Date: Sat, 5 Dec 2015 21:19:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Fathers and Sons Weekend at Bellview Ranch Chapter 1

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Fathers and Sons Weekend at Bellview Ranch Chapter 1



	Bill Branch sped down the highway with the window down and
relishing the feeling of the wind on his face as he soaked in the cool
California sunshine he had missed for so long.

	After all, it had been more than 20 years since his lungs had
breathed in that California air he had enjoyed so much when he and his dad
made their trips up to Bellview Ranch. That life seemed like a lifetime
ago, but here he was, this time in the driver's seat, as he and his own son
made the journey up to Bellview. He was "nervous excited". He laughed to
himself thinking how an educated man such as himself should be able to come
up with a better word, but then he remembered that was exactly how he felt
the first time he made the trek up to Bellview. When he was the one in the
passenger seat like his son is now.

	Ben Branch was the spitting image of his father. Both towering over
6'3" with broad shoulders, the Branch men were hard to miss. Sure, Bill no
longer had the young, athletic body his son carried but he still kept in
great shape. But there was no doubt about it- Ben Branch was the walking
image of his 22 year-old father the first time Bill had checked into
Bellview Ranch. The only difference was the long eye-lashes Ben had
inherited from his mother. "As if my boy wasn't already handsome
enough". Bill thought to himself.

"You nervous, buddy?" Bill asked his son, looking over at the fine young
man sitting next to him, staring out the window.

	Ben snapped out of his daze and turned to his father. "Maybe a
little, Dad." The younger Branch man replied to his father. "A little
nervous. A little excited. Kind of like what you told me to expect."

	Bill smiled at his son. If only this guy knew how many heads he's
going to turn at this place. He's going to have men crawling all over him
from the second he sets foot on the place.

	"I know what you mean, son. But you've got nothing to be nervous
about. Trust me." Bill reassured his son, patting him on the back lovingly.

	"I don't know, Dad. I've got some big shoes to fill." Ben sighed,
crossing his arms, his big muscles flexing and causing his shirt to strain.

	Bill shook his head, smiling. "You don't need to worry about that,
son. If only you knew a fraction of how proud I am of my son." He looked
over at him and grinned. "And besides. You're even bigger than your old
man."

	Ben couldn't help but blush. Standing back to back to one another
you'd be hard pressed to decide which of the Branch men was taller. But he
knew exactly what his old man was talking about. He may have inherited his
eyelashes from his mother, but everything else on him he could thank his
father for. Including that legendary Branch dick. Just hearing stories from
his dad and his adventures at Bellview Ranch every summer throughout his
20's put him at ease when he remembered how hungry these middle-aged studs
are for big dick. And he certainly had what it took to get noticed.

	Bill looked over at his handsome son and his cock throbbed in his
jeans. "I could make a quick stop or so if we find a rest stop." Bill said,
absentmindedly brushing his hand over his crotch. "What do you think, son?"

	Ben shook his head, smiling. He supposed any other father asking
the same question on the road like this meant he needed to take a leak. But
not his dad. He knew exactly what his dad wanted. "Sure, I could stop,
Dad." Ben replied.

	"Sounds good, son." Bill mumbled, his cock giving him another
jolt. "What do you want to do?"

 	Another question any father could ask his son, but with his dad it
was a totally different context. Ben pondered the question a minute. On one
hand he knew his old man was more than willing to put out for him at a
moment's notice, especially when he's worked up like he is now, but on the
other hand, from his dad's stories about Bellview Ranch, he knew he'd be
swimming in dad pussy for the next 3 days.

	Bill pressed further, getting antsy. "You know I'm up for either,
Ben. Any way you want it." His eyes locked with his son, not able to hide
his sheer lust for the young man sitting beside him.

	Seeing the huge mound in his dad's pants helped him make up his
mind. "I want you to fuck me, Dad." Ben said, confident in his choice.

	"Whatever you want, son." Bill smiled, reaching his arm over and
rubbing his son's shoulder as he pulled into the exit lane.

	They reached a rest stop and were relieved to find they were the
only ones there. Not that that'd stopped them before.

	The younger Branch male started to reach his hand over to his door
to get out but before his hand was even on the handle his old man had
already unbuckled his seatbelt and was all over him.

	"Jesus, Dad." Ben managed to say in between thrusts of his dad's
tongue into his mouth. "You need it bad, don't you?"

	"Just say the word, Ben." Bill huffed, kissing his son's neck as he
unbuttoned his shirt.

	Ben considered playing hard to get for a bit, seeing his dad in
such a state of sheer desire for his boy but the second his dad pulled out
his huge cock he realized he wanted it just as much as his dad did.

	"Say it, Ben." Bill whined, kissing up his son's neck, grinding his
throbbing prick up against his son's side.

	"I want it, Dad." Ben finally said, giving his consent.

	Without skipping a beat his dad had his hands inside the waist band
of his son's jeans and was pulling them down, the younger, but equally
impressive Branch dick swinging up and slapping against his abs.

	"This is going to be a fast one, son." Bill grunted, opening the
glove compartment and hastily slicking his huge prick up with lube.

	"We're almost out." Ben noted, as he shook the bottle to coax out
just enough to spread onto his hole before his dad began his
assault. "Didn't we just get this thing a few weeks ago?"

	"You know how I get in the summer. It's mating season, son." Bill
grinned, maneuvering as best he could over his son and getting in
position. "Besides, I think I remember you coming on to me more times than
I did during that trip up north to Rock Valley."

	"What can I say, Dad? It's mating season." Ben grinned back,
reaching his arms out and wrapping them around his dad's ass, bringing him
closer.

	"I love you, kid." Bill beamed, leaning down to kiss his son gently
as he lined the head of his cock at his son's hole.

	"Love you too, Dad."

	"Mmmmmm-" Bill moaned as he sank his dick into his son's willing
hole.

	"God, I love that cock." Ben groaned.

	Bill sighed in relief, worried he had given him too much cock
without letting him adjust. But who was he kidding. His boy was a fucking
champ.

	"Go on, son. Stroke yourself." Bill encouraged his son, looking
down at an almost exact replica of the cock currently sawing in and out of
his boy.

	"I can't, Dad. I'm about to bust." Ben groaned through gritted
teeth.

	"Already?" Bill asked, wiping his brow.

	"Don't let it get to your head, Dad." Ben smirked, leaning his head
back and enjoying the sensations running through him.

	Bill took the throbbing cock in his hand and started jacking it in
time with his thrusts. "Cum with me, son."

	Ben looked up and nodded, meeting his father's gaze. The older
Branch male looked down at his son with an equal look of lust and love. A
look so familiar to the younger Branch male these days.

	Without any communication at all, both Branch men fired off at the
exact same moment. Bill's pace slowed down as he really enjoyed the
sensation of his seed filling up the willing receptacle below him. Ben
looked like he was in another world.

	"I really needed that, son." Bill sighed as he leaned down to kiss
his son lovingly.

	"Any time, Dad." Ben said, looking at the mess he had all over his
toned chest. "How many more miles do we have til we get to Bellview?"

	"I'd say about 2 more hours. We'd better get back on the road."
Bill replied, moving to dismount from his son.

	"Can't we stay like this just for a few more minutes, Dad?" Ben
asked, wrapping his arms around his father's torso and pulling him in
close, his cock still firmly planted inside of him.

	"I suppose we can wait a few more minutes." Bill sighed, laying his
head on his son's shoulder as his son started stroking his hairy chest. "I
can't wait to show off my boy when we get to Bellview."


	Bellview Ranch was a privately owned property in Nothern California
that had been around for generations. To the majority of the people passing
by on the highway it looked like just another ranch. But to those few in
the know it was something much more special.


	Bellview Ranch was a place men go to be men and learn to be men. At
first Bellview was founded in order to give men a safe place to explore
new, more intimate relationships with their sons, but it is now something
far more spectacular. Behind the gates of Bellview Ranch is a society. A
society where grown men parade their 22-28 year old sons like prized show
horses. These men spend all year grooming their sons into grade-A fuckstuds
and for one weekend a year they congregate to show them off to their peers
for respect. For admiration. And above all else, desire.  It wasn't
uncommon at all for a father and son to enjoy a day out in the sun riding
horses or grilling steaks over a fire when they lock eyes with another
pair. With no words being spoken an agreement is made. The two men trade
keys and they follow their new partners to their rooms and only emerge when
they had successfully drained their young bucks of all their seed.

	Bill Branch smiled to himself as he remembered all the hungry
stares from those horny dads he had gotten on his first day at Bellview
Ranch. He remembered how silly he had felt when his father assured him all
he needed to wear was a pair of briefs 3 sizes too small for him. It was
only when his father dropped his own pants to reveal he would be wearing
the exact same thing that he agreed to the attire. "I want everyone here to
know what my boy's packing. " He had told me, slipping his hand under the
strap of my briefs and making it snap against my back, loudly.

	"Anything to make you proud, Dad." I had replied, truthfully.

Man, I took myself back to that moment so long ago when my dad took me out
to walk around the place, finally able to show me the place I had heard so
many stories about growing up. He showed me the cabin he and his dad had
shared his first weekend at Bellview. I saw the desire in his eyes as
recounted the first man he had fucked that weekend. Bill. That's right. My
father had named me after his first conquest he encountered at Bellview
Ranch. My dad had been sitting outside of his cabin taking in the sunset
when he saw him. He and my dad locked eyes and he knew that ruggedly
handsome man was going to put out for him. Bill had gestured to his cabin
and my dad followed. He didn't emerge for hours. And I knew that this place
was going to become just as important to me as it was to my father. And it
was. So now here I am, showing my own son the place that held such
incredible memories for me. The second I got out of the car I was overcome
with nostalgia. I laughed to myself as Ben dutifully followed me around and
listened to me intently, his muscles and huge erection on display through
his skimpy briefs. Like I had when I had first arrived at Bellview more
than 20 years ago, Ben felt weird about walking around in such attire, but
after seeing what the other men were wearing, he felt right at home. The
other men around were basically drooling over my boy and he didn't even
know it. How could I blame them? I had groomed my son into the man he is
today- a grade-A fuck machine. Hell, every single father here had done the
same thing; coming up to Bellview Ranch to show off the fruit of their
labor. The successor to their family line. I laughed to myself. I suppose
it's customary for men to show off their daughters when they become of age
and make their debut to the world with frilly dresses and jewels. Fathers
spend thousands of dollars making sure their daughters make a lasting
impression. And then there's Bellview Ranch. When our sons come of age we
parade them around in as little clothing as possible and we fuck for three
days straight. Thank god I had a son. An elegant mid-afternoon tea and
finger sandwiches sounded like a lot less fun.

	The second Ben had turned 18 he was on me. I remember sitting on
his bed, loosening my tie around my neck and slowly unbuttoning my shirt as
I watched him monitoring his wrist watch counting down the seconds until
midnight. I wasn't stupid. I knew a young man with my son's looks was most
likely not a virgin. But I had promised him the second he turned 18 I'd
give him my ass and start his training for Bellview Ranch from that minute
on. And Ben sure took me up on that offer. My boy and I were fucking like
rabbits any chance we could get. With Ben's mom out of the picture since he
was little there wasn't a single night after his 18th birthday where he
wasn't getting laid. And since the starting age for Bellview Ranch is 22
that meant I had spent the last 4 whole years grooming my son into the
titanic fuck machine he is now. I had been waiting for this weekend ever
since and now I was finally going to get the chance to show him off to my
peers.

	After showing Ben around the ranch we headed back to our cabin to
unwind. I grinned internally as I saw pairs of fathers and sons around the
ranch drooling over my boy. Yeah. . . Ben was sure to turn some heads this
weekend.

	As our cabin came into view I suddenly realized that when I
suggested we come back here to "unwind" I wasn't going to get the chance to
be intimate with my son for the first time in 4 years. There hadn't been a
single afternoon for the past 4 years where one of us wasn't fucking the
other. But now that we were here at Bellview I had to start letting him
go. I remember going through the same thing with my father. He had brought
me to Bellview for me to experience my own journey. And I did. I was so
grateful to my father for that. And I wanted to give the same thing to Ben.

	"You itching for it, son?" I asked him, nudging his shoulder.

	"I want it bad, Dad." He mumbled, grabbing my ass out in the open.

	I instantly look around and, like I thought, we definitely had
peoples' attention. It really turned me on being groped by my boy in front
of everyone. Letting people know that when it's just the two of us, when my
son wants it, he gets it.

	"Why don't you try turning your attention over to someone else,
son." I suggested, trying to gauge his reaction.

	His pace slowed a little bit as he took in what I said to him.

	"You know this has to happen, son." I said to him delicately. I
lookec into his eyes and every part of my body wanted him to take me into
our cabin and fuck me like I knew he wanted to but he needed to have his
own experience this weekend. He could fuck me as much as he wanted when we
got home.

	Before he can answer me I heard a voice from one of the cabins next
to ours.

	"Well I'll be damned." The voice exclaimed. I looked up to the
cabin two doors down from us and my jaw dropped.

	"Bill Branch. . ." The man said, taking in the sight of my son and
me.

	"Jay Conway. . ." I replied, walking up to him and extending my
hand.

	"What's it been, buddy? 20 years?" He grinned, shaking my hand.

	"At least." I beamed, taking in the sight of my buddy I hadn't laid
eyes on in so long.

	Jay was a rookie at Bellview the same year I was. In fact, his dad
John was actually my first conquest here. Man, John Conway was hung like a
bull. Before I left his cabin he had fucked me twice and I had returned the
favor, grabbing onto that monster of his while I unloaded into him. The
four of us became fast friends during our rookie weekend and we ended up
doing three summers together before Jay got married and started his
family. That's the thing about Bellview. It's where men learned to be
men. It may seem like a dream come true being in the middle of a buffet of
hot dads and sons there for the sole purpose of fucking their brains out
but real life has to come first. I remember having that same realization
when I met Ben's mother. The first summer my dad and I stopped going to
Bellview Ranch was tough but I had Ben to take care of and I knew when he
was 22 I'd be able to walk past those gates again, this time being the
father, being able to show my son off for a change.

	My old friend in front of me beamed. "You know, when I brought my
oldest up here three years ago I'd be lying if I said a part of me wasn't
looking for you the whole god damn time we were here." He said, looking
from me to my son. Damn, Jay was exactly as I remembered him. Those bright,
heartbreaking blue eyes and handsome looks. Father time had sure treated
him well. Knowing Jay I didn't have to think hard about what Jay must have
offered him in return for sparing him and his good looks.

	"I can't believe we're both here again, Jay. All these years
later." I smiled. "This is my son, Ben Branch." I presented my son
proudly. My son shook Jay's hand with a nice firm grip. Just as he was
raised.

	"Man, Bill." Jay said, looking my son over. "You sure did
good. Your boy's a spitting image of you. Man, you look just like your old
man did when he first walked through those gates, you know that, Ben?"

	"I hear it all the time, sir." Ben smiled. "And I've heard all
about you, sir. My father speaks of you very fondly."

	"Probably not as highly as he speaks of my old man." Jay
laughed. "I think my daddy fell in love that summer. And it sure as hell
wasn't because your dad's just a smooth talker." He paused as he took in
the sight of my son. "Well fuck me. . ." Jay replied, practically drooling
over my son right in front of me. "Bill Branch's boy. . ."

	"I appreciate that, Jay." I blushed, gushing with pride. "I can't
believe how lucky I am."

	"Yeah, well I didn't do so bad myself." Jay replied, turning his
head back to his cabin. "John!" He called out.

	For a split second my mind raced back to John Conway and that huge
dick of his, but immediately I snapped back to reality when I realized Jay
must have named his son after his father. I always wondered if Jay was hung
like his father. Oddly the two of us had never gotten to fooling around
during our times at Bellview. It's not uncommon of for sons to pair off
with sons and dads to pair off with dads for a fuck or two, but Jay and I
had so many middle-aged dads courting us and bringing us back to their
cabins all weekend we never got the chance. Perhaps I would get my chance
now to see if the Conway bull dick runs in the family.

	Jay's cabin door swung open and John Conway II stepped out. Fuck
me. Jay's son was built like a marine. In fact, I could see his dog tags
hanging around his neck. He was wearing briefs like my son was wearing and
they were stretching to accommodate what was sure to be a cock to rival his
grandfathers. I guess Jay and I had the same idea. We wanted to show off
our son's natural goods. John had a towel draped over his shoulder and half
of his face was slick with shaving cream, the other half fresh and
smooth. His sunkissed skin was toned and athletic, with a small, masculine
patch of hair in the center. I just about started drooling right fucking
there.

	"Sorry Dad, I was right in the middle. . ." He gestured to his
face, stopping in front of the three of us.

	Jay grabbed his son's ass possessively and his son didn't
flinch. "Allow me to introduce John Conway II. My middle son." He presented
his son proudly.

	"Pleased to meet you, sir." John said to me, looking me right in
the eye as he shook my hand firmly, showing my son the same courtesy. I
wasn't sure if it was the military training or if Jay taught him how to
shake a hand like a man. Either way, it was taking everything in me not to
jump him right now and let this kid do whatever he wanted to me.

	"Fine boy you have there, Jay." I said to my old buddy, looking his
son over.

	"I'll say he is. He's got a bigger cock than his brothers, too."
Jay grinned proudly.

	For the first time, John blushed a little, breaking away from his
stoic, stern demeanor, most likely not used to being objectified so
blatantly by his father to a total stranger. I had a feeling after this
weekend he'd get over it. Instinctively my eyes wandered down his toned
pecks and naval to his barely clothed groin. Yep. Jay's boy sure seemed to
be carrying a whopper under there.

	"This is John's first year at Bellview. I'd brought his older
brother Josh the last 3 years. And I'm proud to say he won top prize last
year." Jay said, beaming with pride.

	"No kidding, Jay!" I congratulated him, patting him on the back.

	"It was about time a Conway took home the title." He smiled,
turning to my son. "You know your old man took the top prize away from me
our last year by four votes, Ben?"

	I blushed. "Oh come on, Jay, there's no way to know how many votes
I beat you by." I teased him.

	"That's what you think, Branch. I fucked Director Connors himself
on the last day and got him to tell me it was close."

	"You sure he wasn't just telling you HE was close with you ramming
into him?" I laughed, loving getting back to old times with my buddy.

	"Ah, you haven't changed a bit, Bill." He smiled, patting me on the
back. "You still like it both ways?"

	"You bet, bud." I reply. "Ben here can give it just as good as he
gets. Just as I taught him. I can't tell you how much closer we've become
these past four years."

	"I like the sound of that." Jay mumbled, looking my son over with
hungry eyes. "Junior here will let you do anything as long as he gets a nut
out of it. Isn't that right, son?" He said, reaching into his son's briefs
and grabbing his huge erection.

	John stood tall as his father groped him out in the open in plain
daylight in front of us. "Yes sir. I like to fuck and get fucked, sir."
John replied, giving off a slight smile for the first time since our
introduction. I liked that. He may be the pinnacle of form and discipline
but I had no doubt in my mind the kid was trained to fuck when it came down
to it.

	"Yeah, at home Junior always seems to end up on top. I just can't
help myself, you know. You wouldn't blame me if you saw what the kid's
packing." Jay smirked, clearly starting to jack off his son's dick in front
of us, his arm still covered by the thin material of his son's
briefs. "It's funny, his older brother Josh couldn't get enough of my
dick. I swear the second the front door was closed he was face down ass up
in the position for his old man. But John here can fuck the cum out of you
like you wouldn't fucking believe."

	"All thanks to you, sir." John blushed at his father's praise,
flinching a little as the sound of heavy friction emanated from whatever
stimulation his father was inflicting upon him under the confines of his
briefs.

	"Yeah, I taught my boys well." Jay grinned. "So listen, Bill. I
know we're not officially allowed to trade until after the ceremony
tonight. But what do you say we "unofficially" make a commitment for
later?" He said looking my son over, practically licking his lips. "I know
Junior here's been ready to go ever since we got here this morning. He may
act the strong silent type but behind closed doors he's been trying to rut
his old man like I'm his prom date."

	John blushed again as his father finally withdrew his hand from his
son's briefs. There was certainly nothing left to the imagination. I could
see every single vein and curve of that dick through his briefs. It must
have been over 9 inches. It appeared John Conway II had inherited more from
his grandfather than just his name.

	"How long's it been since you've taken one that big, Bill?" Jay
asked, proudly, watching as I blatantly ogle at the size of his son's
cock. "20 years?" He laughed. "Don't worry. He likes getting fucked more
often than I let him if you're not up for the task. Hell, I think he even
prefers it."

	"Actually. . ." I began, starting to feel more comfortable and
maybe even a little competitive. "Ben here is even bigger than his old
man."

	Now it's my son's turn to blush.

	"No shit?" Jay mumbled, practically drooling, looking over my
son. "Does he fuck?"

	"You can ask him yourself, Jay. Whatever Ben decides." I replied,
standing up a little taller. I didn't blame Jay for leading his son around
like a piece of meat. It was pretty common for the dads here to get
competitive. But I wanted Ben to have the free will to do anything he
wanted.

	"Well fuck me. . ." Jay said, running his hands along my son's
chest. I wasn't worried. I knew what my son liked and Jay was it. He may
seem brash and crude to someone who didn't know him but he was charming and
good looking enough to get away with it. "You like fucking tight dad pussy,
Ben Branch?" My old friend asked my son, teasing my son's nipple as his
eyes wandered down my boy's toned abdomen to his crotch.

"Yes sir. I fucking love it." Ben responded.

"Fuck, kid." Jay muttered, playing with my son's pec. "You gotta let me
take you up on that."


"What do you say I talk it over with my son and we'll get back to you,
buddy?" I interrupted, extending my hand again.

	"Yeah, let's do that, buddy." Jay grinned, shaking my hand. "Great
to see you again, Bill. Truly."

	"Nice to meet you, sir." John said to me, shaking my hand with an
extra firm grip and holding my constant attention with his gaze. Fuck, I
knew before the weekend was up I was definitely putting out for this
kid. If I wasn't careful, probably before the night was up.

	"See you at the ceremony, fellas." Jay smiled at us as he and John
turned to go back to their cabin. As they walked away John reached out a
hand and inserted it into the cleft of his dad's pants, giving his old
man's ass a good, possessive squeeze. Fuck. Yeah- I was definitely going to
put out for that kid. Any way he wanted it.

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