come on, we gotta talk serious about this."
  "Dave, this is still THE night, okay? We've got three more
days up here to talk, and I realize we have to. Right now,
relax buddy. Come on, lift your legs up. I wanna suck your
asshole again!"
  "We...we gotta talk, Phil," Dave complained, pulling his
thighs back so Phil could get his mouth down to his hole. Dave
knew he wouldn't come so fast this time, and he hoped Phil
would tongue him out for hours! "We gotta...gotta...yeah...eat
me out...awwww..."
  They didn't talk any more. Naked, they drew their sleeping
bags together and drifted off...Phil's head on Dave's smooth
chest.
  Dave woke at dawn. He stirred quietly, instantly aware that
he and Phil were quite close. He smiled, not in the least
perturbed. All the strange happenings of the night before came
back without regret. He even felt a warmness about it all,
while keeping it in perspective. He was straight, but he sure
liked this guy and didn't feel ashamed that they were so close
and naked. What did bother Dave was when he made an uncom-
fortable realization and moved very slowly, turning his back to
the man. Luckily, Phil didn't wake. Dave layed there, quite
still, making sure the man was still asleep. Then he calmly
raised his hand to his nose and checked out the aroma.
  OK. No big deal. So he woke up finding his hand resting on
another man's cock and balls, gently cupping them. Didn't mean
anything. Just had a dream or something. Probably thought he
was in bed with Alice. Still, the question remained why didn't
he take his hand away when he didn't find a pussy? Alright, so
his hand smelled kinda neat. But he was glad that Phil still
slept and wasn't aware of it. He put his hand over his nose and
dozed off again.
  About an hour later, Phil lazily stirred. He felt warmth
against his cock, and realized it rested up against Dave's
beautiful buns! He smiled, remembering how those sweet cheeks
felt and tasted the night before. He was tempted to get his
face down there and lick the man's hole. His cock was rapidly
engorging with blood. With a light touch, he ran his fingertip
over the luscious anus. Dave wasn't disturbed. Phil turned over
and licked his finger while falling back asleep.
  An overhead jet caused them both to jerk awake around 9:00,
finding themselves staring into each other's eyes. Dave turned
away instantly, remembering how he'd found himself earlier.
Phil moved away, slightly, not wishing to crowd the guy. He
reached out and tickled a nipple, making Dave flinch and lift
the hand away.
  "It's morning. Are you saying you don't respect me, Dave?
Can't look me in the eye? Gotta get away from the queer?"
  "No, no, it's..." Dave turned back much too quickly...
guiltily. He found Phil smiling at him, amused. "Aw, you
fuckhead! Of course I do. I'm not gonna pull a macho trip til
we get home. You suck cock too good to mess it up before then!"
  "Don't forget how well I suck ass!"
  "Oh, I'm not about to forget THAT. You're definitely the
best asshole licker in this whole mountain range!" he chuckled.
"No, it's not that, buddy. I, um, woke up earlier with your
cock in my hand. Kinda disturbed me. I wasn't going to mention
it since you didn't wake, but I've been honest so far. We have
to talk before this goes any further."
  "Right," Phil instantly agreed. "Why don't we leave our
wives and kids and go off together? I'll be the wife and you'll
be my big handsome man! How's that sound?"
  "PHIL! NO, NO...ABSOLUTELY NOT...JUST GET THAT SHIT
OUTTA YOUR HEAD RIGHT NOW! I'M NOT A...I'M NOT..."
  Phil burst into laughter.
  "What the hell you laughin' about?"
  "You, my big handsome stud! Ha Ha Ha! Listen, Dave. I love
my wife. I love my kid. Maybe...maybe I even love you. But I'm
pulling your leg, you jerk! This is a great thing, finding out
about myself like this...with you. But nothing much is gonna
change. And I hope not between us. Our families are good
friends, and let's keep it that way. You wanna fuck around on
the side with me...I'd fuckin' love it! If you don't...okay.
Never again, that's okay. Just don't ever pretend it didn't
happen. When the four of us are together for somebody's 50th
anniversary, I still hope you'll wink at me, remem-bering this
camping trip. Otherwise, buddy boy, you're a champion shit!"
  "Aw, hell, listen.." He grabbed Phil's kneecap and squeezed.
"OK, you joshed me. My mind's so fucked up I actually believed
it. But you can't be serious about our playing around on the
side. I don't do anything, buddy! I'm not gonna put your cock
in my mouth. I'm not gonna lick your balls. I'm not gonna do
anything but lay back and let you do ME! Now, what's it in for
you? Maybe we oughta just be friends. I'll wink, OK?"
  "Well, you did have your hand on my cock!"
  "SHIT! HOW'D YOU KNOW THAT!"
  "Jeez! You just told me."
  "Oh. Yeah, guess I did," he laughed, shaking his cobwebs
loose. "That...that kinda bothered me, too. I'm not you, Phil.
I don't wanna find out any secrets about myself."
  "Hmmm. Maybe it's not what you think, Mr. Psychologist. Let
me put forth my own theory, okay? If I do say so myself, I gave
you one hellofa session last night, right?" Dave got a goofy
look on his face and bobbed his head in agreement. "So maybe
you had this dream where you felt, uh, guilty about things
being one-sided. So, to make up for it, you decided to...in
your dream, of course...to jack me off in return? That agree
with your clinical observations?"
  "Hmm. Kind of a...a buddy jerk?"
  "Yeah! Jerkin' off a buddy! Keepin' things a little more
even."
  "Ahhh...OK...that makes sense."
  "You'll go for that?"
  "I'll go for that," Dave smiled.
  "Good. That means we don't have to do any heavy analyzing.
We did it to me, remember, and see where that got us? Maybe
best we leave you alone. I'll be the cocksucking friend, and
you'll be the play-fair buddy, okay? Think you could handle
m-a-s-t-u-r-b-a-t-i-n-g me?"
  "In return for your hot blowjobs? HELL, YES! Give it here,
let me practice! I'll pound your fucking pud happily, as long
as you know I'm never gonna suck your dick and you don't expect
it."
  "Shit, I'm worn out man. You only wanna practice now cause
you probably woke up with a boner you want taken care of!"
  "Hey, man, we got a deal! I get a boner...you suck it. You
get a boner...I jack it!" They both laughed and layed down,
reaching for each other's crotches. Suddenly, Dave bolted up in
alarm.
  "TOMMY!" he shrieked.
  "WHAT? WHAT?" Phil seemed perplexed. "W-what about him?"
  "BILLY!"
  "Yeah, Billy. Now we got Tommy and we got Billy. What's your
fuckin' problem, man? You're blowin' my mind screamin' like
that!"
  "Uh, no offense, pal, but your kid's a fag cocksucker and
he's my son's best friend! W-what's gonna happen to him?
What'll Billy do?"
  "Oh, calm the fuck down, willya? If...hmmm...if I'm like
this...and my kid's like this...then figure it this way: You're
like you are, and chances are Tommy's like you are, too. Worst
thing that could probably happen is Tommy gets some great
blowjobs...just like his dad!"
  "OH. Oh, that's just great. I can see it now. Me and Tommy
on the bed while you and Billy do us together--EVERYBODY'S
NAKED!"
  "Huh! Never thought about that. Hey, would you mind if we
traded? I'd sure like to blow Tommy!"
  Phil had to move quickly to duck the punch. "Hey, hey! Just
kidding! I know how it is with a kid, remember? How do you
think I felt watching Billy? You think Tom's gonna go through
life without getting a blowjob? You think a horny 18-year-old
is gonna get upset cause a buddy wants to go down on him? Get
serious! He'll get talked into it faster than his old man was!
Stop that! You forget when you were 18? Tommy could be married
by now...he could die in the army...he's a man, Dave, not your
little boy anymore. HE...CAN...TAKE...CARE...OF...HIMSELF!"
  "Oh, I guess you're right. But...what if he decides to...you
know, fuck around with Billy more than I did? What if he..."
  "Turns out to be a bigger cocksucker than me?"
  "Y-yeah, something like that."
  Phil got a huge grin on his face. Then he met Dave's eyes,
"Okay, kidding aside. If it happens, it happens. Nothing you
can do about it. Nothing I can do about it with Bill. Kid's a
little fruit and he's damn good at it, and I still love the
hell out of him. Rather than see him fucked up on drugs,
messin' with guns and violence, or becoming a damn Republican,
I'd rather see him lickin' all the Slicks in town!"
  "You're right, I'm not even gonna worry about it. I'm the
fuckin' therapist, how'd you get so smart?"
  Phil sighed. "Dave. I just went through a rather emotional
trauma myself...if you remember?"
  "Yeah, sorry. It's just...gettin' weird, you know? Maybe I
oughta lay back down and think about all this."
  "Good idea. You want a blowjob?"
  "Uh, sure. That might relax me," he smiled. "Leave my ass
alone, though. Think I'll build up a load of sweat today. You
seem to like it better that way!"
  "Does a bear shit in the woods? Hey, that's where WE gotta
do it! You think...maybe...?"
  "Phil..." Dave looked at him suspiciously. "Forget that!"
  Phil shrugged. "Just wanted ta watch...jeez! Party Pooper!"
  They fixed breakfast, cleaned up, then packed their gear for
a hike up the side of the rugged hill. The strenuous exercise
dissipated their worrisome thoughts for the time being. At
least Dave's. Phil spent their silent moments reliving his
experiences. The further they went, the more his muscles began
to pleasantly ache, the better he felt about himself...and his
son (with some reservations...like Slick...and the park activi-
ties!). Letting Dave lead the way most of the time, he enjoyed
watching the man's tight buttocks strain as he moved up the
hill. It made him wonder how he'd ever missed the sensuousness
of the male anatomy all this time.
  Alighting a plateau, they both gasped in exhaustion. Phil
playfully patted Dave on the ass and run his finger up his
crack. Dave flinched, then grinned patiently in amusement.
"Horny fucker!"
  "Just testin' to see if you're getting wet back there,
baby."
  "Man, I'm gonna be so fucking raunchy after this hike,
even YOU won't be able to stand me!"
  "Heh! You're gonna smell soooo good! I'll do it right here!"
  "Well, you get all you want this weekend, Phil. But let's
wait til we get back down, okay? My poor balls need to
recuperate."
  "Alright. You'll smell even better then. It's about 2:00.
One more section, then we'd better head down."
  Several hours later they approached the camp.
  "I don't fuckin' believe it!" Phil gasped.
  "What? What is it?"
  "The bike. The motorcycle."
  "So? Somebody must have come by. Let's go see."
  "You don't understand, Dave. That's Slick's bike!"
  "What? Slick? Nonsense, what the hell would he be doing
here?"
  "Let's find out."


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