Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2012 18:50:29 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Dad Fishing With His Son

To my loyal readers: as author of the My Son Toby trilogy, Jay and Robbie,
and Uncle Mark Teaches trilogy you have been extremely kind in your
comments and swapping great photos. I enjoy hearing what my readers think
and can be contacted at: Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com

My first sexual experience was with an adult male neighbour when I was
ten. Though my experience was not traumatic to me it is impossible to
advocate sexual play with a minor. This is the story of father and son
discovering a sexual bond. If this idea distresses you please read no
further.

Dad Fishing With His Son

The mountains were a rich pine green. The air was cooled by the breeze
sweeping across the river. Father and son had waded into the cool water at
calf deep. Rods were swung as the line was cast, the sinker at the end of
the line giving it purpose. Each of them wore a fair brimmed soft hat
decorated at the band with feathered fish hooks. Each wore a utility vest
pocketed with sinkers, pen knives and the necessities of fly fishing. Each
was otherwise naked.

    Peter at 36 was a strong hirsute man, dark-haired, well-muscled from
years spent in his construction trade. He stood a solid six feet. His chest
was broad and well-defined though mostly hidden in a forest of dark curly
hair. His stomach ripped, his legs strong, his furry butt round and
firm. Peters thick manhood swung floppily with every cast of the rod
threatening to spill the knob free of its flesh sleeve.

    Down wind casting with equal skill stood his 12 year old son, Kevin. A
smaller version of his father his was a fairer countenance having inherited
his mothers blonde hair and paler skin. Smooth and lithe he had the light
brown beginnings of pubic hair, a softer, silkier version of his fathers
that just now defined the base of his sex. Standing at five feet his
compact form made him swift either on the soccer field or the hockey rink.

    Father and son. Naked. Since Kevin was old enough to walk and mind his
father both had spent weekends throughout the summer months enjoying the
outdoors at the family cottage. Peter always unabashed had introduced his
pride and joy to the magic of nature and the natural states of man in
nature.

    With an afternoon of no luck father and son waded to shore, climbed the
gentle embankment and headed the half-mile to the cottage.

    "Dad?" Kevin began.

    "What's on your mind?". Peter accepted his sons hand as they plodded
the well-worn path.

    "Did you and grand-dad go fishing?"

    "No. Your grandfather was too busy making money to be much of a father
or anything else".

    Kevin moved in closer. "I'm glad you have time".

    "Me, too". Peter released the hand and as he brought his arm over the
boys shoulder the lad wrapped an arm about his dads waist. It was as thus
they walked home.

    The cottage was a two room one storey wood frame. The main room had a
kitchen, dining area and comfortable living room with a large couch facing
the stone fireplace. The other was the bedroom off of which was the
bathroom. It was here that Kevin headed having relieved himself of the
accoutrements of fishing.

    Into the warm spray the lad stepped relishing the feel. Soap made its
way over his form lathering a sparkle into his body. As he began to rinse
Peter stepped into the stall.

    "You done?" He asked taking the bar of soap. Lifting it to his nose he
inhaled. "Smells of boy ass".

    Kevin laughed.

    Peter handed the bar over to his son. "Here. Make it smell of man".

    The lad fell to his knees as the hairy butt was offered. The soap
lathered up the hairy cheeks. His hands sliding over and around the
roundness. Then he made his way along the valley, his fingers sliding and
teasing the hairy asshole. Digits prodded and poked inducing sighs in the
man. The index finger wormed its way past the sphincter into the soft wet
tunnel. With expertise his finger became the instrument of father-fuck. The
finger felt the walls as it moved in and out slowly. Kevin watched his
finger disappear and reappear inside his dads hairy opening.

    Peter rested his palms against the tile as the water sprayed the soap
away. His body tingled as his son finger-fucked him nice and slow. The
faucets were switched off allowing his body to bead the remains of the
spray.

    "Oh, God, honey. I need your tongue there. Lick daddys asshole".

    Kevin pushed his face into the hairy crack, his hands holding the
cheeks wide apart.

    "Oh, fuck, yeah, son! Lick daddys furry hole. Push your tongue in. Ah,
fuck!" Peter groaned.

    The tongue danced over the roughness caused by the hairs. His tongue
wiggled insistantly at his fathers back door. For as long as his memory
Kevin loved his dads body. The taste of it. The scent of it. Licking the
asshole his tongue began to snake in. The muscle had relaxed. Into his
daddy. His tongue. Upward. Kevins tongue began to writhe and worm its way
in.

    "Oh, fuck, son. Cock!" Peter groaned. "I need your cock. Up my fucking
hole".

    Kevin released the hole from his snake. "Will you suck me first?"

    Peter turned around pulling his son to his feet. "Any fucking thing you
want!" Grabbing the lads hand he brought him wet from the shower into the
bedroom. As the boy fell on the bed Peter fell between his sons legs
swallowing the five inch pole.

    Kevin held his dads wet head firmly. As the tongue began to swirl about
the cock he began a long low moan of pleasure. "Yes, daddy. Yes. Suck
me. Suck your sons prick. Ah, suck it. Suck. Suck!"

    Peter knew this cock well; had sucked it from a tadpole to the power it
was becoming. Straight. Hard. Bulbous knob. Delicious to his tongue, his
mouth. He sucked hard so hungry for more. His head bobbed as he slurped
noisily. The cock of his son pistoned between his lips. He continued his
hard suck. Fuck. He could do this forever. Peter knew that any day now his
son would cum for the first time and he was determined to get it whether
down his throat or up his ass.

    Kevin pulled at the hair; wet, slick, difficult to hold onto. His balls
were on fire. The warm wet glove held his boy cock securely. "Oh, my God,
daddy!  Feels so good. Your mouth. My prick. My God! So, so good. Suck me,
daddy. Suck your sons hot pr..."

    Suddenly something was wrong. Kevin became alarmed. It hurt. There was
an ache. His knob hurt. "No, daddy, stop. Stop! It hurts!".

    Oh, yes, it was now. Today. Peter sucked as hard as fast as he had ever
done before.

    "No! Please, daddy. No!". The pain became euphoric. Something
else. Couldn't think. Head hurt. Both of them. His temples throbbed. His
face was on fire. His knob hurt. Odd pain. Strange. Needles. "Oh, God!" It
felt like his cockhead was about to explode. No. It was. It was
exploding. Kevin let out a scream as his body writhed. Oh, God, don't let
me die!

    The first lava shot hit the roof of his mouth. Peter immediatly stopped
bobbing, using his cheek muscles to throb the pole. The second the back of
his throat. Instantly his tongue coiled up and back to catch the third
wave. Then a fourth. A fifth. His mouth filled with his sons cum, hiss
essence, his burdgeoning manhood. He stopped his sucking and let the
volcano spill its hot strong lava in his mouth. Even now the back of the
throat was scented with his sons musk.

    Kevin stopped moving. His temples still throbbed. His body was in some
other dimension. Sound was muffled by the pounding in his ears. He felt
heavy like he was cast in cement. And sudden air around his dick as daddy
moved up over him, his face now above his. Why were daddys eyes shining,
wet? Lowering his lips to Kevins the lad opened his mouth accepting the
tongue. But it was also cum. He knew the taste well. But this wasn't
dads. This was stronger. Bitter. 'My, God', he thought, 'this is mine'.

    Peter shared the boy juice as he lovingly stroked his sons tongue with
his own now swallowing what he could. The strong pungency of a boys first
climax.

    Peter released the boys mouth as he moved up beside his sons head
squatting his butt to the mattress. Hands on Kevins head as he turned it
pushing his cock into his sons mouth. The boy sucked gently, lazily on the
fat knob. His sucking making lewd noises.

    "Oh, yes, Kevin. That's it son", Peter said lovingly. "Suck daddys
cock, baby. Suck me. Now you truly know how good it feels. Just suck,
baby. Don't do anything else. Just suck. Suck".

    Kevin couldn't have done anything else if he had tried. His body was
too heavy. The slow in and out of daddys cock felt wonderful. So good. So
much flavour. Tasty. He suddenly wanted more as he sucked harder.

    "That's it. That's the way". Peter began to move his hips with more
rythm, more purpose. "Good, boy. You really want daddys cock, hunh?
Yeah. You need it, son. Just keep sucking. That's it. Suck daddys cock. You
suck me. Suck me. Sweet fucking mouth".

    Kevin rolled onto his side as he sucked harder. Man oh man, daddys cock
sure tasted good. He sucked. His tongue sliding up and down the underside
of the fat shaft. It moved faster. Deeper. He wanted more.

    Peter placed his hand on the back of his sons damp head as he began to
fuck. "Won't be long now, cocksucker. So close. Hold the jizz in your
mouth. We're gonna share it. Father and son. Swapping your cum then
snowballing mine. You just keep sucking and daddy'll get it for ya. Of,
fuck. Suck, baby".

    Kevin felt the familiar swell of the knob and knew. He slid his hand
between his dads legs, past the balls to his target. Using his index finger
he forced it into the hairy asshole.

    That was the trick. Peter moaned as he unloaded his man-juice into his
sons mouth. The cum shot out as though a long
string. Thick. Plentiful. Daddy spunk. For his boy. His young man. His
lover. His son.

    Kevin moved his mouth back holding onto the cream. On his knees with
arms about his dads neck and his dads arms about his torso the
kissed. Tongues lapping, swapping, sharing the juice as both swallowed
hungrily. Content. Loving. Loved. Cum-breath and starry-eyed.

    Kevin brought his hands down to knead his dads hairy butt. "I need your
ass, daddy. Wanna get fucked?"

    Peter kissed Kevin. "On my back?"

    "On your knees". Kevin felt something new inside of him as his father
got the lube. His father greased up Kevins cock. There was a surge of power
inside of him. "You wanna get fucked?"

    Peter looked into familiar eyes and saw something new. "Yes, I want to
get fucked".

   As his father moved into position Kevin knelt behind. Positioning his
cock at the hole he thrust in. Fully. No ceremony. No caution. One
thrust. One. And he was fully inside his daddys asshole.

    Peter smiled. The boy was discovering his manhood. "Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck
me, stud. Fuck me hard!"

    Kevin held the sides of the hairy butt as he fucked. It felt so intense
now. The asshole tight. The walls warmer, wetter. His balls churned as they
swung. His cock felt eight feet long. He was the man. He was a God. Fucking
a real mans ass. A handsome man. His dad. His own fucking father. Yes, a
God!

    Peter held up his body as his son slammed into him. He loved the feel
of a little four or five inch prick up his ass. So comfortable. So
perfect. "Yeah, stud, fuck me. Fuck me, hard. Use my ass!"

    "I'm using your ass. My ass. Mine!" He pumped harder than he had ever
done before. He wanted more of this. Much more. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" With
every stroke. In. "Fuck!" Out. "Fuck!" A God!

    "That's it, baby. Give it to daddy. Fill me with your cock. Fill me
with your prick. Your meat. Your cum! Fuck daddy!"

    Kevin felt it first in his knees of all places. His toes began to
wiggle. Then his temples throbbed. Hot. So hot. Breathing hurt. Then his
knob. Buried deep in his dad. At least eight feet in. Wet walls licking his
cockhead. Inside his dad. Balls imploded, tightened, ached.

    Peter felt the boy really piston. Then stop.

    Everything stopped.

    Time stopped.

    Then Peter felt the quick stings of boy cum hitting his walls. Filling
him. Shooting spurt after spurt. Kevin grunting. His cock motionless.
Peters ass waiting. He reached under and jacked his prick while the boy was
inside him. His son. His own sweet fucking son. His cock pulsed out its
streams across the bed as his sphincter milk the last of the boy cum.

    So sweet. Father and son. Squirters.


    The next morning on the lake Kevin made the first catch of the day.
Once released he began casting again. And again. The air was warming. The
scenery lush. And looking to either side he was alone with nature.
Serene. Content. Rod in hand. Nature around him. And his dad was where he
should be for this God. On his knees. Sucking the God.