Date: Sat, 1 Apr 2017 20:14:25 -0700
From: daddyrob2@gmail.com
Subject: Snake Bite Cure

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This is a tale of father-son incest. Proceed into the mist with caution.


This is the final chapter of the Snake Bite trilogy. You may want to read
Snake Bite and Snake Bite Found before...


Snake Bite Cure

Sometimes silence has an echo. It roars through the ears like thunder in a
conch shell. It swirls waiting to be stilled by a single word - any
word. Even the pounding of a guilty heart cannot quell the sound. The echo
of silence is often filled with the caught - caught scream of entrapment of
one's own design.
     Paul struggled to maintain eye contact with the bodybuilder cop now
seated opposite him in his den. The Tempest of consequence had fallen upon
him. There was no longer a safe corner for denial. He cursed the cool
bullying stare of the uniformed officer. Paul refused to clear his throat
or even swallow though his mouth was desert. Barely inhaling he
spoke. "What happens now?"
     Marc gazed his eyes downward then back to the too-white bear before
him without moving any other muscle. "Indeed."
     Paul saw the corners of the handsome clean-shaven face turn up. Was it
cruelty?
     "My son could use a friend."
     Paul blinked at the cop. "Hunh?"


Back where it all began Paul stood before the tent. Glancing over he
watched Marc pulling up the top of his own as Wayne struggled to manoeuvre
the center pole into place from inside the canvas. Looking down to the
giggles rolling from his son he said, "Instead of laughing go help." As he
watched Robbie hurry to assist his new friend he exchanged a nod with
Marc. This entire situation felt bizarre. Marc had proposed the boys be
introduced so they would have someone to talk with. To become friends based
on their shared interest. Paul was less certain. There had to be more to
true friends than just a shared secret. Marc, however, was insistent and
Paul had no choice but to acquiesce. After all, Marc had a copy of the
secret.
     "Come on, you two. Use a bit of elbow grease", Marc admonished. His
grip was beginning to annoy his fingers.
     The boys giggled as they struggled.
     Time for the bear to come to the rescue. Once inside Paul pushed the
pole up hard then set the bottom into the slot on the canvas floor. All
three emerged as the boys laughed about their lack of skill.
     "Dad, me and Robbie are gonna go swimming, okay?"
     "Knock yourselves out", Marc nodded. His son gave him a sweet
lingering kiss in gratitude. "Just watch out for each other." He winked at
the bear as the kids scampered off.
     The two men emptied the truck of provisions depositing them in the
appropriate tent. Each man set up his place. It was while Paul was doing
the final touch ups that Marc poked his head in. His expression was a
mixture of annoyance and confusion.
     "Well...?"
     Marc looked at the two separate sleeping bags. "How are you gonna
fuck? Zip them together." He grinned as Paul blushed. "Let's be real."
Without further ado Marc crawled in and completed the deal. "Better."
     Paul laughed nervously. "This feels a bit strange."
     "What does? We're just two couples sharing a romantic weekend with our
significant others. Nothing strange in that." As were the boys, both men
were t-shirt and speedo clad. "Fuck, this tent is hot. Let's grab a beer
while we set up the cooking pit."


Wayne stripped off his tee before running into the bracing lake. Robbie
followed with the same youthful enthusiasm. The cold water prohibited
anything longer than a brief frolic. The boys were quickly back on the
shore. It was Wayne who decided they should head up to the boulder. The
stone provided a playground of sorts as they climbed about its flattened
top. They stood rather triumphantly surveying the surrounding woods.
     "Your dad's built like a gladiator", Robbie stated with admiration.
     "He goes to the gym everyday." Wayne spoke matter-of-fact but there
was pride also. He grinned at his cohort. "But your dad's pretty
hairy. Must be nice to curl up in all that fur. His balls look like they'd
be fun to lick."
     Robbie cocked his head to one side. "How would you know?"
     Wayne explained how he found the cell phone and he and his dad had
looked at the selfies of the two of them making out as well as the unknown
father and son. He was glad his new friend grinned sheepishly as Wayne
recounted how much he envied Robbie's​ good fortune.
     "Does your dad shave all over?"
     Wayne shook his head. "Nah. Just his armpits and balls. He just never
grew hair anywhere else. It happens with some dad's." He looked at his
friend squarely. "What does it taste like?"
     Robbie sat as did his companion. They huddled in conspiracy. "It
doesn't taste like anything. At least I don't think so. But it does kinda
feel nice on the tongue. Though they do fall off in my mouth. Sometimes I
have to stop just to pull a hair out. It happens everytime."
      Wayne giggled with his friend. "Sometimes a pube is in daddy's
foreskin and when I stick my tongue in... Oops, there's a hair!" They
laughed.
     Robbie leaned closer. "What's foreskin?"
     "The extra skin on your... Oh, you must be one of the cut guys."
Without any hesitation Wayne shimmied his speeds to mid-thigh. "This is
foreskin." Thumb and forefinger yanked at the teardrop of flesh. "It's how
all guys look when they're born. I got to keep mine. Show me yours."
      Robbie pulled his speedos down. Fingers pulled at the surrounding
flesh by the base of his sex. "See? It's just regular, I guess." He looked
at his friends hooded toy. "I think yours is really neat."
     "It's just the way I am", he shrugged. "You can feel it if you want."
     Delighted, Robbie felt the teardrop. "Does it make your knob feel
funny?"
     "Nah. It doesn't feel like anything. Dad says it protects the tip to
keep it sensitive. If you pull it down the head pops out."
     Eagerly Robbie manipulated the small pricklette with both sets of
fingers. He cooed when the tiny pink knob appeared. "Wow, that's so cool!"
Hard now it was easier to make the knob disappear then be revealed
again. "You can touch mine if you want to."
     Wayne accepted the offer. "I think you're bigger than me." Both sets
of eyes calculated as they moved from dick to fuck. "Yeah, you are."
     "It's probably cuz I'm older. A lot changes in six months you know",
he said with the sure wisdom of youth. "When I was your age I hadn't even
ever seen my dad's cock."
     "Really?" Wayne was awestruck. "I've been with my dad since I was born
practically. I've been sucking cock all my life."
     "That's so neat. Do you just suck your dad's?"
     "So far." They looked at each and broke into girlish giggles.
     The call of their names made them rush into their speedos. At least
lunch was ready. They walked back to camp hand in hand.


That night it was marshmallows on sticks as the small fire warmed them. Son
huddled into father as stars filled the canopy. Crickets sang to the lovers
their own romantic tunes. Fathers unabashedly kissed sons as they shared in
the gooey burnt offerings. Marc ever the bold one let his paws soothe his
sons body as the boy sat between his legs. Never lascivious his wandering
fingers told of the intimate love he shared with his son. Occasionally
Wayne would reward him with a kiss or a swipe of his lips with a feathery
tongue. Paul emboldened by their freedom fondled his son without ever
letting his paws travel south of Robbie's waist. But the couple's were
content in their expressions of incestuous love.
     Later each tent emitted the music of physical love. The sounds of
sucking, the groans of fucking, and the free roar of ecstacy were shared
with the crickets chorus. Father and son sharing cock, ass and cum. Boy
servicing man; man devouring boy. The pure ultimate bliss only to be found
in incest.


Early the next afternoon Marc announced that he would get more
firewood. Asking for Robbie's help the two walked off. Marc held a small ax
in one hand and a boys fingers in the other.
     Paul and Wayne prepared a marinade for that evenings steaks. The
steaks in a bin were doused with herbs and sauces. Paul found his opening
when Wayne gave a compliment on his hairy chest.
     "A little birdy told me you've got kind of a thing for hair." He saw
the boy blush wide-eyed. "I know my lover enjoys it. Robbie can spend hours
running his fingers through my fur." As illustration Paul provocatively let
his digits mow his chest. "Do you want to give it a shot?"
    Wayne stared eye level at the swirls of dark slightly coiled
hairs. Tentatively he brought his fingers to feel the edges with his
tips. He grinned.
    "So what do you think?"
    "It's nice", he burbled the words. With more boldness he began to let
his fingers press the chest as the hairs traced through his wandering
fingers. The silkiness was perfectly offset by the warm flesh. He never
imagined he would ever get this opportunity. He let his hands even explore
the fur that covered the slight tummy. Fingers searched as he watched his
handiwork.
     Paul smiled benevolently. "Pretty cool, hunh?"
     "I'll say." Wayne enjoyed his fingers hike. "My daddy is smooth all
over. This is kinda neat. He shaves his armpits and..." His host suddenly
lifted an arm revealing the diamond shaped island of dense
blackness. Immediately a young hand reached up to rummage through. The
moistness seemed to add to the allure. Gratefully he accepted the man's
twisting of his body lowering the armpit. With a boys natural instincts he
brought his face close. The musky scent made his senses swoon.
     "You can get as close as you want", Paul encouraged. "Maybe you'd like
to taste my pit."
     Wayne felt the light brush of tickling hairs upon his nose and
chin. With a hand on either side his face nuzzled the dampness inhaling
deeply. The experience was heady. His tongue licked upwards feeling the fur
slide over the flat of his tongue. On the way down it swirled over the
underside before he licked back up. The mixture of hair with the tang of
man sweat had him close his eyes. His senses discerned the new sensory
trip. The paw on the back of his head let him graze the field to his
contentment.
     Paul watched the lad pull away. As those big eyes opened they shared a
look of intimate understanding. "Your dad shaves his pits?"
    "Yeah." Wayne sighed boyishly. He watched the pit disappear as the arm
came down. Now he had a paw on each of his shoulders. The lad saw a look he
knew only too well. It made his heart race.
     "What else does he shave?"
     Wayne swallowed hard as his temples throbbed. "He shaves his balls."
     Paul's look deepened. "I don't."


Marc decided on a fallen branch. As Robbie collected twigs for kindling he
hewed the wood. Shortly they had enough gathered on the ground for that
evenings meal. The lad stooped but was stayed by a large paw. "Not so fast,
partner. Let's give the guys some time before we head back."
     "Why?" Robbie was confused by the sudden reluctance to return.
     Marc lay the ax by the pile. "They need a little quality time." He
surveyed the area. When his eyes alit on a good-sized rock he wandered over
to sit. With a crook of his fingers he beckoned the beautiful boy. "You
know your daddy loves you just the same as I do Wayne. When you love this
deeply you want your son to experience the joys that life has to offer. Now
I've got a lot going for me. Good size, great bid, not bad looking. But I
don't have a hairy body and Wayne is sort of fascinated by hair. Your
daddy's hairy. My boy likes hair. Get it now? Your daddy is going to make
love to my son so he can experience all that furry body."
     Robbie took it all in. They were quiet for several long minutes.
     "How do you feel about it? I mean your dad and your new friend making
out?"
      The lad shrugged unhappily.
      Marc took the small hands in his paws. "Paul loves you more than
anything. More than his own life even. He's doing this for me. I want my
son to know everything. I'm sure there are things you're curious about that
even your dad can't help you out with."
      The boys face was downcast. "No, there isn't", he pouted.
      "No?"
      "Nah-uh."
      Marc offered a small smile as his head moved below the boys as his
eyes sought Robbie's. "Nothing?"
      The head shook. "Nope."
      "What about foreskin?"
      Robbie stared into the warm eyes with shock.
      "Wayne let you feel his. If I let you feel mine would that make you
feel better?"
      The wide-eyed shock transformed into a blushing bashful grin.
      "There's the smile I love. You got it champ."
      The bodybuilder stood up tall and powerful in front of Robbie. The
lad watched the meaty fingers dip into the waistband extracting the white
bow which was easily pulled undone. Then thumbs hooked into the waist of
the speedos at the hips and tugged them down the thick thighs, past the
needs and well-formed calfs to be pulled completely off. Marc capped the
kids head covering his eyes and nose. Laughing he resumed his seat.
     Robbie pulled the nylon off to see the hulk sitting with his legs
generously spread. Immediately he sought the crotch. He saw the darkish
bush. But the size of the soft log was impressive. Soft, this man was
bigger than daddy was hard. He suddenly had a new envious respect for
Wayne. He looked into the kind offering eyes grinning.
     "Here you are. Just for my pal. Why don't you kneel down and get a
really good look?"
     Happily the lad fell to his knees on the cool earth. Shyly he reached
down to tenderly feel the teardrop of overhanging flesh. The warmth struck
him first. Then it was the velvet softness. Fingers toyed with the foreskin
tugging as he had done with the man's son. He explored it's folds. He even
dipped a finger to feel the inside of the sleeve.
     Marc watched as the boy delighted in his foreskin. He was amused by
the youths absolute fascination. The lads eyes were wide as fingers tugged,
felt and explored. "Do you know what Wayne loves to do?" Eyes met eyes. "He
likes to suck on the foreskin. Do you want to try that?"
     Robbie smiled broadly. "Okay."


Wayne took Paul's paw leading him into the larger of the two tents. "Can
you show me your bag, Uncle Paul?"
     As the boy knelt the bear undid the string then revealed his hard cock
jutting from the crotch forest. Shoulders stooping to avoid the canvas
ceiling he had the boy pull off his swim suit. "Is this better than my
pics?"
     Wayne cooed, "Oh, definitely!" The cock stood up proud with the knob
flared to it's purple fullness. The pubes were wiry thick as was the loose
bag. The balls were fat - much bigger than his dad's. The cock looked much
easier to swallow than daddy's beercan thick meat. But it was the hair. All
that glorious hair! Fingers reached over to feel the coarse fibers. The boy
was mesmerized.
     Paul sighed. "I can't stay like this", he groaned falling to his
knees. Then he slid onto his back splaying his legs. Upper torso raised by
his elbows he nodded to the kid. "I've got some balls that need to be
sucked." The legs spread more. "Your dad says you're good. Let's see if
you're better than my son."


Robbie took the foreskin between his lips. The warm plump of wrinkled flesh
was easy to nurse. Seeking the easiest way to suckle his slim fingers
lifted the surprising weight of the log. The shaft began to fill. It
thickened slowly rising without further assistance. The teardrop was pulled
free as the top of the cock sought freedom. It pressed against his lips
pulling the foreskin out of the tight pucker. The lips down empty felt the
hot push of cockhead. He eyes opened.
     "Sorry, pal. When the fox wants to escape the burrow nothing can stop
him." Marc offered a sheepish grin. "But you can slip your tongue
underneath. Why not try that?"
     Robbie let his tongue slide over the exposed piss slit. The tongue tip
found the wrinkled turtleneck. Prodding a little under the pee hole the
boys mouth muscle wiggled its way between knob and foreskin. He slid the
tongue from side to side. The fit was snug. The taste was mingled with man
flesh drizzled with the musk of precum. As he tongued the flesh he brought
his upper lip above the piss slit. Pressing into the hot knob he attempted
to suck up the goo, his tongue underneath the knob making it awkward. He
raised his head up eyes wide in glee. "You taste really good!"
     Marc chuckled at the imps joy. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."
     "I am. I like you're foreskin. It's fun."
     Marc patted the kids head. "For me, too. Want to see something neat?"
As the kid nodded Marc pulled Robbie's speedos to mid-thigh. He lifted the
lad up so he was closer. Forcing his hard-on horizontal to the ground he
had his knob press against the cocklette. His fist forced the foreskin
forward covering the small prick.
     Robbie squealed, "Now I have one!"
     "You sure do!"


Wayne crawled between the legs. His face dove into the hairy bag. The
tongue immediately began to lick the nuts. Eager to taste all his tongue
lapped furiously. The hairs were coarse. They were defined substance as the
sac was licked with gusto. Insatiable in his quest he sucked one large ball
luxuriating in the hairy texture. Then the other was swallowed. Back and
forth he frenzied.
     "Holy fuck", Paul groaned. The kid was amazing! "You love my fat hairy
nuts, dontcha?" The boy muffled enthusiastic agreement. "You suck them up
good then. I want my bag soaked with your spit."
      The sucker complied. The tongue lapped up each valley between thigh
and bag. Then the tongue roamed over the loose flesh dropping copious
amounts of saliva. The balls slid within easily. Moaning his lips began to
graze the flesh along with his tongue.
     Paul pulled the kids head up. "I need your ass on my face. Get your
butt up here." The boy did so quickly. As the bum squatted Paul raised his
own hips offering up something new for the child.
     Wayne stared in wonder at the hairy asshole bared before him. In
unison with the bear his tongue licked the asshole. He kissed the
hole. Licked it. Wiggled the center to prod an opening. As the pedo tongue
fucked his hole, the shota returned the favor. The ass eating party became
a frenzy of wiggling tongues and deep groans. Wayne knew that Paul would
soon need release. He wondered.what a bears cum tasted like. Nothing could
taste as good as this hairy asshole.


Marc kissed Robbie's sweet face as he held their cocks secure within his
foreskin. Over and over he planted light pecks on forehead, nose, cheeks,
eyelids and lips. The angelic face was a heart stopper. "Your daddy sure is
a lucky man."
     The eyes glowed back. "So is Wayne." He was greeted with a warm
smile. "Cause he has his own foreskin."
     Marc chuckled. Giving the lad a lingering kiss he let their cocks
part. His aching rod was grateful to be upward once again. Meaty fingers
fondled the little ballys. "Mmm. I think these need a good licking." He
stood pulling the boy aloft. A paw pulled the speedos clear off. "How about
an airplane suck?"
     The boy squealed delightedly as he was spun by arm and leg making like
an airplane in flight. Then he was flipped one way. Tossed upward then spun
again. He came to rest with the front of his thighs on top of the massive
shoulders. Robbies hands held his friends hips as he hung upside down. The
fat knob slapped his cheek. Taking hold he did what came naturally to every
boy when faced with a hard cock.
     The wee hard-on and ballys landed firmly within Marc's
mouth. Gratefully he sucked the sweetness. Young hands had a good grip on
his cock as the mouth suckled tenderly on the knob. Marc's tongue danced
about cocklette and ballys. The sex bounced appreciatively in his sucking
maw. Paws held the slim hips securely. As he lifted, lowered, lifted the
hips the boys mouth fucked his cock with the up and down of sucking
rythm. Marc's own mouth enjoyed the boys essence. His hard-on throbbed as
his bag pulled the balls up to the base.
     Then he placed an arm about the lads waist very firmly. His free paw
pressed the boys skull down on his knob. Marc's hips began to fuck the lads
mouth. The sweet cocklette was sucked hard. The hips thrust. Both mouths
sucked.


Paul lowered his legs. As he tongue fucked the eager hole he felt his cock
engulfed. The boy bobbed on his cock with the same enthusiasm he licked
balls with.
     Wayne was able to swallow half the cock. He could never do that much
with his own father so this was a fun surprise. He bobbed his head sucking
cock with an expertise he was never able to display before. His eyes stared
at the shrinking hairy nut sack. Every cocksucker knows what that means. He
sucked harder.


Robbie sucked the thrusting knob.

Marc sucked boy cock and balls.

Wayne bobbed on the slick hairy cock.

Paul wormed the boy pussy.

Robbie took the knob as it thrust faster and faster.  Wayne bobbed hard
suckling the way he knew how.

Both men had reached the point of no return. Paul groaned as he
released. Marc thrust furiously with every spurt.

Robbie took the first blast all the way down his throat. The thrusts of the
face pumping cock made it impossible to swallow more. As the spurts flooded
his mouth he let the excess slip down and away. The thrusting piston of
cock kept his lips loose. Too loose for the brutish face fuck.

Wayne continued to bob. Copious waves of delicious bear cum filled his
talented throat. Swallow after swallow. Cum blast after cum blast. The bear
had the best cum he'd ever had. Rich. Thick. Manly protein.

Robbie was set on the ground as Marc sat to find his equilibrium.

Paul sighed as he fought to catch his breath. Wayne sat beside him
grinning.

At the same moment Paul and Marc had the same thought: wonder if they'd
like to find a place together.

Wayne thought: bear cum is good - definitely want more of that.

Robbie wondered if his jaw was broken.



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