Date: Sat, 8 Apr 2017 18:45:37 -0700
From: Daddyrob2@hushmail.com
Subject: Keith Keeps His Shoes On

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This is a tale of father son incest. Proceed if you must. Once more into
the breach...



 Keith Keeps His Shoes On

In a forest of trees and privacy save for wildlife Kenny and his son,
Keith, set up camp. Kenny noted with amusement that his dark haired boy was
of an age where nature still held a fascination. His eyes grew wide as he
turned over a rock to see what wonders lived there. Delicate fingers would
turn over a fallen leaf just to study the intricate veins or marvel at the
symmetry of a pine cone. The echoes of "dad, look at this" were
constant. The thirty-five year old who had grown blase with his own life
soon became engrossed in his sons every discovery. Nature surrounded the
pair as they discovered together its very magic.
     "You know something?"
     Keith looked over from where he was crouched watching a line of ants
on parade. "What, daddy?"
     "I think you should really get back with nature." Meaty fingers
beckoned.
     Happily the lad approached. "What do you mean?"
     "All of this is the epitome of freedom. You should be a part of
it. Really experience it." Ken crouched before his son. "So let's start
with these." Fingers fumbled the button that held the boys shorts closed.
     Keith watched. "Do you want me to change?"
     "Nope." The fly was lowered. It took little more than a tug to slide
the shorts down. The lad stepped out of the leg holes before Ken plopped
them on a broad shoulder. "These, too." The cotton briefs stamped with
cartoon characters were slid down next.
     Keith watched his underwear join his briefs on daddys shoulder. Then
his shirt came up. His arms went skyward as the material was also pulled
free. "Should I get my bathing suit?"
     Ken shook his head. Patting the lads slim thigh he said, "No. You get
to be bare-assed. Experience nature like Adam. Run free."
     The lads eyes widened. "But someone will see." His voice took on a
whisper.
     "There's only us and I've seen your dink plenty of times. And if
anyone comes along, well, you're allowed to be the jungle boy. You should
live like you're a part of nature not just an observer."
     Keith thought this over and with every new permutation he warmed more
and more. "Can I keep my runners on?"
     "I guess. Might be a good idea at that." They shared a conspiratorial
grin. "So have fun." Ken let the paw that was resting on the tanned thigh
slide over and up giving the perky butt cheeks a tender squeeze. He
extended his other arm creating a focus for his sons attention. "You've got
all there to explore from that pile of rocks all the way to the tree
stump." The boys white butt cheeks were firm but pliant. "Don't go further
into the woods where I can't see you." His paw moved around to rub the
smooth taut belly. "Remember, if you can't see me, I can't see you." Beefy
fingers slid down gliding over the cute circumsized cocklette. The fingers
gave the tight balls a rub. "Be cautious. Go explore."
     "Yippee!" The lad squealed in delight as he hopped to explore.
     Ken stood watching the little ass wiggle away. Lifting the briefs to
his nose he inhaled deeply. This was proving much easier than he
thought. In two minutes he not only had his kid naked but he'd manage to
cop a feel of his butt and his dink. Hell, he even got to rub his little
bag. The next few steps must be handled so as to arouse curiosity without
fear. It would have to be his sons idea and not his.


Lunch was called. As the lad came running Kenny noted that the wee bag was
loose. The cocklette and bag swung freely with every bounding step. Keith
gratefully munched his hot dog as he squatted on the blanket.
     "You've really worked up an appetite." Sitting opposite his son gave
the bear a clear view of the glory of naked boy. "Slow down or you'll get a
tummy ache."
     "But it's good", Keith mumbled between chews. "Can we go swimming
after?"
     "After an hour." He looked wistfully over his sons head. The lake
sparkled in the August sun. A sailboat floated along the blue
diamonds. "Sometimes I wish I was your age again..."
     Keith gulped his soft drink. "Why? I want to be grown-up. All that
money and no more school." His face wrinkled.
     "It's not unlimited cash, you know. Besides, you have a freedom I no
longer get to experience." Fingers twisted off a piece of hot dog bun
tossing it to the boys exposed crotch.
     Keith retrieved the wad popping it into his mouth. "Try
school. There's no freedom there. You get told what to do all day long." He
grimaced.
     "Well, you definitely have freedom here!" Ken chuckled. "As bare as a
nymph..." His laughter became a sigh. "Ah, well", he said with resignation.
     Keith saw a loneliness in his father he had never noticed before. "Do
we have cookies?"
     "Chocolate chip."
     The boy left his paper plate to retrieve the bag from one of the
styrofoam tubs. He vowed to himself to make daddy feel better. Maybe daddy
would like to see the thick spider web he had found by the pile of rocks
near the elm. That would cheer him up. He even brought back a couple of
cookies for him.
     "So what's next on the agenda, pardner?" The cookie was a thoughtful
gesture which he was pleased to accept. "We can't swim for an hour."
      "I have a surprise to show you."
      Kenny admitted the web was impressive. They watched the spider slowly
embalm an unfortunate moth. Ken found the methodical work rather
ghoulish. His son, on the other hand, was enraptured by the brutality of
nature.
     Ken laughed. "I don't envy you this fascination."
     "Don't you think it's cool?"
     "Gruesomely so. I'll take civilization."
     Keith grinned. "But it's how nature is."
     Ken looked at his son. "That was a deep thought."
     "Daddy, you could be a boy again if you wanted to." The expression was
so intensely focused.
     "Like Peter Pan?"
     "Like me." The grave countenance gave way to a conspiratorial
grin. With boldness of heart he suggested, "You could keep your shoes on."
      Kenny feigned ignorance. "I have my shoes on."
     "Yeah and everything else." There was no stopping him now as every
word poured forth in haste. "You don't need to keep your clothes on. You
could be bare. Like me. We could be jungle boys together. Live in
trees. Have only apes as friends. Swing from vines like Tarzan only
bare. You could be a boy again. I know it! We could run through the
forest. Play tag and hide-and-seek. You could be a boy all over again. With
me." Keith paused waiting for the boom to fall.
     Kenny looked at his son for a pregnant minute or two. Cocking his head
to one side he asked shyly, "With you?" He straightened up. "And me?"
     The boom never happened. "It'll be fun!" Keith giggled with
enthusiasm.
     Kenny sighed. He shook his head causing the boys glee to drop. "I
guess we could do that."
     The boy yelped as he hugged the brawny neck in a leap. "It'll be fun!"
His glowing face stared into his dad's. "I promise. Ten fingers!"
      Kenny laughed as they rose to their feet. "You don't have to
pray. I'll get bare-assed. But I would only ever do this for you." Hand in
hand they marched towards the camp.


Keith spent his occupied time tidying up the lunch. But his heart thumped
at the thought that daddy was going to be bare. He had often pondered what
filled out the bulge of his briefs. Now he would know. Glancing over he saw
the shirt being unbuttoned...
     Kenny was aware of the prying eyes. All boys have a curiosity what
they may look like as men. Sometimes it could be confusing. There were so
many different body types. A boys own father was a more likely scenario of
what the future would hold. The furry bare chest the lad had seen
before. Hair covered the pecs then formed a river that ran to the
navel. Ken knew it was the stream that ran down from there that held the
wonder for his son. All sons. About their dads.
     Keith blushed when the shorts came off. The bulge of the briefs was
about to be revealed. He inhaled. Beefy thumbs hooked into the
waistband. At last...
     In a swoop Ken pulled the briefs off. Wadding up the cotton he tossed
them into the tent. He paused. Then slowly, with deliberate gravity, he
walked towards the unabashed stare.
     Keith stared in awe. The bush was dense with gently curling dark brown
hairs. The cock was long, thick, sporting a dark pink silky knob. It swung
heavily with each step supported by balls that seemed enormous compared to
his own. He stared with undisguised pride. This was his daddy.
      "Well?" Ken grinned. "I see a jungle boy that needs a tickle fight."
      With a high-pitched squeal Keith took off running. He heard the beat
of shoes closing in behind him which made his weaving escape all the more
imperative. Through bramble and wipped by leafy branches he giggled through
the chase. The tickle bear growled behind him. Each leap, every dodge was
another step closer to freedom. Then he felt the paw attack a
shoulder. Then the other shoulder was assaulted. Pulled backwards he
suddenly found his body aloft. An arm secured his chest, a paw held his
thigh, a toss upward and for a brief moment jungle boy became superman in
flight. Then down, spun around, once more flying. Caught in safe arms his
body was tossed over the shoulder. An arm held him teetering as the other
paw swatted his butt. His feet kicked back as the bear growled and his butt
was meted slight tings of paddling.
     Carrying his captive back to camp he swatted the butt every few
seconds. "My captive!" Another swat. "You belong to ape now!" Ken's speech
was Hollywood jungle speak - halted, grunting. The boy protested in mock
indignation. "Ape keep jungle boy prisoner. No escape. Ape cook you in big
pot. Eat jungle boy for dinner."
     "No you won't!"
     "Ape eat good." Another swat. "Make jungle boy butt tender for pot."
     "I'll escape."
     "No escape. Jungle boy make good meal. Ape eat him up yum!" The camp
was approached.
      "No you won't!"
      "Ape do." Kneeling on the blanket he rolled the boy off his
shoulder. "First ape make boy tender." The boy brought arms and legs up to
fend off the attack. "With ape tickle!"
      The kid squealed as fingers attacked with rapid waves. All over with
speed he was assaulted from all sides. His body writhed in giggling glee as
he was pokingly tickled in a frenzy. He angled for escape but paws rolled
him back into place. Wrapping his arms about the strong neck he maneuvered
his body over the broad back. As his father landed they wrestled about each
other.
     Ken's fingers slid about the wrestling boy. Fingers and palms slid
over torso and back. There were rubs across the ass cheeks carressing the
smooth mounds occasionally dipping into the alluring crevice. If the boy
rolled then paws felt chest, stomach and groped the tender sex. Even at
this angle it was easy to dip below the ballys into the crevice rubbing a
finger on the hole. With every lewd feel there were always more tickles.
     Keith began to feel new kinds of tingles. This was more fun than at
home wrestling in the living room. If this is how naked boys wrestled then
he was going to play. In their tumbling Keith grabbed his daddy's cock
giving it a yank.
     Ken growled. "Think you're clever?" Getting the boy on his back he
lifted the legs giving the bum a light paddling.
     Keith giggled outrageously. The paddling stopped allowing him to lower
his legs. His daddy lay down beside him on his stomach with an arm across
his smooth chest. They both laughed in spent exhaustion. "Who won?"
     Ken snorted, "The jungle boys."


Even with the fire they had used for cooking the night air proved cool
enough that the blanket became a shared shawl. Marshmallows had been
roasted for desert. Now, father and son poked at the slowly diminishing
log. Ken held his son close with an arm about the slim shoulders. Keith had
a hand on his father's thigh slowly running his fingers through the golden
hairs.
     "The fire is pretty." Keith was rewarded with a kiss on his head. He
dropped his stick into the flames. Eyes glanced between his father's
legs. Having touched the cock before he wanted to do it again but didn't
dare. It was one thing to do it when they wrestled but not just like
this. Pressing his cheek to the chest with both hands on the thigh he gave
a soft sigh.
     "Tired?" Ken mistook it for a yawn.
     "A little, I guess." The hands slid along the thigh creeping closer to
the hip. Another sigh escaped him.
     Ken was silent until another sigh. Then he placed a paw on his sons
head. As his fingers combed through the tresses he applied a little
pressure allowing the boys cheek to slide from chest to stomach. There he
continued to massage the scalp. He spread his legs a little more. "Should
we hit the hay?" He took the lads fingers in his paws bringing them over to
his other thigh. There he toyed with the digits. "Do you want to go to
sleep?"
     Keith stared at the soft bush and the arch of the slumbering cock. He
let his face slide further down. Then the arm that was about his shoulder
slid down. The beefy fingers slid over taking hold of his knob. He gasped
but it was more from finding out that his cocklette was hard than in
surprise. The fondling fingers felt wonderful. The other paw slid over the
back of his hand. Lifting it up his hand was lowered to the warm log. As
his fingers slid down the curve straightened out. The soft became harder as
the meat began to rise. The cock bounced up to full glory resting against
his face. Fingers trailed down the belly to fondle the balls as daddy
played with his.
     Ken slowly wrapped his fist around his hard-on. Gently he bounced the
knob against his sons nose moving slowly towards the lips. His other
fingers toyed with tenderness the youngsters sex. Once the knob was against
the boys mouth he held the rod still. The exhale from the nostrils created
a warm dreamlike breeze. With a warm deep voice he softly whispered, "I
want to make love to you. I want to hold you. And kiss you. I want to taste
every part of you. To possess you. And fill you. Fill you with my love. My
seed. My cock. Make love to daddy. Open your mouth."
     Keiths lips parted. The knob pressed in. His tongue felt the silken
heat. As though in a trance he let the cockhead enter. He felt the plum
fill his mouth. His tongue explored the curves and slopes. Slowly with
reverence he began to suckle his father's cock.
     Ken sighed. The boys talent was exquisite. With a few more lessons his
son was going to be a first-class man sucker. "That's the way, son. Take
your time. Enjoy daddy's cock. You suck it just the way you like. You make
daddy feel so so good, baby."
     Keiths head barely moved as he suckled. He enjoyed the smooth
knob. The taste got stronger as he sucked. There was a musky tang that
settled in the back of his throat. With daddy feeling his pee-pee and
ballys and massaging his head his suckling mouth was soothed by the
oversized pacifier. He even thought he could sleep like this.
     The bear lifted his cubs head to quickly replace his knob with his
tongue. As he kissed his son deeply the boy was lifted to the blanket that
he had swung free to land on the grass. The boy looked at him with a
non-expression but his eyes were heavy hooded. Ken licked one pale pap then
the other. The man was ravenous for boy cock. There was no time to linger
on preliminaries. He sucked in the wee cocklette. The knob rubbed the roof
of his mouth as he gobbled the balls inside. As he nursed on the young sex
his tongue explored every shape and nuance of cocklette and boy bag. Like
every father before him there was no greater joy than the cock of a boy.
     Keith stared at his hero. His entire body tingled to the sensations
emanating from his crotch. The sucking, the teasing was magic come to
life. The wonder of the mouth went further, explored more. The tongue
lapped at his ballys as the cocklette was released. Then his butt was
lifted as the tongue slid to his tight little asshole.
     Kenny twirled the tongue tip about the closed slit. A sweet tang
caused him to twirl harder. As he face moved in allowing the mouth to
encase the butt hole his tongue began to lick. Spit sopped the entrance. As
the flat of his tongue massaged the wetness the tight little asshole
transformed into the relaxation that made it a boy pussy. With every lap
the hole responded. Every lick loosened the entrance. Every dribble greased
the gates. The boy opened like a flower. The tip of his tongue tickling the
walls to relax. To recede. To receive. When he tasted the inner juice he
knew.
     Keith opened his eyes to see daddy's face closing in to his own. His
arms reached up as lips met lips, tongue joined tongue.
     Kenny felt his drooling knob smearing the precum all over it. Then he
pressed at the boy cunt. With arms about his neck, with a boys tongue
flopping about his own, with his knob poised he tensed.
     Pop.
     His knob was in. The walls choked the neck. The body squirmed but he
held fast. The boy pushed against his shoulders. The protest was muffled in
the throat as he forced the kiss to hold. The struggle eased away. The
tongues continued their battle. And the choke hold was no longer so tight.
     The sudden invasion had stunned him. Keith felt more shock than
pain. But even though he had tried to push daddy off now it felt sort of
okay. It was big inside but the rocking kind of felt good. Nice,
actually. Soothing.
     Keith moved his hips in gentle rotation. The real fucking would take
patience and time. But his knob secure in his son was enough for now. He
simulated fucking so his son would know it again tomorrow but without any
thrust. He rocked. Then he began to moan into the boys mouth. His balls
tightened. His cock became steel. He was there. Too soon, too soon. But oh
the bliss.
     Keith took daddy's vibrations. It almost tickled his throat. Then
daddy's nostrils blasted air with repetitive force. And then he felt shots
of hot lava fire up his insides. Daddy groaned with every blast. The heat
was shocking. What was it? Daddy groaned.
     Ken kept his knob in the hole as he lifted his face up. "Okay?"
     "Okay. You okay?"
     Kenny grinned at the boys confusion. "You're fine. And, me? I'm
definitely fine."


Keith lay down next to daddy as they faced each other. "Night, daddy."
     "Night, son." He patted the imps head as he rolled to his back. The
lads cheek felt nice and warm against him. Fingers combed his sons
hair. This was pure heaven.
     Keith closed his eyes. The rythm of daddy's breathing and the stroking
paw was soothing. He exhaled through his nostrils. This would be the best
sleep ever. You know, cockhead is really the most soothing pacifier of all.



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