Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2006 19:11:44 -0700
From: Wolf pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Daddy's Boy Campout (gay Incest, F/b)
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Daddy's Boy Campout
By
Wolf
The car pulled out of the driveway and headed for the
Interstate highway. It was late at night and the boy ridding in the
passenger seat. He was excited about going with his father for a
weekend together by themselves but even with all of the excitement
it was not long before the sound of the humming engine put him to
sleep. He was thinking about what the weekend it would like.
Danny had grown up as the apple of his father's eye. They
lived in a modest home near the cost. They were not a modest
family by any stretch of the imagination. About the only time a
bathroom door was closed was when someone complained about
the stench. As a result Danny grew up knowing about the physical
difference between men and women.
His mother was attractive enough by most standards. Her
hair was naturally a brown and she dyed it blonde. She sometimes
allowed the roots to show a little too much. Her breasts were large
and sagged a lot more than she wanted. Her hips were wide and her
lower belly sagged because a hysterectomy scar cut across her
tummy allowing it to look soft and lumpy. Her pubic hair was darker
than the roots on her head. Danny found the smell of her crotch
repulsive most of the time. Even after she bathed her wet hair
smelled rather fishy.
His dad on the other hand was very attractive. His name was
Malcolm, known as Mike to all of his friends. He had sandy blonde
hair. He was a carpenter by trade. Working outdoors in the sun
most of the time allowed him to work stripped to the waist most of
the time. He preferred to work in shorts too. His body was tanned
as soon as the weather was good enough to work without a shirt. He
was about five-foot ten. He was a slender man with strong arms,
shoulders and back. He kept his hair cropped short almost military
style and his eyes were a clear blue-gray. Danny had always been
impressed with the size of his father's cock. It had to be at least ten
inches long in its flaccid state dangling between his legs. Women
were always flirting with him but he seamed to not notice their
advances.
The reason they were headed out of town so late at night was
so they could avoid the traffic on their outing for Father's Day. The
two of them were going on a hike and weekend campout together. It
was a father son outing to get some quality time together. It was a
five hour drive to reach the base of the mountains they were going
to hike. They parked the truck in the dirt lot and got out their gear
and hiked to the ranger's shack to be in front of the line to get a tour
permit for a weekend in the high country.
Danny's pack was not as large as his father's but he did have
all of his personal gear and some of the food they were going to use
over the next couple of days. Because Danny was a city boy his legs
were not used to having to step up and lift his weight up a trail and
he had to work hard to keep up with his father. The trail made a lot
of switchbacks and every time the trail came back to a creek Danny
wanted to stop and get a drink of water. Slowly they got above the
tree line and the trail became hard packed dirt on a shale mountain
slope until they reached the crest of the saddle and crossed over
they were in a little bowl with a small lake.
Mike pushed on and they rounded a bend and started
climbing up another shale trail. Danny was beginning to think his
father was trying to kill him. As the sun was reaching its peak they
reached the top on the next saddle on the trail. From there it was a
majestic view. The lake below them was so clear you could see the
bottom and it looked like there was nothing growing in it.
They sat on some flat rocks and had lunch. Other people
climbed the trail behind them. They all greeted them as they either
passed on or stopped to eat lunch too. Pictures were taken. Then
they saddled up and headed down the trail. As the trail dropped
below the shale dam, water was flowing out of the rock face. The
water was so cold it felt like it was coming right out of a fridge. Both
Danny and Mike drank so much you would think their tummies
would pop. They were soon back into the pine trees and walking
around another lake. They passed a natural dam that allowed water
to flow down a canyon. They passed a rangers shack that was
hidden among the trees so that most people passed it and hardly
even noticed it was there.
Danny was hoping this was as far as they were going but his
father made a turn up a trail that led up and over another crest. It
was not as heavily used as the one they had been on all day. In fact
they never saw or met another person on the trail. When they
dropped down into the next valley they circled the lake and found a
nice little clearing among some the pine trees. They were far
enough from the trail that even if anyone were on the trail they
would hardly even be able to see anything but a speck even if they
were out in the open.
They set up camp before the sun started to set and Mike
produced a back pack stove and soon had water boiling. He assed a
package of dehydrated food to the water and stirred the mix until it
was smooth. He put a lid on the pot and started heating another pot
of water. By the time that pot was hot and he had added the mix of
sweet smelling power to it the first pot had cooled enough and he
poured equal bowls for him and Danny.
He turned the fire down to started more water after putting a
lid on the second pot. They sat on a log while they ate. The package
said a serving for four but the only people Mike knew that would
consider that four servings would be eighty pound anorexics. The
two of them finished the pot and there were dried fruits that they
soaked before eating them. They ate the pudding and licked the pot
clean. They washed the dishes and some of the water was used to
make a little coffee.
As the light faded they had made a small fire to sit around. It
was located in among some rocks and very sheltered. They talked
about what a great day. Mike checked out Danny's feet to make
sure they did not have any blisters. It was a warm night with just
enough breeze to keep ant mosquitoes down.
Mike stood up and said, "It is time we went native."
With that he stripped off his long sleeve shirt and kaki pants.
Then he took off his boots and socks. He put on light aqua socks. It
felt like he had just taken ten pounds off of his feet. Then he pulled
his underpants off and rubbed his crotch. He cock looked
magnificent by the fire light. The scrotum dangled between his legs
as he rubbed them. He folded a blanket and sat it on the log before
sitting down.
Danny saw the look his father gave him and stood up and
removed his clothes. For an eleven year old he had a good boy.
There were just a few sandy colored hairs above his three inch cock.
The cocks were both uncircumcised. He copied his father by
scratching his scrotum before sitting down next to his father on the
log.
Mike put his arm around the boy's shoulders and hugged
him. He told his son, "You can never tell anyone what I'm about to
tell you."
Danny agreed quickly.
Mike went on, "Besides my being a nudist I have a special
desire for a kind of sex that society objects too." He paused before
saying any more. He wanted to see the reaction on Danny's face.
He almost whispered "I am attracted to young boys like you sexually.
I have been waiting for you to grow up enough to understand how I
feel about you."
Danny knew enough about sex to have an idea about what
hid father was talking about. He remembered all of the times his
father had tickled him until her almost pissed his pants. He also
began to understand why seeing his father naked pleased him more
than seeing his mother naked.
Mike told him about how his father had taken him on a
camping tip and taught him all about sex between a man and a boy.
By the time he finished his story the fire was almost out and it was
getting cooler. Mike suggested they go to bed now.
They entered the tent. Danny went in first. Mike was right
behind him. Mike had unrolled only one sleeping bag. He had
brought only one anyway.
They were already naked so Mike lay down so that his head
was at the opening of the tent and had Danny lay down next to him.
He asked Danny if he wanted to find out what it was like to have sex
with a man. Danny cuddled up close to him and even went so far as
to kiss his father on the cheek. His face was covered with a days
worth of growth and it scratched Danny's tender cheek. His father
had hid right hand resting on Danny's chest. Danny's answer was to
kiss him on the mouth and place his hand on the shaft of his
father's cock. He felt the blood filling it and making it hard. It did
not get any longer but it did get fatter.
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