Date: Sat, 15 Oct 2011 00:55:05 -0400 (EDT) From: whitewold999@icqmail.com Subject: Bear-Back Fishing (gay/incest, oral, anal, b/M) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re- post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such Matterial where you live or if you find the topic distasteful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2011 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Bear-back Fishing By Wolf Gay incest is not a subject families talk about much. My mother knew that my father liked to have sex with guys. She knew if she made a fuss about his extracurricular activities that he would simply leave her and move on. She was so in love with him that she would tolerate anything he wanted to do. She was very pleased when I was born. My father and mother were very proud of having a son to carry on the family name. They named me James. Of course my mother would never admit that my father couldn't pass up the opportunity to break me in as soon as he felt I would enjoy both oral and anal sex. I was unaware of what father was doing when he went out with his buddies. I just assumed they were getting drunk. I grew up like most of the boys in our community. I played Little League Baseball, and Pop Warner Football. I did well in sports. I joined Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts as soon as I was old enough. My first introduction to sex was on an overnight campout. My buddy, named Matthew, and I were sharing a tent. Matt deliberately selected a location for our tent away from the rest of the guys. We were talking about stuff when we settled down. He was telling me about a couple of girls he knew that were good fucks. I had never fucked a girl before. I was fascinated with his stories about fucking them. He told me about this one girl that had a pussy that smelled so bad that he would not fuck her. All he would allow her to do was suck his cock. That led to a discussion about cock sucking. When I admitted that I had never had my cock sucked, my buddy offered to do it to me as long as I promised not to tell anyone. I liked him so much that I would never tell anyone about what we were doing. Matt bent over my body while we lay on top of our sleeping bags, and pulled my underwear down. He played with my cock until it was hard, before he started sucking my cock. I think I was about twelve- years-old at the time. He had been jacking off for awhile and was producing cum by the time Matt sucked my cock. When I came in his mouth he swallowed all of it. He assured me that it was good for you to swallow cum. Having allowed my best friend to suck my cock I just had to return the favor. Besides I wondered what it would taste like. Matt lay back on his sleeping bag, and pulled his underwear off. I bent over him and started sucking his cock. We looked so much alike that we could pass for brothers, even our cocks looked very much alike. I almost gagged when the mushroom head touched the back of my throat. He chucked, and told me that I would learn how to relax my throat eventually and take it down my throat. I bobbed my head up and down like he had done to me. When he came I felt his cock throb, and the liquid filled my mouth. Some dribbled out of my mouth, making Matt's pubic hair wet and sticky. I swallowed his cum, and was proud of myself. Matt and I became even closer buddies. We sucked each other's cock on all of our troop's campouts, and whenever we slept-over at each other's home we sucked each other off. I never even thought about asking him about hooking me up with those girls he had told me about. I was sixteen when my father got suspicious about my relationship with Matt. My Dad's name is Neil. He liked to take me on fishing trips on weekends. We enjoyed fly fishing together. I was thrilled to go fishing with my father. My father was a very bearish looking man. He had a strong build, and his body was covered with hair. One such trip was very special. After we set up camp we spent the rest of the afternoon wading in the stream and casting our lines downstream. We caught a couple of rainbow trout worthy enough to eat. We released everything else. We cleaned and cooked our fish for dinner. Afterwards we sat around the campfire enjoying the cool night air, propped up against a big rock. Dad asked me how long Matt and I had been sucking cocks. It was a simple question that was not if, it was how long. I was reluctant to admit that Matt and I were actually doing it at all. I tried to deny that we were doing that. Dad placed his arm around my shoulders and hugged me, while rubbing the top of my head with his knuckles, "James I know you are sucking cocks, I saw you doing it just last week!" I almost cried, at the fact that I had been caught sucking cock. Dad said, "Son, I am not upset with you having sex with Matt at all!" I looked up at his face, to see if he was telling the truth about his feelings. His face was lit up by the campfire. His face was relaxed, and showed no animosity at all. While I was looked at him, Dad leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. It shocked me to be kissed like that by my Dad. He stuck his tongue into my mouth. It took my breath away. When I relaxed, and accepted his tongue in my mouth, Dad placed his hand right on the bulge in my pants. I sprang a boner the second he squeezed my basket. I had no idea what to do, so I just let my father do whatever he wanted. Dad started peeling my clothes off of me. The radiant heat of the rock on my back felt good as Dad removed all of my clothes. He was very impressed with my sex organ. He stood up and removed all of his clothes for my benefit. As far as I could tell the only difference between our sex organs was that the skin covering his cock was looser than mine. His scrotum hung a little lower. Dad straddled my body, as I lay against the rock. I opened my mouth when he rubbed the mushroom against my lips. There was pre-cum at the head of his cock that was slippery on my lips. I was happy to suck his cock until he would cum, but Dad had other ideas. He led me to our sleeping bags. We were sleeping under the stars. He laid me on the bag and knelt over me so that we could suck each other's cocks. I couldn't believe it was really happening. I was so excited that I came in Dad's mouth quickly. Dad swallowed everything I gave him. I was looking up as his hairy asshole by the campfire and the light of the stars and moon. His heavy balls were covering my nose. I could smell his body odor, and loved it. When Dad started pumping his load of cum into my mouth, I swallowed almost all of it. Some did leak out. I felt it running down my cheeks and into my ears. We slept together in his bag naked that night. The next morning we had to pee, so we hiked farther away from the stream and camp to relieve ourselves. It was very exciting to watch him standing there with cock in hand while that yellow stream of piss arched on its way to splash against a rock. After we ate, we just had to suck cocks again. This time I got my first chance to see his thick white cum, as he squirted his cum all over my face and belly. We did get dressed to fish that afternoon. We repeated the activities of the night before that night. We took home some trout for mother. Matt and I earned our Eagle Scout badges, but Matt became more interested in fucking girls, so we hardly ever mentioned our earlier activities. Dad and I had become lovers anyway. Dad often came into my bedroom at night and we sucked each other off. Sometimes he did it after fucking Mom. I could tell by the smell on his cock. Mom never said anything about what we were doing, even though she had to know. In was in my sophomore year of college Dad decided I was ready for anal sex. I was 19-years-old and Dad was 43-years-old. We planned one of our fly fishing trips over a weekend. I always looked forward to our fishing trips. While we were driving to our favorite fishing location, Dad asked me if I was ready for him to fuck me. Just hearing him ask the question made my cock painfully hard in my pants. I unfastened my pants and freed my cock and balls. I kissed Dad's cheek and assured him that I was ready. He jacked me off while we were headed down the road. After we set up camp, we took off our clothes, and I draped myself face down over a nice big warm rock. Dad had come prepared, he greased up his cock and my asshole before driving his cock into my virgin asshole. The searing pain was almost more than I could stand. By the time Dad finished fucking me, my asshole had gone numb. When he pulled out, I felt cum running down my scrotum and legs. I reached back and felt my asshole. It was gaping open, and the rim felt swollen. I waddled down to the stream and squatted down in the cold water to clean my butt and to let the cold water cool my inflamed asshole. We sucked cocks before bedding down that night. Dad fucked my ass at least four more times over the next two days. I actually missed having his cock in my ass, as we headed home. Dad fucked me whenever we got the chance after that. The next time we discussed going fishing, Dad suggested that we take his younger brother, Uncle Tim with us. Tim was 39-years-old and a handsome man. He was built very much like Dad, and he was just as hairy. I had not thought about the possibility that Dad had been fucking my uncle too. We picked him up on the way. Tim tossed his gear in the back of the old Ford pickup and piled in the cab. Dad loved his old 1954 150 pickup. He babied it because he liked that old tuck an roll bench seat. I was wedged between the two men. He started the action by grabbing Tim's crotch. I even gave him a blowjob before we arrived at our fishing campsite. After we setup camp, we stripped off our clothes. We had Tim lie on a sleeping bag, so that I could kneel between his legs, and suck his cock. Dad got behind me, so that he could fuck my asshole. I swallowed Tim's cum, and Dad shot his load into my ass. Then we made adjustments so that I was on my back, and my knees were almost next to my ears. That way Tim could stand over me, and fuck my ass. Dad sat on my face, so that I could ream his asshole. Before we retired I got to fuck Uncle Tim. The next evening we managed to accomplish something I would have thought impossible. Tim lay on his back, so that I squatted over him, and impaled myself on his cock. When I lay back on Tim's belly, Dad approached me. He felt my balls, jacked me off for awhile, then he forced his cock into my asshole, along with Tim's. When Dad fucked me, he was stroking the underside of Tim's cock too. They both squirted their cum in me. Tim reamed my asshole afterwards. He got off on lapping up Dad's and his cum from my asshole. Dad had a nasty idea, after Tim finished reaming my ass, Dad stuck his cock back in my ass, and pissed in my ass. He actually gave me a warm piss enema. It was all I could do to get away from the campsite before I had to shit. I had to clean up in the cold stream, I felt turn about was fair play. I fucked Dad's ass while his younger brother sucked his cock. When I shot my load in his ass, I waited until my swelling went down enough, so that I could piss in his ass. Now it was his turn to waddle out of camp to relieve himself. We couldn't leave Tim out of the game. We pissed in his ass as soon as we needed to pee again. Tim and I became very close after that. I visited him as often as I could. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to whitewold999@icqmail.com