Date: Sat, 3 May 2003 11:54:26 EDT
From: Bulldogbreed47@aol.com
Subject: Gone Fishing

Gone Fishing

By Bulldog Breed.


Here I was sitting in the passenger seat of an old Land Rover; which was
towing an even older caravan; speeding (barely doing fifty) up the A1
toward Scotch Corner with a middle aged man who I hardly know and who is
old enough to be my father.  In fact he is my father's best friend.  How
did I get here you may ask?  Well, mum thought that because dad and I
hadn't been getting on to well since I left school and started college; it
would be a good idea to go on a fishing trip together and `bond' in the
wilds of Scotland.

This may have been a good idea to start with, but my dad petrified at the
thought of spending a whole week with is son alone; asked his best mate
Fred Redpath along for company.  He told me that he had asked Fred because
he had a Land Rover and great caravan which he would bring along.  He
thought we would need the Land Rover to get to the off-road site where he
wanted to park.  He rambled on about this little glen they had found when
passing through Glen Coe.  How it had a pool with a waterfall; and was
surrounded by tall trees on three sides and a rock face on the other.  It
was also only five minutes walk to a river that had some of the finest
trout fishing in the world.  I was really impressed (not) but my mother
(metaphorically) broke my arm till I gave in.  The morning we were do to
leave, in fact we were loading the Land Rover; when the phone rang.  It was
dad's workplace there was an emergency.  Someone had lost the stapler of
something.  My heart leapt in my breast; free, I wouldn't have to go; I
could stay at home and mope.

Dad was ages on the phone; when he came out he was all red faced and
agitated.

`Sorry lads, something's come up at work and I've got to go in -- it will
take a couple of days I'm afraid.'

I managed to look suitably disappointed.

`It's OK Dad, we can go some other time, I was really looking forward to
getting some fishing in; I will get my things out of the Land Rover.'

`No, don't bother son.'

It was Fred who spoke in his deep booming `Geordie' accent. He was born in
Newcastle upon Tyne which obliges him to speak with a strange accent and to
call every male from six months to sixty years son.

`You can still go,' he went on.

`No... but... Dad -- Mum... not without Dad... I couldn't.'  I stuttered.

`Great idea' said Dad.  I could join you in a couple of days, when the
problems sorted out at work. That OK with you lad?'

`Yes' I replied; feigning a smile.

Fred laughed and gave me a hearty slap on the back.

`Come on then son; let's get going.'

That's how I managed to be on my way to Scotland with a bloke I hardly
knew.

The journey had taken over eight hours; I frequently lost the will to live;
as Fred recounted to me some of the most boring fishing tales that any
human being had ever the misfortune to hear.  In retrospect I didn't give
him much of a chance.  He tried other subjects but I was determined to make
his life difficult; well perhaps not his life but at least this journey.
We crossed over the border into Scotland at about ten o-clock in the
morning; by twelve we were in Glen Coe.  Even from my cynical standpoint, I
had to admit that we were passing through some of the most beautiful
countryside in the United Kingdom.  Fred had gone quiet on me; I think he
was regretting the rash offer to take me along on his fishing trip.  It was
a scorching hot day and even with all the windows open the air in the Land
Rover was stifling.  I was sweating buckets and was starting to feel really
uncomfortable.

Fred turned of the main road, on to this glorified cart track.

`Not long now son' he mumbled.

`Good I replied. I could do with a walk about to stretch my legs and get
some fresh air.'

Fred laughed, or nearer to the truth he chuckled to himself.

`What's up?' I enquired.

`Well son, we have to set up camp when we get where we are going.'

`How long will that take?' I groaned.  `I mean it's a caravan for Gods
sake.'

`You'll see,' he replied

We were fast approaching a pine forest; great I thought to myself at least
it will be cooler in there.  The track was getting rougher; the Land Rover
was bouncing about alarmingly.  Looking through the rear window I could see
the caravan actually bounce into the air from time to time.  The trees had
closed in all round us now it was all dark and mysterious outside the
vehicles window.  Shafts of bright sunlight occasionally cut through the
trees to glare into my eyes.  We had been travelling through the tunnel of
trees for about ten minutes; when I was completely blinded by the rays of
the sun.  When I got my vision back I realised we had pulled into a small
glade.  It was just has it had been described to me earlier.  It was
beautiful; nature can be awe inspiring sight when it's at best.  It was the
large pool with the slender flume of water going into it that attracted my
eye.

`Idyllic,' I exclaimed.

`Didn't think you liked the countryside, son?'

`Idyllic,' I repeated, quietly.

He pulled the vehicle round in a big arc till the door of the caravan and
the big window faced the water.

`Great spot' I said, almost cheerfully.

He was out of the door like a shot.

`Right son, you look round for four pieces of flat stone, and I'll get the
handle to let the caravan legs down.'

That's what it was like for the next hour, do this, do fucking that he was
really pissing me off, and he kept calling me son like I was some kind of
kid or something.  It was just like being at home with dad on a Sunday with
all the chores to do.  It was so hot; I really was looking forward to a
shower.

`Right son, lets have a cup of tea before we get cleaned up,' he said
wiping his brow.

`OK, I'll put the kettle on.' I said quickly; so that I could get the first
shower.

Fred had opened all the windows, and hinged back the door on the caravan to
let the hot air circulate.  When I got in side I looked round it was quite
cosy and comfortable.  At one end it had what looked like a breakfast bar
with a table and a two seater settee at each side.  Situated in the middle
there was on one side a wardrobe and a chest of drawers and on the other
there was a sink, cooker, fridge and a load of cupboards; at the far end
was another two seater settee, flush with the wall with a little table next
to that.  Adjacent to that was this... well it looked like a large closet.
I opened the door; because I thought this must be were the shower was;
er... er it was the loo, with the tiniest sink you ever did see.  I thought
I would just nip in and have a piss before Fred came in.  I was stood there
with my dick in my hand when the door of the toilet flew open.

`What yer doing son?'

He was looking down at my dick which was showering golden rain into the
porcelain; well that wasn't quite correct it was plastic actually.  What
made it worse was that I had just been entertaining myself by pulling my
foreskin back to expose my glans to the fresh air, you know the way that
you do when taking a leisurely piss.

`What do you think I'm doing It's a bog and I'm having a piss.'

`Not in here your not...'  He said with an embarrassed edge to his voice.

I was starting to feel uncomfortable because his eyes were trying to stick
to my face but kept glancing down to my cock.  I was a little bit proud of
my dick and ego kicked in so I started to give it a leisurely shake it to
get rid off the last few drops of piss; and to give Fred a bit of a cock
show.  I am always the guy in the showers who walks round with his towel
round his shoulders; and the reason is... I've got a big tool, four to five
inches when slack and over eight inches when hard, and it's really thick.
What makes it more obvious is that I'm only slightly built; this I am not
happy about I'm only five foot six inches tall, narrow shouldered and
hipped, my dad tells me it's a swimmers body.  I've a pale ivory coloured
skin and black hair.  My pubic hair and the hair under my arms are thick
and bushy, but the rest of me is smooth... unfortunately.  Fred stepped
back as I zipped up and stepped out of the loo.

`Where do we take a piss then?'  I enquired tartly.

`There a thousand acre forest all round us son... you could shit and piss
in it for the rest of your life and never do it in the same place twice,'

`What about a shower?'

`No shower, only a bath,' he replied.

Looking round the caravan I said with a little incredulity, `In here?'

Fred started to laugh, `yes son under the fucking floorboards, it's
sunken!'

I was a little taken aback I had never heard Mr Redpath swear like that
before.  He had been my dads mate for ever; he never took any notice of me
at all, not even when I was a kid.  My mum used to try and get me to call
him Uncle Fred and his wife Aunty Alice but I never would.

`It's out there you lummox -- the pool, all that fresh clean mountain
water, what more do you want?'

`Hot water,' was my reply.

I went and sat down on one of the settees at the table end.

`Last one in, is a sissy,' said Fred as he pulled his baggy sweat shirt
over his head.

`Sad or what?' was my rebuff.

I noticed with a shock that my Uncle Fred had somebody else's torso; there
was no other explanation for it.  He had borrowed a body; and it was the
one I wanted; not sexually, but when I thickened out (I hope) in my
twenties.  He was toned, honed and defined; his deltoids along with his
abdominal muscles were sensational, he was wide of shoulder and narrow of
hip.  He also had a faint covering of tight gold hair across his chest that
encircled two copper coloured large nipples and a distinct line of the same
hair running over his tight belly and vanishing into his baggy trousers.
That's it I thought to myself, baggy; that is how Fred is always dressed,
baggy tops, bottoms the lot.  He didn't stop there; he was completely
oblivious to my presence.  He undid his baggy corduroy trousers and let
them fall to the ground.  The bastard had the legs to match; a strong mans
legs, shaped by the muscles of his thighs and calves which were all covered
in that same fine golden hair, which shone in the hot afternoon sunlight.
It was the underpants that did it; I started to laugh.

`What... what... what's up,' he said looking down following my eye line.

Fred how long have you had them passion killers?' I asked trying to stifle
my guffaws.

`My wife buys em me,' he replied sharply.

He could have got several people in those briefs; in fact there was nothing
brief about them they just hung from his hips, baggy and shapeless.  I did
notice one thing the fly hung open and I could see old Fred's cock, moving
behind the off-white material; and I was perplexingly fascinated by it I
wanted to see more.  That's a strange thought; I was thinking I wanted to
look at another mans prick.  I started to get even more excited when I
thought he was going to take down his pants; an extraordinary feeling of
disappointment swept over me when he didn't.  He just pulled them up; in
doing so he unintentionally showed me the outline of his cock; and it
looked impressive.

Fred was through the door in one bound,

`Last one in is a Jessie,' was his cry as he dived into the water.

I watched him come up from the dive and start to swim across the pool.  He
stopped about half way, turned, he was smiling.  He looked over at me sat
in the caravan and his smile dropped.  I think he had been expecting me to
follow him.  He put his hand in the air and beckoned to me; he then turned
and carried on swimming toward the waterfall at the fare end of the pool.
I might as well take a swim and try and cool down, I thought to myself.  I
stood up and undressed down to my boxer shorts.  Fuck I had the white silk
ones on that my girlfriend had bought me last birthday.  They didn't look
to bad but the problem was they were covered in little pink hearts.  I just
knew if Fred saw them he would have to have a go, especially as I had taken
the piss about his baggy underpants.

I left the caravan walked across the grass to the side of the pool; looked
to see if it was deep enough to take the plunge; it was, so I dived in.
Fucking hell, my mind screamed it was like diving into an iceberg.  I could
feel all my peripheral veins shut down.  I opened my eyes and I was in a
green wonderland.  The sun shone through the clear water illuminating the
weed covered rocks; a fish dashed by scared by this pale intruder who had
come into his domain.  I struck out for the surface; broke through and
gasped for air.  I could see Fred in the distance standing in the shallows
under the waterfall; he had his back to me.  I stuck out towards him; I
could see as I got nearer to him that his baggy pants had slipped way down
his buttocks, revealing his man cleavage.  I had an idea; I dived down back
under the water.  I could see Fred's muscular legs ahead, they were planted
firmly apart; he still had his back to me.  I swam right up to him; reached
up grabbed at the saggy seat of his pants and yanked them down; at the same
time I jumped backward in the water so I was out of his reach.  I stood up.
Fred had lost his balance, and had fallen backwards in to the water.  He
immediately stood up; turned round so he was facing me.

`You little bastard... I'll fucking... get you.'

I wasn't really listening I was looking at Fred prick.  Even in this
freezing water it was big; you could tell the water had had an effect
because it was pointing strait at me, all concertinaed; you know wrinkled;
his balls were magnificent, even when cold.  He noticed that I was staring,
he followed my eyes down to his dick; he smiled then dove at me.  This
awoke me from my dazed ogle at Fred's dick; and I was off like a shot, back
across the pool.  I knew he couldn't swim as fast as me, so I didn't have
to worry.  I was out and half way back to the caravan when Fred emerged
from the water.  I stopped and turned; he was stark naked.  His pants must
have come off completely when he started to chase me.

`It was only a joke, Fred; where's your sense of humour,' I laughed.

Fred was laughing too; and pointing at my shorts.  I looked down; my boxers
had become transparent with the water.  You could see everything,
especially my black pubic bush.

`Snap,' said Fred.

Embarrassed I turned away and sprinted the last couple of yards to the
safety of the caravan.  Once inside I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped
it round my waist.  I was pulling down my boxers; you know like you do on
the beach so no one can see you; when Fred came in.  He looked bigger nude;
he seemed to fill up the small space of the caravan.  He took out a towel
from one of the draws and started to rub himself down vigorously.

`You shy then?' he asked smiling.

`No, just don't want you getting jealous,' I sarcastically retorted.

He laughed, throatily, throwing his head back.

`Jealous, what off; a smooth skinned, girlie assed, whey faced whelp; I
don't think so?'

I immediately verbally lashed out; `I covered up because of the way you
were looking at my dick; like some kind of pervert.'

`You little shit,' he said quietly between clenched teeth.

His face was bright red, either with embarrassment or anger; either way I
thought I was winning.

`I never... even... you just stood there fucking playing with yourself,
dirty little bastard; I bet your fucking queer.  That why you were looking
at my dick; and that's why you pulled my pants down; you dirty little sod.
You look and act like a girl.'

All the time he was saying these terrible things to me he was rubbing
himself hard with the towel.  He chafed his groin with the towel.  When he
moved the towel away Fred's penis has started to change.  It no longer
stuck out like a wrinkled stump' the wrinkles had gone and it arched out
from his body like a babies arm holding an apple.

`Look; your looking at it now; you cunting little faggot,'

`I'm only looking because you've got a semi-hard on,' I replied with a
nervous quiver in my voice.

`No I haven't... I'm not... this is how it always looks when... it's warm.
It shrank because I had been swimming in the cold water; I bet it did it to
you as well, any way don't flatter yourself girlie, who'd want to fuck a
little tight arse like you?'

`You wash your fucking mouth out you hairy arse twat; else I... will... I
will... you'll see,' my voice went up an octave; this pile of shit was
really getting at me, and I didn't know why.

`I bet you let all your queer mates use your arse as a repository for all
their come.  I bet you lay there with your legs spread wide, begging for
the next guy to ram his cock up your shit chute; I bet while one is up your
arse the others are sticking theirs down your throat, you dirty little male
whore.'

By the time he had finished he was yelling at the top of his voice.  I let
go of my towel letting it drop to the floor and I sprang at him shouting,

`You fucking filthy bastard, you take that back.'

Fred was taken by surprise and as I hit him full on, he lost his balance
and fell back onto the settee behind him, with me on his chest.  His
flaying arms managed to hit the little table and break it as he went down.
I was thumping him in the chest and about the head; screaming

`Take it back you Geordie cunt; take it fucking back you twat... I'll
fucking kill you.'

There was a strange sobbing note to my voice and I was on the point of
tears.  Fred took the opportunity to punch me in the jaw knocking me off
him, and I ended up flat on my back on the floor.

`You hit me you bastard,' you wait... I'll... fucking,' I was on my feet
and I lunged at him again.

He saw me coming and rolled of the settee on to the floor.  Unfortunately I
couldn't stop my momentum and I piled into the corner hitting my head on
the fucking wall.  I was stunned for a second; then he was on top of me.
He grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head.

`Stop it son; you'll hurt your fucking self, and if you hit me again I'll
knock the shit out of you.'

He was sat astride my thighs leaning over my I could feel his hot breath on
my face and neck.  I was trying to dislodge him, but he was too strong and
heavy for me.  I was rolling my head from side to side in frustration; I
was completely helpless.  I was so angry I could feel the hot tears rolling
down my face.  Fred wasn't moving at all now he was looking at my penis.
The struggle had made me hard and it stuck out from my body a sad measure
of my masculine inadequacy.  He looked me in the eyes, and then he glanced
back at my tool.

`Who's a big boy then; and who's glad to see his Uncle Fred?'

He said as a whisper, with a mock leer in his voice.  It was then I glanced
down; looking past my own rampant dick; there was his prick as hard as a
rock and pointing at me.

`Touché, again,' I said.  `Where do we go from here?'

Suddenly I became aware of the masculine aroma that assailed my nose.  We
had both been in the pond but we hadn't had time to wash properly; and now
we had been fighting it the hot caravan.  I could feel sweat coursing down
my face.  From where I was laid I could see up into Fred's arm pits all the
golden curls had been darkened by his perspiration; this is where the scent
of man was emanating; and I was scared because it was turning me on.  Fuck
I was starting to enjoy the weight of his body on mine; his balls were
resting on my thighs.  This thought flashed through my mind and was gone;
what if he made me suck him?  I panicked and started to struggle again.
Fred slowly lowered himself on top of me so I was touching him from top to
toe.  His face was about to inches from mine.

`Stop it, stop it now, or else,' he said very quietly.

He was looking me straight in the eye.  `It's gone too far; I didn't mean
this to happen... what the fuck.'

He then kissed me full on the mouth.  I was in shock, stunned and immobile.
His kiss was getting harder I could feel his tongue trying to get between
my teeth.  I opened them allowing the tip of his tongue through; then I bit
down not to hard, but enough to make his eyes fly open.  That stopped him
kissing me.

`You little bastard; fight to the end, would you?'  He spat in my face, I
was covered with blood and spittle.  `It's gone to far now son, I'm all
worked up, you've got to have it I'm afraid, you'll like it and I'll be
gentle with you.  Just like you, when you bit my fucking tongue.'

He raised up a little crossed my wrists and held them with only one hand.
The other was used to grasp my jaw.  He then kissed me again; he released
my jaw from his grasp; this hand then went on a tour of my body; squeezing,
pinching, kneading and caressing; his first stop was my nipples, he tweaked
them till they were hard, rock hard.  He broke off the kiss and nuzzled my
neck, `Relax, enjoy; I'm going to take you on a journey and when we arrive
together you will be a man.'  He managed to get down to my nipple which he
proceeded to suck and lick till I moaned.  It was several seconds or maybe
it was minutes before I noticed he had let go of my wrists.  He pushed his
knees between my legs forcing me to spread them wide; he raised his hips
off me while he put his hand between us and grabbed my dick hard.  It was
like a bolt of electricity coursing through me; I had never felt like this
before.  I moaned with pleasure; it felt so good.  He climbed of the top of
me and slipped to the floor; between my legs.

`Fucking hell son, you've a great load of man meat here; it's as big as
mine and as thick.'

I looked down at him, just as he took my dick into his mouth; I watched as
his eyes rolled up like some shark in an eating frenzy.  Inch by inch he
was absorbing me into his oral cavity.  My mind was racing; I new that some
girls did this to guys; but guys sucking men, ugh!  Just then he pulled my
foreskin right back to expose my glans to his searching, probing tongue.
It hurt he had pulled it back so hard that it was painful.

`Whoa, Whoa... steady Uncle Fred, not to fucking hard.'

`Don't be such a fucking wimp son,' he sputtered; finding it difficult to
talk with my cock in his gob.

His rough hands were pushing my thighs wider apart.  I could feel the hairs
on his chest brushing over my anal sphincter.  His tongue was now trying to
drill into my piss hole.  All these new sensations; my brain was on
overload.  It was all too much.  My legs were now pushed even further up
till my toes touched the wall of the caravan behind my head.  His mouth
left my dick and journeyed down past my hairless balls to my perineum.  I
was conscious of Fred inhaling loudly; like he would with the aroma of a
fine wine.  Then I felt his tongue touch my arse hole.  My mind suddenly
shifted into gear; he was going to try to fuck me in the arse.

`No way... no way... I've had enough... come on Fred... stop.'

I froze for a second as Fred's tongue penetrated the inner sanctum of my
anal canal.  Then I went completely cunting ape.  I brought both my legs
down on his head.  Putting a foot on each of his shoulder I pushed back
with all the force I could muster.  Fred went back on his arse.  His head
hitting the side of the fridge with a loud thud; biting down on his tongue
that was still protruding from rimming my shit chute.  I was off my back in
a second and heading for the door.  Fred's hand grasped my ankle as I
strode over him; pulling me back.

`I told you... you little bastard... your going to get it; and fucking get
it you will; right in that boy pussy of yours.  I'm going to fuck you into
submission.  I'm going to break you in like a cunting horse.'

I was kicking at him, trying desperately to dislodge his grip from my
ankle.  His other hand grabbed my knee.  He was pulling himself off the
floor with my leg.  He let go of my knee and made a grab fro my balls; he
caught them in one go.  He squeezed tight.  I screamed out in pain.  I felt
sick and a little dizzy, my head started to spin as the pain wracked my
body; waves of nausea swept over me.  He lessoned the pressure a little;
just enough to make it bearable.

`Right you snotty nosed little twat; your for it now,' he growled
menacingly.

Fred staggered to his feet; never slackening the hold on my balls.  He
pushed me back and back again until my bare arse came up against the cold
edge of the table.  He let go of my testicles with his right hand as he
back swiped me with his left.  It connected with my cheek so hard it spun
me round sending me sprawling face down over the table.

`That's for the crack on the head from the fridge, you little bastard,' he
spat the words at me.

I was seriously scared now; I thought he may even kill me.  He took hold of
my left arm pulling it behind me, then pushing it up my back till I yelled
in pain.  He kicked my legs apart and lent over me.  With his other hand he
slid his index finger into my anus and twisted it about; I could feel it
inside me; pulling it out he then assaulted my arse ring with two fingers;
the pain was unbearable, but I bit my lower lip, it helped a little, but
not a lot.  He was finger fucking my bum hole; I could hear the squelching,
liquid noises that were caused by the rapid thrusting movement of his
fingers and the wetness that was a combination of spittle from his tongue
and mucus from my shit chute.  After a final flurry, where I thought he was
going to try to fist fuck my arse he pulled out both fingers; leaving my
hole sore and throbbing.

`Now I'm going to de-flower you son; I'm going to split your ring.  I'm
going to fuck you so hard your arse hole will be sore for a week; and you
know what your going to love it, you'll beg me for more,' he said
lasciviously. `You know why because deep down you're a male whore.'

`I'll tell my dad; what you did,' I blubbed like a girl.

I could feel him directing the head of his dick into to the optimum
position for entering my rectum.  I tried to struggle, but it was no use.
He lodged his large bell-ended cock against my closed tight arse hole and
pushed; I inhaled sharply.  I think I would have screamed if it hadn't been
for the fact that he then clamped his hand over my mouth.  The taste of his
fingers on my lips was metallic; the odour was musky and sensual.  I
realised it was my own scent; the fingers that lay crossed my mouth had
been inside my arse seconds before; I gagged.

`Tell your daddy this son; that your Uncle Fred fucked you in your boy
pussy arse hole and you took my whole dick like a piece of candy.'

He was inside me; my body was screaming with pain and indignation; my arse
hole tried to expel him from my anus like I would an enormous turd of shit.
Further in he drove, inch by fucking inch, till his balls hit the cheeks of
my arse.  He stopped; I held my breath; the pain lessened, he started to
pull out slowly, till just his knob end was inside me; I knew what was
coming, again I waited with bated breath; it came.  Just like a torpedo
down my arse fissure; he thrust home.  This time he must have angled his
shaft higher because his cock-head crushed against my bowel, causing
pressure to my prostate gland.  My dick which was trapped between my
stomach and the table lurched to life.  I let out a barely suppressed moan
through those anally pungent fingers.  He started to shorten his strokes as
he thrust into me; faster and faster, like a man driven by demons.  He
dropped all his weight onto my back; he gnawed at my spine with his teeth;
sucking on the flesh.

`Cunt, whore; you fucking dirty faggot,' he whispered breathlessly in my
ear.

Each thrust drove my cock into the wood; the friction heating up my turgid
flesh; my foreskin rolling forward over the glans with every forward
thrust.  I could feel something stirring deep inside of me.  A dull
pleasurable pain emanating from the base of my dick; it spread out from the
epicentre of my orgasm, spreading down my legs and into my abdomen.  My
engorged penis, though ensnared by flesh and wood, writhed with orgasmic
bliss; as my milky seed was spent across the mahogany veneer.

Fred was also reaching his own orgasmic plateau; my anal cavity was
suddenly filled to over flowing by a hot eruption of lava like spermatozoa.
Fred dying thrusts of spent passion drove the excess baby making liquid out
of my anus, were it ran in opalescent globules down the inside of my
outspread thighs.  His finger that he had held across my lips to stop me
shouting; now clawed at the inside of my mouth in a sexual frenzy; making
me taste myself yet again

`Oh my god, oh my... that was soooo... good,' he sighed.  `So very cock
wrenchingly fucking good; I haven't had such a good lay in years; that ass
hole of yours son... well it's a wonder so tight, warm, and the way you
milked my dick it was great, you're a natural.'  He gasped out in an
excited torrent.

He took his fingers from out of my mouth.  He started to raise himself up.
My arm that had been trapped between my back and his chest was free.  This
in itself was a painful problem as the blood driven out by the weight of
Fred's body, rushed back into the limb causing painful cramps.  As he rose
up further I felt him slip out of me like a wet slippery eel.  I could feel
this wetness between the cheeks of my buttocks.  He stepped away from me.
I slowly stood up; not knowing what to say or do.  I looked out of the
window at the pool; the sun was setting and had turned the water as red as
blood.  I felt alone, dirty, soiled and violated.  I turned to face Fred.

`Well... what happens now... I got carried away... your so sexy -- your
body so smooth, so inviting.  The fighting... rubbing against you turned me
on; you know how it is son; you were hard to......

He looked past me at the table top.  He started to smile.

`You shot your load, you spunked... you must have enjoyed it... son?' he
said with a little quaver in his deep manly voice.

Is eyes met mine; and I saw fear.  He was fucking scared of me.  No, of
what I could do... no say -- to his wife, my dad; yes he was stood still
but his eyes were running scared.  I looked him up and down; it was a nice
view he had sort of, caved in a little, he looked softer more vulnerable;
more fuckable.

"Fuck me" he said pleadingly. I was only too pleased to oblige.  In seconds
I had reversed the positions and the tip of my bare cock was pressing
against his puckered hole. Firm pressure met with initial resistance until
a lurch forward lodged my cockhead past his tight anal sphincter. Gasping,
Fred shook his head, his cock still erect against his belly. Slowly I sank
the rest of my cock up his tight arse until my balls rested against his
hairy arse cheeks. My rock hard cock slid back and forth, ramming first
deep then shallow, from side to side in his hot ass. Fred's eyes rolled
into his head, mouth partly open groaning and breathing deep, nose
twitching and hands clutching as the cushions while I fucked him. I leaned
over to pinch first one and then the other nipple. Each time his arse
clenched around my swollen cock. Leaning still farther over, I opened my
mouth to meet his outstretched tongue; kissing this man deeply as my cock
rested still deeper in his bowels. Fred's legs locked around my waist
ensuring my dick wouldn't slip from his arse, I was fucking him deep, each
time slamming him back against the cushions. His back arched, I could feel
him work his arse, clench his muscles to draw me deeper into him. With one
hand he held onto the couch edge lest he fall off, the other pulled at his
hard cock. It thrilled me to see him jacking off while I fucked him.  Now
we were locked in a mutual frenzy of lust and passion. I pumped his hairy
butt long and deep, short and fast, probing every recess of his arse. With
a final lunge after 10 minutes of thrusting, I buried my cock deep in his
wet hole, my now twitching balls firm against his buttocks, deep within him
I shot my load, pulse after pulse filling his body with my love
cream. Exhausted I lay across his chest, my softening dick still in him,
supporting my weight on my arms, kissing him across his beautiful hairy
stomach I then began to kiss my way across his equally hairy chest. With
his ass still in the air, my arms supporting his outstretched legs, Fred
presented me with his puckered, freshly fucked ass hole; a delightful
sight. His dilated rosebud winking, gleaming and over running with my spent
seed. Not being able to resist, I stuck two fingers in his wet hole, made
even wetter by the load I'd deposited moments earlier. I jabbed my fingers
in and out a few times, making sure I touched his sensitised prostrate each
time.  I felt this perverse need to put my tongue into Fred's oozing hole,
to taste him and the fruit of my loins.  I slid down grasping his hairy
buttocks in each hand I roughly pulled his arse cheeks even wider, whilst
diving my face between those hairy globes.  The scent of man assailed my
nostrils; my mouth came into contact with his wet puckered, fetid fuck
hole.  I tasted him, I tasted me, and I tasted raw sex.  My senses went mad
my tongue lapped at his hole like a cat with the cream.  Before long my
lips had made a seal around his anus and I was sucking my spunk form his
shit chute.  I was wanton, dirty and I loved it.  Fred was moaning and
pressing his arse hard into my face; he was pulling hard on his man meat; I
could tell from the way that his hand was just a blur of masturbatory
action that he was about to blow his load.  Somewhere in the back of my
mind I was vaguely aware that the caravan door had opened, but because I
was chewing Fred's arse-hole with passionate abandon; it didn't register
until....

`What the fuck is going on here; you dirty male whores yea?'

I froze; Fred came, erupting like a volcano spewing out white creamy lava.

I was lost; we had been caught in the act; I pulled my face from between
Fred hairy cheeks.  I remember thinking I wish I could vanish completely up
his arse hole; I knew I had to move, do something.

I rapidly stood up, picking up my towel from the floor. I hastily tried to
wipe away the tell tale secretions from Fred's tasty arse that were fast
congealing round my mouth.  I stared at the doorway trying to make out who
was stood silhouetted there.

End of part 1.

Gone Fishing 2

Fred raised himself up off the couch and rested on one elbow.

`Doogie, you old dog, I thought you were going to call round tomorrow?'
Fred said standing up.

`What and miss this wee bit of fun; caught you again with you fucking
trousers down you're a dirty male whore wee Freddie.'  I saw the young
laddie licking that bonnie wee arse hole of yours you lucky English bastard
you.'

I looked on in amazement as the chap entered the caravan; he walked over
and embraced Fred in a clinch like bear hug.  I noticed he ran his hand all
the way down Fred's back to his rounded buttocks, his fingers momentarily
slipping into Fred's crack.

`III...III'm... I'm going for a swim,' I stuttered making a hurried exit.

I bounded across the grass to the water, dropping my towel at the edge I
dived in; the cold water engulfed me in its icy embrace.  My mind was a
whirl, what had I done what had I let Fred do to me; who was this Doogie?
I broke surface, swam the length of the pool cleaving through the water
like a hot knife through butter, driven by my thoughts about Fred's body,
the taste of his secretions; how I had enjoyed licking and sucking at a
mans arsehole and enjoying the taste.  I stopped in the shallows and rubbed
my body vigorously trying to wash away the dirt of my experience; I parted
the cheeks of my arse and touched my anal sphincter, it was sore, but as
soon as my finger touch that most intimate of places an erotic vision of
Fred forcing his way into me crossed my mind, making me feel light headed.
I pulled my foreskin back from the head of my penis, I traced the edge of
my glans with my finger, strangely drawn, I raised my finger to my nose, a
faint pungent aroma assailed my quivering nostrils, and then without
thinking I put my finger in my mouth and sucked on it.  Realising what I
was doing I pulled the offending finger from my mouth, and dived back under
the water.

I swam back and forth, length after length, trying not to think about
recent events; suddenly I noticed it was getting quite dark.  I stopped in
the middle of the pool paddling my arms and legs to keep afloat.  The
lights were on in the caravan, the door was open a shaft of light beamed
its way across the grass and bounced its way across the pond to me, like a
beacon to guide me home.  Suddenly I became aware of how cold I was, I
didn't want to but I had to go back.  I struck out for the shore at a
steady pace.  Stepping carefully over the rocks on the shore, had a moment
of panic when I thought I had lost my towel, found it wrapped it tightly
round my waist and headed toward the open caravan door.

As I walked toward the caravan, I could see Fred's friend Doogie sitting
opposite the open door.  I stood still in the dim light so he wouldn't
notice me; he was too was busy talking and laughing with Fred.  As I got
nearer I could actually hear their muffled voices and raucous laughing, my
stomach sank, I bet they are laughing about me, I thought to myself.
Fred's gone told him what he did to me, told him I'm some kind of dirty
pervert, or something like that.  I looked round desperate wanting the
ground to swallow me up; anything rather than go through that door.  It was
then I noticed that Doogie was wearing a kilt.  I hadn't noticed at first I
had just wanted to get out after getting caught with my tongue stuck up a
mans arse.  He was sat with his legs wide apart, giving me the opportunity
to look straight up under his kilt.  I had a great view because I was stood
outside the caravan which was set well above ground level.  At first I
thought Doogie's legs were black, then I realised that his legs were
covered in thick black hair.  In fact it was so dark up his kilt nothing
could be seen.  I was wrong; I could see something, and what a sight it
was.  It was his dick, Doogie's Dick; I smiled to myself, it rhymed.  It
nestled between his hairy thighs like a big white grub.  I started to
become aware of how big it actually was; it actually had half its length
resting on the seat, with its piss slit looking out into the night straight
at me.  A hand suddenly appeared and slid its way up Doogie's thigh,
pushing the kilt higher.  The hand glided over the black hairy thigh and
grasped the flaccid white monster.  Fred started to manipulate the organ;
Doogie head fell back, he closed his eyes and licked his lips in what
looked like anticipation.  Fred was getting a response; the white monster
was now becoming engorged with blood.  Fred's head came into the picture,
framed by the doorway.  It slowly lowered till his lips came into contact
with Doogie's meat.  I was surprised how gentle Fred was being; he brushed
his lips slowly backwards and forwards across, the now rigid member.
Suddenly Fred darted forward like a fierce bird of prey and swallowed half
the length in one gulp.  Fred slid to the floor in front of his friend;
this really pissed me of for some strange reason; perhaps it was because he
was blocking my view.  It was only for a second because he then stood up in
front of Doogie; he was still naked from our sexual encounter earlier.
Doogie's hands grasped the round cheeks of Fred's arse and pulled them wide
open.  I could see Fred's shit hole from where I was standing.  One of
Doogie's fingers suddenly hid it from my gaze; he was finger fucking Fred;
the dirty bastard, they're all fucking queer, I thought to myself.  I
looked down at the front of my towel it looked like I had a tent pole stuck
under there.  Why was I hard, why was I fascinated with what was happening
in front of me?  I was startled by movement in the caravan; they had both
vanished from the doorway.  I soon realised that they had gone to the bed
end of the van; and I wanted to see what they were doing to each other.

I started circling the van from about ten feet away; I went right round the
back till I was level with the windows that were over the bed.  `Fuck' I
said to myself I couldn't see a thing, the action was taking place below
the window; I would have to get nearer, what if they see me?  I needn't
have worried they were much too busy fornicating to notice me looking in on
them.  What a sight assailed my eyes; Fred was laid flat on his back with
his head just under the window I was looking through, his friend was sat on
his face with his back to me.  As I looked through the window Doogie
lowered his mouth down on to Fred's dick.  I could tell he was sucking him
because his head was going up and down.  This action brought Doogie's arse
hole into view; when I say arsehole that's not quite true, all I could see
was a really hairy arse, and an even hairier arse crack.  Fred was stroking
Doogie's crack with his fingers.  I suddenly realised what he was doing he
was parting the hair; he was looking for Doogie's sphincter.  The thickness
of the hair was defeating him, so then he raised his head a little and
started licking and lapping at the hairy orifice.  You could see him stop
from time to time, to gather some more salvia in to his mouth.  Soon all
the hair was wet through and matted; Fred then burrowed his way through the
wet fuzz and exposed the Scotsman's hole to both our gazes.  It was so
pink, it looked sore, like it had been well used; Fred put his tongue into
it, it opened like an eye.  Doogie had mastered the art of relaxing his
anal sphincter when it was stimulated.  Fred's tongue went deeper.
Suddenly Doogie got off the bed; `I need a piss, I'll be back in a wee
while,' he then vanished from view.  Fred head fell back on to his pillow;
he looked really disappointed that his arse licking had been curtailed.
But for me the view was magnificent, Fred stretched out completely naked
with a raging hard on, he looked magnificent.  A few hours ago that penis
was deep inside me, I could feel my bum-hole twitch at the thought of it.
I realised I wanted Fred again.  Fred was squeezing the glans of his
cock-head, pre-cum oozed out; he collected a drop on his finger, and then
placed the precious fluid on his tongue.  I licked my lips with the memory
of that taste... then my head was smashed against the side of the caravan
with great force.  I vaguely remember Fred's head spinning round in
response to the noise and seeing me at the window.  My head again was
shoved hard and my head this time connected with the window pane.  My world
went black....

I could hear voices a long way off shouting at each other.

`You could have fucking killed him, you stupid cunt.'  `Yes well... the
stuck up little bastard... was spying on us... like that.'

I then started to work out who was speaking.

Fred said `I had to slap him around a little... so that he played
ball... but what's his dad going to say if you've marked his face.'

`We're doing this for his dad, it's his dad that wants him broke in, you
know his cherry harvested, his dad has known for years that he's up for it.
Frank said his wee lad is never out of the bathroom when he's having a bath
or shower; always trying to catch a glimpse of his daddy's dick; mind you I
can never get enough of his daddy's cock, it's the biggest I've ever had.
The first time he fucked me, he made my arse-hole bleed.  It's so long and
not only long, thick to.  How long has he been fucking you Fred?'

`Years and years and I still get a thrill when he drops his pants and that
infamous dick of his is exposed to my gaze and touch.'

They were talking about my dad... and me... saying I look at my dad when he
is naked, but dad goes about nude all the time when mum's out.  He says it
is what guys do... a man thing, which women don't need to know about.  I do
like to see dad with no clothes on he is magnificent, all muscle, all over.
Doogie was right, I am fascinated by the size of his penis it is gigantic,
with an enormous pair of hairy balls to match.  Sometimes when mum was away
at Aunty Ethel's for a few days; dad would let me share his bed at night.
He would even let me have a couple of cans of beer, he swore me to secrecy;
mum would have gone mad if she had known, she wouldn't let me even have a
sip of booze, even at cousin Philips wedding.  Then we would lark about,
you know wrestle.  We had a wrestle only the other week.  I feel funny
sometimes when we have a rough and tumble.  I get hard, you...know my cock
and dad does to.  He laughs about it.  We once played this game were we had
to guess the length of each others cocks.  I said dad's was twelve inches,
he jokingly said mine was only two.  I had to go and get mums tape measure
from her sewing box, he measured mine first; he told me to pull my foreskin
right back from the tip so that he could an accurate measurement.  When I
had pulled it back, he said that I had got some smegma on the end of my
tool.  He jumped up and went to the bathroom.  He came back with a warm wet
face cloth and a towel and proceeded to wash my knob-end.  He was joking,
calling me cheesy cock.  He then measured me, he explained to measure a
mans penis correctly you have to measure it from your arse-hole to the tip
of your glans.  So I lay down on the bed so that he could measure me.  I
was flat on my back, with my knees up.  He opened my legs as wide as they
would go; he placed the metal end of the tape over my arse hole and held it
there with his thumb.  I remember feeling a little uncomfortable because he
was pressing on so hard I thought he may shove it up my bottom, with his
other hand he measured the rest of my dick, and it was nearly eight inches
from my arse-hole to the tip of my dick.  Dad said it was a good length for
a fourteen year old.  Then it was my turn to measure him; I remembered
thinking wow, as dad lay back on the bed and opened his legs wide.  I told
him not to forget to pull his skin back, which he did straight away.

`Is it cheesy son, have a smell?' he asked.'

I leaned forward and grasped his cock in both hands and pulled it toward my
face, a little too vigorously I'm afraid and the wet knob end hit me in the
mouth.  It tasted salty I remembered, like Fred's had been today when I
licked his pre-cum.  I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand; dad
jokingly said his meat was an acquired taste.  Dad was all hairy between
his legs in fact dad is pretty well hairy all over, except his back, even
there at its base is a dark mat of hair that leads to a fine covering over
his buttocks and legs.  So I had a bit of a job finding his arse-hole; I
was glad it was all nice and clean when I put my finger and tape on it.  I
pressed so hard with my thumb, that it slipped inside, which made dad jump
and laugh.  Eventually I managed to measure him, from his arse-hole to the
tip of his cock, he measured thirteen inches.  I noticed as I ran the tape
along side the shaft of his dick all the thick blue veins that surrounded
it.  How dark the flesh was compared to mine which was pale...

All these thoughts swum around in my hurting, throbbing head.  It was just
what guys did when they got older, man stuff dad had said, not perverted
like... what Fred and I had done earlier.

I opened my eyes I was laid on my side on the ruffled bed.  I was stark
naked my towel had vanished.  I looked over to where Doogie and Fred were
still debating about me and dad.  Fred suddenly noticed I was awake...

`The lads awake.' He said to Doogie.

Doogie swung round and jumped on top of me on the bed.  I started to
struggle; he was trying to pin me down with arms.  I still felt light
headed and woozy from the bang on the head.

`Well, well, what have we here then a wee English laddie, bare arsed, just
right for fucking?  Enjoy watching me and your uncle Freddie having a
tumble in the sheets sonny.  Well it's your turn to entertain me and
Freddie, we are going to initiate you into our club, the Fishing Club, yes
sonny this is what your daddy does when he comes fishing with Freddie and
me.

`You're a fucking liar; get off me you stinking hairy Scots bastard
you... you... you... fuck.'

`Come on my wee laddie, let Doogie kiss those sweet lips,' he said pushing
his face close to mine.

`I'll bite your cunting face off if you get any nearer, your like a fucking
animal, wait... wait till my dad finds out what you did, he'll fucking kill
you.'

I was suddenly aware of Doogie's hot breath on my face and the pressure of
his erect penis pressed into my lower abdomen.  My dick was trapped between
my legs and was hurting like hell because it was hard and in a confined
space.  I decided I wasn't going to win this fight.  Doogie was violent,
Fred wasn't much better; so I thought if I keep quiet lay back and think of
England, as the saying goes, they'll soon get tired... and dad would be
here perhaps tomorrow.

That's when Doogie kissed me; it was a long, intense and moist kiss, his
tongue forcing its way past my lips, fencing with mine.  I could feel
myself being carried away on a tide of emotion.  The kiss had made all the
hairs stand up on the back of my neck.  I thrust my tongue deep in to his
mouth, he proceeded to suck on it drawing it further into his oral cavity,
till I thought he was going to suck it out of my mouth. He released my
tongue and his wet lips broke contact.  He looked me deep in the eyes.

`Aye you are yea daddy's son, you have a passion and lust you can barely
control; you don't like me but your body wants me.  I don't know how your
daddies kept his hands off yea and his prick out of that wee hole of yours
for this long.'

I didn't get time to answer because he was kissing me again.  This time his
hands were all over me.  While this was happening Fred came into view at
the side of the bed he was slowly masturbating his beautiful tool.  Now my
arms were free, I reached out and took it in my hand pulling him nearer to
me.  Doogie was by this time sucking on my left nipple, making it hard and
wet.  I managed to manoeuvre my legs to free my dick from its confines.  At
this point Fred dragged his rock hard penis from my hand and vanished to
the bottom of the bed.  I felt the bed bounce as he sat down, a second
later my dick was being covered by wet sloppy kisses.  I was being
overwhelmed by sexual sensations.  I was being caressed and kissed by a
multitude of hands and by two pairs of hot lips.

Doogie broke off his ministrations and stood up at the side of the bed.
This was my first opportunity to have a proper look at him, and I liked
what I saw.  He looked tall, but then again I was flat on my back on the
bed; he was really dark and had that rough Celtic look about him.  He was
so very hairy, hairier even than my dad.  A vision of my naked dad flashed
into my mind, but I quickly pushed it out again.  He threw one leg over me
and stood on the bed looking down, his legs astride my waist.  He stretched
his arms out to me; he then knelt down trapping my torso between his strong
hairy thighs, he leaned over me grasping me by the wrists again.  I wasn't
taking much notice I was looking at his enormous meat sticking out of the
thick dark bush of hair at his groin.

It was the biggest cock I had ever seen (except for my dads) even bigger
than Fred's and I wanted it. I lifted my head a bit and started licking and
sucking on his dick.  As I sucked around his cock head, pre-cum oozed out
and I greedily sucked it into my mouth. It had a strong, bitter taste but I
decided that I liked it.

'Chew on it,' Doogie said.

I began to lightly bite and gnaw on the shaft and around the crown.

`Harder,' he moaned.

I began some serious chewing, trying to eat through his foreskin. Doogie
moaned loudly. I went for it and started mouthing and sucking on the large
mushroom crown, tonguing his wide piss-slit. He clasped my wrist again and
leaned even further over me. He tried to push the full nine-inch length of
his cock into my mouth and down my throat but I could only handle about
half of it. He proceeded to fuck my face with rapid-fire thrusts. I had to
open my mouth so wide to take him, my jaw began to ache. Any moment now, I
kept thinking, he's going to cum. I wanted his cream real bad. Suddenly,
however, he stopped jack-hammering my battered throat.

`You ready, wee laddie?' Doogie asked.

`For ... what ...,' I replied as I tried to catch my breath and regain my
composure.

`I want the beautiful smooth white arse of yours,' he said as he quickly
climbed between my legs and lifted my arse up off the mattress.

`Oh, God, Doogie, please don't,' I cried out. `You're too big.' `Hey,
you'll love it.' `You'll kill me with that thing.' `Trust me, Brian.'
`Peter.' `Huh?' `The name's ...' `Oh, yes ... sorry ... Peter,' Doogie
said.

I couldn't believe that at a time like that I was correcting him about my
name. I looked up between my legs. Then he was squeezing this small tube of
KY and spreading the lubrication into my hole. I couldn't believe how
prepared he was.

`Hey, wee laddie, you're kinda loosened up back here,' Doogie said as he
probed me with one, then two, then three fingers. `Somethin' tells me some
other prick's been up your pretty arse ... and not so long ago.' Doogie's
face broadened into a big, toothy grin.

`Would Uncle Freddie have anything to do with that?'

He was spreading KY all over his enormous cock. Oh, God, I thought, I am
going to die. Fred's pole hurt like hell and wasn't near as thick or long
as what Doogie began to slide down the crack of my arse.

`Now you just relax, wee laddie.' There was that `relax' shit again.

`Please, Doogie don't ... please ...' `Sir? ... Hey, I like that, wee
laddie. You're showing proper respect now.' The head of his cock pressed
against my sphincter. One moment he was out, the next he was in. With one
relentless thrust Doogie stabbed my gut. I think I screamed because the
next thing I knew, his hand was over my mouth.

`You damn well better shut up,' he hissed. He was really pissed.

I bit his hand ... hard. He yanked it away and yelled. I tasted blood in my
mouth. Now he really was pissed. He raised his fist to smash me in the
face.

`You take it easy with that fuckin' thing, you bastard!' I yelled up at
him. His fist stopped inches from my nose.

`Well, well, you do have spunk, laddie,' Doogie said with a laugh. `OK, OK,
nice and easy coming right up.'

He began a slow fuck of my arse, even stopping to add more KY for
lubrication. But, God, it hurt worse than anything I'd ever
experienced. His restrained fucking went on for several minutes. I wanted
to yell but didn't. My groans, however, became increasingly louder.

`OK, wee laddie, take it like a man!'

With those words Doogie started pounding my arse fast and hard. The effect
on me was immediate. It was almost like I lost consciousness. I became lost
in the sensations coursing from my arse to my brain to my toes. All I could
feel was the pounding of his manhood into my gut ... that was all that
mattered ... and ... I loved it. I was brought back suddenly by Doogie's
cries heralding an imminent orgasm. I became aware that I was throwing my
arse up to meet his downward thrust. The fatigue in my back told me I'd
been doing this for awhile. One final thrust deep into me and he froze. His
hot cum was filling my rectum deep inside me. In the next moment or two I
felt myself exploding. I looked down toward my upraised crotch and exposed
erection just as my load shot out all over my chest. I must have passed
out; moments later I was awaken by someone shaking both of my shoulders.

`Peter! Come on ... wake up, son!'

I opened my eyes to a face I didn't immediately recognise.

It was Fred; he was caressing my face.  He lent forward and started to lick
the love juice I had just ejaculated over my chest.

`It tastes real good son.'

I looked round Doogie was sat with his back against the wall at the
opposite end of the bed, one leg under him he was stroking himself; he
looked me in the eyes and smiled in a lecherous knowing way.

`Well my wee laddie, you're a great fuck, I've fucked some arse in my
time... but you were real... good.  The passion, you're just like your dad,
he's an animal, totally lost in his primitive sexual urges; a total
libertine a sophisticated degenerate, debauched and depraved.'

Fred raised his head from my chest and turned to Doogie.

`Shut the fuck up Doogie; that fucking mouth of yours will get you into no
end of trouble one day; come on lets have another fuck with young Peter
here; I'm sure he's up for it?

Fred climbed over me, and then lay flat on his back at my side.

`Come on Doogie; let's try for a double whammy,' said Fred.

Doogie started to laugh,

`You're as bad as me Freddie boy, mind you if he can take the both of us at
the same time he should be able to take his dad?'

Why were they talking about dad like that, could it be true does he have
sex with these two, and why did that question make me feel jealous?

`Come on son, sit on my cock,' said Fred. `I need to shoot my
load. Watching you two fuck really turned me on; I wish I had had a camera
I could have made a fortune'.

Still thinking about my dad, I rolled over on to Fred. He told me to face
away from him, which I did. I was now facing Doogie who was by the look of
his erect penis ready to go again.

`Laddie stand up and then crouch over Freddie's prick, give me your hands
and then I'll lower you slowly on to his tool, yea?'

I was still in this kind of sexual daze and I reacted like some kind of
automaton.  Moving, doing as I was told but not totally aware.  I felt
Fred's prick brush my arse cheeks, then the end touched my hole.  Doogie
started to slowly lower me on to Fred's meat skewer.  As soon as his
mushroom shaped knob-end had forced its way past my swollen sphincter, I
relaxed and let myself be impaled on Fred's love sword.  When my arse
cheeks had come to rest on Fred's groin, he reached up and started to pull
me back down, so that my back rested on his chest.  Doogie who had let go
of my hands, crouched down between Fred's legs ogling the area were Fred
and I was joined together.

`Fucking great' Doogie said. `You should see the juices leaking out from
round your cock Fred.  Your driving out all the love cream I deposited in
the my wee mans shit chute.  I'm going to have a wee taste of that.'

Doogie lent forward and soon I could feel him lapping at my arse hole were
Fred's dick was buried deep in me.  I wasn't moving I was content to lay
there felling good, my rectum pleasantly full, Fred's arms round me, his
hands caressing my body sensually.  Doogie licking his own ejaculated sperm
form my anal orifice.  Doogie must have wanted more access to my filled
butt hole, because he placed his hands behind my knees and pushed them up,
I thought for a moment Fred's dick was going to slip out, but it didn't.

`Grab him Fred,' He hissed. `Don't let him go.'

Fred's arms seized me in a vice like grip.  By pulling my knees right up to
my chest and locking his hands together he had rendered me immobile in one
fell swoop.

`The third and last part of your initiation my sweet laddie; after this you
can rest till you dad comes, but we don't want you getting noisy do we?'

He reached down on to the floor and scooped up Fred's off-white underpants
off the floor.

`Doogie, what the fuck do you think you are going to do to me? I inquired.

`Screw your arse my wee boy, but I don't want to leave my bonnie wee friend
Freddy out off it; so he's going to leave his dick up your little tight
arse, and I'm going to force mine in at the side of it!'

`Oh no, you're fucking not you......know...'

My yell went unheard and was quickly extinguished as Doogie opened out
Fred's pants turned them inside out screwed them up in a ball with the cock
slit at the front and then calmly pushed the urine smelling pants in my
mouth.  I tasted Fred's piss and other secretions in my mouth, strangely
enough it wasn't unpleasant.

Doogie was down again licking my hole and at the base of Fred's dick.
After a few minutes I felt fingers trying to slip between my anal margin
and Fred's cock.  He pushed harder with his finger; my sphincter gave a
little and he had his finger end inside me.  Then he was up to his knuckle
then another finger.  I opened my eyes which had been clenched tight shut
with the expectation of enormous pain.  Doogie was looking down at me
smiling, his lips were drooling saliva and other emissions sucked from my
bowels seconds ago.  He was lost in the lust of it all, he was an animal he
would kill me if I tried to stop him fucking me.  His tongue hung from the
corner of his mouth like some kind of bestial retard.  I knew that I had to
relax and let it happen.  Whilst the fingers of one hand probed my rectum
his other was guiding is meat into my stretched muscle ring.  His hairy
buttocks kept making involuntary thrusts when his glans touched the edge of
my arse-hole.  Like a heat seeking missile he knew where to place it.  He
let go of his cock and grabbed something off the bed, it was that small
tube of KY. I inwardly thanked him; I tried to smile with my eyes to thank
him for not ripping me open without any lubricant.  I felt him shove the
nozzle into my rectum beside his fingers.  I could feel the coolness of the
fluid as he squeezed the contents of the tube into me.  Fred was sticking
his long tongue in my ear and kissing my neck, whilst telling me to relax.
The missile struck home Doogie's enormous mushroom headed penis started its
interminable, ceaseless entry into the centre of my being.  Like some great
erectile leviathan he slowly forced his way inside me.  Fred groaned and
moaned with pleasure; I bit my lip in pain till it bled.  He was in; he
fell on top of me which drove the last inch home.  His face was looming
above mine his eyes rolled like a man possessed.  He kissed me hard his
teeth crushing my lips, the blood from my lips mixing with the oozings from
my own arse that were smeared across his face, I could taste myself and I
tasted good.  The whole experience should have been a total gross out, I
should have felt debased, degraded, even raped, but I didn't.  I felt
powerful, alive at the cutting edge of the ultimate sexual experience.  I
instinctually knew that some people would never even contemplate these
blatant acts of wanton, shameless abandon; some people would never truly
live.  I knew in that moment that I would be always obsessed with sex, not
love but animalistic rutting.

Doogie started to thrust into me; it was slow at first, then a little
harder.  His technique could not be faulted; when he was pulling out ready
to thrust again he never withdrew completely he always left his knob-end
inside my sphincter.  Doogie had his tongue in my mouth and I sucked on it
like it was a teat on a breast.  Fred was moaning under me; he had let go
of my legs, which now rested on Doogie's shoulders.  The thrusts had now
turned into wanton banging against my arse cheeks; somebody was pinching my
nipples, rolling them between their thumb and finger, causing an erotic mix
of pain and pleasure that as yet I couldn't understand.  My now freed hands
raked Doogie's back in passion.  Moving his mouth abruptly from mine, he
whispered obscenities in my ear, calling me a male whore, a slut and a man
cunt.  Fred yelled out as he climaxed deep within me.  Doogie didn't stop
he was now relentlessly thrusting driving home his massive dick deep inside
me.  Sweat dripped from his face, stinging my eyes, falling on to my lips.
All of a sudden he pushed himself off my chest with his arms, and froze;
his face contorted in a frozen scream.  I felt a hotness released deep
inside my sigmoid colon, it spread, I knew it was the contents of Doogie's
big hairy balls.  I felt good, but not as good as Fred and Doogie they both
had climaxed; I hadn't.

I gave a hefty heave with all my strength pushing Doogie back onto the bed.
He was in such a state of post climatic flux that he just let me do it.
First Doogie's tool slipped out of me, then Fred's as I first jumped to my
feet and then fell to my knees between Doogie's hairy legs.  I felt so
powerful, so virile, my penis, though engorged with blood, smacked against
my belly as I moved.  Doogie was smiling; he put his hands behind his
opened thighs and pulled his legs up exposing his hairy cleft.  There was
no time for niceties; I needed to fuck his hairy hole.  The thought of
cleaving my way through his anal undergrowth drove me mad with lust.  I
just threw myself between his raised legs, pointed my dick in roughly the
right direction and pushed hard, a hole in one.  The force of my entry,
wiped the smile of his fucking face.  My knob end taking thick tufts of his
arse hair into his fetid hole.  It was at this point I realised I liked
hairy men.  Looking into Doogie's eyes I said,

`I said and who's taking my meat it like a hairy arsed lady?'

Doogie just laughed in my face.  I wanted to hurt him, so I thrust harder,
long and rapid, my groin bouncing of his hairy buttocks.  He grunted at
every downward stroke the force of my thrusting driving the air from his
lungs.

`Harder... harder... you little English lassie, fuck me like a man... come
give it to me... make me beg you to stop... I can hardly feel it,' he
screamed taunting me on to greater efforts.

I could feel the onset of my orgasm; it felt like it was starting in my
toes.  All my senses were heightened, the fine hairs at the base of my
spine sprang to attention; I felt my testicles tighten, my penis undulated
as it spat out great gobs of sperm into Doogie's putrid hairy arse hole.
As I ejaculated each thrust made me shudder as my glans became
hyper-sensitive; making the muscles of my arms go into spasm, so that I
collapsed in a heap on top of Doogie with a groan of utter sexual
intoxication and base satisfaction.

`Yea can give it like a man, ma wee laddie; you fucked me hard; I thought
you were going to spit my ring, rent me asunder,' Doogie said jokingly.

I felt very close to him emotionally, I leaned forward and kissed him.  I
pulled my lips away slowly, and thanked him for the use of his arse.  He
laughed out loud.

`You sure do have spunk; and a prick and arse to die for, you've got it
made.  No one in the fishing club young or old will be able to keep their
hands off of you or their pricks out off you.'

`Tell me about my dad and the fishing club,' I inquired.

`Doogie, button it!' Fred said sharply.

`Your dad's coming tomorrow; he will tell you all you need to know.'

`But... I need to know now... What will dad say about what we've done
together?  Please tell me...

Doogie pushed me off him, my flaccid penis slid out making a slurping wet
sound.

`I'm tired,' he yawned.

He turned away from me and lay down, showing me his wondrously hairy
cheeked arse.  I noticed a shiny rivulet of my spermatozoa that had oozed
from between his hirsute globes slowly meander between the forests of hairs
heading for an unknown destination.

I turned to look at Fred, he was already asleep.  I got off the bed, I
ached all over my arse was sore but I felt good.  I went to the open door;
the moon was high and it was reflected in the water of the pond.  I inhaled
deeply taking in the fresh highland air.  I closed the door quietly and
switched off the light.  The moonlight streamed in through the windows
outlining the two naked bodies reclining on the bed.  Doogie was only just
visible in the half light, but Fred lay like a sleeping Adonis.  His
beautiful penis, now flaccid lay across his thigh, his fine body hair
illuminated by the moonlight turning him into a silver statue.  I walked
and lay down on the bed.  I put my head on Fred's thigh; I turned to face
his penis; I raised my head and kissed the shaft of his tool to say
goodnight.

I lay there thinking of the days events.  All these strange feelings
whirling round inside my head like a sexual tornado.  Dad was coming
tomorrow; what did that mean?  I yawned brought my knees up to my chest; my
face slipped along Fred's thigh and I nuzzled his soft hairy scrotum.

`Tomorrow,' I whispered out loud, tomorrow... and I was gone.

End of Part TWO.

Gone Fishing -- Part 3 -- Male Bonding.

Peter had heard the saying `keep it in the family' but he really didn't
understand what it meant till now!

Dad's Here.

I awoke with a start.  Dad was sat on the edge of the bed looking at me and
smiling.

`Morning son,' he said softly, `you look like you had quite a night last
night, these two rogues been keeping you awake?'

He said nodding in the direction of Fred and Doogie who were sat naked by
the door.  Doogie looked me straight in the eye, pulled nonchalantly at his
thick flaccid tool and grinned inanely.  Fred looked a little uneasy but he
gave me a reassuring wink and a tight little smile; but I noticed how he
closed his legs to hide himself from our gaze.

`You two are going for a swim, I take it?' said dad, more a statement of
fact than a question.

`Thought I might stay and watch,' said Doogie in is usual lecherous manner.

I was feeling very uncomfortable.  I was only covered by a crinkled dirty
sheet draped across my middle. I was also only to aware of the pungent
odours that were emanating from me.  I was covered in sweat and God only
knows what other bodily secretions, my own and others from last night mega
shagging session.  Dad must know what happened to me last night; yet he
wasn't saying anything he didn't look annoyed, mad or disgusted.

`My son and I need to talk Doogie, so shift that hairy arse of yours fast
before I pull your dick off and hit you with the soggy end.'

Doogie laughed out loud, got up from his seat, and stretched his body,
thrusting his hips out toward dad. Then he was gone through the door, with
just a brief glimpse of his rounded muscled arse; Fred followed quickly not
saying anything.

`Right now we are alone,' dad said, turning back to me.  `You look scared
son, no need to be; nobodies going to make you do anything you don't want
to.'

As he turned he leaned toward me a little; his hand was flat on the bed
between my legs, just below the sheet that lay across my middle protecting
my modesty.  With his other hand he reached over and stroked my face.

`Did you enjoy last night?'

`I don't know what you... you... well, mean? I stuttered alarmingly.  `Dad
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... to... you know...'

My eyes started to fill with tears of embarrassment; I turned on to my side
away from my dad, pulling my knees up to my chest in a foetal position.  I
felt the mattress spring as dad stood up, I heard him walk across the
caravan and close the door, then walk back to the bed.  Nothing happened, I
was aware that dad was stood at the side of the bed looking down at me.  I
must have laid there for several minutes before my curiosity got the better
of me and I turned onto my back, to see what dad was up to.  My instincts
were right he was stood looking down on me.

As soon as our eyes met, his face broke into a broad smile.  He looked very
handsome standing there in his white sweat-shirt and shorts.  He crossed
his arms at his waist and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a broad
expanse of muscled hairy chest.  I swallowed nervously, in anticipation.  I
knew what was going to happen but I still; even after all yesterday's
events, and all the comments that had been made about dad; I still couldn't
believe it.  Dad was undressing, but it wasn't for a swim.  Our eyes were
locked as he undid the belt, then the button and finally, slowly unzipped
his fly.  My tongue felt too big for my mouth, my stomach flipped in
expectation, a large dose of adrenalin was pumped into my system in hope of
the sex to come.  My breathing deepened as his shorts slipped over his hips
and slid to the floor, leaving him stood in a brief pair of underpants.
Dad immediately hooked his thumbs into each side of his waist elastic and
started to push them down his well shaped thighs.  His golden bush of pubic
hair burst over the top of his underpants like the stuffing from a torn
settee.  He bent right over and taking them off one muscled hairy leg and
then the other, he then stood in all his glory.  His penis had started to
harden.  Its size and shape fascinated me.  Not only was it long, but it
had the thickness of a babies arm, the tip of his glans peeked through a
loose foreskin but one could clearly make out the corona quite clearly
beneath the smooth, pale, satin like foreskin.

He leaned over and grasped the sheet in his right hand, pulling it off me
as he straightened up again; leaving my total nude and exposed.  I quickly
covered my genitalia with my hands; this wasn't an easy matter because I
was becoming aroused with looking at the fantastic body before me.

`Show me... show me... son,' he said huskily, `show me now, come on son,
open up, let your dad see it all'.

I let go, and moved my hands away; the brief contact from my hands had
acted as a further stimulant to my rapidly expanding dick.

`Open your legs...'

I did slowly.

`Wider, I want to see your hole, come on for daddy, wider.'

Dad was now handling himself roughly, yanking his foreskin back, exposing
his pink shiny glans to my intense stare.  I wanted to do that, I wanted
him to touch me I wanted him to...

The thought hit me I wanted him, I wanted him to do what Uncle Fred and
Doogie had done; but I wanted it even more.  So what does that make me..?

I rolled over on to my front, grinding my hips into the mattress; in what I
hoped to be a sexually provocative way.  It worked I felt the bed sink as
my dad got on the bed.  I moved my hands over my buttocks till my fingers
lodged in my arse slit, then I pulled my cheeks apart exposing my hole to
his gaze.  He slid his hand up the inside of my thigh.  His touch was like
an electrical shock to my system, he made me gasp audibly.  His thick index
finer touched the centre of my sexual being; it caressed, pressed and then
entered me.  I could here his breath deepen, as his finger entered me; I
turned back over.  His finger didn't disengage, I just spun on it.  He took
it out and replaced it with two fingers.  He started to finger fuck me,
slowly at first then more rapidly.  A long drawn out moan of pleasure
escaped my lips.  I tossed my head from side to side with the pleasure of
it all.  He stopped; his finger inside my up to the knuckles.  We were
staring into each others eyes again, so deep I could feel my very soul
pierced avid gaze.  His fingers slid out of my hole slowly, he then raised
them to his mouth and then sucked them, I saw his tongue flick between his
fingers to ensure his finger were clean.

Fred, Doogie and you; I can taste you all; you know I want to fuck you
don't you, I want to fill you up with my sperm, you want me to don't you?'

I could only nod my assent.

Then he started; it was like being hit by a sexual hurricane, he literally
dove between my open legs.  His nose pushed under my testis's and his hot
mouth found my hole which he proceeded to rim and ream with his tongue; I
thrashed about on the bed in a veritable sexual frenzy wanting to be
touched, fucked, licked, debauched, I knew what was happening to me
shouldn't even be contemplated but I was to far gone to give a fuck.
Briefly his mouth left my sphincter and he had a good go at swallowing my
penis, letting go, he licked his way up to my left nipple which he sucked
on avidly till it was even harder than it was already.  He then ravished my
neck biting and sucking pieces of flesh into his mouth till I cried out in
pain, knowing he was bruising my neck with love bites I revelled in the
pain of being marked by him.  His body crushed against my, his enormous
prick, sticking into my thigh; my own cock bent double between us screaming
to be released and touched again.  Then dad kissed me, this kiss was like
no other; the pure wantonness of it thrilled my very being; our mutual
licentiousness shameless in our dissoluteness was only enhanced by the
depravity of having sex with my father.  My senses soared; he was so
strong, now he held my arm above my head as he gnawed at my fetid, rank,
sweat laden armpit.  Rubbing his nose into the flesh, trying to absorb my
essence into his being via his nasal cavity.  I managed to slide my hands
down his long back to the thick mat of hair at its base, onward and
downward my hand grabbed the muscled flesh of his buttocks, feeling for his
hairy crack.  Suddenly my legs were pushed up to the sides of my ears, the
swiftness of this drove the air out of my lungs.  I felt between us
reaching for his rigid member, I grasped it, in wonder at the slickness of
it, as the smooth outer skin slid along the hard inner shaft.  I was so
excited that I squeezed his thick cock, pulling on it trying to pull it
into me.

The only response was that his giant hand held my waist in a grip of iron
and I felt him withdraw the shaft along my body to position it for
entrance. Almost casually he raised my hips in the air and rubbed my
straining dick along his much larger one. Then he playfully poked my balls
with the tip of his oozing cock head. The pink head pushed behind my testis
sack and into my arse crack. It easily parted my glutes and the tip settled
against my hole. I held my breath. I felt the pressure increase as he
forced the end inside spreading my arse lips open. I tried desperately to
relax. He pulled me into him harder and harder. His mighty member overcame
the resistance of tender human flesh. I felt my arse yield to his body. A
searing pain shot through me as he popped inside. I screamed. As the echo
reverberated around the caravan. It seemed to come from some other world. I
no longer had any thoughts for things external as all my consciousness was
focused on the sensations from my arse. There was pain, but I seemed
strangely disconnected from it. My body felt like it were moulded around
the penis of my father. There was pressure and a fullness that moved deeper
and deeper inside as he added inch after inch. I was panting, unable to
catch my breath, hyperventilating. Wave after wave of sensation broke over
me. I lifted my head, eyes wide seeing as if through a heavy fog; dad was
looking down at me his face contorted with lust, his tongue licked at his
lips, his brow beaded with sweat. Our eyes met and in that moment we both
knew we would never be the same two people again. We had taken that
forbidden step into depravity.  Everything moved at a crawl, like I was
watching some arty movie in slow motion. The world spun around and
around. I dreamt I was flying. There was a flash of lightning in my mind
and a tremendous searing pain shot through me again. I awoke.

The powerful hands of my dad were sliding me back and forth over his
incredible sex pole. Each time he pressed in a bit deeper my whole body
convulsed as he rearranged my internal anatomy to accommodate his massive
dimensions. I reached tentatively down to explore what was happening to my
body. My stomach was wet with the residue of an orgasm that must have
caused me to pass out earlier. My own nine inches were stiff as a board,
sticking straight up along my belly. I felt my tense abdominal
muscles. When my dad pushed into me I could feel myself expand to make room
for the intrusion. Deep below my muscles I imagined I could trace the
outline of a massive cock. Reaching to my arse I examined where the shaft
penetrated my body. I could only just wrap one hand around it. The utter
decadence of feeling and touching the implement of my own creation as it
relentlessly fucked me, nearly drove me mad with wanton lust. There was a
sticky wetness oozing from my hole. Waves of sensation washed over me each
time his dick moved inside me. Again they started to overwhelm me. My
entire body tensed and spasmed as my cum spewed forth once more. My muscles
contracted involuntarily around the invader inside me; I wrapped my legs
round dad's neck. I thought I could sense every inch, bump and vein on his
dick as it reached impossibly far within me. The frenzied manipulation of
my body on his cock was having an effect on my dad. His probing assault
became more determined and violent. The ecstasy that spiked through me each
time my juices sprayed from me masked the agony I should have felt. I was
aware that something huge and powerful was moving deep down in the core of
my body, but it seemed detached from my senses. Suddenly, a new phenomenon
began. The presence that was dominating my body began to pulse with new
energy. My whole being vibrated in sympathy with its overpowering
rhythm. Nothing else mattered. I screamed, not from pain, but from shear
overwhelming pleasure. I felt cold water splash off my face. My eyes
snapped open. The scene had changed. I was disoriented. I looked around
frantically. Someone was leaning over me, splashing water onto my face; it
wasn't dad he was still inside me, impaled so deep that when I breathed I
thought I could feel the head of his penis pass into my colon.

`Are you OK?' said a disembodied voice, I vaguely recognised.

Shudders of incredible pleasure rushed through me. I nodded yes.  Someone
gripped my wrist with his strong hand and guided me to stoke his flaccid
flesh. I needed no encouragement and brought my other hand up to help
out. It was at least six inches of soft pendulous penile flesh, but it
didn't stay soft for long. As I started stroking it, I could feel the flesh
engorge and swell and harden. As it lengthened past eight inches, it
strained to rise toward horizontal. I followed it with my caress until it
stretched out and pointed right at my lips. It continued to grow. The tip
poked out of the taught skin that would normally have covered it, it was
bright red from the fresh blood rushing to fill out its dimensions. It was
almost nine inches when it touched my lips. I opened my mouth and accepted
it inside. I licked the piss slit with my tongue, tasting a drop of precum
mixed with urine. He pushed forward filling my mouth with the first three
inches. I worked on it with my lips and mouth as he came to full
erection. He placed his hands behind my head and tried to force some more
of his straining shaft inside. It hit the back of my throat. As he got me
in position, I felt my gullet open and then fill with inch after inch of
massive manhood as I swallowed again and again. I imagined I felt the head
push past my Adam's apple. I thought he would meet his partner in the
middle of my body right by my heart. Soon my nose was pressed into his
course pubic bush. I inhaled deeply his aroma was pungent and heady.

The man at my face backed off a bit easing a couple of inches or so from my
throat and then he rammed it into me again. My body was transfixed by two
poles of solid erectile flesh that penetrated deep into the core of my
sexual being. When they moved within me every nerve in me sparked. I closed
my eyes and gave myself over to the enjoyment of the sensations. They
continued in this mode for several minutes before I picked up a change. The
pace became faster and harder. My body was slammed into even more
industriously. Their tools seemed to swell even larger, if that were
possible, and then I though I could feel the insistent pulsating of their
imminent eruptions. It grew stronger and my body reverberated with its
force. I felt the first rush of man seed power past my lips and arse to
race up the long shafts and spew forth. I knew that my own dick had joined
in with my sex partners, but my thoughts and feelings concentrated on what
was happening inside me. Both men were plugged into me to the hilt. The guy
in mouth was so deep down my throat that it felt like he was delivering his
load direct to my stomach, but I hoped he'd back off so I could taste his
hot sauce. He must have read my mind because that's just what he did,
stopping with only five or six inches filling my mouth. His next blast
filled me with salty cum. I swallowed and he filled me again and
again. With my lips still tightly stretched around his cum hose I looked up
at him and saw him staring down at me, smiling.  I could see every muscle
in his body tense as he powered each fresh load on its way. As his
ejaculations subsided, he pulled the last few inches from my mouth. Still,
a final spurt coated my face. I licked up what I could reach with my
tongue; it was at this point that I recognised who it was that had been
fucking my face; it was my granddaddy, my dad's dad.

I looked at my dad whose eyes were closed tightly in the final orgasmic
heaves, as he planted his millions of seeds deep inside my rectum.

`You enjoyed that, young Peter my lad?'  He said gently.

His penis was slowly deflating like a wrinkled balloon. It was wet and
shiny; and I felt a little sad has his foreskin slid over his red knob end,
hiding it from my gaze.

`Oh my God what have we done?' I heard myself say.

Dad dropped forward onto my chest, licking at the seminal fluid that had
been deposited there.

`You're carrying on the family tradition.'

He turned towards granddad, `Hi pops' he said cheerfully.

He reached out and grasped granddads drooping penis.  He pulled him closer
to him with it.  When granddad was near enough dad pulled back his foreskin
and popped the wet red end in his mouth.  He sucked on it for a few seconds
and then let it flop out of his mouth.  Granddad lent over and kissed his
son on the mouth, just before their lips met, dad stuck out his tongue, and
I could see that Granddad was sucking on it by the way his cheeks sucked
in.

When they broke away from each other, they both turned to me smiling.

`You look a wee bit shocked laddie as your uncle Doogie would say.'

`Uncle Doogie?' I replied.

`Well half uncle really,' dad said.

`What about Fred?' I asked nervously.

`Yes him too; he's my half brother,' said dad.

Granddad moved away to the bottom of the bed and sat down.  Dad leaned
forward and tenderly kissed me, his tongue flicked against my lips.  He
moved his head away and looked me directly in the eyes.

`Granddad needs to fuck you son; he wants you real bad, you going to let
him?'

`Dad, how long as this been going on?'

`Your Granddad first fucked me when I was fourteen and we've been at it
ever since, your uncle Fred and uncle Doogie and their sons all come on our
fishing trips.'

I could feel hands on my thighs pushing them open; I knew who it was.
Granddad is fifty-six years old but he looks younger; he's just an older
version of my dad with a smaller dick and a bigger belly.  Dad moved a
little to one side allowing me to see what was happening between my legs.
Granddad was knelt between my open thighs staring down at my erect cock.

`What do you think to your Grandson, pops?'

`I'll let you know when I've got this inside him,' he said grasping at his
own turgid genitals.

`I don't think we... should, I've had enough dad.'

`It's OK, pops will be up your shit chute in a trice.'

Granddad was trying to push his knob end between the cheeks of my arse.  I
started to protest.  That's when Granddad thumped me, in the ribs, knocking
the wind out of me.  Dad pulled up my legs and spread em wide.  Granddad
shuffled nearer on his knees; his penis started to enter me.  Dad put his
hand over my mouth to stifle the groan of pain from both the blow and the
rape of my anal sphincter.  I just couldn't believe it I was being
homosexually and incestuously raped by my Granddad whilst being held down
by my father.

Granddad rode me like a sexually jockey; the only sounds were of his heavy
grunting as he thrust into me.  Harder and harder he went.  At some point
dad must have let go of me; because I opened my eyes to see him poised over
Granddad with his dick in his hand; dropping to his knees he entered him
from behind, just as he was on the out stroke from fucking me.  He
collapsed onto me driving his meat all the way inside me.  I could feel his
drooping balls between my legs.  He just lay flat on top of me; till dad
started to drive his cock into his dads arse.  Then we all moved together
dad governing the pace of each thrust.  Granddad kissed and bit at my neck.
I had this sudden urge to kiss him.  It made my feel dirty and used, but at
the same time sexy and dissolute.  I knew from that second that this was my
sexual destiny.  As we all started to climb the ladder toward mutual
orgasm; my mind was flying to the future when I would take my son fishing;
and that's when I shot my load, ahhhhhhhh! Bliss.....

The End.