Date: Thu, 04 Dec 2008 16:32:08 -0500
From: Wolf <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Elias and his Father (gay/incest, b/M...)

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                Llias and his Father
                        By
                       Wolf

	When my Dad announced that I could go along
with his to visit his brother in South Dakota I was
thrilled, because it would be a big adventure for me.
It would mean we would get to camp out along the way
as we drove from Los Angeles to Rapid City, South
Dakota.  I was 11-years old and had never camped out
before.

	The plan was to take the Ford F-150 with a
camper shell on it, and we would set up a tent and
sleep in sleeping bags, rather than stay in motels.  We
left home in evening to avoid the summer heat
heading east on the 10 highway to the 15 highway.  I
slept most of the way.  We turned east when we
reached highway 40 at Barstow.  We stopped at
Needles for gas and we stopped at a Mc Donald's for
egg Ms Muffins, sausage, hash brown, coffee and
milk.  When we crossed the Colorado River Dad pulled
off of the highway far enough so that we could not
hear the traffic and set to camp.  He just wanted to
sleep a few hours.

	When we found a likely place to set up the tent
we found out Dad had forgotten the sleeping bags.
At least there were a couple of blankets in the truck.
We use a couple of stuff bags with clothes in them as
pillows.  When the sun came up the tent got too hot
to sleep so we packed up and continued heading east.

	While on the road my father went a little
natural.  He didn't want to shave in cold water so he
let his beard go.  A lot of the time he didn't shower
and relied on "Right Guard" (or as I called it Rat
Guard) in the place of showering.  Dad was 45-years
old, about five-feet nine and average built.  His brown
hair was receding pretty fast.  I don't remember ever
having seen him with a full head of hair.

	A lot of people may appreciate the wilderness
of Arizona but it was boring to me.  We were in no
hurry.  We would stop and see the sights and check
out the roadside shops when we would come to them.
I was not interested in Indian jewelry, western hats
or two headed farm animals.

	We had to stop at the Grand Canyon south rim
and check out view.  We spent the day sight seeing.
In the afternoon we headed east along the south rim
to an Indian Reservation and had a cold dinner before
setting up camp.  I was tired from sitting in that
warm moving truck and was ready to bed down.

	We took off our clothes except for our
underwear.  I kept my jockey shorts on and Dad had
his boxer shorts on.  I curled up on my left side and
drifted off to sleep.  Dad had cuddled up against my
back.  Sometime during the night I woke up.
Something was rubbing my asshole.  Eventually I
realized my underwear was pulled down in back.  My
dad was rubbing my asshole with his finger.

	I asked, "What's going on?"

	Dad was moving his finger up and down my
crack, "Be quit and everything will be all right."

	Then he moved his hand around my body and
stuck that finger in my mouth.  He pushed it in and
out until he was satisfied that it was coated with my
spit, before he went back to rubbing my asshole.
This time he shoved his finger into my asshole.  It
hurt like hell.  He started finger fucking me slowly.
While he was doing that he whispered in my ear,
"God-damn your ass is tight.  I want to fuck your ass,
will you lit me fuck you?"

	I was frightened and didn't know for sure what
he was talking about but I had an idea.  I said, "Sure."

	I was only four-foot four back then, and no
more that 120 pounds.  There was not much I would
do to prevent him from doing what ever he wanted.

	Dad started kissing the back of my neck, and
when I turned my head he kissed my mouth.  While he
was doing that, he started finger fucking my ass
faster and added a second finger.

	I pleaded, "You're hurting me!"

	Dad said, "You need to relax!  I need to get you
ready for my dick."

	There was no further need to complain, he was
not going to stop, so I just had to endure what ever
he was going to do.  He told me, "Get on your knees
and stick you ass up in the air."

	When I complied with his command he got
behind me and started licking my asshole.  I could not
believe my father was actually doing something so
nasty.  He was still sticking fingers in my asshole and
it felt very good to me.  He played with my asshole a
little longer before he told me, "Turn over and lay on
your back."

	When I lay on my back, he turned his body
around and squatted over my head.  Even with the
small amount of light in the tent I could see his ass.
My father has a smooth ass, and his dick is about
seven inches long and un-cut.  He has thick balls, and
the sack is very hairy.  There are even dark hairs
around his asshole.  I could smell his asshole as he
lowered his butt down to my face.  He demanded that
I lick his asshole.

	There was nothing I could do to stop him from
sitting on my face.  His ass crack was sweaty and
hairy.  I thought I would hate the taste of his
asshole but found that I actually like the taste.
While I was licking his asshole he started grinding his
butt around for awhile.  He told me to lick his balls at
the same time he was rubbing them on my face.  It
was strange licking his hairy balls.  I sucked on each
nut in turn, until he was satisfied.  I had never sucked
a cock before, but he wanted me to get his cock wet.
While I was sucking on the head of his dick, he rolled
my body up, and bent over to lick my asshole too, and
to make sure it was wet he left plenty of spit all over
my asshole.

	He turned around again, and straddled my hips,
and guided his cock against my asshole.  I watched it
spread my asshole, it hurt worse than when he had
put his fingers in my ass.  He was fucking me in the
missionary position just like I was a girl.  Dad was
kissing me like I was a girl too.  He was being very
gentle with me, but as he got closer to coming he got
rougher and faster.  When he squirted cum in my ass,
and pulled that thick monster out of me, I reached
for my ass and felt just how big my asshole opening
was.  There was warm cum dripping down my back to
the blanket.  Dad took hold of my little dick, and
jacked me off, until I squirted a little clear cum on
my belly.  We settled down and my father cuddled up
behind me again, but this time he was holding onto my
dick.

	In the morning we packed up and headed for
Flagstaff to find a place to eat.  I would have never
expected it to be raining in Arizona during the
summer, but it was.  We stopped at the Meteor
Crater and Painted Desert on the way.  Every night
when we camped he fucked my ass again, and we
sucked each other's cock.  When we reached
Albuquerque, New Mexico we turned north on highway
25.  When we passed Santa Fe the traffic thinned
out, so Dad would push his bucket seat back and pull
his cock out of his pants, and tell me to suck his cock.
It was a little uncomfortable lying across the consol,
and the damned steering wheel would hit the back of
my head, but I would suck him until he would cum in
my mouth.  He would also tell me to lick his pits too.
He would raise a sweaty arm and I would lick his
smelly armpits.  That got me into man smells that I
still enjoy.

	It was early morning when we crossed over the
Raton Pass into Colorado.  We stopped to watch a
couple of Golden Eagles, ridding the morning up
drafts, looking for food for their chicks.  The drive
to Denver was hard to say much about the
surroundings because I was busy sucking his cock
most of the time.  I was becoming a pretty good
cocksucker.  There were times that he would get
horny, and would pull off the highway and fuck my ass
when ever he felt like it.  We were doing it in the
back of the truck, in the tent, and sometimes out in
the open.  He was fucking me three and four times a
day.  We only stopped in Cheyenne Wyoming long
enough for gas.  As we kept going he stopped wearing
deodorant and was having me smell his pits while dry
humping me.  Whenever he was too tired to fuck me,
he would enjoy finger fucking my asshole.  He would
even reach over and jack me off while we were
driving, or he would watch me jacking off.

	One night he asked me to give him a foot-job.
He had to tell me what to do.  What he wanted was
for me to stick my foot between the cheeks of his
ass, and force as many of my toes as I could into his
asshole.  We were doing that a lot, after that.
Eventually, we reached highway 90 and headed
towards Rapid City.  We had to pass through Sturgis.

	It was bike week and there must have been
50,000 Harley Davidson's all over that small town.  I
had never seen so many tattooed people and so many
naked tits.  There were women walking around town
with biker chaps on, and nothing else under them.
Their pussies and butt's were hanging out for
everyone to see.  We didn't stop until we were far
enough away to feel safe.  When we finally got to my
uncles place we had a great reunion.

	My father let my uncle watch me jack off and
even allowed my uncle to watch him fuck my ass.  Dad
told him that he could fuck me too, but my uncle
begged off, because he didn't want to cheat on his
wife while she was in the house.  (Who would guess he
had a moral code.)  Before we left for home he did
let me suck his dick for him.  It was not easy because
his cock was even thicker than my dad's.  It was all I
could do to get the head of his dick in my mouth.  I
eventually just jacked him off.

	On the return trip home we headed west
through Wyoming.  From Casper we headed for
Rawlins where we picked up highway 80 to Salt Lake
City, and then south on highway 15.  Dad had not
bathed after leaving his brother's house, and was
getting raunchy smelling.  I loved the smell when we
would bed down for the night.  He would sit on my
face, and make me lick his asshole until it was clean.
I don't even know how many time he fucked me during
that trip.

	We did stop in St. George to eat and met a lone
biker on his way home, from Sturgis.  Dad took a
liking to him and allowed him to follow us to the north
rim of the Grand Canyon.  There is not as much of a
tourist development there, but when we settled down
that night the bike shared our tent.  I sucked both
cocks and got fucked in the ass by both of them
before we settled down to rest.  The biker smelled of
cigarettes, and the leather's he had been wearing for
more than a week.

	When we got to Las Vegas we visited the
casinos, after Dad cleaned up.  I was too young to
gamble or see the strip shows, so I actually thought
the place was a waste of electricity.  When we got
back to California we stopped at Calico Ghost Town.

	Because of the heat there were not a lot of
visitors.  We had a good time checking out the town,
and the old gold mines.  It was so hot at night that we
just slept under the stars.  It was very exciting to
lay under the stars naked and cuddled up in my
father's arm, while jacking him off.  I enjoyed peeling
back his foreskin, and licking his knob.  It mattered
not if he came in my mouth or my ass, by that time.  I
was a confirmed man lover.

	When we got home I was ready to seek out
other men to have sex with.  My father also saw to it
that he shared me with his closest friends.



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