Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2016 20:14:43 -0800
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: NEW: Campers Delight part 3

Camper's Delight 3


[Well.... Not one to cut a deadline too close, here it is. I hope it works
for you. Not really what I wanted from this story, but I've been way too
fucked up lately.

Jon

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Watching father and son play-punch, push and tease each other in the dark
of the evening reminded me of just how lonely my isolated life-style really
was. The camaraderie between the two well-built men made me jealous, sad,
lonely and happy for them all at the same time. Scott Junior noticed my
withdrawal and would have none of it. He started teasing me, dancing
around, shadow punching and goosing me. I told him to back down and not
bother an old man which slowed him down, NOT! I finally stepped into one of
his lunges and swept his feet out from under him. Holding him on his belly,
standing there relaxed with his hand and arm in an extremely painful Aikido
shoulder lock, I extracted a promise for better behavior. Scott senior
urged me to really teach the little pest a lesson, but I let him go once he
promised. He bounded to his feet and was all over me, calling me Paw-Paw
and demanding to know what I'd done and how and when was I going to teach
him and how long did I think it would take before he could get his dad that
way. I looked over the excited boy's shoulder. His father just grinned and
made a motion that indicated I was on my own. Luckily, we got to the shower
before I really had to answer the eager boy.

Scott Senior had the door open and was holding his hand up for us to be
quiet. Both Junior and I quieted right down, and extricated ourselves from
the rather complicated wrestlers knot we'd gotten ourselves tied up in. We
approached the door really wanting to know why we had to be quiet. Why was
pretty simple once we got there. Clothes piled up on one of the benches and
noises coming from the shower room that sounded and smelled more like
Saturday night at a brothel than Sunday morning at church, unless maybe you
attended the Church of the Eternally Flowing Erection. Carefully closing
the door, we snuck up until we could peek into the shower area. Clouds of
steam didn't hide the fact that Old Man Widimark had his son and two
nephews bent over and was enthusiastically plugging their butts, one after
the other or that all three boys were loving his fat cock. Not as big as
either of the Scott's, it was a hefty piece none-the-less. Without saying a
word, the three of us stripped off the few clothes we were wearing and sort
of casually walked down to the fun end of the big shower room.

Saying that the Widimark's were surprised would be nothing but the
truth. The old man grinned at me. I grinned back. "Mr. Widimark, may I
present my friends, Scott." His confused look brought a grin to my
face. "The one with the big cock is Scott Junior. The one with the even
bigger cock is Scott Senior."

Laughing, he pulled his cock out of the boy he was fucking. "This is my son
Sam, and these are my nephew."

It was my turn to have a puzzled look on my face and old man Widimark just
laughed. "Turn about's fair play! These two scamps are interchangeable
pieces. No one can tell Hale from Gale and, besides, it doesn't matter
because they're interchangeable parts! Would you like to fuck one or both
of them?"

"Only if you let me use my own cock!" The twins were absolutely
gorgeous. Completely hairless below the chins and so blond you could hardly
see what hair they did have. Their story quickly came to light. When they
had started college they had almost immediately gotten into serious trouble
when the swimming coach at the Christian College they were attending caught
them fucking each other in the shower. They had transferred to State and
were rooming with Sam, a Junior. He kept them shaved and well fucked and
under his constant supervision. The twins adored him and would do anything
he said. When Widimark's younger brother was killed in a car wreck, his
wife and two-year-old twins had become part of the old mans family. He
sired several more children on his brothers wife while keeping his own wife
pregnant at the same time. The boy's never really knew any other father and
absolutely adored the old man. Both Scott's and I shared our stories as
well, Junior constantly referring to me as his grandfather. Somehow Sam
ended up bending Junior over and started giving him the old college try
while Widimark shared his nephews with me. Scott Senior was sort of
directing things.

The twins were eager bottoms, smiling and chatting as two old men laid some
serious meat to their tight asses. We swapped back and forth a few times
and there was truly no telling the two freshmen apart. Widimark and I ended
up seriously lip-locking each other while the twins sucked each other off
while we fucked hell out of them. Sam climbed off of Junior and got behind
me, barely giving me warning before my ass swallowed it's third cock of the
evening. Sam was athletic as hell and really strong. His powerful ass
driving a truly thick, stout cudgel with a young mans casual disregard for
the niceties of fucking. That was OK right then though. The younger boys
had me so wound up that it took everything their big brother had to get my
attention. "Well," I thought, my dick being gobbled by a wildly active
young butt as my ass was being torn up by a fantastic young stud, "so much
for celibacy." Twisting my hips in a move unexpected by either boy, I
brought both of them to screaming climaxes. Grinning, pleased with myself,
I ground my hips on both boys and made both of them convulse, totally out
of control.

Walking back from our rather long, involved shower, one that included
promises for future meetings as well as a great deal of very intimate
touching, groping, fondling, and just plain down and out fucking and
sucking, was a slow, languid, meandering sort of wander rather than any
purposeful progression. The two Scott's and I just wanted time to be
together. Time to touch and time to talk. And we took it. Over the quiet
walk and the warm and friendly dinner that we finally shared in the wee
hours of the morning. Hungry from all our activity, we put away calories as
if they were the last we'd ever see. The soup had become a rich, thick stew
and was wonderful with the freshly toasted French bread. What was even more
wonderful was that I had a young man sitting on either side of me, close
enough to keep me warm and warm enough to keep me hot. We were very
comfortable with each other. Touching had become casual, accepted, a happy
sharing. I gradually became aware that Scott Jr. was persisting in calling
me "Paw-paw." His version of "Grandpa." What was more astonishing to me was
that Scott Sr. was calling me "Dad." Senior was no boy to play games or be
misled. He was a highly competent, full-grown man.

I pulled Scott Senior over to me and, tears welling up in my eyes from an
overdose of emotion, put everything I had into lip-locking the big stud.

Senior kissed back with equal fervor. Finally backing off on the
lip-bruising a little bit, he said, "What's going on, Dad?"

Well, I managed to embarrass the hell out of myself, blubbering about
loneliness and not having a family and how even pretending to have a family
made me feel. Wonderful. Embarrassed all to hell and gone I tried to back
out of where I'd gone. Trying to find a graceful way to go back to my RV
was vastly complicated when Junior snuggled up behind me, wrapping his leg
over the top of mine and kissing the back of my neck. "Don't run away
Paw-paw. I want you to stay... and so does Daddy."

I mumbled something about needing to get an early start in the morning, but
Junior cut in, "Paw-paw! I never got to know my real granddaddy. But you're
just like Daddy described him. Well, not on the outside, but inside you
are. Look at Daddy. He wants you to stay so bad he's about to bust his
bladder! And I want you to stay too. As long as you want. Forever if you
want. You're just like I always imagined Daddy's daddy was... Smart, fun to
play with, and a real dirty old man. Just perfect."

The powerfully built man in front of me gripped my shoulders even more
tightly, "Like my son said, my dad was real important to me, and I've
missed him ever since he died. You're the first man who's ever taken up the
slack where he left off. I don't mean to push you, or to make out like
somethings happening that isn't, but I really wish you'd give whatever it
is that is happening a chance. You say you miss having a family. Well, so
do we. As long as we're staying here anyway, why don't we just go ahead
pretending --- and see what happens."

"Yeah, let's see what happens Paw-paw. Besides, it's your turn to fuck me!"

No written invitation necessary! I slid across the slick sheet to the
smooth body laying all akimbo, waiting for me. My fingers encountered solid
masses of muscle, my fingertips felt smooth expanses of hairless flesh
lubricated to slickness by the superfine dusting of blond baby fuzz that
still covered the unshaven body. Thick prong and dense pubes gave way to
ripply belly and its tiny indentation, so sensitive to my tongues eager
exploring. Paps of lightest brown surrounding cute little nubbins, likewise
servile before my tongues ministrations. Swelling to easily teased
stiffness and breath gasping contortions. Swollen lips so eager, so in
need, so wanting and so demanding. Our tongues dueled, his knees lifting in
involuntary submission. The hound-dog accurate nose of my heat seeking
moisture missile found his tight little portal and painted it with bubbling
salivation's. Over and over I nudged and prodded and gently sought
admission until, grudgingly, he gave way, opening as reluctantly as a
virgin in the wedding bower. I reached only half way into him before
retreating, only to nudge again, kiss once more, drool a dollop of slick
juice that I could ride just that much deeper. And deeper. And
deeper. Until we were as one. Connected.

Our passionate kissing was joined by a pair of strong masculine hands,
kneeding and prodding my already overheated body until I was arched in
panting desire over the top of the mans son, asshole and cockhead just
barely connected, my asshole snapping and begging. We hadn't long to
wait. My body smashed down, sinking my cock fully within the son as the
father covered and then bred me, his thickness invading me to his full
depth even as his streaming cum lubricated his brutal passage. Cumming
seemed to have no salutary effect on him other than to make him even more
demanding and forceful as his fucking continued unchecked. Junior and I
were laughing and giggling to each other as his father fucked both of us at
the same time. There was just no other way to describe it. He was brutally
humping my ass and, in the process, he was using my cock to just as
brutally rape his own son. We started working with him, timing our bouncing
and pushing back at him in unison until the whole bed smashed through the
bedframe and we ended up with the mattresses on the floor as all three of
us peaked and climaxed at the same time. Junior all over my belly and
chest, me up Junior's ass and Senior up my ass.

We finally came too enough to untangle ourselves and I spent the most
wonderful night in a very long time sleeping, trapped between two powerful
men who were rapidly becoming my life.

Well, That's how I became a father and grandfather both in one day --- or
evening, as it were. There's more to the story of course. Good years
together on the ranch and traveling together. Friends we made --- and
shower-rooms we visited. Maybe my boys will give me enough time to write
some of that down. Right now though, Junior has gotten one of the girls at
school VERY pregnant. The tests say it's a boy, and from the looks of the
ultrasound, he's gonna have a dick as big as his grandfathers. The girl and
her parents have agreed to "sign" the baby over to us and we are all
looking forward to Scott III joining our happy family. These boys couldn't
be any more mine if I'd sired them. I'm a very happy old man. Wondering
when they're going to figure out that my given name is Jon
Scott... ☺



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Do not fear the enemy, for your enemy can only take your life. It is far better that you fear the media, for they will steal your HONOR.