Date: Fri, 7 Nov 2003 04:26:33 -0800 (PST)
From: michaelkevin pittman <mikekpbear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adventures with My Daddy  part 3 (Bill's turn)

This story is a work of fiction.  Although the characters are all based
on fact, this never happened.... (well except in the recesses or my dirty
little mind)

Thank you to all of you who have written.  i hope you keep enjoying it...
For those of you here for the first time, well.... if you aren't supposed
to be reading this, then don't... its that simple.  if you are offended
by incestuous, group, MM, Mb, ws or stuff like that i suggest you stop
now.

this aint no Disneyland.....  and we definetly arent in Kansas...

     My name is Bill.  I'm mikey's dad.  This is my part of the story for
awhile...

     About the time i turned 12 years old, (Pete had just turned 14)
Becky came into our lives... Becky was 13 and she "fit" in between Pete
and I like the teeth of a set of gears, and smooth as silk besides.  She
had had polio when she was 8.. It left her with a knee brace, but it
never stopped her.  If you were to look the word "tomboy" up in a
dictionary, I swear it'll probably say, see Becky.  Up until this point,
Pete and I had been pretty much inseparable.  Becky came along and, well,
to us anyway, it was us three against the world.

     Becky knew about Pete and me. The three of us had discussed it... We
had even shown her some things.  She was curious, interested, intrigued
alittle, but never overly excited by the whole "sex thing". So things
pretty much continued the way they were with Pete and I...

     Saturdays were "our" day.  That was the day we went exploring
(usually we were looking for another bathroom like the one behind the gas
station.)  I remember one Saturday that probably changed our lives...
Mine, Pete's and especially Becky's.... but i get ahead of myself...

     We both had the same house rules.... Our parents all pretty much
said the same thing verbatim... "Saturday is your day.. what you do with
it is your business... as long as you are in the house by the time the
street lights come on, the world is out there, go check it out...  And we
did.  One Saturday, At Would You Believe? 7am, Pete and i took off on our
bikes.(Pete taught me how to ride a bike not long after he himself had
learned...) Pete had heard about a truckstop not far from where we
lived... but still a good hike for a 12 year old like me.)  In about an
hour, we arrived at the truckstop.  It had the usual look, smell, and yes
, even taste of what a truckstop should be... Except for one thing.. If
you went past the gas pumps and the little resturaunt and out a ways even
further out back behind where the last line of trucks were parked, was a
little building.  It was all that remained of the drive- in movie place
snack bar, that had been closed for years.  it abbutted the rear of the
property that was owned by the truckstop.  They ended up buying that
too.... whatever plans they may have had for it, they all must have
fallen thru, because the only improvements to the property done were; the
screen had been torn down, and the chain link fence between the 2
properties was gone.  This little building was open... it had no
electricity, but it still had running water.  the only things left inside
of the building were the toilets and stalls in the bathrooms urinals in
the mens was one long trough.  The room was illuminated by the windows at
the top of the 2 corner walls, and whatever light came thru the open
doors.

     Pete walked in like he owned the place, and I was right behind
him.... There were three men at the urinal.... that was pretty normal,
except for one little thing.... they were all naked and they looked alot
wetter than just sweaty from the heat...  We headed for the stalls, the
first one we came to was ocuppied, so i went into the next, Pete stopped
at the occuppied stall.. the door swung open and then i saw Petes kness
on the ground and from the sound of things, I could tell that Pete was
licking somebody bigtime...

     I peeked around ino the stall, there was a big ole bear of a man in
there  around 50, naked, his kees were pulled up to his chest, and Pete
was busily sucking and licking everything he could get his tongue to... I
heard water splashing so i crept over to where the guys at the urinal
were. One guy was lying on the floor and the other 2 guys were squatting
down by his head... they were both pissing as the guy on the floor would
alternate his mouth between the 2 flowing streams. So, i went over and
squatted down on the guys face and pissed on his belly and cock while
trying to get both of those uncut dicks in my mouth at the same time.

     Pete got fucked (and feltched- by me) for the first time that day.
I spent most of the morning over in a corner with a nice man. He was
around 50, not much taller than me,  (and i wasnt 5 ' tall yet...)  he
was well built, but he didnt work at it.   and he loved to eat ass as
much as i did...

     Something else happened that day.  We met Tony and Phil.  Tony was
the son of one of the owners of the truckstop......  Phil was his uncle.
Because we met that day, the four of us began a relationship (for want of
a better word) that lasted over 30 years.
By the time he was 19, Pete was working full time ( and getting very well
paid for it) as a truck mechanic.  Thanks to Tony.

     Phil was there the day I made my first down payment on my first
truck.  I had a license to drive this truck because of Phil.  I had my
first "client" who paid me very well for the services that I was able to
render because of that truck, because Phil recommended me for the job.
This was the basis on which the trucking firm that Pete and I formed
years later...  and all because we met these 2 guys Tony and Phil on a
Saturday morning....


There's still more to this....

Like it so far? Great thats what I'm here for.... comments? suggestions?
mikekpbear@yahoo.com
Flames ignored...
Just because safe sex isn't practiced in this story, It doesn't mean that
one shouldn't.

but as i said before.... this aint Disneyland   and we aint in Kansas
anymore...