Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2013 00:31:11 -0800 (PST) From: Jarbear Jarbear <jarbear1974@yahoo.com> Subject: Gay Campground - 82 Chapter 82 NOTE: If you would like an updated list of characters in all the chapters, a map of my vision of the campground, and/or a listing of all the plots of all the chapters. Just email me. I do all this for myself to keep everything sorted out. Written by jarbear1974@yahoo.com -------------------------------------------------------------------------- As Dad and I were beginning our new relationship together, I decided right away to show him the campground. He informed me that he had never been to a place like this and he was interested in what it was like. The only gay experiences he had was in the baths (of which he owned and operated two in Canada). Going out the door, I called back over my shoulder to Brad, "Dad and I are headed out. I'm going to show him the place. Call me on the PA if you need anything." "Sure will boss," Brad called back, "But I do need to get fucked by your dad sometime. Hopefully something can be worked out." Duane looked at me and laughed, "You sure have a friendly and outspoken staff here." "They trust me and I trust them for anything. We can say anything around here – we are honest and upfront with each other. I guess that's why we get along so well. Also, I think we all enjoy our work here – along with all the amenities." I then winked at him. As we headed to the barn, I thought first we would spend just a little time in the hot tub. Relaxing and just talking would be a good way to start. Duane followed my lead and we crawled in. There were only two others there – so we had plenty of room. As we sat in the warm, swirling water, Duane gave a sigh of satisfaction. We both leaned back and closed our eyes. Duane then reached over, under the water, and began to gently stroke my inner thigh. His touch felt good and I relaxed with his gentle massage. "Tell me what's going on with yourself," Duane began. "Well, after I graduated from high school, I got a good job in the city. Then Dad and Mom died in that accident. You know about that. Well, with some of the money I inherited, I bought a camper trailer and came down here. I liked it so much, I left my trailer here permanently and went back to work during the week. I then got fired from my job and was offered partnership in this business along with running it. So I moved out of my apartment and had a Katrina cottage built. I now live here all the time and made a lot of friends here – especially the staff." "Sounds like you've got your life in good order." "I don't think it could be any better. What about you?" "After I graduated from high school, I immediately got a job to support you. I started work with Tracform Corporation and worked myself up to executive position. I saved a lot of money in the meantime. All the time I knew I was gay and was willing to live with it. My parents were very supportive of me. They're both gone now – old age, you know. Then the two baths I frequented were up for sale because the owner/operator was retiring. I had the money, knew how to run the business, knew it was good – so I bought them both. And here I am." "Great! Now I want to know – what all do you like – sexually." "Guys – only guys!" "I know that," I laughed, "I mean what do you like to do?" "I'm open to just about anything and everything – except all that sever stuff. And you?" "Same here. I guess I like incest, too – obviously." "Obviously," Duane responded. We sat there for a while, gazing into each other's eyes. "I'm getting more and more liking you coming into my life – in more ways than one." "I'm so glad I took the risk to come down to see you," Duane said smiling at me. "There's something right now that I want – and I really want it." "What's that?" "Well, son, I fucked you a little bit ago. It's been my fantasy to get fucked by my son. Only you can do that for me." "Dad, I was hoping since we first met that I would get to fuck you." Under the swirling water, I told hold of his hand and placed it on my hard, throbbing cock. "I'm ready whenever you are." Duane gave the look of surprise, "My god, son! You just shot your load down my throat a little bit ago. You're ready to go again?" "Sure am," I replied with pride. "That's why I do a good job of running this place. I'm always in the mood for good ole' guy-to-guy sex. Come on. Straddle me and slide your ass down on my cock." Duane quickly glanced at the other two in the tub. They just shrugged their shoulders back at them. "Should I? – now? – in front of them?" "God, Dad! Anything goes on in the place – anywhere. Sex at this place is so common. Come on – ride me!!" So Dad stood up, turned and faced me. Then by placing his knees on either side of me on the bench, he was able to straddle my lap. He reached behind himself and took hold of my cock. Moving his ass little, my cockhead found his entry. Then slowly and carefully, he slid all the way down to the base of my shaft. The feeling of my cock – all the way up in my dad's ass – incredible! It just wasn't the fucking, but the idea that I was fucking my father – a person who brought me into this world through his seed. And now I'm giving back – by putting my seed in him. With my hands, I took hold of my dad's ass cheeks and began pumping my cock in and out in a tempo that definitely brought a smile to his face. I noticed that he had a gift in fucking like me – squeezing the sphincter muscle to bring more intense pleasure to the fucker. As this was going on, the two other in the hot tub were watching us. Finally, one spoke up, "I just have to ask. Did I hear you address him as your father? I like that fantasy role too. My friend, here, and I play that role sometimes." "Excuse me," I replied as I continued to fuck my dad's ass, "but he really is my father – my biological father." "My god!" the other replied, "This is for real – this is for fucking real!" They both then leaned forward with intense interest. This didn't bother me at all. I loved have others watch me fucking around with guys – and now this is my dad they're watching! As Dad continued to ride my cock, he wrapped his arms around my neck, leaned forward and kissed me long and deep. I responded with my tongue. As our tongues danced together, Dad picked up on his fucking. As a result, another cumload was boiling up inside me. The fucking pace picked up faster and harder. "Dad, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna shoot my fucking load up inside you." "Give it to me son! Breed me with that DNA of yours that is just like mine! I want to feel my son's load in me." Just as I was about to reach "the pinnacle of success", there came over the loudspeaker, "Bob, you are needed at the office right away!" "Oh fuck!" I said in frustration. Dad immediately stopped his riding my cock and looked at me. "You better go see what that is." "But I wanted to show you more of this place – and I didn't get to finish fucking you!" "Don't worry about that, my son, your business comes first right now. I'll just walk around and make myself at home. We'll catch up with each other later. Besides – we have too – I left my clothes in your cabin." He crawled off me and sat to the side as I stood up and dragged myself out of the whirlpool. Just as I was exiting out the barn door, I looked back at my dad. By then, he was already sitting between the two others in the pool. "He's as much a whore as I am," I thought to myself, "Like father, like son." When I entered the building, I called out to Brad, "What's up?" Brad was standing at the registration counter doing some paperwork. "He's back in the delivery building. It's Sheriff Wallace. I thought at first we were in trouble for something. But then, when he made a pass at me and said he wanted to fuck me, I figured we weren't." "Well did he?" "What?" "Fuck you!" "Oh, yeah. You know I never turn down an offer." "He's got a nice cock, doesn't he?" I said with a smile. "Oh, he's the one who fucked you today." "Yep." "Yeah, I like his cock. It fit my asshole real good. I like the way he grabs my hips and just keeps a steady tempo in his fucking. His cock tastes pretty good too. He didn't shoot his load in me, but I did taste his precum. Pretty sweet!." "Well, I better go see him." As I entered the delivery building, I didn't put on the jumpsuit as we normally do for deliveries in the building. I knew what he was here for. When I saw him, I called out to him, "Hey! You came back just like you said. You here for the evening or how long?" "I'm here for the night. I figured I don't need much to take into the grounds with me. Is there a place for me to sleep?" I laughed, "I don't think you'll get much sleep, but if you do, there's the bunkhouse. I'll show it to you. You just go in there and plop on a bed. I think you need to take of that uniform first." He started to undress. He unbuttoned his shirt first, then unbuckled and unzipped his slacks. Before taking them off, he turned his back to me to reach down to take off his shoes and socks. I watched that fine ass of his move around as he was removing his shoes and socks. I couldn't resist. I stepped forward and with one hand groped his ass crack through the fabric. Sheriff Wallace jumped slightly startled. He then resumed bent over to work on the last shoe and sock. In the meantime, I slipped both of my hands beneath the waistband of his slacks and underwear and pushed them down, showing his asscrack right in from of me. I always did like eating an ass of a federal officer! I immediately got down on my knees and buried in face in that crack of his. I quickly found his asshole with my tongue and began to lather is it with my spit. While I was doing that, Sheriff Wallace reached down into the pocket of his slacks and pulled out a popper bottle. "If you're going to fuck my ass, I need to huff some of this stuff to loosen up." "What makes you think I'm going to fuck you?" "Hey buddy, right now, I'm the sheriff and you do what I say! You've got my ass all lubed up with that tongue spit of yours. Now I want you to slide your hot fucker up in me!" He bent over again, reached back and pulled apart his ass cheeks. It only took a couple of strokes of my cock before it was hard enough to plow him. I aimed my shaft for his fuckhole and gave it a push. His asshole was so loose, that my cock slid in with no problem at all. In fact, it was so easy, Sheriff Wallace did not groan – he just sighed. As I pumped in and out of him, his asshole was warm and moist. It felt good. It wouldn't take long at all for me to dump my load in him. I didn't finish fucking my dad. I figured I'll give Sheriff Wallace my load now and then give Dad a fresher load when I fuck him later. (Aren't I considerate?) That's what I did. Only a couple of pushes and my load went in. When I was done and pulled out, Sheriff turned around and looked at me. "That sure didn't take long." "Well I was in the midst of fucking Dad when I was called out to see you." "Fucking your dad? Your dad is here?" "Sure! My biological dad is here. He's already fucked me and I was fucking him until you arrived." Uh oh! I suddenly realized who I was talking to. Am I going to be arrested for incest? Is my dad? Will he close the campground because of that? Me and my big mouth! But Sheriff Wallace didn't say anything. He folded up his slacks and made a neat pile with his shoes and socks. He was about to take off his uniform shirt when I stopped him, "No – leave it on. Some guys dig uniforms. Besides, you look sexy with an open shirt like that." As we cut through the registration building, I told Sheriff what happened in meeting my father and that I wanted to find him right away. As I looked for him, Sheriff would follow me and I would give him a quick tour of the grounds. As we were first heading to the barn, Sheriff couldn't get enough of the scenery around him. His head was turning every which way as he saw all the naked guys walking all around. Of course, the grounds were crowded as it was coming to the end of our first Biker's Weekend. We entered the barn. I saw right away that Dad was no longer in the hot tub. Six guys were in there – four sexing away with each other. The two that were with Dad and I were still there. I called out to them, "Hey guys, where did my dad go?" They said a couple of words to each other first, then called back to me. Pointing to the loft, one of them called out, "We think he went up there. We're not quite sure." Sheriff was standing next to me all this time gawking at what was happening in the hot tub. So I told him to hike himself up the ladder to the loft and I would be right behind him. As he started up the ladder, I watched his ass move. Then I got right behind him. When he was face height to me, I called out to him, "Hold it right there Sheriff." He looked back down at me and said, "What?" I didn't say anything, but moved up and pushed my face into his asscrack. I tongued his hole until my stored cumload came oozing out. I licked it all up and swallowed it. I then spoke up, "Just wanted to clean it all out before your ass started leaking it going up the ladder." Sheriff laughed and said, "I appreciate that. It would be embarrassing going up and dripping cum all the way." When we got up in the loft, I immediately walked over to the orgy area. There were about seven guys in a heap sucking and fucking away. Details couldn't be made out as to exactly what was happening, but there was definite movement going on. Like a jerk and without thinking, I called out, "Hey Dad, you in there?" The movement stopped and all faces turned toward me. Several said, "Dad?" "Excuse me," I said awkwardly. He would have answered me by then (unless his mouth was full of cock – you know – never speak with your mouth full!). I was heading toward the glory hole maze when I realized Sheriff wasn't following me. I looked back – he was standing there in a stupor, staring at the orgy that was going on in front of him. His cock was sticking straight out in front of him as obviously, he liked what he saw. I calmly walked back to him, took hold of his cock and like a dog on a leash, guided him back to following me. As we entered the maze it became darker. There were several campers walking the halls. Some were pressed up against the wall with their cocks stuck through. By the way they were moaning – some eyes were rolled back in ecstacy – it was obvious they were getting great blow jobs. When we stopped in front of one glory hole, I looked at it and noticed a finger poked through, indicating that there was a guy on the other side wanting to suck cock. I turned to the Sheriff. Motioning to the hole, I said, "Wanna give it a try?" "Sure," he said, "My cock is hard and ready to go anyways." He stepped up to the hole and pushed it in. I just stepped back and stood there to watch. I noticed his knees were trembling a little. He braced himself against the wall for a while and then began fucking the hole in front of him. He turned and looked at me with a smile and rolled his eyes back as if in ecstacy. I stepped up to him, groped his ass and said, "Stick around here for a little bit – I'll be back to get you." "With this blow job I'm getting, I'm going nowhere soon," he gasped. I smiled back at him and walked away. I don't know why, but I was suddenly in the mood to suck some anonymous cock. So I walked around on the other side of the wall where the stools were situated in front of each glory hole – for the cocksucker's comfort. I remembered which hole the Sheriff was at because I wanted to see who was giving him such a great blowjob. Just might keep this guy in mind for later on. It was dark – not much light – so I had to walk carefully. When I got to the place where the cocksucker was blowing the Sheriff, I slowed down to take a look. The cocksucker was Dad! I should have known! I stepped up to him and whispered in his ear, "Don't stop sucking. I found you, so I'll sit next to you and suck some cock until you're done. By the way, you're sucking a sheriff's cock." Dad pulled his mouth off the cock and turned to me wide-eyed. He then smiled, gave me the okay sign and then resumed blowing the sheriff's cock. I, meanwhile, sat on the stool at the next hole over to wait for the next cock that came popping through the hole. I stuck my finger through to let anyone on the other side know that there was a mouth available. Sure, enough, it wasn't about 30 seconds before a cock began prodding through. It was limp and soft – but that was no problem. I slipped it in my mouth and began giving it my expert suck-and-tongue job. In no time, it was hard and straight. Dad then tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned to look at him, he smiled at me and said, "Let's have a cocksucking contest. Whoever gets their cock to cum first is the winner and the loser treats the winner to dinner. "No fair!" I replied, "You've been working on yours for a while!" "Well then, I'll hold off and give you some time to work on yours and catch up. The winner proves they've won by giving the loser their cumload – OK?" I gave Dad the thumbs up and began to work on the cock before me. Little did Dad know what an expert cockscucker I was! When I felt there was sufficient catch-up time, I gave Dad the thumbs up to get started. I immediately began deep-throating the cock in front of me. I used my special technique of sucking hard and tickling under the shaft with my tongue at the same time. I didn't look over to see how Dad was doing. I was too busy working on winning this contest. I knew that Dad was going to be proud of me. It wasn't long before I sensed the guy I was sucking was about to blow. I held still and sure enough, I got four good, heavy spurts shot in my mouth. When I was sure he was done, I slid my lips off his shaft. I turned towards my dad and tapped him on the shoulder. He held up his index finger, indicating, "Wait a minute." I knew the Sheriff was just blowing his load into my dad's mouth. Dad must have been pretty good because I could hear Sheriff moaning clearly right through the wall. Dad then turned to me and we leaned toward each other. We grasped each other's faces in our hands and kissed long and deep. The cumloads we collected intermingled as our tongues danced together. Finally, we swallowed. We pulled back from each other and Dad gave me a smile. "Ok," he asked, "Now who won?" "I believe I won," I replied, "But it was so close, we should have had a judge available. I'm willing to accept a tie." Dad laughed as we both stood up. He put his arm around me in a fatherly fashion and we walked around the wall to meet Sherriff. When we approached him, he was sitting on the floor by the wall. "What's going on?" I asked, concerned that maybe he was ill. "I got so weak-kneed when I blew my load, that I couldn't stand. I got such a terrific blowjob, that it zapped the strength out of me. Wow! You've got some good cocksuckers at this campground." I chuckled, "Well, Sheriff, meet your fabulous cocksucker – my dad." Dad reached down to Sheriff and Sheriff reached back up to him. As they shook hands, Dad helped Sheriff back on his feet. As we headed out of the gloryhole maze, I said, to Dad and Sheriff, "Let's stick together and I'll quickly show you the rest of the campground. It won't be long before supper. Then there's the big biker's party tonite. We need to get rested up and freshened up for that." "What's gonna happen at the party?" Sheriff asked. "Anything and everything, my friend," I replied, "Anything and everything."