Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2016 00:20:06 -0400
From: Eddie Stevenson <wardo1956@gmail.com>
Subject: Camping with Pop

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The events here happened in 1972

I had an OK childhood.  Mom was a drunk for most of it. Nothing in the
house really stirred until she passed out. Dad only drank on rare
occasions.  He was a fireplug of a man. 6' tall, barrel chest and a modest
belly. Slightly balding at the time, and covered with brown hair from head
to toe.  Pop was a Phys Ed teacher in the local middle school..gruff,
redneck and all sports all the time.

My best friend and I had been blowing each other since we were 7. His
idea. Not sure where he got it from. Neither one of us knew about cumming
yet. Dad loved all things out doors. I had just turned 13 when he asked me
if I wanted to go camping. I had been with him a few times when I was
younger and found it boring as hell, but I remember pop sitting around in
his boxer shorts fishing, and I wanted to see more. We packed the car the
night before and were on the road by 5 AM. It surprised me when we stopped
along the way for cokes and beer. 2 cases! "Don't tell yer Mom", he
laughed. Like I ever would. We pitched our tent and set out our
supplies. Dad grabbed his little lounge chair, our fishing rods, and I
grabbed the cooler. All the time I couldnt keep my eyes off his hairy
arms. so hot.

We got to the fishing spot. Dad drops his pants and shirt. He was wearing
boxers and a wife beater T. "Might as well get comfortable". So there we
sat all day, me drinking cokes, Pop and his beer.I suffered through staring
at that fat cock of his trapped between his leg and his shorts. The light
faded and we packed up and went back to camp. We kept the two biggest fish
we caught, cleaned them and cooked them. Dad had been drinking all day on
an empty stomach, and by the time we had finished eating, he had fallen
asleep on his chair. While he was sleeping, I snagged 3 beers. I hated the
taste, but pop said that's what men drink, so I choked them down. Dad woke
up and saw the beer cans on my side of the fire. "Good man", was all he
said. He stood up to piss and whipped out his cock. I beautiful; 6" soft
and as big around as my 13 year old wrist. He pissed on the campfire, then
arched his back and pissed on the cans at my feet. I was hoping he'd splash
some on me but he didnt. He just laughed. He grabbed 2 more beers and
tossed me one. By this time I was blitzed, seeing double, but I drank it
slowly.

Finally it was time for bed. It was getting really cold so Dad decided to
zip the two sleeping bags together to share warmth. Dad dozed off and I was
so excited I was shaking. I didnt dare touch him until I heard his
snoring. Then I cuddled up close and nuzzled into his hairy back. I was
rubbing him all over. Suddenly he rolled over onto his back and looked up
at me. I wasnt able to move away but he lifted his arm and wrapped around
me pulling me closer, then went back to snoring. looking back he was
probably faking it. I waited about 30 minutes before I made my
move. Rubbing the beautiful belly of his, I kept going lower and lower. I
finally reached in his fly and felt that luxurious pubic hair. I played
with that for a few minutes...I only had a few strands. I touched his cock
and encircled it with my hand. I couldnt believe how thick and soft it
was. Then all at once I felt an itch on my own little pecker. I reached
into my shorts to scratch it, and shot my first load ever all over my hand.

"You aint no fag, are you boy?" My dad shocked the shit out of
me. "Um.. how long were you awake?, I asked. "Long enough to feel you on my
dick", he said. All I could say was "I'm sorry". "Answer my question, you a
fag?" "I dont know what that means". He lifted his ass and pulled his
boxers down, grabbed my cummy hand and told me to play with his dick. "A
fag is a man who likes men rather than women", he said. H hesitated, not
sure what to do. "Go on play with it. How do you know you are a fag if you
dont play with one?" His cock had grown to a beautiful 7.5" and beer can
thickness. I put his dick in my hand, marveling at the size and the soft
hardness of it. I sat up to get a better grip on it "Take your pants off",
he barked. My 6" cock was rock hard again and I wasnt sure I wanted him to
see that. Finally I relented. Pop saw my boner and said, "Yeah that's what
I figgered. Bring it up here and let me see it." I walked on my knees so my
cock was shoulder height to him. "That's a good size for your age. Might
even get bigger n' me" You ever suck cock?". I blushed. "Just Jack(my best
friend)", I said. I was stroking his cock hard at this point. I was so
nervous I was still shaking. "Suck my cock fag, and no teeth". He closed
his eyes and waited. I leaned down and smelled his cock. Precum and my own
cum dried to it. I took it in my mouth carefully. Pop moaned. I drank up
the juice and managed to fit the whole head in my mouth. "twist your head
when you are sucking the head. And move your tongue around". I did as he
said. Tried as I might I couldnt get much more than 2-3 inches of the shaft
into my mouth, before I backed off and swirled my tongue around his
head. "Take it to the balls, boy, in yer throat". I managed to get it to my
throat but it was just too big. He reached down and stared rubbing my ass
cheeks.

"Ever been fucked boy?" "No sir" I didnt even know that was possible. he
wet his finger and put it in my rectum. My cock was throbbing at this
point, just going crazy. I started jacking his cock while sucking it "No
hands boy, it's a blow job not an hand job." I took my hand away and played
with his balls instead. "Watch the fuckin' teeth", he grunted. When I
scrapped his cock three times in a row, he said, "c'mere fag let me show
you". He lifted my body up and put me into a 69 position and took my entire
cock into his mouth. I laid flat on his hairy body while we suck each
others dicks. "Dad I'm gonna shoot", I warned, but he wouldnt let up and I
shot my load deep into his mouth. My sucking was all over the place and
sloppy so Dad told me to lay flat on my belly. He rolled the sleeping bag
up and put it under my hips. "Shit, son, if I knew this wuz gonna happen I
woulda bought some grease". He got behind me and pulled my ass cheeks
apart. He blew some air on my pucker then started licking it. I yelped in
surprise. he tongue fucked me for a bit, then wet his finger and started
opening me up. "You done this before Dad?", I asked "I like pussy", he
said, "I aint no fag, but I dont want to fuck a drunk. I got a few
buddies." He pressed on my prostate. Another yelp. My cock was hard
again. He inserted a second finger, then, eventually, a third. "I aint
gonna lie to you son, your Dad's cock is bigger n' most men. This is gonna
hurt, but I'll take it easy. You'll start to like it after a few
minutes. Come up here and get my dick nice and wet". I turned around and
slobbered as much spit as I could on that beautiful piece of meat. He
pushed me back down and spit on my hole a few times. He positioned his
cockhead over my hole and said, "Im gonna push in and I want you to push
out like you're taking a dump". He slowly entered my ass and it burned like
fire "DAD!! DAD!!", I screamed. "Take it like a man! I'm gonna hold still
and let you adjust. Just try to push out so it stops hurting". Eventually I
felt my ass relax, and Pop started pushing in. It hurt like hell! I stuffed
the sleeping bag in my mouth and just growled. He was my Dad, the man who
made me, and I wanted him in my ass so fucking bad, so I just growled. Dad
was laying flat on top of me now, his breath on my ear "That's your Daddy's
dick boy, you Daddy is fucking you and gunna come in your fag pussy. Take
is baby, take your Daddy's cock", over and over again, like a chant. I
finally had his whole cock in my ass: he hit bottom. The spit was long gone
and everything was dry now. He lay there flexing, making his head bigger
and bigger. He pulled out a little and back in. The pain disappeared and
was replaced with a warmth. I pushed back against him and he took that as a
sign to start fucking the hell out of me. Dad wasnt a gentle man and he
wasnt a gentle fuck. He rode me hard and fast. Every time his fat cock head
rubbed my prostate it felt like I was cumming. He reached under me and
hooked his hands over my shoulders. every time he jammed into my ass, he
pulled me down onto it. "You want your Daddy's come, son?" "Oh yeah Dad
please cum in my ass. Please!" I felt his furry body against mine,
quivering. he was licking my ear and suddenly bit down on my earlobe
grunting, "Here it comes, boy, Daddy's gonna blow". He jammed his huge cock
into me and growled as he unloaded. I could feel his cock jerking in my
ass. Slowly it deflated and slid out of my ass. "Keep that cum in you, Son,
it's good for ya." I think he just enjoyed the farts. He rolled over and I
snuggled in close beside him.. We covered ourselves with the sleeping bag
and slept til morning The next morning we had a 69 and I finally got him to
cum in my mouth, but not before cumming three times myself. Ok that's
that. I'll post more if this is well received.

Oh one more thing. I tried over the years to use the word Gay instead of
fag, but he would have none of it. He liked the word