Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2000 20:56:15 PDT
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: CAMPING DADS Part 3

(Incest, rimming, scat, w/s)

                  CAMPING DADS--Part 3

    They headed for the tent. Phil drew the flap back. There sat
Slick...and Billy.
  "Hi, Dad! Uh, this is my friend...Slick."
  "Hey, how they hangin'?" the punk said, not getting up. He
had on a baseball cap--backwards, of course--a stained sweat-
shirt without sleeves--and Levi's. It was the first time Phil
noticed the tattoo on his right upper arm. A female siren in
black leather with a whip! He nodded, and looked at his son.
Billy sat there looking sheepish. He was wearing a thin
t-shirt, extremely tight ass-grabbing red shorts, and his white
tennies. He was obviously not in control of this expedition!
  "Bill? What brings you up here?"
  "Uh, well, I mentioned to Slick that you and Dave were up
here on your camping trip, and he suggested we come up and join
you two. Is...is that alright?"
  "Um..."
  "Sure!" Dave interjected quickly to temper Phil's resent-
ment. "Glad you could join us. Nice to meet you, Slick." He
held out his hand, forcing the boy to acknowledge and take it.
  "Yeah, it's a kick," Slick muttered. Dave noticed, not
surprisingly, that like most punks Slick had a handshake like a
wet mackeral. All his butchness was in his ability to give
orders. Dave had a sudden regret at not being queer. He'd sure
show this kid a lesson! He had to admit, the boy literally
oozed unbridled sex! He even got a nervous sensation at the way
the kid was sizing him up. Yes, this guy could definitely
intimidate a person.
  Phil also came over to shake hands with him, holding perhaps
a bit too long, causing a very slight sneer to creep across
Slick's mouth.
  "Well, too bad you boys didn't show up sooner," Phil gained
a bit of lightness, "we just finished a long hike."
  "Oh," Billy gushed, "Slick doesn't like to hike...he likes
to ride!"
  "Uh, yes, I noticed his bike outside. That's quite a
powerful machine you've got," Phil remarked.
  "Yeah, it is. Suits me."
  "Yes, I imagine it does," Phil smiled, the slightest trace
of sarcasm in his voice. Dave stifled a smile.
  "How long you boys staying?" Dave asked, directing it at
Billy.
  "Uh...til Slick's ready to ride back, I guess," he answered
awkwardly, aware of his own subjugated position.
  "Well, tent's too small for four," Phil said, "hope you boys
brought along some sleeping bags."
  "Y-yeah," Billy offered. "Slick brought, uh, one big one."
He bit his lip, wondering if it sounded suspiciously intimate.
  "Good," Dave said. "That should do you fine. Hey, don't hang
around here, get out and get some exercise!"
  Reluctantly, Slick let himself be led out to wander around
while Dave and Phil whispered their confusion and disappoint-
ment. They'd planned a hot session centering around the amount
of sweat Dave had built up around his anus! Obviously pissed,
Phil peeked out then blatantly reached down the back of Dave's
pants. He swiped up and down the moist asscrack and put it to
his nose.
  "What's that little fucker up to? Damn you smell good! I
wanna rip your fuckin' pants down right now...son or no son."
  "Hold your horses. Maybe your son wouldn't mind, but the kid
across the street could make trouble," Dave advised.
  "He's obviously got Billy wrapped around his dirty finger.
Why'd he bring him out here?"
  Dave shrugged. "Maybe he wants to fuck around in the great
outdoors. Gotta admit, it's rather invigorating."
  "Gawd! I just got a horrible thought," Phil cried. "What
if...what if that punk somehow knew I was back in the truck
watching them?!"
  "Whew! Only you could tell that, Phil. You think it's
possible?"
  "No, I...I really don't think so. But...if he did, he's here
to rub it in my face!"
  "Well," Dave teased, "at least you like havin' it rubbed in
your face! As I remember, you even wanted him to rub it in your
face!"
  "Sssh! They might hear. Wonder what the hell they're
doing." Instead of looking out the front flap, Phil peeked
through a small tear in the side of the tent. "He's gropin'
him, Dave. Got his hand in his crotch and he's feelin' him up.
Punk's standing there like he deserves it!"
  "Phil, admit it. Billy thinks he deserves it, or he wouldn't
do it."
  "Not true. That shithole's blackmailing him. I told you he
threatened him with telling me about the park."
  "Wow, you got a decision to make. If you think Billy's being
coerced into servicing Slick, then you gotta tell him...maybe
everything!"
  "E-everything?!! About us, too?"
  "Well...he'll understand. Then he'll be able to tell Slick
to fuck off...if he wants."
  "Whadda you mean, 'if he wants'? Of course he does!"
  "Don't be so sure. You two are pretty close. Maybe he thinks
you'd understand...maybe HE knew you were there!...maybe he's
letting Slick think he's in control. Kid's a fuckin' sex bomb
...to a gay guy, hunh?"
  "Say, that gives me an idea. Obviously, some time on this
trip he's gonna have Billy blowing him, right? Suppose we catch
them? I play the irate father, and threaten the kid."
  "Forget it, Phil, Billy's over 18. Slick's the one
underage."
  "Aw, that doesn't matter. Not if I was so pissed off I was
ready to kill him! Turn the tables on him. Make him..."
  "Suck your dick?" Dave suggested, grinning.
  "Yeah! And...and..."
  "Face it, man. I think you're a little envious of Billy. You
want Slick yourself, don't you? You'd even grovel if the punk
said so."
  "I...I guess you're right, I don't know what to do, now."
  "Just like you said."
  "Hunh? Whadda you mean?"
  "Turn things around. How would Billy react if he caught
you?"
  "GAWD! Hmmm. I don't know. What would that solve?"
  "Maybe if Slick caught you doing me he'd..."
  "Forget that. My wife, you idiot! No, it's gotta be the
other way around. I hafta catch him forcing Billy."
  "OK, let's try it," Dave said.
  They both went out and Phil casually suggested the nearby
creek if they wanted to get wet and cool off.
  "Hey, great idea!" Slick brightened for the first time.
"Let's go, Billy, we can skinny dip out here. I love to be
naked in the woods! Uh," he hesistated, "you guys gonna join
us?"
  "No," Phil assured them. "We're really beat. You guys go on
ahead and have some fun. Our feet are killing us. I couldn't
walk a foot."
  Peeking over the ledge, Phil whispered, "Well, there's Billy
all naked layed out on a big rock, but where's Slick? Why don't
you slip down that gully, Dave, and see if you can find where
he is?"
  "Alright, but don't go bustin' in there til I get back."
  Absentmindedly, Phil played with his crotch as he gazed at
his son's sprawled nakedness. He had to admit, Billy was a pip!
Without meaning to, his thoughts turned to the park. Dark,
shadowy figures moving in the moonlight...closer and closer to
the naked boy on his knees as cock after stiff cock was placed
to the boy's eager lips, ready to burst big hefty loads of cum
down his insatiable throat! He sighed at the tap to his
shoulder.
  "Did you..."
  "Hi, decide to join us after all?" Slick grinned, noticing
instantly the big boner in Phil's pants as he stumbled to
arise. As if the sudden intrusion hadn't flustered him enough,
Slick stood there bare-assed, his fat cock hanging down
lusciously!
  "Uh...uh...h-how's the water?" Phil stammered.
  "Don't know. I didn't go in. Billy did, he's drying off now.
But then, you can see that, can't you?"
  "Y-yeah, I saw him down there...You, uh, didn't feel in the
mood? I thought you, uh, said you enjoyed swimming n-nude."
  "Um, not exactly. What I said was I enjoyed being naked in
the woods. You enjoy being naked in the woods? See, I don't
like to get wet too much. Kinda like the way my body smells,
you know? I like smellin' myself...so do other people. Here,
see what I mean." He approached Phil and practically stuck his
armpit in his face! "Nice, hunh?"
  "Ugh, wha...well, sure, I guess it's okay if you like it
like that, but...you DO bathe once in a while, don't you?"
  "Of course, you don't think I'm a filthy guy, do you? But
you gotta admit, it's nice leaving yourself smell a bit. Don't
you like smellin' your pits sometimes? Mine are great!" He
stuck his arm up and sniffed his own armpit. "Kind of a shame
to wash that all away, don't you think? Try it again, see what
I mean."
  "Uh, I see what you mean, Slick...believe me!"
  "You like it?"
  "Hunh? What? Your stinky armpits?"
  "No, man, my big cock! You haven't taken your eyes off of
it. You like it?"
  "It's...it's a fine one, Slick. Maybe we should get back."
  Slick held up his hand, stopping Phil in his tracks. "You
mean that? You really want to go back? My balls smells great,
too. You wanna try them? Don't I have huge nuts? Go ahead,
nobody's around. Get down an smell 'em if you want!"
  "SLICK! What the hell are you suggesting?!!" Phil cried.
  "Gosh, Mr. Williams, I'm not suggesting anything. I'm just
saying that if you wanna get down and smell my sweaty balls,
it's alright with me. You can play with my cock too, if you
want. I think you want, cause you're still lookin' at it! Come
on, let's go back in the bushes. I'll let ya cocksuck me, an'
lick me anywhere you want. You like suckin' ass? I smell
fantastic back there today!" He grabbed Phil's astonished hand.
"Let's go. I'll let ya suck my ass, and give you a hot load.
Billy got the morning one, but I always come more in the
afternoon!"
  Dave approached the rock. "Billy? Has your dad been down
here?"
  "Hunh? No, Dave," he blushed at being naked, "I...I don't
even know where Slick went."
  "Hmmm, he was up there, but he's not anymore. I thought
maybe he came down, uh, to join you guys."
  "Nope. But I'm ready to go back. Let me slip on my s-shorts
and I'll help you find him." But Slick had made off with them.
  Pushing aside the brush and brambles, Billy gasped, looking
into the hidden clearing. "S-Slick! DAD? What the....aw, what
the fuck's goin' on? You mutherfucker! You got something on my
dad, too?" He was totally flustered. Dave was openmouthed
himself, staring at the lewd performance.
  Billy turned. "DAVE?"
  Dave spread his hands apart, just as confused...kinda.
  "Quit your yappin'!" Slick cried, on his haunches, sitting
on Phil's face...sliding his grimy asscrack across the man's
lips! "Your old man's givin' me one hellofa rimjob! Why didn't
you tell me he sucks ass like this?! Beats my old man all to
hell!"
  "SLIIIICK!" Billy cried, horrified, disgusted, betrayed,
entranced. He was much too astonished to care now about his own
nudity. Shocked, he put his hands to his temples and let out
tiny shrieks.
  "Yeah, yeah, so you're upset I'm feedin' your old man my
asshole. I know you were looking forward to all the stink I've
got on it. Listen, why don't you just blow that guy? He's got a
hefty pecker in his pants. He ain't upset...see the boner he's
getting? Go ahead, blow him! I'll let you...this time. Just
don't forget your mouth and ass are mine!"
  Billy looked at Dave. He looked down at his crotch,
instinctively obeying Slick. Then he looked back up to Dave's
face, tears forming in his eyes. Dave didn't know what to do,
so he spilled the beans, trying to keep one eye on the action.
  "Y-you want it in a nutshell, Billy?" Stunned, Billy nodded.
"OK. Phil...your dad was in the back of the truck when Slick
came in and made you blow and lick and rim him. He couldn't
stand up for you because of what he heard about you in the park
blowin' guys, and besides that he wanted to see what you'd do
with Slick and if Slick got nasty he would have come out and
pounded the guy but you licked and sucked him and stuck your
tongue up his asshole and your dad got so turned on he was
confused and wondered what it'd be like to lick and suck Slick
himself and we were gonna catch him making you blow him today
and we were gonna...hell, I don't know what we were gonna do!"
  He took a deep breath, then continued.
  "I think he was gonna make Slick be the dog and blow him,
and probably me, cause you see your dad told me all about
seeing you blowin' Slick and rimmin' his asshole and said it
made him wonder if maybe the reason he didn't come out and
protect you was because maybe he was gettin' to be gay himself
and to find out he said he wanted to try blowin' me so I let
him and he sucked on my asshole all night besides blowing me
twice and again in the morning and when you guys showed up we
saw you playing with his cock from the tent and he put his hand
down my pants so he could sniff his finger cause I got all
sweaty back there while we were hiking and he wanted to rim me
up on the hill but I said....OH FUCK IT! YOU WANNA BLOW
ME, BILLY?"
  The boy stood there, naked and astounded. "All...all that
happened?"
  "See, kid," Slick grinned. "It runs in the family! Guy's got
a big cock, and you like big cocks in your mouth. TAKE HIS
FUCKIN' PANTS DOWN! I WANNA SEE YOU SUCK SOME
HOT PRICK! DO IT, ASSBOY, OR I WON'T LET YA LICK
MY HOLE ANY MORE!"
  Dave looked down at him. "You like lickin' his hole and
blowing him off? You like the way he smells and makes you lick
his dirty balls?"
  Billy nodded, casually reaching for his springy boner.
  "Then maybe you'd better do what your man says. You dig his
action so go with it. I'm not making judgements, Billy, but any
boy that sucks cock in the park likes to be ordered around.
Pull my pants down and blow me, kid. Suck the same cock your
dad did. Me an' Slick are straight. You and your dad are horny
cocksuckers. Since your dad's servicing Slick, it's up to you
to service me. Course I ain't a stinkhole like Slick...I'll
jack you off like I jack off your dad. Slick's too stupid to
know how to do that for a suck-buddy!"
  "Oh yeah? I just pay a guy back a better way, that's all!"
Slick returned. "I pay a guy back by fuckin' him up the ass.
Give 'im a real treat, hunh, Billy!"
  "He fucks you up the ass?" Dave asked. Billy was already
licking on Dave's knob, slurping his tongue all over it. He
looked up and nodded. "Wow, I'd sure like to fuck your little
butt. Can I fuck your little butt, Billy?"
  "Hey, that's my property, mister," Slick warned. "Come on,
man, get that tongue deeper up my shithole! Your boy's here
takin' lessons! And your boyfriend's tryin' to put the make on
his ass! HA! Lick those balls, kid. Give 'im your special
treatment: cockballsandasshole!"
  Dave was still watching the hunky punk grinding his asshole
over Phil's face. He stared at Phil's raging cock sticking out
from his pants. Slick had unzipped him, and even pulled it out.
He wouldn't grab it, but he was laughing and viciously slapping
it around. That only made it get harder! Billy took a glance at
his dad's cock, then turned away, embarrassed. But it had an
effect on Billy. He started going crazy on Dave's crotch,
finally twisting his head around and under his legs to bury his
tongue up Dave's rectum!
  It was almost an automatic instinct. Billy went lower as
Dave pushed his asshole to Billy's mouth. Soon, they were in
much the same position as the other two. Father and son
eagering licking out the buttholes of two straight guys. Dave
even tried reaching down and slapping Billy's cock, but when
the boy flinched in pain, he took it his hand and stroked it up
and down.
  "You're a pussy, fella!" Slick guffawed. "Gotta treat the
fags a little rough or they won't give their best. Go ahead and
queer his dick if you wanna. Hell, put it in your mouth. But
you go sniffin' round his ass, it better be with your nose,
cause that booty's mine!"
  He ground his asshole down harder onto Phil's mouth.
  "How 'bout that, shitlick? Plug that sweet little pussy of
Billy's all the time, now. Bet you'd like to lick my prick
after I pull it out, wouldn't ya? Yeah, suck your own boy's
assjuice! Oooh, I see that made your dick twitch!" He looked at
Dave. "Maybe I'll let ya use his ass. But first I gotta see ya
lick it. Then you gotta suck my prick. You're straight, hunh?
We'll see about that!"
  Dave glared at him...while enjoying himself. "I am straight,
you slimy punkboy! We might be doing the same thing right now
...but you're just as queer as they are. Who do you think
you're fooling? Not me. You wanna get your mouth down on that
cock so bad you can't stand it. You probably go around beatin'
up on fags without knowing it's because you really wanna suck
em!"
  "Cram your analysis, Mr. Psyche. I don't see you going
down!"
  "You don't see me fucking my daddy's mouth, either! How come
you're sitting over there? How come you're not here...on Billy?
You'd rather do it to Billy's dad, cause you wanna slap your
own daddy's dick. You wanna blow your dad, fella. Face it. So
blow Billy's dad instead."
  "Alright, smartass," he slapped Phil's prick hard. "I'll go
down on this prick after I see you deep-throat Billy!"
  Dave shut up. But getting the best of the punk was more
important. "Okay, I'll do it. I'm not such a chickenshit as you
are!" He went down on Billy's cock, taking it to the balls and
surprising himself.
  "MUTHERFUCKER! I KNEW YOU WERE QUEER!"
  "CHICKENSHIT!"
  "Nobody calls me chickenshit, you turd!" He scooted his butt
off Phil's face and bent down to grab the prick full force.
Taking a quick glance at Dave, he gritted his teeth and went
down, mouth-open.
  A contest, of sorts, was taking place and the raw-lipped
ass-suckers had a reprieve while the two 'straight' guys tried
to outdo each other! Billy was never one to hold his gun.
Nobody'd ever blown him before, and having his dad's hunky
buddy sucking his dick while Slick watched was entirely too
much for him. He spurted. He spurted again. Hell, he spurted
seven full blasts into Dave's mouth, and Dave--not wanting to
admit a defeat of any kind, swallowed the boy's thick cum down
his virgin throat. As determined as he was, it still dripped
from the corners of his mouth. But he rose up with a smirk on
his wet face.
  Slick was looking from the corner of his eye, and really
went to work on Phil's throbbing cock. Phil loved the taste of
the punk's dirty asscrack. It was even better than he'd dreamed
of. Now, it was great! Great, because he was staring at the
wide, gaping hole he'd wormed loose with his fluttering tongue
while the punk sucked his prick. No boyish spurts for him, Phil
flooded the kid's mouth with hot steams of mansperm that nearly
had Slick choking! But the punk was a game boy...more than ever
determined to show up his competition.
  It was on the last gulp that slithered down his throat, that
Slick wondered if he'd been taken in. He'd never sucked a guy's
prick before...especially in front of one of his suckboys...
especially doing it to his suckboy's FATHER! Wet-lipped, he
slowly lifted his head.
  Dave and Billy were sitting up, looking at him, smiling.
  "Whatda you think, fella?" Dave asked. "Just had my first
taste of a guy's jizz. Not too shabby, I'd say. How about you?"
  "Goddammit!" he shouted, laying off to the side. "Now I
gotta go find somebody else...SHIT! And I fuckin' liked you,
Billy," he muttered.
  Phil leaned up on his elbows, exhausted and satisfied,
wondering what Slick's commotion was all about.
  "What's your problem, kid?" Dave asked. "You liked that."
  "Y-yeah, I know," he admitted, disgusted with himself.
"That's why I hafta....fuck it, let me outta here!" He jumped
up, pointing to Billy. "Go home with your old man, shitlick!
I'm leaving!" He hurried away.
  "SLICK!!!" Billy called to him. "What's wrong?"
  "Forget it. I can't tell ya, kid, you live across the
fuckin' street! Just don't bug me any more, OK?"
  "He's in love with you, Billy," Dave remarked, loud enough.
  Slick spun around, angry, pointing a finger at Dave. "NO!
NO, YOU ASSHOLE, I'M NOT! THAT...IS TOTAL BULLSHIT!"
Then he calmed a bit. "That's not it. I ain't in fuckin' love
with no guy. I just...dig his fuckin' body. You're the best
little cocksuckin' butt-licker I ever ran across, Billyboy, and
you're a horny piece of ass. But I do wanna suck your joint,
man, and I can't handle that. I don't suck guys' joints! They
suck me! You get me turned on so I go down and do it...I ain't
got no power any more--you see? I can't be a cocksucker and
make a guy do what I want! SHIT! SHIT IT ALL TO HELL!
YOU FUCKERS FUCKED ME ALL FUCKED UP!"
  Billy rushed up to him, dropping to his knees and grabbing
him around the ass. "Slick? Slick? I don't care how many times
you...you do it to me...s-suck me...you can always tell me what
to do! I'm yours! I...I HATE licking your dirty hole...
honest...and your slimy prick always smells like crud...and
your balls, too! I hate it when you make me lick all over your
smelly balls...like you been fuckin' goats or something. But...
when you say it..I gotta do it...you know?"
  Slick stared down at the begging, submissive boy. Something
was tearing up inside him, and he didn't know what it was.
"Yeah?"
  "Yeah!" Billy groveled, to Phil and Dave's silent amazement.
"Just...just don't ever, ever try to make me lick your stinky
feet! Your asshole stinks like the dickins, but...I'll do it
for ya. I like you to fuck me...you know that...even when it
hurts. And you can suck me if you want...cause you're the boss
and you can do whatever you want, see? Just don't ever make me
do something that dirty, okay?"
  Slick gasped at Billy's words. Something he hadn't
considered. Something else he hadn't considered, too. The
'boss' thing.
  Phil and Dave just observed, silenting understanding what
was taking place between the two teenagers.
  "Hey, you got something there, you little turd! I AM the
boss over you. You're just a cocksucking little blowboy made
for my pleasure, aren't you?" Billy nodded. "I can suck your
little prick all the fuck I want to. I can make you blow jizz
down my throat all day long, hunh? Yeah, I'm the boss. Shit, I
could even make you fuck my butthole...if I wanted to, that
is...WHICH I DON'T!" He leaned down and shouted into Billy's
wide-eyed face. "I COULD EVEN MAKE YOU LICK MY TURD
WHILE I TAKE A BIG FUCKIN' SHIT IN YOUR FACE,
COULDN'T I?!!"
  "Y-yes, S-Slick...you could. You c-could make me do that,
you're the boss! Want me to do it now?"
  "Naw, don't hafta go right now. But..." He reached down and
ripped off his tennis shoe and smelly sweatsock. He grabbed
Billy behind the neck. Billy looked up...all innocence and
purity. The little fucker knew exactly what he was doing! Dave
watched his performance in awe. He could learn things about
psychology from Billy!
  Slick lifted his stinky foot to his crotch. "Next to my
...what'd you say? They stink like I been fuckin' goats? Well,
smell 'em both, Billy. You like my goatstink, let's see how you
like my dirty toes! Yeah, push your face right into 'em. Damn,
ain't that hot stuff? Smell my toes. Stick your tongue out and
lick 'em all over...in between so you can eat the little bits
of grunge! That's it, you little turd, clean my foot! Yeah,
that tickles. Think I just might keep you, you dirty little
fag! Might get you to come over and suck off my old man, too!
Wanna suck my daddy's asshole, sweetheart?"
  Phil was ready to pounce, but Dave held him back when Billy
nodded in agreement. "I'll suck anybody you want, Slick.
Anybody at all!"
  "Good boy. OK, you got me almost convinced. One last thing,
and our deal's sealed. Alright, baby?"
  "Uh, sure, Slick...w-what is it? I'm ready."
  "We'll see. Do this last thing and I'll never doubt you
again. Yeah. Yeah. Do this and I will let you fuck me in the
asshole...once in a great while, of course. And you hafta suck
your own cum out after."
  Billy bobbed his head in agreement, wondering what was next.
So far, he had his sex god by the balls! Somehow he knew that
Slick would be down between his legs nearly as much as himself.
The 'boss' trip would allow him to do anything at all. And
Slick was such a nasty-thinking guy, he'd naturally want to do
some of those things himself!
  Billy went back to sniffing and licking Slick's dirty toes
...Billy thought they were incredible. He'd never even thought
about doing such a thing before, but Slick smelled so good
everywhere else, why wouldn't his feet? It was a totally
different kind of smell, but Billy dug it.
  Slick looked over at Phil. "You ain't sayin' much, Billy's
Daddy. You wanna get two cents worth in here, or are you still
smellin' your upper lip? Maybe you'd like me to be your boss,
too, hunh?"
  Phil gasped. His dick stirred at the suggestion. "I...just
want Billy to be happy. He wants to be your slave, that's
alright with me. I guess I understand that. You're hard to
resist, I'll admit. You fuck up my kid and I'll bite off your
cock and balls and eat them. Other than that, don't do it front
of his mother, alright?"
  Slick grinned ear to ear. "That's a deal! You got nice cum,
and suck an ass like a champ. Maybe Billy wouldn't mind...I
mean, maybe we'll get together when I'm in the mood. Let's see
if you're willing to help Billy pass his last test." He grabbed
Billy by the ears, playfully. "Go suck your dad's asshole!" he
ordered.
  "HUNH?!!" Everybody gasped at that.
  "Yeah. Suck his hole...get it nice and wet...I'm gonna
FUCK HIM! After I FUCK HIM, you're gonna lick my prick!
And to show you I'm a good master, maybe I'll blow ya afterwards.
If I want to."
  Slick looked at Billy's dad. Dave looked at Billy's dad.
Billy looked at his dad. His dad looked at Billy.
  "I'd do anything for you, son. This is your decision, and
I'll go along with it. He's sexy, but he's a creep. You want
this creep running your life...then eat out my asshole, I
guess. But please, oh please, do it to me as good as I've seen
you do it to him. I've never had more than a finger up
there..." he glanced at Dave, "...so far. So make it easy on me
if you can. Creep's gotta big cock! You know what I'm gonna be
like. Guess that don't matter, though. If you crave that dirty
pit of his...and we both know what that's like...fuckin'
luscious, I admit...then mine won't even matter. I love your
mother, Billy, but I'm just as queer as you are. We're just two
dirty guys, I guess. Who else would shove their tongue up his
raunchy shithole? So? What's a little incest in the bargain?
Slick knows all about that, doesn't he?"
  "Hey! Leave my cocksuckin' old man outta this! He couldn't
help it. After all, I was a hot little stud even back then. Saw
my prick and just hadta lick it! No surprise he's still doing
it now that it's gotten bigger. Fuck it, get over there. Let's
see some asslicking!"
  Billy went over to Phil. They stared at each other, passing
some communication between themselves. Phil lifted his legs and
Billy got down and looked at his hole. Slick got down and
looked at his hole, too. He could smell everything that Billy
could smell. Normally, Slick would never have gotten that close
to a guy's shithole, but now...well, HE WAS THE BOSS AND
HE COULD DO WHATEVER THE FUCK HE WANTED!
HELL, HE COULD LICK IT HIMSELF IF HE WANTED TO!
  Slick shook his head, trying to toss off the disturbing
cobwebs.
  "Diggin' that, baby? Smellin' Daddy's poophole? Just another
poophole, kid. You love smellin' and lickin' poopholes. One of
these days you gotta tell your old man about how you carried on
at the park. Whooie! What a tale that'll be! Diggin' that hot
smell, baby? Lick it up! Lick it, lick it, lick it! Daddy got
any shit on his hole, lick it right offa there! Stick your
tongue in. Remember, I'm gonna FUCK HIM!"
  Billy ate out his dad's asshole. Billy knew how big Slick's
cock was. Billy knew what it felt like having that big rammer
jammed up his virgin butthole. His dad had a virgin butthole.
Billy loved his dad. Billy sucked his dad's anus like fury, so
it wouldn't hurt so much. And...well, Billy was a natural
asshole sucker. He couldn't help it if he liked his dad's hole
as much as any asshole he'd ever sucked on. Billy'd never
sucked an asshole he didn't like. He didn't think he'd like
Slick's dirty bunghole when he'd first smelled it. That's why
he lied to him about never having done it before. Billy should
have known better. He'd smelled so many buttholes before that,
and never turned one down. But Slick's was SO smelly...SO
raunchy...even he wasn't sure he'd be able to do it. But after
that first sniff...well, you know the rest. Billy wormed his
tongue up Phil's rectum, getting it loosened up.
  Phil was helping. Phil was trying to fight it, but Phil was
getting his first rimjob, and he didn't much give a shit at
that moment that it was his own son giving it to him! A tongue
up the butt is a tongue up the butt! Especially one as
experienced as Billy's.
  Phil wanted to cry out, "EAT OUT MY FUCKIN' ASSHOLE, SON!"
But he held back, and pulled his legs back to his chest,
pushing his butt out as Billy licked him there. But good
intentions sometimes go awry.
  "AW, BILLY, EAT OUT MY FUCKIN' ASSHOLE! YOU'RE SO
FUCKIN' QUEER YOU MADE YOUR DAD QUEER! LICK ME!"


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