Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2018 16:54:17 +0000 (UTC) From: Barry Edmund Subject: Jay's Family Camping Sexual Awakening 1 (Revised) Jay's Family Camping Sexual Awakening Chapter 1 Revised If you enjoy this site, you are encouraged to donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html so that it can continue to operate. You can buy a gift card and use it to donate to Nifty anonymously or you can use your credit card on line and you will see the transaction on your next monthly credit card billing. Anyways, this is a great site which serves the needs of our select population. Thank you. I'm thanking G. Venereal. George for kindly editing my stories. He has as usual applied some 'gentle editing' to this story. Now for. "Jay's Family Camping Awakening" Chapter 1 In Future chapters including consequential S & M, B & D, Water Sports, Bestiality and I WON'T INCLUDE SCAT. barry97_97@yahoo.com Teddy Bare I picked up my fourteen year old son Jeff and sixteen year old son Jason, from school. The three of us were going on a week long camping trip. It would be our first father and son's camping trip. I'd never found the time to get together with my boys before. Now that my construction company could run on it's own I decided it was the perfect time to take my son's camping. It had been only my sons and I since Samantha my wife and the boys' mother died five years ago. I had berried myself in work ignoring my two sons. It was time to get acquainted with my two sons and hit the open road. I'm thirty six, have short dirty blond hair that will lighten over the summer and blue eyes. I have no complaints in the dick and balls area. My dick when rock hard is an average six inches. Not skinny or fat, in between. I'm five-eight and work out in the gym at least four or five hours a day. Except Sundays so I have a good build. The boys takes after their mothers side of the family. Jeff is fourteen going on fifteen with dark brown hair, brown eyes, tight athletic build. He played high school football his first year of high school as their running back. I never saw his privates but lately as he matured I wondered what they looked like. I figured it was because he was growing up so fast it was only natural to wonder about his cock and balls. I saw him in his bathing suit at the beach earlier in the summer and could see how muscular his body was. I also saw a nice package in his bathing suit but did my best never to look to long. Jason, Jeff's older brother and my eldest son at sixteen going on seventeen also took after my dead wife, Samantha's side of the family with short dark brown hair, hazel eyes and tall for his age. Samantha had died in an auto accident because of a drunk driver. He played on the high school basketball team and works out at the gym when he's not at basketball practice. He is very well built nice muscular chest, stomach, biceps, thighs and legs. He has a fairly hairy chest leading down to the top of his shorts. I've never seen his dick before. I have to be honest, I always was curious about his cock. He had an impressive bulge when he wore his loose fitting bathing suit. I figured we get a good four or five hour driving in before finding a motel for the night. I was proud of my two smart, well behaved fit sons. This was going to be our first camping trip the three of us had taken since the boys were six and eight. I had measured to see how tall the boys were the week before and they measured me as well. I was five-eight while Jeff was six foot and Jason was six-two. Both are tall for their age like Samantha my dead wife and their mother. "It was a good idea packing last night dad so we could take off after our gym class." Jason said. I pulled up just as Jeff walked out the back door of the gym. Jeff waved as he walked toward the car, walked around and got in the back seat. "Hi Dad, Jason." Jeff said slamming his door closed after getting in. "How are you Jeff?" I asked starting the car, drove out of the parking lot to the side street and headed to the main highway out of the city. Once I was on the highway our trip became quiet as I concentrated driving, Jeff relaxed in the back seat and Jason, began reading one of his paper backs. We traveled a couple of hours stopped off at one of the highway restaurant for lunch. I was thinking about pulling into one of the next turn offs to find a motel for the night. I saw a huge truck pull over to enter the truck weigh station ahead. The truck driver changed his mind and pulled back on the high way along side of us and sped up passing us. Jason grabbed a pen and wrote down his license number before he got too far ahead of us. "Wow, did you see that truck go dad." Jeff said from the back seat. "He should be reported to the police." "I was thinking the same thing, that's why I copied down his license number." Jason said. "He was suppose to pull into the weigh station for one thing and was doing way over the speed limit. We were going to pull off at the next town anyway. I am sure they will have a police station. "That's what I had in mind to turn off at the next exit." I said. "I don't know about reporting the truck for speeding or not pulling over at the weigh station. It really isn't our business Jason. Do we really need to complicate our vacation reporting a truck driver?" I asked. "We'll be in town anyway Dad. They'll have a police station. We'll have to tell the police what you saw. It's our duty as concerned citizens. I'll give them the license number, report what we saw and that will be the end of it." Jason answered. "What do you think Jeff?" "That's a good idea Jason." Jeff answered. "I agree with you and Jeff. We should report the truck driver before he disobeys any more traffic laws. Someone innocent will be injured or even killed." Jason said. "Okay boys, that's what I'll do." I said, pulling off the highway, heading for the small town. I saw a police station along the main street. I pulled into the parking lot in the back. "Lets go Jeff, Jason it was your ideas to report the truck driver." I said. The three of us, Jeff, Jason and I went into the front door of the police station. We headed for the front desk. When the three of us got to the front desk a blonde police officer greeted us. "Hello, may I help you?" He asked. The police officer in his mid twenties was muscular wearing a tight uniform fitting him like a glove. The light blue uniform shirt was sleeveless, unbuttoned down the front. I could see his muscular chest and muscular biceps. I saw a name tag over his right pocket. Sheriff George. Sheriff George had a look of pride on his face smiling his bright smile. "How can I help the three of you." He asked. Jeff and Jason didn't take much noticed of the Sheriff probably only want to report the truck driver. "I want to report a truck that pulled into the truck scales only to pull out and speed up, going over the speed limit. Jason my son wrote down the license plate before he sped off." I said. "Thanks for being outstanding citizens and reporting the truck driver. Not many want to get involved and the driver ends up causing accidents. I need more information. I gather it took place at the truck weigh station before the turn off. Am I right about that Mr.....?" Sheriff George asked stepping away from the front desk. I was surprised Sheriff George was wearing skin tight light blue, uniform pants, revealing tree trunk muscular legs. The bulge down the right leg of his light blue tight shorts was enormous. I couldn't imagine how big his dick got when it was hard. His shorts left nothing to the imagination, I could actually see his huge cock head and vein running down his soft at least eight inch dick. I looked at Jason and Jeff who both looked stunned. "Deputy Marten, come out here and witness the report, the family is giving me." Sheriff George called, turning around. A younger man came through the back door. He was at least a couple inches taller than the six-two or six three sheriff. He was dressed pretty much like the sheriff. He wore an unbuttoned, sleeveless, light blue uniform shirt. His short pale blue dress pants were skin tight. Like the sheriff his shorts left nothing to the imagine, only his cock was fatter and a good inch longer. If it was possible for his dick to be longer and fatter. The sheriff's dick looked to be as big around as a pop can. I wondered why the sheriff and deputy were so hot and young. They must be the two most popular men in town with the women I said to myself. Jeff and Jason just looked stunned as if trying to figure out why they were wearing suck strange uniforms. I lost my train of thought looking at the hot sheriff, deputy. What were you asking me again?" I asked. I had to admit the sheriff and deputy were hot looking. I'd always looked at the men's dicks in the showers but never saw any of them hard. I admit I wondered what their dicks looked hard, but figured that wasn't unusual. Although I did notice none of the guys in the showers looked at each others dicks and balls. Maybe they did and I didn't notice. Lately I wondered what Jeff's and Jason's dicks and balls looked like soft and hard. Of coarse I'd never ask Jason to show me his dick and balls soft or hard. "I was asking your names." Sheriff George said all business. It was as if the way he was dressed and his muscular body wasn't on his mind. "I'm sorry sheriff my name is Jay, Jay Anderson, please call me Jay. These are my sons Jeff and Jason." I answered. "Your right it was the weigh station just before the turn off entering town. "Let me get all the information Jay. Then you and your family can be on your way. Have you got your note pad ready Deputy Marten. I have a few questions before you take down the Anderson's report deputy. It's just routine but I like to know something about the people report violations. I need some I.D. Jake from you, your sons, Jason and Jeff." The sheriff said. "That sounds fair enough Sheriff." I figured the sheriff was right, after all we were making allegations against someone. I took for granted there was only one man in the truck, but I didn't get a good look. I'm sure Jason did. "Jason, Jeff you don't mind showing your I.D.s to the sheriff. Do you boys?" I asked. "Not at all dad." Jeff and Jason answered the same time. Deputy Marten all business looked at Jason, Jeff and my I.D. "The sheriff and I didn't explain to the three of you why we're dressed like this. This isn't how we usually dress." Deputy Marten said. "It's the town anniversary weekend and the town's people are all dressing up for the weekend. Sheriff George and I are the town jocks for the weekend. Since we both work out and have great bodies why not show them off." "I wasn't thinking about what we were wearing." Sheriff George said causally. "I hope it's alright the way we're dressed." "Yes, it's fine with me. You and your deputy must work out a lot." Jason answered causally. " I work out in our high school gym and play basketball. My brother Jeff plays on our high school football team and works out in our high school gym like me.' "You're right Jason, the sheriff and deputy look like they put a lot of hours in the gym." Jeff said as causally as Jason. "Yes we work out in the town gym boys. I got to admit our bodies turn on the women in town. Thanks for the complement." Deputy Marten said as if in passing, knowing the boys were only interested in their workout routine. Sheriff George took our ID and looked at them and went through his computer for a few minutes, handing them back. "That's fine Mr. Anderson, I mean Jay. I see you own your own construction company. You must be doing well taking a week camping trip with your family. I noticed besides your workers there isn't anyone close that would miss you. That is if you had to be away for months at a time. I'm sure you could even run your business by computer, giving orders to your employees without them missing you." Sheriff George said. "That's right, but why would that be any interest to you Sheriff. We are just reporting something we observed a trucker, disobeying the law." I said. "I don't care, I was just making an observation from the information I found on the computer. Lets get back to that statement you and your family wanted to make Jay. Have you got your note pad ready Marten?' Sheriff George asked. "Yes George." The Deputy answered. "I just got a call from Al and Ken they wanted to tell you they didn't bother...... "Jay wants to report a truck driver." Sheriff George cut in before the deputy could finish what he was saying. If I didn't know better, it sounded like the sheriff was warning the deputy to keep his mouth shut. I must have been imagining it though. There would be no need to warn the deputy about anything. "I want you to write down what they have to report about what you observed about the truck driver." I noticed Jason and Jeff looking around the office causally as not really interested in any thing particularly. I tried to keep a neutral look on my face as well. I guess that was men, for you. Not wanting anyone to know our true feelings. I was getting turned on looking at the hot sheriff and his deputy. "What was that again Sheriff." Deputy Marten asked, obviously having something else on his mind. "I was telling you to take down notes what The Anderson's report." Sheriff George said sounding like he was thinking about something. "Yes of coarse?" The deputy asked. "I'm sorry you were about to tell your boss something when you came in the room." I said. "Go ahead and finish and then I'll give you my statement." "It wasn't important Jay. I can tell my boss later. It's more important I take down what you saw about the trucker first." The deputy answered giving a strange look at the sheriff as if "My name is Deputy Marten by the way." "I have a pretty good idea what you were going to tell me Marten. You don't need me around while you write down the Anderson's statement. I'll go in the back and give Al and Ken a call and see what they wanted. I'll be right back Marten. Oh yes before I head back to call Al and Ken it's getting late maybe you should stay the night and head out tomorrow or is someone expecting you tonight Jay?" Sheriff George asked. "We are on a camping trip so no one is expecting us. We aren't even going to a regular camp grounds, we're going to rough it this week." I answered. "In that case why not have one last night of luxury before your week roughing it in the wildness and spend it at a motel. I can recommend a motel down the road. Actually they're cabins not a motel." "Thanks Sheriff." Jason turned looking at the Sheriff and answered. "Sounds good Sheriff." Jeff was still looking around the room before turning to the Sheriff, answering him. "The owners of the motel are good friends of mine. I'll give them a call and tell them the three of you are on your way over and to reserve a two bedroom cabin for you. You're boys won't mind bunking together. Will they. One bedroom has twin beds and the other has a full size bed." Sheriff George said getting up and heading to the door behind him. "I'll be back folks and Marten will take your statements." I finished giving the information just as Sheriff George came through the back door. I had told your deputy about the truck and Jason gave the license plate number. Jason told the deputy what he saw. Jason said he was positive there were two men in the truck but couldn't be positive. Jeff and hadn't been paying attention so didn't have anything to add. "Do you need anything else?" I asked. "That's enough information we need." Sheriff George answered. "I called the motel and told Lance you're on your way over. Lance is the owner's son. His parents are away for the weekend but left him in charge. He knows how to run the motel. "I hope you thanked Lance for reserving the two bedroom cabin for us." Jason said causally to the sheriff and deputy. "Yes I hope you thank him for us Sheriff." I added. "Don't worry I'm sure Lance will be more than glad to have you and your family at the motel." Sheriff George said. "The cabins are easy to find. Drive two blocks down the main street and the cabins are on the right side. You can't miss them Jay." "Thanks for your help Sheriff and taking our statement Deputy." Jason said. "Thank you Sheriff George and Deputy Marten." Jeff said standing up heading to the back door. "Yea thanks." Jason said standing up heading for the door ignoring the sheriff and deputy. "I hope you find the truckers and they get what they deserve." I stood up offering to shake Deputy Marten and Sheriff's Georges hands but they ignored me. I felt let down neither took an interest in me. "We'll find them, don't worry. The trouble makers will definitely be getting what they want and need. I mean what they deserve. My way of punishment will please them both. I mean. It doesn't matter what I mean." Sheriff George answered looking at Deputy Marten and smiling. "Isn't that right deputy." "Yes George. We'll have a meeting first won't we George?" Deputy Marten asked. "You know, make sure we bring everything we need for the punishment. We don't want to hold up the Anderson. They will be needing their rest." "Thank you both." Jason said. "Your right I think we do need a good nights rest before our we head out on the rest of our week long camping trip." "Thank you Sheriff George and Deputy Marten for all your help." I said following Jeff and Jason outside to the car. I started the car heading down Main Street following the instructions the sheriff gave me. I saw a bunch of cabins on the right side of the road and pulled in front of the large sign that read Cretan Cabins office. I got out along with Jeff and Jason entering the office. A bell went off when I opened the office door. A boy no more than eighteen walked toward us from the front desk. He was bare chested only wearing sandals and tight jean shorts, revealing his muscular chest, wash-board stomach, muscular thighs, legs and good size biceps. He had short dark hair, brown eyes and looked to be Italian or Italian decent. "You must be the Andersen's. I'm Lance. Sheriff George called and told me you would coming over. Can you filled out the register for me please." Lance said smiling. Lance had to be at least six feet tall with an enormous bulge down the right leg of his shorts. "Thank you Lance, please call me Jay, these are my sons' Jeff and Jason." I picked up the pen beside the register book and signed it. "How much do I owe you for the night Lance?" I asked. Lance told me how much the cabin was for the night. H shook Jeff's hand before leaning over and shook hands with Jason and ignored my hand. I used my credit card to pay him and then Lance opened the door behind the reception desk and yelled. "Hay guys I'm taking the Andersen's to their cabin. Remember to follow the instructions we agreed on for tomorrow. The guys are on their way over to work things out." Lance shut the door and turning around. "I'll take you to your cabin Jake, Jeff and Jason. Just a minute." Lance said opening the door he had entered the office to and shouted. "I'll be right back guys I'm going to show the Andersen's to their cabin. Leave your car here. Your cabin is the one next to the office." Jason helped me take the suit cases out of the car following Lance to the cabin behind the office. Lance unlocked and opened the cabin door. He stepped to one side and allowing Jeff, Jason and myself to enter the large cabin. I was surprised how large the cabin was. There was a sitting room in front with a small hallway behind the sitting room. "The two bedrooms and washroom are down the hall." Lance said. I put our suit cases down beside the hall way leading to the our bedrooms and washroom. "Thank you Lance." I said reaching in my pocket for change to tip Lance when I heard a knock at the door. "Who could that be?" I asked myself looking at Jeff, Jason and Lance. "Were you expecting someone?" Jeff, Jason all shrugged their shoulders while Lance smiled and had a had a wicked gleam in his eyes. I wondered what the great looking muscular teenager was thinking. I walked to the door beginning to turn the door knob...What will Jay find on the other side of the door? Has anyone got any ideas...?...Watch for Chapter 2. Please e-mail suggestions to barry97_97@yahoo.com All reasonable ideas are appreciated. Especially consensual S & M, B & D. I will not be feminizing any of the men or changing them to TVs or TSs or cross dressers and no scat. Teddy Bare