Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2001 06:43:29
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Brewsters Celebrate Penticton's Peach Festival"
  (t/b t/m b/m t/t incest)

Caution/Welcome.  This is a story involving four brothers, one preteen, one
thirteen-year-old and two fifteen-year-old twins who bond even closer with
their father as they celebrate Penticton's Peach Festival Days as only the
Brewster brothers can.  This story is posted at free gay adult story sites
for adult entertainment only.  Permission is not given to copy
electronically nor in any other form for the purpose of redistribution or
posting at sites other than those described here.  This is the
twenty-seventh story in the Brewster Boys special events and myths series.
Whether you are on holidays or engaging in your local community's
celebrations, the Brewster brothers remind you to always use a condom if
you want to keep on celebrating.  Peaches and other fruits along with
invitations to nudist camps, praise, and story ideas for 2002 can be sent
to the author, J.O.  Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

       THE BREWSTERS CELEBRATE PENTICTON'S PEACH FESTIVAL

  "We just about there yet?"
  "No, Bobby, not yet," his father and three brothers chorused for what had
to be the tenth time in the last hour.
  They were close though.  The boys had immediately remembered the steep,
twisting highway down into the Okanagan Valley at Osoyoos, and all four had
their noses pressed up against the windows of the family station wagon as
they competed to be the first to spot a familiar site.  Of course the
darkly-tanned, sweaty boys stripped to their shorts along the roadway had
nothing to do with it.
  "Oh wow, we are getting close!" exclaimed Benny.  "I remember this
place."
  "Oh yeah.  Is this where they have the dried fruit tour?"
  "No, that's at Okanagan Falls," Barry explained.  "This is Oliver.
Okanagan Falls is next, and then Penticton"
  "Can we take the tour when we get to Okanagan Falls?"
  "Not today.  But we will.  We will be spending six nights here," Barry
responded.
  "We'll be going to that candy place, won't we?"
  "Summerland Sweets at Summerland?"
  "Yeah!" the four boys chorused.
  "Of course."
  "And that chocolate place?"
  "Oh fu-, fu-, fucrying out loud yeah!" exclaimed Bobby.  "They got the
best chocolates in the world!"
  "Yes, we'll be going to Judy's Chocolates too," Barry promised, having
the same sweet tooth as his boys.
  "Oh maaaaaan!" exclaimed Brent as they passed several teenagers on the
side of the road.  The boys were wearing speedos, and they had rich, dark
tans.  For a few moments the boys' attention was diverted from food.
  "Hey, we're real close.  There is the lake, and there's that fruit stand!
Can we stop for some fruit, Dad?"
  "Yeah, please Dad!"
  Liking fresh fruit as much as he liked candy, Barry pulled over without
any need for coaxing.  Besides, when they'd lived in Canada they'd had many
holidays in the Okanagan, and it had become a family tradition to stop at
the fruit stand at the top of the hill before they arrived at Penticton.
They were soon on their way again, each now sinking his teeth into a fresh
peach and wiping the juice off their chins with the back of their hands,
Brenda not being there to ensure her boys all had paper napkins.
  "Hey, there's the Okanagan Game Farm!"
  "Oh sh-, sh-, shoot, I forgot about it!"
  "Remember the Sun-Rype Factory?"
  "Oh yeah, and all the free fruit juice samples!"
  "I can't wait to go on some wine tours," observed Brent.
  "Oh yeah, and all their free samples!" agreed Benny.
  "You can't wait to go on some wine tours?" asked Barry, glancing in the
rearview mirror at his sons.
  "Ah, ah, yeah, ah ."
  "They're way educational," observed Brent's twin brother Brett, quickly
coming to his brother's rescue.
  "And we know you like their samples," added Bobby.
  "Yeah.  That's what I meant about all their free samples," commented
Benny.  "For you."
  "Hey, there's the Skaha Beachcomber Campground."
  "How come we ain't camping there again, Dad?" asked Brett.
  "Yeah, how come?" asked his three brothers.  They'd been told several
times, but they knew it would distract their father and he'd forget Brent's
comment about the wine tours.
  "As I've told you, an old school chum of mine has a small campground on
the west side of Okanagan Lake on Naramanta Road and he's invited us to
stay there since Mom and the babies won't be joining us."
  "Is it right on the lake?"
  "No, but there is a beach near by, and we aren't that far that we can't
drive to Skaha."
  "Cool," said Brent, giving his brothers an appreciative glance at having
distracted their father.
  "Maybe we'll run into Ogopogo," Bobby mused, referring to the monster
serpent supposedly inhabiting Okanagan Lake.
  "That would be awesome," observed Benny, and the four boys thought of
their encounter with Big Foot almost a year ago in the Olympic forest of
Washington.
  "Now help me watch for Front Street."
  Half an hour later they pulled off the narrow Naramanta Road into
"Phillip's Peach Park".
  "The sign said this is a private campground," observed Bobby who'd been
riding in the front with his father.  "This isn't one of those snooty
places is it?" he asked with a look of concern, thinking of the snobbish
students he'd met from private schools and private camps.  That was not the
Brewster style.
  "No," responded Barry with a strange look that was not reassuring.  "It
just means it isn't open to the general public."
  "It said 'Private CO Campground' on the sign," observed Brent. "What's CO
mean?"
  "Clothing Optional," Barry replied, pulling up to the registration office
and turning to look at his boys.
  "A nudist campground?" asked Benny, the boys' source of all trivia
information regarding sex.
  "A nudist campground?" asked Bobby, his eyes growing wide as he looked
out the window.
  "I know the Hollis's are naturalists," Barry explained, looking at Brent,
"and some of their get togethers are in the nude, so I figured since you've
been seeing so much of Billy lately this might be a good opportunity for
you to find out a bit about nudism.  And I figured you boys are soon going
to be at that age where you're going to be curious about your bodies and
the changes you are experiencing, and about the bodies of other boys," he
observed, looking at Bobby and Benny.
  "A nudist campground?" repeated Bobby continuing to stare out the window
as his three brothers looked at their father innocently, figuring it best
not to tell him he was six years too late regarding their curiosity.
  "As I said, since Mom and the babies couldn't join us this holiday, I
thought it would be a good opportunity for you.  Just give it a try for the
night, and if you're too uncomfortable we can move to a different
campground tomorrow."
  "Sure, Dad, we'll give it a try for you," Brett said, placing a hand on
his shoulder.
  "Fu-, fu-, fu-, fucrying out loud yeah!" agreed Bobby.
  Accompanying their father to register, their eyes grew even wider when
they saw a handsome bare-chested man and a hot-looking fifteen-year-old boy
at the counter.
  "Barry!" shouted the man with obvious delight upon seeing him.  "You've
made it!  Wonderful!"  As he stepped out from behind the counter, the boys
were disappointed to find he was wearing shorts.  The man gave their father
a huge hug.  "And these have to be your boys," he observed, turning and
looking at the four boys.  "There's no question they have the look of the
Brewster about them."
  Barry introduced his boys, who politely nodded and smiled, and the man
introduced the fifteen-year-old boy behind the counter as his son Greg, who
again to the boys disappointment was wearing shorts.  However, as he sat
back down on the stool and raised his leg, it was evident he was commando,
and that he wanted the four boys to know.  "Like I said on the phone,
Phillip, we'll try it out.  But if the boys are uncomfortable ."
  "If they are anything like their ol'dad they're not going to be the least
bit uncomfortable," Phillip interrupted.  "And from what you were telling
me last time you were here, you're going to fit right in too.  I've
reserved you a corner site.  They're a bit bigger, and you have a bit more
privacy," he said, filling out the papers.  "Be sure you read the
campground rules carefully.  We don't have many, but we enforce them
strictly here.  And I'm sure you boys are already wondering," he continued
as he looked at Barry's sons.  "The peaches and pears on the branches
marked with ribbons are free for registered guests.  But only pick what you
can eat, and pick them carefully so you don't damage the trees."
  That wasn't what the boys were wondering, but it was great news.  It was
a small campground, with only two dozen sites, all of which would be filled
by the next evening.  As Barry drove to their site, the boys noticed that
besides the fact they were all naked, there were no women or girls and that
almost every campsite had one or more kids.
  "So, do we strip before we put up the tent?" asked Bobby excitedly as
they began to unpack the station wagon.
  "It isn't necessary," Barry advised.  "Remember clothing is optional.  It
isn't mandatory that you go naked"
  "Just didn't wanna be different," Bobby explained, glancing across the
road at the naked man lounging in a chair.  He was huge, and hairy.  "Big
Foot," he whispered to his brothers as he glanced at them, and the boys all
giggled.
  "I expect you boys to be on your best behaviour," Barry warned.
  "Yes, Dad," they all agreed.  They were not about to do anything that
might curtail their stay here!
  "That guy said you'd been here before," observed Benny.
  "That's right," Barry admitted, wondering if any of the boys had caught
that.  "Phillip started up the campground two years before we moved to the
States.  When we holidayed here, I stopped over to visit with him."
  "Cool."
  The boys quickly stripped down to their shorts, because of the heat of
course, and helped their father set up the tents, one for Barry and one for
the boys, and store their things away.  Barry started up the barbeque while
Brett read them the rules.  Like Phillip had said, there were not many, and
most were the standard campground rules about quiet hours and picking up
your litter.  There were a couple very unique ones.  One was access to the
pear and peach orchard which was Phillip and his lover's main source of
income and that he'd already explained to them.  Another was of course that
clothing was optional except in the store, where shorts and sandals or
other footwear were required.  The third was that photography was totally
prohibited, much to the boys' disappointment.
  With the hamburgers cooked, Barry knew the boys were itching to strip the
rest of the way.  Giving them the nod, they quickly chucked aside their
shorts and underwear, and after a bit of coaxing, Barry stripped down also.
Of course it was not the first time the boys had seen their father naked,
nor Barry his sons, but sitting there in the open air at their picnic table
and eating hamburgers in the raw was quite different from stripping down at
the pool.  Barry did have a flashback to another occasion where the five of
them were naked, triggered by the sight of them happily sitting there
chowing down on their burgers, but that he credited to having an overactive
imagination and the fact that it had been almost a week since he'd last had
sex with Brenda.
  After eating, they put on their swimsuits and grabbed some towels and
drove down to Three Mile Beach which was only a few minutes away.  Being a
small beach down the bottom of a steep set of steps, and the sand being a
lot coarser than the boys remembered at Skaha, they were disappointed until
they discovered that the smaller area on the right of the stairs and beyond
a large willow was a CO area for men and women.  That changed their
opinion, and they immediately chucked their suits and began checking
everyone out.  The beach being popular with the Okanagan's naturalist and
gay populations, there were plenty of men and boys coming and going to
check out.  There were a few women and girls too, which the boys also
checked out, mostly out of curiosity, and because it was not something they
had many opportunities to do.  The time passed by quickly.
  Returning to their campsite, the boys headed off to investigate the
playground and arcade while their father visited with some of the adults.
Barry, of course, had known that the campground was an all male nudist camp
and that a section of Three Mile Beach was reserved for nudists.  He'd also
known that Phillip was gay, and that the other campers there were either
gay or bi.  With his boys' recent interest and support of the homosexual
community back home, he had figured this would be an opportunity for them
to find out a bit more about that alternative lifestyle in safe
surroundings.  Phil had told him that those who came there were family men,
either married like himself or divorced or separated from their wives, some
of whom were now living with a lover.  Phillip had also told him that many
at the camp came there for the opportunity for father-son bonding, which
was especially important considering their sexual orientation.
  Figuring there could not be a more nurturing environment in which to bond
with his own sons, and initiate some discussion on the very sensitive topic
of sexuality, he'd seized the opportunity to take this holiday although he
did wish it could have been a few years later.  His boys were still a bit
too young for such exposure in his view.  What Phillip had neglected to
tell him and that the other adults did not mention his first night at the
camp because they assumed he knew, was that most of the fathers there
engaged in a very special type of bonding with their sons, and that there
was one event held at the campground that promoted and celebrated that type
of bonding.  The boys on the playground were not so shy, and the four
Brewster brothers were shocked and delighted at the news.
  "Oh maaaaan!" exclaimed Benny as the boys returned to their campsite.
"This place is so wicked!"
  "Fu-, fu-, fusure," stumbled Bobby.
  "Oh yeah!  Thanks for bringing us here," agreed the twins as they gave
their father a big hug.
  "Oh yeah," agreed their two younger brothers, joining in on the group
hug.
  "Can we roast some marshmallows, Dad?"
  "Oh yeah!  Can we?  Please?"
  "Very well," Barry agreed, "but you'll have to be especially careful."
  "Yeah, or we could have roasted weenies instead," giggled Bobby, causing
his brothers to laugh.
  "And toasted buns," added Brent, causing them to giggle all the more.
  Barry smiled.  He would have to have a serious talk with his boys, but
for tonight, he decided it was best to just let them be boys.
  The next day, Wednesday, was a busy day.  Getting up early, the Brewster
clan headed off to the Radio Astrophysical Observatory, something that
interested all of them but especially Bobby and Brett.  From there they
headed to the Okanagan Game Farm where they spent the rest of the morning
observing the animals.  After a picnic lunch of baloney sandwiches, fresh
fruit and candy bars their father had packed and several more hours at the
farm, they headed to Sudbury Beach on Skaha Lake where they had spent many
summers growing up.  They spent the rest of the afternoon swimming, diving
off the floating dock, and playing in the sand.  After stopping in at
Boston Pizza, they headed for the midway and the rides, ending the day with
the eleven o'clock fireworks.  By the time they got back to their campsite
the boys were exhausted, but not that exhausted that they didn't have the
energy to look up Greg and a couple other new friends for an evening jerk
circle before returning to their tent and drifting off to sleep.  It had
been a totally awesome, fun-filled day.
  Thursday was another full day with the clan heading back down to Okanagan
Falls for a tour of the Okanagan Dried Fruits factory to start off the day,
and of course buying several cases of "Sunshine Kids" dried fruit snacks
and a box of twenty-four cherry fruit bars, a confection made of a cherry
fruit snack and yogurt coated with almonds and crisped rice.  After Barry
assured the boys he did not want to try the jump at Bungy World despite
their offer to take his picture, they returned to Penticton and took in the
Reptile Rendezvous House.  They finally had to drag Bobby away or the
eleven-year-old would have spent the day there.  That afternoon they went
tubing down the river channel, another old favourite from past holidays,
and then swung by Judy's Chocolates to stock up on sweets, another
favourite family custom.
  That afternoon from four to eight was the annual Rotary sand castle
competition.  While planning for the trip the boys had originally planned
on burying their dad and constructing one giant and detailed sand penis,
but then they saw a commercial on television with a bunch of guys making a
sand statue of Michelangelo's David, which they thought would be even more
awesome.  It was soon clear that they were way out of their league compared
to some of the contestants and they gave up and wandered around looking at
the creations instead.
  "I hope you boys weren't too disappointed," Barry consoled as they headed
back to the campsite.
  "Heck no," replied Brent, and his brothers quickly agreed.
  "I figured all along that TV commercial was fake," observed Brett.
"There's no way they could make a statue that big out of just sand."
  "Besides, we wanna be back at the campsite by nine," added Benny.
  "Oh yeah!" the boys all agreed.
  "Why?" Barry asked.
  "For the Peach Park Perpendicular Pecker Hour," explained Benny.  "We are
going, aren't we?"
  "Oh.  Ah.  Well.  I guess.  If you boys want to," Barry replied.  He
remembered seeing the event mentioned in one of the flyers he'd received
when he'd registered, but he really had not had time to look at it, and
besides, it sounded too risque for the boys, and he didn't intend on doing
anything without them on this holiday.  When he'd made that resolve back
home, he'd had no idea just how close they were going to become on this
vacation.  "Are you sure you boys are permitted to attend?"
  "Fu-, fu-, fusure," Bobby replied, as he looked at his brothers, and all
four looked at Barry as if he had suddenly turned purple or something.
Sometimes they could not figure out their dad.
  By the time they arrived back at their site and stripped, it was almost
nine o'clock.  Arriving at the tent where the event was being held, Barry
was surprised to find at least two-thirds of the campers were there.  They
were sitting in clusters on the ground in a semi-circle around half a dozen
tumbling mats.  Many had brought blankets and pillows to sit on.  Barry and
the boys had barely gotten settled when Phillip closed the flap of the tent
and made his way to the front of the semicircle of men and boys.  Barry
could not help noticing that he looked just as sexy now as he had back when
they were kids.
  "Welcome to the first night of the Peach Park Perpendicular Pecker Hour,"
he greeted with a huge smile.  "It is great to see so many of you here to
cheer on our performers.  Tonight we have three performances.  But before
we begin, let me remind you of the guidelines that I know you've all read
in the promotional flyer you received when you registered."  He smiled and
several of the members chuckled, including Barry.  He was not the only one
who'd given it a quick glance.
  "The Peach Park Perpendicular Pecker Hour began three years ago with a
group of fathers and sons getting together one evening and deciding to show
each other their favourite way of turning each other on.  It was all just
some good fun to provide some simple good ol'time entertainment.  The next
year those who returned to the campground wanted to do it again and even
more joined in, and so it's been each year.  Even though it has grown in
numbers, the purpose is still the same, to provide some simple
entertainment.  It isn't a contest and there are no winners or losers
because the whole idea is to entertain those watching, and having fun doing
it.
  Now with that in mind, we expect a lot of cheering and encouragement from
the audience for all of our participants, but I'd ask you keep the talking
to a minimum out of courtesy to them, and if you don't want to stay for the
whole evening, I'd ask that you leave between performances.  As I said, we
have three father-son teams tonight.  Remember the deadline for signing up
is at nine a.m. each day.  So, with no further ado, let the games begin."
  As Phillip sat down with his son Greg and lover Norm, a boy about a year
older than Benny and a man in his late thirties entered the tent from the
back flap.  Both were fully dressed, which looked unusual considering
everyone else was naked.  Turning and facing each other, the man bent over
and the two kissed, softly and tenderly.  That alone caused several in the
audience to feel a stirring between their legs.  As they continued to kiss,
they began to caress each other, and to slowly unbutton each other's shirts
and slide them off.  They were both wearing white sleeveless T's, which
they proceeded to slip over each other's heads.  Both were darkly tanned
and had light brown hair.  The boy had just the beginnings of the finest
wisps of hair in his pits, and the hair on the man's chest was also fine
and densest around his nipples.  As Barry watched the two caress each
other's backs and run their fingers over each other's chests, he felt his
dick begin to swell.  An image of Benny brushing his lips against his and
kissing him flashed through his mind.  Barry shook his head.  The image had
been so real he could have sworn it was a memory.
  As the boy unzipped his father's shorts and unbuckled his belt, Barry's
attention returned to the performance.  So, this was going to be a father
son striptease.  He wondered how far they were going to go.  Slipping out
of his sandals, the man steadied himself by placing a hand on his son's
shoulder as he raised one leg and then the other and the boy pulled off his
socks and he stepped out of his shorts.  He was wearing a pair of plaid Joe
Boxers.  He then slowly and seductively removed his son's shorts, revealing
the boy was wearing an identical pair of underwear, which many in the
audience felt was a great touch.
  Every man and boy in the audience held their breath as the two reached
out, and at the same time and speed, drew down each other's boxers.  Both
had deeply tanned cheeks, indicating they spent a lot of time nude and in
the sun.  Barry thought it had been a particularly great performance, and
was ready to clap when he discovered they were not yet done.  The two
kissed again, and caressed each other, and their hands slowly dropped to
caress each other's butts.  With one arm about his father, the boy reached
up and ran his fingers through the hair on his dad's chest, and an image of
Brent doing the same to him flashed through Barry's mind.  It was not the
first time.  Over the past year he'd thought about each of his boys doing
that, usually as he'd showered, or sometimes just before drifting off to
sleep.
  Up until then he'd been focussing on the two performers, but as they
reached down and cupped each other's balls, they crossed that boundary
between artistry and eroticism, between the acceptable and the taboo.
Glancing at his boys, he was not surprised to see them staring with rapt
attention at the two on the tumbling mats and he wondered what he should
do.
  They'd been told not to leave during a performance, but he'd had no idea
that this was what the performance was going to be.  To leave now would be
rude, and would give his sons the wrong impression, but not in his wildest
dreams had he imagined they would be exposed to something this intimate at
the campground.
  The two continued to kiss as they fondled each other, and slowly they
became erect.  Barry fidgeted with his own arousal, and his embarrassment
for his sons.  He could not believe they were actually watching a father
caressing his son's stiff organ, or the young boy reverently stroking his
dad's dong.  Each looked down at what he was doing and what was being done
to him as they slowly jerked each other off.  Their motions were tender and
gentle, and there was no doubt about the love between the two of them.  A
mix of emotions passed through Barry.  He had lived his entire life in a
society that made sex between relatives other than a man and wife illegal,
and had been raised in a religion that said it was a sin.  He understood
the historical taboo against sex between relatives of the opposite sex and
between individuals of the same sex.  Inbreeding ultimately resulted in
deformities, and homosexuality resulted in no children at all, both threats
to early societies with high death rates.
  Society and religions had changed though, and especially these past
twenty years.  There still were countries where homosexuality was illegal,
but in most of those countries so were a lot of other things that were
legal in the civilized world, including some basic rights of women and
children and things as simple as seeing a woman's face and playing cards.
Even religions had softened their stand on homosexuality, and some even
supported gay marriages.  People had changed too.  They were healthier, and
puberty was occurring at a younger and younger age.  Many countries had
recognized that and had lowered the age of consent accordingly.
Pornography laws had also undergone considerable liberalization during his
lifetime.  What his boys could legally see and hear on television, on their
CD's, and in the theatre today twenty years ago had been prohibited even
for him to see or hear as an adult, and what had been permissible for him
twenty years ago had been available only through the black market for his
father.
  There were few clear-cut rules, and issues were tremendously emotional
and controversial.  Abortionists clashed with anti-abortionists; gay,
lesbian and bisexual support groups like PFLAG clashed with groups like
Focus on the Family which promoted traditional family values; extremists
like the Westboro Baptist church clashed with extremists at the other end
of the spectrum like the Metropolitan Community Church; and even within the
gay community groups like NAMBLA supporting sex between men and boys
clashed with those who promoted age restrictions.  Exactly what those age
restrictions should be and even if they should be the same for boys as
girls nobody was presently able to agree.  Not even everyone agreed sex
between fathers and sons should be taboo.
  Barry, of course, had his own opinions, and like the society he was
living in, he had struggled to arrive at them.  Agreeing to camp at
Phillip's campground was a good example.  He personally believed in nudism
for all ages and both sexes, though he'd never had the opportunity to
practice it himself except for some private outings with his buddies.
Despite his belief, he had never had the courage to suggest to Brenda they
spend a day at Three Mile Beach, and he had been hesitant about bringing
his sons to Peach Park.  Unlike the Hollis's, he was not so open about his
belief even though it was perfectly legal.
  As for the issue of homosexuality, although he felt no prejudice against
those who practised an alternate life style and was proud of his sons'
efforts to promote the Scouting for All movement and their most recent
promotion of Gay Pride Day, he had avoided discussing homosexuality with
them.  Even though he'd had more than a few homosexual experiences himself
as a teenager and as a married man, knowing that Phillip was gay and those
at the campground would be gay or bisexual had caused him to seriously
debate if he should bring his sons to the campground and expose them to
that type of lifestyle.  The last thing he wanted to do was to do anything
that would influence their own orientation.
  The issues around nudism and homosexuality he had eventually worked out,
although when he'd pulled into the campground Tuesday evening those deeply
imbedded doubts had returned.  Underlying those doubts was something much
deeper however, something he had constantly postponed facing.  Always
having been one who had dared to challenge the established authority on
things, even as a child, he'd always had a liberal attitude about sex and a
vivid imagination.  When he was twelve, he'd drawn an adult version of the
Batman and Robin comic book which his mother had found and had tried to
curb by telling him the lump of coal in his sock was a sign of Santa's
displeasure over the obscene comic.  She had not been successful.  He'd
simply become more careful where he'd left his drawings, and if anything,
his curiosity about the forbidden grew.  His mother would have been shocked
if she'd known some of the things he'd dabbled in with his buddies,
including Phillip.
  His modest collection of "men's" magazines under his bed explored the
many so-called non-vanilla aspects of sexuality and attested to his
continued curiosity throughout his teen and adult life.  The vivid
fantasies which he used to enrich his jerk off sessions when it was not
possible to have sex with Brenda was a further testament to his wild
imagination.  One of those fantasies, which had begun with the birth of the
twins, and which had been occurring more and more regularly since last
father's day, almost as if they were flashbacks, was having sex with his
boys.  Those were his two biggest secrets, and he had not yet to come to
terms with them.  He had faced many things in his life, but his interest in
the less traditional facets of sex, and in his own sons, were not two of
them.  Now, there he was, with his boys, at a nudist camp, watching a
father and son jacking each other off and he did not know if he should be
feeling aroused or guilty.
  The moans of the two performers had become louder, and from the sounds
they were making and from the expressions on their faces, they were
thoroughly enjoying their performance, and had clearly forgotten they even
had an audience.  The young boy was licking his lips, which were
delightfully rosy and tender looking, and he was staring down at his and
his father's crotches with clouded, half-lidded eyes.  His father's chest
was rising and falling visibly as the man inhaled and exhaled deeply with
arousal.  The two of them squirmed and twisted with their approaching
orgasms as their fists slowly and methodically pumped each other's now
throbbing cock.
  They finally erupted, almost simultaneously.  The boy's hot, young seed
blasted up in the air, striking his father in the chest and clinging to his
curly hair.  The father shot almost as high, and his thick white juice
oozed down his son's smooth chest and over his flat belly.  Shot after shot
erupted out of their cocks and the unique fragrance of cum spread across
the room of heavily breathing men and boys.  Finally spent, the son and
father embraced, pressing their sticky bodies together as they kissed and
the audience burst into applause.
  "That was wicked," Benny said approvingly as the two disappeared behind
the curtain.
  "Ah, yes it was," Barry agreed hesitantly, avoiding looking down at his
son's crotch.  "I think we'd better go now."
  "Now?" his four boys asked in surprise.
  "You heard what they said about leaving only between performances."
  "But they got two more yet."
  "That will make it pretty late, and we got a big day planned for
tomorrow."
  "Aw, com'on, Dad.  Just one more?" Benny pleaded.
  "Yeah, one more, Dad?  Pleeeease?"
  Barry never could resist those big eyes and sorrowful looks of his sons.
Besides, to leave would be telling the boys he disapproved of watching
others have sex, or of fathers and sons having sex, which would be lies,
besides promoting the same type of negativity about sex as he'd grown up
with.  Before he could think of a better reason for leaving, the second
participants entered.  These two were naked, the man carrying a lawn chair
and the boy a stool.  The boy was about fifteen, five-foot-seven, a
hundred-and-forty-five pounds, with brown hair and brown eyes.  His father
was about four inches taller and had the same brown hair and eyes.  His
chest was broad and bulged with muscle and he had thick biceps and a solid
six pack.  Barry had seen him driving about the campsite in a large new 4 x
4 wearing a baseball cap and smoking a Sherlock Holmes type of pipe.  He
understood the man was a divorced long distance truck driver who was home
schooling his son on the road.  The man had a thick, impressive looking
sausage and low- hung balls, but what was even more striking were his
thick, hairy thighs and calves and his long, wide, meaty feet.
  "Holy shit," whispered Bobby.  "He's got feet even bigger than yours
Brent!"
  "Oh maaaaan," Benny whispered.  "You could water ski without skis with
feet that size!"
  Sitting down on the lawn chair and putting his feet up on the stool, the
man smiled at his son as he sat down on the tumbling mat with a leg on each
site of the stool.
  Taking his daddy's right foot and wrapping his hands about the wide ankle
just above the bone, he began to massage it.  He tightened and relaxed his
fingers as he worked them around in a circle above the bone, and then
reversed his direction, gently at first, and then more firmly.  After doing
his left foot, the boy slowly and gently ran his fingertips in concentric
circles over the protruding ankle bone on the outside of each foot
simultaneously.  Working across the front of his father's foot, he
similarly massaged the ankle bone on the inside of each foot and then began
to work down along the sides of his father's wide, fleshy foot toward his
toes.
  The boy's father leaned back in his chair and sighed.  There were many
ways in which one person can please another, and in which a son can please
his father, and that was what the evening was all about, sons and fathers
pleasing each other.  You could sense every man and boy in the audience
beginning to relax.  Grasping his father's large toe with his thumb on the
outside and his fingers between his large and second toe, the boy looked up
at his father seductively as he slid his fingers up his toe to the nail and
back down again, much in the manner that a young boy might fiddle with
himself.  That was exactly the impression he gave, and several in the
audience felt their cocks begin to swell once again.
  The man's feet were wide and his toes were spaced apart, especially the
first and second, and the second and third toes.  Raising his father's
right foot as he bent over, the boy ran his tongue along the underside of
his father's toes, beginning with the outermost tips, and then running his
tongue back along the centre of the fat digits and finally back along the
crevice between the toes and the pad of his foot.  Saliva quickly filled
his mouth, and he pursed his lips and dribbled a small amount over the top
of each digit.  As his saliva slowly ran down and between each toe, his
father's cock began to rise, and so did the cocks of many of those
watching.
  Slipping his mouth over his father's largest and second largest toe, he
sucked in, sucking back in his saliva which had basted his father's toes.
Several of the men sighed, and more than one had begun to leak pre-cum.
Running his tongue over his dad's largest toe, he traced the four sides of
his nail, and then ran his tongue along the bulbous tip and under it.  He
licked down to where his toe joined his foot and then up along the outer
side and back down the other, wedging his tongue between the large and
second toe.  Moving on to the second, he gave it the same thorough lick,
nail, underside, and then the right and left sides.  He worked from the
smallest to the largest toe of the one foot, and then did the same with the
other foot.
  He then began to lick the sole of his father's foot, which caused his
father's cock to begin to leak pre-cum.  Running his tongue over the fleshy
pad, he licked down the inner edge of his father's sole, and then licked
back up to the long, fat toe beside the largest, only to reverse his
direction and lick back down.  So he continued to lick up and down the
man's meaty foot from toe to heel for the other three toes and then did the
same to his left foot.
  His father squirmed and spread apart his toes in delight.  When the boy
slipped his mouth over his father's large toe and looked up at him as he
began to suck, several men in the audience could hold back no longer and
ejaculated right there in front of everyone.
  The boy and his father were highly aroused by then also.  Sliding the
stool back and sitting up on it, the boy took his father's fleshy feet and
placed them on either side of his hot, slender teenage cock.  The man's
wide, meaty feet totally enveloped the boy's dick.  The boy began to rock
back and forth, rubbing his cock against his father's soles, and it only
took a minute before he could hold back no more and with a gasp and
satisfied sigh, he shot off like a little geyser, his cum shooting up
between his father's toes and falling back down to ooze between them and
down the backs.  Feeling his son's hot, creamy load flowing over his feet,
the father heaved his hips upward and blasted off also, his cum shooting
high in the air and landing on the mat between his legs.
  The boy and his trucker father received an even longer and louder round
of applause and everyone took a break to cool down.  The third and last
participants for the day was a foursome, a father and his lover and their
two sons, aged thirteen and fifteen.  Although it was hot watching the two
men being stimulated by the two boys, and then seeing the two boys being
fucked by their two dads, it was everyone's consensus that the hottest
performance of the day had been the boy and his trucker dad.
  "Oh maaaaan," sighed Benny as they returned to their campsite.  "That was
so wicked!"
  "Oh yeah," agreed his three brothers.
  "Did you like it, Dad?" asked Bobby.
  "Well," said Barry, feeling most uncomfortable.  "Yes, it was wicked, as
you say," he began lamely.  "I certainly didn't have any idea that was what
we were going to see."
  "Didn't you read the flyer about it?" asked Brett.
  "No, I'm afraid I didn't," Barry confessed.
  "Then it must have really been a surprise," giggled Bobby, and they all
had to laugh.
  "Well, I'm glad you let us go," said Brent, wrapping his arm about his
father and giving him a big hug.
  "Oh yeah," agreed his three brothers, and they quickly moved in for a hug
too.
  "Well," said Barry, feeling more relaxed.  "You boys want a snack before
you go to bed?"
  The boys all looked at each other.  "Yeah!" they said together.
  "What would you like?"
  "Daddy feet," the said in unison.
  "Huh!" Barry responded in surprise, suddenly becoming very uncomfortable
again.  "That isn't what I had in mind."
  "Aw, com'on, Dad," urged Brent.  "It'll be great."
  "Oh yeah.  That looked so hot!"
  "Well, boys, watching is one thing, but doing is very different," Barry
responded as he desperately tried to think what to do.
  "Oh yeah!" the boys agreed, taking a very different meaning than Barry
had meant.
  "Com'on," Brett urged, taking his dad by the hand and pulling him toward
their tent.  He was quickly joined by his three brothers.
  "Ah, boys, this is serious," Barry objected as he was drawn over to their
tent.
  "Sh-, sh-, sh-, awh fuckit, shit yeah," Bobby agreed.
  Highly aroused from the evening's performances, and having a more
pressing and serious problem facing him, Barry chose not to reprimand his
youngest for his language.  "Boys, really, we need to talk," said Barry as
his boys dragged and pushed him into their tent.
  "Kay," one of the twins said, though he was not sure which one.  He knew
it was either Brent or Brett because their voices were deeper than their
two brothers.  As they lay down on the sleeping bags and the four naked
boys snuggled up to him, he felt desire beginning to swell up between his
legs.
  "Really," he said, trying to sit up but finding it impossible to move
with the four boys' arms about him.  "Men and boys having sex with each
other," he began as he felt the boys shifting around in the dark tent and
then several pair of hot hands his legs.
  "Is totally wicked," finished Benny.
  Barry knew it was Benny because his voice cracked and suddenly went high,
causing his three brothers to giggle in amusement.
  "It sure is," agreed Bobby, trying to make the same effect, causing even
more laughter.
  "Very funny," observed Benny.
  "Seriously," Barry continued.  The boys had turned around and he found
his head surrounded by four pairs of young boy feet and felt several pair
of hands sliding down his calves.  "Boys," he said more sharply, "really,
we need to talk about dads having sex with their sons."
  "Can't Dad."
  "Why not?"
  "We ain't supposta talk with our mouths full," came the giggle.
  Barry felt a couple lips envelop his toes, and as the boys shuffled into
a better position, four pairs of lips.  "Boys, boys," he objected, reaching
down to stop them and finding several smooth, naked butts.
  "Mmmph," came the reply, along with chuckles and giggles and the butt he
had his hand on wiggled.
  Well, Barry decided, finding it impossible to sit up with four boys
laying on him, at least it was just his feet.  When you really thought
about it, it was no different from the five of them having a tickling
match, something they used to do a lot of when the boys were younger, and
which he suddenly realized he missed.  Really, there was nothing illegal
about boys licking and sucking their father's feet, or immoral, and they
were having fun.  Nor to his knowledge were there any laws forbidding a dad
from licking his son's feet he figured as one of Brent's feet swung in
front of his eyes.  He knew it was Brent's because he had the largest feet
of the four boys, and they had a unique odour, not unpleasant, but enticing
in a way, almost like a mild cheese, something which he knew his brothers
always teased him about.  He reached up and holding the wiggling leg
steady, he ran his tongue along the sole, causing its owner to wiggle and
shriek.
  "What's goin' on?" came a voice.
  "Dad's licking my foot," replied Brent.
  "Awesome!"
  "Way to go Dad!"
  "You're the coolest!"
  "Mmmhuh," came a fourth voice, obviously Bobby's as he sucked on his
father's large toe.
  With that type of encouragement, what father could resist?  Barry decided
he might just as well enjoy himself.  They were just having fun.  Bunching
a couple pillows under his head, he began licking Brent's toes, running his
tongue from the smooth, soft pad of his foot up along the underside of each
toe.  At the same time he felt a large toe running along his right cheek
and his jaw line, and a slightly smaller foot running along his other
cheek.  Obviously it was Brett and Benny.  A still smaller foot was
stroking his chest.  Along with being stroked by four boy feet, four hot,
hungry boys were attacking his, sucking on his toes, worming their tongues
between them, and licking the backs of his feet.  Barry did not know it of
course, but this was not the first time the boys had so enjoyed themselves.
  Each of the boys was thinking back to Father's Day just over a year ago
and the fun they'd had with their dad.  Feeling his course beard against
their tender toes, Brett and Benny sucked on their father's feet all the
harder and wondered when they'd start getting facial hair.  Feeling his dad
licking the sensitive sole of his foot caused Brent to squirm and lap at
his father's sole all the more eagerly.  Copying his father's actions was
so hot.  He felt his dick starting to swell and he pressed his smooth,
naked body against his dad.  As for Bobby, the smell and taste of his
father's feet and rubbing his toes against his nipple and causing it to
become firm caused his little dicklet to begin to swell also.  The memory
of their earlier experience with their father, and sucking and licking his
big feet was having a similar effect on Benny and Brett.
  His own memory having been blocked by Brent's spell, Barry believed this
was his first time with his boys.  That was creating a mix of feelings.
The openness and eagerness of the boys was highly erotic, and he thought
back to his boyhood and how eager and open he had been about sex back then,
any type of sex.  Those were wonderful memories and his cock began to swell
even more as he thought back when sex was new and mysterious and there were
no hangups.  The boys' unabashed desire and their energy was contagious,
and as he felt the blood racing through his body he felt good.  Living in a
society where he was constantly bombarded with the fact that father-son sex
was illegal and sinful, he could not help having guilt feelings, but the
pleasure he was feeling and the obvious delight and willingness of his boys
soon blocked those feelings out.  How could one feel guilty about something
that felt so good, and that his boys were so clearly enjoying?
  The boys were enjoying themselves.  They enjoyed anything that involved
sex, and they enjoyed anything that involved their dad, so putting the two
together was super good.  That he was going to be able to remember this
experience made it all the better, though the secret they shared about last
father's day had given that adventure its unique pleasure too.  Actually,
every adventure the boys had ever had was memorable and thoroughly
enjoyable.  As the four of them licked their father's now wet feet, running
their tongues between his toes and through each other's spittle, their
dicks stiffened out with arousal and they squirmed with delight.
  Barry was enjoying the experience too.  Having his four sons sucking and
licking his feet, and feeling their four naked bodies pressing against him
was unbelievably arousing.  Their flesh was so smooth and so hot, and what
they were doing was so erotic his heart was beginning to race.  As the boys
shifted and he felt a hot, slender probe slide across his body and another
prod him, he knew his four boys had gotten erections, and that thought
combined with his already growing arousal resulted in his cock springing up
also.  The boys soon discovered that they'd gotten their dad stiff, and
they purposefully pressed their bodies closer to him to feel his hot, hard
man cock against their flesh.  The small tent filled with the scent of hot
sweaty boys and with the muskiness of male sex.  As Brent's foot slipped
from Barry's mouth another was there to replace it.  Five pairs of toes
expanded and contacted with arousal.  Young boy feet stroked the stubble on
Barry's cheeks and young tender toes ran through the hairs on his chest.
Hot young boys pressed up against him as they licked and sucked and stroked
his feet, their stiff boy cocks seeming so large and so hot in the dark
tent.
  Barry was not totally surprised at the size of his boys' cocks as they
pressed up against him and rubbed.  They were, after all, Brewsters, and
being well endowed was one of the less publically known Brewster traits.
Those four stiff members were, however, unquestionable evidence that his
boys were not children any longer, not even young Bobby.  His four sons
were hot, randy sexual beings, feeling the same desires and needs as he
was, with the same hot blood pulsating through their veins.  That thought
was so erotic Barry suddenly felt the first of his pre- cum ooze out of his
aching cock.
  "Ah, boys," Barry gasped.  "We have to stop.  Boys, really."  He fought
back the desire that was building in his loins and he tried to sit up, but
with four hot, squirming, naked boys on top of him, that was not going to
happen.  "Boys!  You know what happens if a man gets too aroused.  You saw
what happened to the fathers tonight," Barry warned.  He could feel his
sons' hot breaths on his feet, their hot hands stroking his thighs, the
sides of his butt.  He could feel their hot, throbbing cocks rubbing
against his body, their smooth cheeks brushing along his calves, the twin's
long hair sweeping over his toes.
  "If you don't stop immediately I won't be able to hold it back.  I mean
it.  Boys, you don't realize what's going to happen.  Oh.  Boys!  Ahh!"
  Barry clenched his eyes and tried to will back what he knew he could not
stop.  With a feeling of immense pleasure, embarrassment, satisfaction and
regret, Barry groaned and stretched out as he felt an uncoiling deep in his
groin and his cum surge up his nine-inch cock and shoot out into the
darkness to land he knew not where.  Never could he remember shooting so
furiously.  Shot after shot spurted out of his throbbing cock, which having
nobody holding it in place, thrashed about like a fire hose.  Hot cum
struck his stomach.  A streamer of cum fell across his thigh.  He could not
recall coming so copiously since he was a randy young teenager.
  Another wad of cum struck his tight, hairy balls and another laced across
his chest.  As another streamer laced his thigh and another his calf, he
realized he'd stopped squirting, but hot shots of cum continued to strike
him.  His boys were coming too!  He shuddered with the thought of them
emptying their young balls, of them enjoying the same pleasure of
ejaculation as he was.  He also realized that just as they were coming all
over him, so he had probably sprayed them, and so they were spraying each
other.
  Laying there in a tangle in the dark there was no way of knowing who had
come on whom.  His boys clung to him as if for support as their young,
smooth bodies trembled with their climaxes and they gasped and groaned in
ecstasy.  Even Bobby, easily identified in the dark by his size, was
quivering and moaning, evidently having a dry orgasm.  The thought of his
youngest laying there naked, his body streaked with his cum and that of his
brothers, and his little dicklet throbbing and jerking uncontrollably with
the greatest pleasure a man can know, caused Barry's still stiff cock to
jerk with arousal.
  "Oh maaaaan!  That was so fuckin' hot!" someone sighed.
  "Oh fuck yeah!"
  "Totally fuckin' wicked!"
  "Fuckin' right!"
  "You can say that again," agreed Barry with a sigh, unable to deny it had
been fantastic.
  "Oh maaaaan!  That was so fuckin' hot!"
  "Oh fuck yeah!" came a giggle.
  "Totally fuckin' wicked!" one of the boys repeated with a definite laugh.
  "Fuckin' right!" repeated the fourth, and all four collapsed in a
quivering mass of giggles.
  Even Barry had to chuckle.  It had been totally awesome, and under the
circumstances, the boys could not be faulted for their vocabulary.  As they
lay there, totally spent, their bodies laced with drying cum, he framed in
his mind what he had to say to his boys about what they'd just done, about
sex, about a lot of things.  He never did.  It had been an exhausting day,
and a particularly exhausting evening.  Within minutes he'd fallen asleep,
and so had his boys.  When he awoke, the sun was shining in their tent and
the day was already warming up.
  One by one his sons woke.  In the light of the day you could see dried
flecks of cum on their arms and legs and torsos, even on their cheeks.
Barry once again began to compose what he had to say.
  "That was wicked last night," Brent said with a stretch and a yawn.
Barry noticed the boy had the beginnings of the finest pit hair and to his
dismay he felt a tremor of arousal ripple up his limp penis.
  "Oh yeah, totally," agreed Benny.
  "You were totally awesome, Dad," Brett said, looking at his father
appreciatively.
  "Oh yeah," agreed his three brothers.
  "You're the best dad in the world," announced Bobby, giving his naked
father a hug.
  "You bet!" agreed his three brothers as they joined in the hug.
  "And you boys are the greatest," Barry responded.  With that type of
uninhibited, guiltless greeting, what more could a father say?  His lecture
about sex would have to wait.  As he headed off for a shower, he was not
the only father with a happy grin that morning.
  Returning to their campsite, he started breakfast while the boys took
their showers.
  To their dismay, the Briggs brothers were there.  The three boys had been
strutting around the campsite, posing and flexing to show off their muscles
ever since the Brewsters had arrived.  They had good cause.  They were
big-boned, like their father, and had to work out regularly from the size
of their biceps and thighs.  They were uncut and better hung than most,
something else they were smug about, and the older two already had the
beginnings of body hair.  Like their father they shaved the sides of their
heads, and wore their dirty-blond hair in a crewcut.  Also like their
father they had ruddy cheeks and small eyes and pug-like noses which gave
them a rugged look despite their young age.
  "So, you guys and your dad gonna entertain everyone one of these nights?"
asked Wally, the older of the boys as he and his two brothers stepped up on
either side of the twins at the urinals.
  Brent and Brett shrugged.
  "Some of the fathers think it'd be hot seeing you two blondies getting it
on with your dad," he observed.
  "We haven't decided yet."
  "You afraid of working up a little sweat?"
  "Maybe they're afraid of breaking a nail," suggested Frankie, as he
flipped his wrist and batted his eyelashes.  He was the youngest, a year
older than Bobby
  "Yeah.  Bet you cream puffs are all dainty and sweet," observed his
oldest brother.
  "Who you calling cream puffs?" asked Bobby as he glared at the three of
them.
  "Who do you think, Pillsbury boy?"
  "By the way, we been wondering," said the third boy, Michael, who was
between the ages of the other two, "you two look like your dad, but you two
look totally different.  You adopted or something?"
  "No they ain't," replied Benny angrily, "and even if they were, that
don't make no difference."
  "Yeah, well, if ya wanna see something hot, come watch our performance
with our dad tonight. It's gonna be the hottest performance you'll see all
week."
  "Com'on guys, we gotta go help Dad train," said the oldest
  "For tonight?" asked Bobby.
  "Of course not, dumbo.  For the Ironman Triathlon."
  "The what athon?"
  "The Ironman Triathlon on the twenty-sixth.  Our dad came in second last
year, and he's gonna win this year."
  "You dunces don't even know what that is, do you?"
  "It's a race," replied Brett.
  "Not just a race.  It's a race for men, real men.  You gotta swim
thirty-eight hundred metres, then bike 180 kilometres, and then run
forty-two kilometres, all in one day."
  "Our dad's a great swimmer, and runner."
  "And he won our town's bike race."
  "Oh yeah?  Mustn't have been any competition from the looks of your dad."
  "What you mean by that?" challenged the boys.
  "He don't look like no athlete."
  "To be honest he looks like he's got a bit of a gut," observed the
youngest.  "Like most of the dads here."
  "Yeah, well he won, and there were guys half his age there."
  "And it was twenty-five miles."
  "Twenty-five miles?" snorted the oldest.  "That's a piece of cake."
  "That's what Dad said," replied Bobby.
  "Yeah, whatever.  Com'on guys, we gotta go.  You wanna see some real he
man fucking, you come watch us tonight."
  After a hearty breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast, they headed north to
tour Summerland Sweets at Summerland, the Sun-Rype Factory at Kelowna, and
the Mission Hill Winery where the boys managed to sneak some wine samples
themselves while offering to help pass the glasses to the adults.  That
afternoon they spent at the Wild and Wet Amusement Park in Kelowna and
returned to Penticton to take in a few rides at the midway, being sure to
return to the campground in plenty of time for the evening performances.
  The Biggs family was up first.  Their father, Walter, was a large man,
six-foot tall and two-hundred pounds, all solid muscle, with a blue eagle
tattooed on each forearm.  He was hairy, even hairier than Barry, with a
dark black moustache and well-trimmed beard and short hair that was
beginning to recede at the temples.  He was wearing a studded leather arm
band about his biceps, a leather and chain harness, and thick chain
anklets.  His three boys were dressed identically with studded dog collars,
rawhide straps about their wrists and ankles, and studded leather belts
from which hung short chains.  The oldest boy, who was sixteen, had already
begun developing a bit of a moustache and beard and he had tufts of chest
hair at the V of his neck and around his nipples.  He and his younger
brother Michael had thick pit hair.  All four of them were glistening with
sweat, evidently having been exercising before the performance.
  They wasted no time.  While Michael ran his fingers through his dad's
thick mat of hair and began to caress his nipples, Wally opened up a jar
containing motor oil and dipped his middle finger in it.  As he ran his
finger up and down his dad's hairy crack, the youngest boy dipped the
fingers of his right hand in the oil and began to stroke his dad's cock,
which quickly responded to the caresses of the three boys.  Wally dipped
his middle finger in the oil again, and this time slipped his finger up his
dad's asshole and began to finger fuck it.  They soon had their father
erect and they knew his uncut cock, over seven inches long and three
fingers thick, was longer and fatter than most dad's.  The boys had gotten
hard also, and it was easy to see where they'd gotten their blunt, thick
cocks from.  Their brute masculinity had several in the audience hard
already also.
  Climbing up on his dad, the twelve-year-old bent his legs and knelt on
his dad's shoulders, and then slid down so the backs of his feet were
pressing against his dad's chest.  Hooking the chains from his belt to his
dad's collar, he spread apart his arms so he hung there on his dad's chest
with his thick bone pointing up at his father's lips.  The
fourteen-year-old grasped his father by the shoulders and lifted himself up
and wrapped his legs about his father's waist.  Holding on with one arm, he
reached down and fastened the chains on his belt to his father's and then
released his hold and leaned back with his butt directly above his father's
erect organ.  Waiting until his brothers and father were comfortable, the
sixteen-year-old grasped a hold of his father's harness from the back, and
hoisting himself up, he wrapped his legs about his father's thighs and
fastened the chains of his belt to his father's harness before leaning back
at the same angle as his brother in front, his man-size pecker aimed
directly at his father's butt.
  The audience had to admire the family's ingenuity and the father's
strength.  Placing his hands on his father's head for balance, the youngest
boy raised his hips, slipping his cock in his dad's mouth, and then began
to slowly rock back and forth, fucking his father's face.  His brother
waited for him to set up his momentum, and then reaching up and grasping
his father's shoulders, he slid down as his dad aimed his greased dick for
his eager butthole.  Despite the thickness of his sausage, he easily slid
it into the boy's rectum.  From the ease with which it penetrated the boy
it was evident he'd had plenty of experience taking his father's dick up
his butt.  Waiting for his younger brother to establish his rhythm, the
oldest then grasped his father's shoulders also and he moved into position.
His erection, already the length of many men in the audience and just as
fat, slowly slipped up his father's oiled rectum.
  Walter stood there motionlessly, his legs spread and his leg muscles
bulging to support his three boys.  Frankie worked to and fro, easing his
impressive young cock in and out of his father's pursed lips.  His older
brother hung at an angle below him and used his legs and his biceps to
slide his body up and down his father's shaft.  Wally meanwhile eagerly
pumped his cock in and out of his dad's ass.  Their bodies, already flushed
from their earlier exercises, began to perspire, and the pungent odour of
sweat combined with the odour of oil, metal, and leather and flowed out
through the audience as they watched the awesome performance.  There was no
questioning the strength of the four, nor that they were enjoying
themselves.  The youngest and oldest boys began to thrust their hips back
and forth more rapidly and lustfully, working their cocks in and out of
their father while the middle brother happily slid up and down his father's
cock as his own cockhead brushed up and down through the thick hair
covering his father's stomach and abs.
  Having established their masculinity and dominance, as the boys
approached their climaxes they smoothly switched from the active to the
passive role.  At one point the youngest boy was fucking his father's face,
and the next moment he was gasping and squirming with pleasure as his
father bobbed his head and sucked on his young sausage.  At the same time
Walter had reached up and grasped his middle son's smooth, young buttocks
in his huge hands and had begun to fuck his son's ass.  His oldest son
stopped his humping so as his dad drove his hips forward and thrust his
cock up his son's ass, he slid his own ass up his oldest boy's cock.  Then
as he drew back, withdrawing his thick sausage from Michael's ass, he slid
back down on Wally's sausage as he went down on Frankie.
  There was not a man or boy who was not erect, and several were close to
cuming just watching the performance.  Even those who were not turned on by
chains and leather or brute, animalistic sex had become aroused.  Not only
were they strong, but they had fantastic staying power, and it was several
minutes before finally the oldest boy clenched his eyes and whimpered with
that moan that every man and boy can identify with.  As he began to fill
his father's butt, his younger brother began to tremble with his dry
orgasm, and his dad grunted and huffed as he began to fill his middle boy's
rectum.  Between his father and brother's climaxing and the massage his
dad's huge dick was giving his prostate, the fourteen-year-old erupted
also, shooting his hot load across his dad's hairy chest.
  Although it was commonly felt that those who performed second and
especially third had a better chance of arousing the audience since they'd
already be hot from watching those who came before them, that night
disproved that theory.  Although the other performers where all great and
put on a great show, there was no way they could come near the arousal the
Briggs family had created.
  "That first performance was so wicked," said Benny as the boys and Barry
headed back to their campsite.
  "Oh yeah," agreed his father and three brothers.  Despite the arrogance
of the three boys, the Brewster brothers had to admire what they'd done.
  "So, last night the son and dad who did the foot thing were best and we
did it," began Brett with a grin as he brushed his long, blond hair out of
his eyes and the four boys looked up at Barry.
  "Forget it," he said with a grin.  "We don't have any chains or leather
belts, and besides, if you think I'm going to stand up in the tent and hold
all four of you, you're crazy."
  "Come's from too much wanking," said Bobby and he and his brothers
giggled and even Barry had to smile.
  "Can we stop by the hardware tomorrow and buy some chains, Dad?" asked
Brent with a twinkle in his deep blue eyes.
  "Forget it."
  "Well, I bet you could do it just as good as Mister Briggs, Dad," said
Bobby as he wrapped an arm about his father
  "Oh yeah," agreed his brothers as they joined in the hug.
  "So, can we entertain everyone tomorrow, Dad?"
  "Like I said last night, watching people having sex is one thing, but
doing it in front of others is something different.  I love you boys a lot,
and what we did last night was great, but it was something private.  I
don't know about doing that sort of thing in front of others."
  "Aw, com'on Dad. It'd be wicked," argued Brett.
  "Oh yeah!" agreed his twin brother.
  "Think how great it would be getting everyone hot watching us," added
Benny.
  "Think of the fun," said Bobby, and they laughed.
  "I really believe we should give it a pass," Barry responded.  It was
very tempting, and he knew a lot of men and boys in the campground thought
his sons were hot, but this was already far deeper than he'd ever imagined
going with his sons, and despite how great last night had been, he was not
totally comfortable with having done what he'd done.
  The boys knew from his tone that they were not going to convince him, so
they turned their attention to what they could have for a midnight snack
instead.
  The next day, Saturday, August 11, they again got up early, this time for
the pancake breakfast put on by the Penticton Curling Club and Overwaitea.
After watching the parade, which always had awesome floats and marching
bands with hot and hot-looking boys in their uniforms, they headed to the
beach to cool off in the lake and then took in a few rides at the midway
before returning to their campsite to relax.  Meeting up with a few new
friends at the arcade, they headed off for some fresh peaches and ended up
in a daisy chain in the shade of one of the trees.  Heading back to their
campsite for supper, they met up with the Briggs boys.
  "So, what did you think of last night?" asked Wally Biggs.
  "You guys were hot," admitted Benny.
  "Told ya we would be," said Michael arrogantly with a look and voice that
immediately had the hair on the back of the Brewster brothers' necks
standing.
  "So, you and your ol'man gonna put on a performance or not?"
  "We still haven't decided."
  "Yeah, right," snorted Wally.  "Whatcha gonna do, wait til Monday when
it's all over?" he asked.  His brothers laughed.
  "You know ya can't do better than us," bragged Michael.
  "Yeah, our dad's the hottest stud here," added Frankie.
  "Oh yeah?  I wouldn't be so sure of that," replied Benny.
  "Prove it then big mouth."
  "We just might," he retorted.  "Com'on guys, lets go eat."
  "Whatcha havin'?  Quiche?" asked Michael, and his brothers hooted with
laugher.
  After supper, they played some basketball on the court at the campground
with some of the others, thankful the Briggs boys were not around, and then
headed for the tent for the evening's performance.  Of the three
performances that night, the one the boys enjoyed the most was the show put
on by a young father, likely in his late twenties though with his smooth,
slim body he looked younger, and his son, a boy who from his height and
weight could not be more than eight.  Spreading out a plastic sheet over
the mat, the father took a peach and cut it into eight sections, four of
which he slipped in the boy's mouth and the other four he slipped up his
hole.  He then sprayed his son with whipped cream and added chocolate sauce
to his lips, his nipples, his crotch, and his buttcrack.
  Starting with the boy's face, he began to lick off the cream.  The sight
of the young father licking the cream and chocolate off his boy's lips got
a number of the audience erect.  He kissed the boy and then the boy parted
his lips.  As one of the peach slices began to slide out, his father ate it
straight out of his mouth.  The man by then was fully erect, and when he
began to suck and lick the whipped cream from the boy's pits many in the
audience began to squirm with arousal.  Pausing for a second peach slice,
he proceeded to lick the cream and chocolate from the boy's nips until they
were erect and by which time the youngster was squirming and giggling with
arousal also.
  After a third peach slice he worked down to his boy's belly button.  The
eight-year-old really squirmed as his dad wormed his tongue in his belly
button and licked out the whipped cream.  He continued down, licking the
cream from the boy's thighs and feet.
  Taking the last peach slice from his mouth, he had his son turn around
and he began to run his tongue up and down the boy's crack, pausing to eat
two of the peach slices straight out of his butthole.  He had the boy turn
around again and finished by licking off the boy's dick and balls.  The boy
by that time was so hot that within seconds of having his dad's lips
wrapped about his stiff dink his body was jerking uncontrollably with his
orgasm.
  His father was hot too, and removing the last two peach slices from his
son's rectum, he held them in front of his dick as his son wanked him off.
It only took half a dozen strokes to have his dad shooting his load over
the two slices.  Picking them up, they fed each other the cum streaked
slices as their finale.
  Returning to their tent, the boys were so pumped up they could not sit
still never mind go to sleep.  They first used every argument they could
think of to persuade their dad to register them for the last day of the
entertainment, but Barry countered each argument.  Yes, they had watched
for three days, but that did not mean they had to participate.  Yes, they'd
had sex together on Thursday, but that did not mean they should do
something that intimate in public.  Yes, it had been good, but that did not
mean it was good enough to do in front of a bunch of people.  Yes, Phillip
had said the whole point was to entertain and to have fun, but they had to
do something more than just get in front of everyone and have sex.
  Knowing they were not going to succeed, the boys decided to entice their
father into having some fun that night, and knowing his sweet tooth, they
figured they'd be able to convince him they could do something similar to
what they'd just seen.  As much as Barry wanted to, he knew that giving in
to his boys would be setting a dangerous precedent, so once again, although
with less enthusiasm, he countered their arguments.  The boys were
disappointed of course, but for all their mischievousness, they were not
bad boys, and they knew when they could go no further.
  "So, let's guess, you wimps haven't decided if you're going to perform
yet," said Wally Briggs the next morning.  It was no coincidence that the
Briggs boys were there at the washroom.  Jealous of how the others, men and
boys, had been commenting on how hot the boys looked and how great it would
be to watch them perform, they wanted to needle them, having figured out by
then that they were not going to be entering the show.
  "Hey, we didn't come here to entertain everyone," countered Benny.
  "Nor did the guy with the peaches last night, but he did."
  "And did pretty good too."
  A couple adults came in and the boys waited until they were in the
showers.
  "So what's the matter, your dad can't get it up or something?" taunted
Frankie.
  "That's probably why they're here, so he can show his sons some real
men."
  "Our dad's a real man," retorted Bobby angrily.
  "Not as good as our dad."
  "We don't need to perform in front of a bunch of people to prove how good
our dad is."
  "That's the sort of comment a loser would make."
  "Or a loser's dad."
  "What a bunch of chicken shits.  Let's go guys."
  Of course less than half of those at the campground had signed up to
perform in the evening entertainment, and not all of them attended.  Most
had come there because they wanted to practice their belief in nudism with
their sons, and most had come there to be with other gay and bi men who had
an incest fetish.  Not all were extroverts, and few were exhibitionists
like the Briggs family.  The boys knew that of course, so as they headed
back to their campsite, they tried not to let the conversation bother them,
but the way the Briggs boys had lorded it over them, it did.  Driving up to
Kelowna, they stared glumly at the passing scenery, and even their father's
attempt to get them to watch for Ogopogo did not meet with any smiles.
  "So, you want to go to Westside Family Go-Karts or Mariner's Reef
Waterslides first?"
  "Whatever," responded the four boys gloomily.
  "Maybe we should skip the Go-Karts," Barry suggested.  "Don't want to
take a chance of anyone getting hurt and not being able to perform at the
campground tonight."  He smiled at them like a cat who'd just swallowed a
canary as his four boys looked at him with puzzled expressions.  "You
forgot to take your toothbrush to the washroom this morning, Bobby."
  "Oh.  Yeah.  I borrowed Benny's."
  "He did, honest, Dad."
  "Well, I was bringing it to you when I overheard the conversation with
those Briggs boys."
  "You did?" the boys asked in unison, their hearts sinking.
  "It don't matter, Dad."
  "Yeah.  They're just a buncha showoffs."
  "It's just a dumb show."
  "You mean I shouldn't have gone and registered us before breakfast?"
Barry asked, feigning surprise.
  "You did?" the four boys shouted.
  "Yes."
  "Fucking awesome," announced Bobby.
  "Ah, Bobby, that's not the sort of language you should be using."
  "Ooops, sorry Dad.  It just sortta slipped out."
  "We'll wash his mouth out with soap when we get back if you want, Dad,"
offered Brent.
  "Oh yeah.  Bad Bobby," scolded Benny, to which Bobby gave him the finger
behind his dad's back.
  "He needs a good spanking," offered Brett, to which they all nodded,
including Bobby.
  "So, about this thing tonight," began Barry hesitantly as he pulled into
the parking lot for the go-karts.
  "Oh yeah.  Thanks Dad!" said Brent, grabbing his father's neck and
hugging him.
  "Oh yeah," agreed his brothers, quickly doing the same.
  "I know what we did the other night together was exciting," Barry said,
"and I think fun for you."
  "Oh fu-, fu-, fu-, faaaaaah," groaned Bobby.
                                                                "He means
yes, Dad," advised Brett.
  "Oh yeah, it was great," Brent said in support.
  "Wicked," chimed in Benny.
  "Well, having sex will be a lot different with others watching."
  "It will?" asked Brett, glancing at his brothers and giving them a
cautionary look.
  "Really?" Brent asked innocently in support.
  "It's sort of like acting," Barry said, trying to explain.  "It is one
thing to practice your lines behind closed doors, but it is quite something
else having to say them on stage in front of a lot of people."
  "Don't worry about us, Dad.  We'll be fine," assured Brett.
  "Oh yeah!" agreed his brothers.
  "Very well.  Just remember, it is all about having fun."
  "Sure Dad.  We know.  It isn't if you win or lose, it's how you play the
game."
  "That's what sex is all about, ain't it Dad?" asked Bobby.
  "Well, ah, yes, I guess it is at that," Barry said as he thought about
it.
  "Now, whose ready for some go-cart fun?"
  "Oh yeah!" the four boys yelled.
  After several hours of go-carting, they headed over to the water park,
and then took in the wine tours at Quail's Gate Estate Winery before
heading back to Penticton for the S.S. Sicamous tour and summer wine
tasting event.
  "So, what we gonna do tonight?" asked Brent as the five headed for their
campground.
  "I dunno.  All the good stuff's been done," observed Benny.
  "Remember, you don't have to do anything special," observed Barry.  "We
can just do the things we did on Thursday."
  "Maybe we can do something with grapes," Brent suggested, thinking of
their wine tour.
  "Naw, that'd be like the peach one."
  "How about sailors?" suggested Benny, thinking of the S.S. Sicamous.
"Guys get turned on seeing someone in a Navy uniform."
  "They do?" asked Barry, rasing his eyebrow as he looked at his son.
  "Ah, well, that's what I heard."
  "Oh yeah, me too," Brent jumped in to support his brother.  "I heard
that, at, ah ."
  "The bathroom at the campground," offered Brett.
  "Yeah, Great ide ah, I mean, yeah, great memory."
  "How about the Army?" asked Brett.  "We could try to get some cadet
uniforms and we could dress up as solders."
  "And Dad could be our prisoner of war."
  "And we could pull down his pants and make his dick stand at attention."
  The boys giggled, and then thought about their earlier trips to the
Vernon Cadet Camp where their father had spent several summers as a
teenager.  "Can we go to Vernon and visit the camp on our way home?"
  "Oh yeah, that would be awesome."
  Barry had some memorable experiences there, and had always welcomed the
opportunity to return for a visit.  "I don't see why not," he replied, and
the boys exchanged grins.
  "So what we gonna do?"
  "How about water sports?" suggested Benny.
  "Water sports?" asked Barry.  "You learn about that at the washroom
also?"
  "Huh, heck no.  I, ah, well, that is," struggled Benny as he looked at
his brothers.
  "We heard about that at the playground," said Brett, always thinking the
fastest.  Benny gave him a grateful smile.
  "That doesn't really mean water, like in swimming, and skiing and stuff,"
Barry warned.
  "It doesn't?" the boys asked in wide-eyed innocence.
  "Then what does it mean?" asked Bobby impishly.
  "Ah, well, we'll have to talk about that," said Barry.  "We're almost at
the campground."
  "Sure.  Later, Dad," Bobby said with a smile.
  Arriving at the campsite and seeing the Briggs boys, the Brewsters could
not wait to tell them they were in the evening show.
  "That'll be good for a laugh," blustered Wally so as not to show his
disappointment.
  "Don't know why you're botherin'.  Ya can't put on as good a show as we
did."
  "In your dreams."
  "Wanna bet?"
  "Sure, what ya wanna bet, suckers?"
  The boys grinned at each other.  "Well . . . ," they began as they drew
close to the unsuspecting threesome.
  "So what we gonna do?" asked Brent as they headed back to their campsite.
"We got less than an hour before the performance."
  "Well, I got an idea," said Brett.
  The boys huddled and broke apart a few minutes later with grins and
chuckles.
  "Way to go!"
  "Wicked!"
  "Knew we could count on you bro!"
  With typical Brewster zeal, they set off to collect what they needed.
They were last on the program by their request so that they would not be
rushed, and so anyone behind them wouldn't get impatient waiting.  Barry
came out first and lay down on the stack of sleeping bags the boys had
placed in the centre of the mats and pretended to fall asleep.  They boys
entered, jabbering and pushing each other as boys will and pretended to see
their dad.  They crept up and looked down at him.
  "Doesn't he look so cute when he's asleep?" said Bobby.
  "Oh yeah.  He looks so sweet and innocent," agreed Brent.
  "Aaaaw," the boys sighed as they cocked their heads and looked down at
their dad to the amusement of the audience.
  "Oh maaaaaan!" said Benny suddenly as he looked down his father.  "Look.
I think they've gotten even bigger than last time we seen them."
  "Oh yeah," agreed Brett.  "And hairier too."
  "Hairier?" asked Benny.
                                                           "Sure."
  "His feet?"
  "Oh.  You're talking about his feet," said Brett innocently, causing the
audience to laugh, and the "sleeping" Barry could not help chuckling.  The
boys had filled him in on their plan to pretend he was sleeping, but they
had not shared their script, nor exactly what they'd planned on doing to
their supposedly sleeping father.
  "Let's have some fun," suggested Bobby, and his brothers quickly agreed.
  "What shall we do first?" asked Benny.
  "I got an idea," said the twins together.
  Looking about on the ground, they "discovered" two large quill feathers,
not uncommon along the beach or in the campsite with all the gulls around,
and which they'd of course planted there after washing them.  They glanced
at the audience with impish grins, and then sitting down at their father's
feet, they began to run the tips of the feathers gently under his toes and
in a circle around the large toe where there was space between it and the
second toe.  Their intention, of course, was to arouse their dad, not
tickle him, so they touched his foot ever so gently and were sure to avoid
any ticklish spots, which they knew very well having tickled his feet
plenty of times.  They continued down along the sole of his foot, and Barry
could not help but squirm and wiggle as he felt the tingles of pleasure
ripple along his sensitive sole.  His cock slowly began to rise.  They
stroked the top of his foot, and slipped the quill feathers between his
toes.
  "I got another idea," said Benny, getting up and rummaging around his
father's grooming case.  Finding his aftershave lotion, he beamed at the
audience, and headed for his dad's feet.  Carefully tipping the bottle
over, he allowed a drop to fall on his father's toe and to trickle down the
back, between the two toes, and along the sole of his foot.  The cooling
effect of the alcohol was anything but cooling, and Barry's cock raised all
the more.  The boys took turns slowly allowing drip by drip to trickle down
over his feet, much like Chinese water torture, but this torture was far
from unpleasant, and caused his cock to slowly rise until it was standing
upright to its full extent.  Barry's nine inches surprised and impressed
even the Briggs family.
  "I got another idea," announced Bobby, and running out the back flap, he
returned and grinned impishly at the audience as he showed them their
electric toothbrushes.
  Several of the men and a few of the boys squirmed knowingly as the four
boys switched them on and attacked.  Running them along the underside of
his toes, they brushed the crevice where they joined his foot, causing
Barry's cock to twitch with arousal.  They continued down along the fleshy
balls of his foot, and along the underside.  Barry could not keep still as
the tingles of arousal rippled through his large feet and up his now
throbbing and jerking cock.  The boys continued relentlessly, bringing him
closer and closer to his climax as they ran the electric brushes along his
sole and between his toes.  Droplets of cum began to ooze out of the tip
and as the boys continued, more flowed out, causing the first to ooze down
the funnel on the underside of his knob.  Barry felt like screaming as the
four tiny brushes tickled and stimulated his sensitive toes.
  "Uh oh, guys.  We better stop.  We're making Dad leak."
  "Uh oh!"
  "That don't look like pee," observed Benny.
  "It don't smell like pee," added Brent as he bent over to sniff the tip
of his father's towering cock, his long hair swinging down and caressing it
and causing more pre-cum to ooze out.
  "It don't feel like pee," commented Brett as he flicked up a bit and felt
it.  With their attention on the hot blond teenager rubbing his dad's stuff
between his thumb and forefinger, the audience didn't see Benny whisper in
Barry's ear.
  Scooping up a dollop of pre-cum on his forefinger, instead of feeling it,
Bobby popped it in his mouth.  "Don't taste like pee," he announced to the
audience with wide-eyed sincerity.
  Barry sat up as prompted by Benny and said along with his sons, "How do
you know how pee tastes?"
  "Haven't you ever forgotten to wash your hands after taking a leak and
then played with your gum?" Bobby asked, looking at his brothers and
father.
  "Oh, yeah," his brothers said and Bobby flashed the audience a big smile.
  "Go back to sleep, Dad," said, Benny, and Barry lay back down.
  "Uh, guys," said Benny.  "Making Dad leak isn't the only thing we've
done."
  "What you mean?" his three brothers asked.
                                                                "Uh, we've
sortta made his pee-er swell up."
  "Oh yeah."
  "Now what we gonna do?"
  "Maybe he won't notice when he wakes up," said Bobby.
  His three brothers looked at him, and then at the audience as they
chorused, "I don't think so, Bobby."
  "I know," Brett said.  Opening up the cooler they'd placed behind the
sleeping bags, he handed something to his brothers.  As one, they turned
and showed the audience the cubes of ice.  Returning to their dad, they
placed the cubes on his balls and his glans, causing the unsuspected Barry
to leap and immediately causing his dick to droop.  The boys continued to
gleefully apply the ice until his balls and cock were shrivelled up smaller
than a baby's.
  "Few, that was close."
  "Yeah, we better go."
  As the boys began to tiptoe out, Benny stopped and looked down at his
dad's chest, and then with a grin at the audience, picked up one of the
feathers and began to tease his right teat.  Bobby quickly grabbed the
other, and the two boys began to stroke his chest and his nipples.  Barry
squirmed as the tips of the feathers assaulted his nipples, and many in the
audience felt twinges without their nipples even being touched.  Slowly
Barry's dick began to rise again.  Brent brought out the aftershave, and
added it to his father's now hard, aroused nipples, causing them to burn
coldly and to send tingles of arousal up his now stiff cock.  The boys had
been partially erect when they'd finished with his feet, and now as they
played with his nipples their cocks all rose to attention to watch.
  Turning as one, they picked up the toothbrushes where they'd left them by
the cooler, turned to the audience with grins, and began to stimulate their
father's nipples with them.  Barry jerked and spasmed and his cock spewed
out pre-cum like a volcano as the brushes spun and the boys stimulated
first his chest, and then moved in and ran the vibrating brushes against
his areola, causing Barry to go crazy and the men in the audience to begin
leaking pre-cum themselves.  As the boys took turns touching Barry's now
hard and irritated nipples with the electric toothbrushes, Barry jerked and
squirmed uncontrollably.  Many in the audience shivered and felt the
thrills running through their own teats as they imagined how Barry was
feeling and several reached up and stroked them.  Again the boys brought
Barry close to his orgasm, which was much sooner than the first time.
  "Uh, oh!  Looks like we did it again guys," Brent announced, pretending
to have just noticed his dad's aching cock.  He and his brothers feigned
surprise, and as one, headed to the cooler.  Once again they applied ice
cubes to his cock and balls, giggling and joking about how his balls rolled
around in their sack and how was shrivelling up even smaller than Bobby's.
There wasn't one in the tent that didn't chuckle and squirm with arousal as
they watched the boys at their "innocent" play.  Once again they pretended
to begin slipping out, except for Bobby.
  "What are you doing?" asked Brett in a stage whisper from the back of the
tent.
  "You guys ever notice what Dad's pucker looks like?" asked Bobby as
looked up from where he'd squatted down between his father's legs.
  The boys all hurried back, and scrunched down.  "Sort of hard to see,"
observed Benny.
  Brent and Brett each took one of their dad's legs and raised them while
Bobby and Benny took some pillows and piled them under his hips so his legs
were over his head and his butt was in the air.
  "Good thing Dad's a heavy sleeper," Bobby said to the audience, causing
them to laugh openly.
  This time Brent and Benny attacked with the feathers, and of course once
again Barry's cock began to swell.  Taking turns, they brushed the tip of
the quill feather against his asshole and tickled the opening.  Bobby was
next with the aftershave and the cooling methanol dripped on his butthole
had the same effect as it had dripped on his sole and on his teats.
  It was a strange feeling and Barry had never been so aware of his anus
before.  The image of his four sons kneeling there in the tent playing with
it in front of the audience was something he'd never dreamed of in his
wildest fantasies, but it was certainly going to be part of those in the
future.
  When the boys started up the toothbrushes, Barry trembled and they had
not yet even touched him.  Placing the tip of the vibrating brush against
his butthole, they first took turns running their brush around his pucker,
causing it to clench shut and then dilate in arousal.  Then they attacked
together, all four tiny, humming brushes pressing against the fleshy folds
of his asshole, all four brushes vibrating relentlessly and sending shivers
up his rectum and causing his aching cock to twitch.  Barry squirmed and
gasped and groaned with pleasure like he'd never before imagined.  Over and
over they attacked until his cock, pointing down at hin in his inverted
position, was dripping with pre-cum.  Then while the twins and Benny
stretched apart his cheeks, Bobby inserted his vibrating toothbrush in
their father's anus.  Barry went wild, and it was only the strength of his
three sons spreading apart his cheeks and holding him down that prevented
him from somersaulting off the sleeping bags.  As Bobby's miniature
vibrator jiggled just inside his hole, his cock jerked and ached and his
pre-cum spattered his hairy chest and stomach.  There was hardly anyone in
the audience who wasn't wet by the time the boys were done.
  "Uhoh, we're outta ice," observed Brent.
  "Now what are we going to do?" asked his three brothers to the audience.
  "Well, I guess we'll just have to find some other way to get Dad soft
again," observed Brett.
  With Brent and Brett kneeling on each side of him and bending over him,
they began to rub their stiff dicks over their father's chest,
concentrating on his nipples.  Raising Barry's legs in the air once again,
Bobby straddled him facing his big feet, which he pressed together, and
then with a happy grin he inserted his tiny rock hard dick between them.
That left Benny with a clear shot at his dad's ass, and he eagerly knelt
behind him and easily slipped his stiff dick up the irritated and eager
hole.
  Barry quivered and shuddered with the eroticism of his four boys' hot,
hard dicks rubbing against him, and in him.  His nipples tingled, his feet
felt so hot, and his ass ached.  Each time the twin's cocks slid over his
nipples shocks of pleasure and pain shot through his chest and his cock
leaked a dollop of pre-cum.  He clamped his anus tight against his
thirteen-year-old boy's cock as he felt it drawing out of him, and he
pushed out as he felt his son push it back in.  It felt so big and hot, and
that he was being fucked by his son, one of his wildest fantasies, was so
delightful he could not imagine a greater pleasure.  That his youngest boy
was eagerly pumping his little dicklet between his feet was another fantasy
he'd never imagined, and looking up at the eleven-year-old's smooth butt,
now almost as darkly tanned as the rest of his body, bouncing back and
forth caused Barry's cock to ooze out still more pre-cum and he felt
himself approaching his climax.
  Brett and Brent were evidently hot also as their young bodies trembled
and they gasped for breath.  Sliding their stiff cocks through their dad's
thick chest hair and over his stiff, irritated nipples, they shivered with
the shocks of stimulation pricking through their dickheads, shocks which
made them rub their six-inch dicks against their dad's nipples all the
faster.  Benny, meanwhile, had grasped his dad's raised legs and was
humping him madly, gasping and panting for breath as he worked his hips to
and fro, driving his boycock in and pulling it back out of his dad's hot,
moist asshole.  He licked his moist, smooth lips and closed his eyes as he
felt his climax approaching.  Bobby was also humping madly, working his
hips to and fro in almost a blur as he rubbed his little aching boycock
between his dad's large, soft feet.  As he felt the familiar tension rising
in his hairless groin and his little balls constrict into little walnuts,
he forced his tongue out between his pressed lips as he concentrated on the
building pleasure.
  Finally the twins began to lace Barry's chest, and each other with cum.
The boys threw their heads back and drew the hot, humid night air in
through their parted lips as they closed their eyes in ecstasy and let
blast.  Despite the thousands of times it had now happened, it still felt
so awesome when their cum came spurting out of their peeholes, and shooting
it all over their dad's hairy chest and shooting at each other's crotches
made it doubly hot that night.  Benny groaned as his first squirt shot his
up his dad's crack as he rapidly drew back and thrust his hips forward with
each succeeding squirt.  Above the heavy breathing of Barry and his four
sons the audience could hear the schlucking sound of the boy's thin teenage
cock as he pumped in and out of his dad's now cum-filled hole.  Bobby
meanwhile quivered and gasped with the dry orgasm ripping through his
young, tanned body, his eyes clenched tight and drool dribbling from the
corners of his lips as he furiously fucked his dad's feet with his stiff
little cocklet.
  With the boys still gasping with that initial rush of orgasm, Barry
blasted off.  Laying there on his back with his butt in the air, his stiff
nine inches fired off a load that flew through the air and between Bobby's
legs to strike his hairy chest between the twins still stiff, cum-oozing
cocks.  Shot after shot blasted out of his cannon, lacing his hairy chest
with a creamy load that would be the envy of the horniest teenager.  It had
been years since he'd felt so hot, and years since he'd blasted out such a
load.  Benny finally withdrew, a long thin streamer connecting the tip of
his dick with Barry's asshole, and Bobby finally withdrew his reddened
little pecker and stepped aside.  As Barry sat up, the audience cheered
their appreciation.
  The evening concluded with Phillip presenting everyone who'd performed
over the past four days a Peach Park Perpendicular Pecker Participation
certificate with his name on it.  As everyone headed back to their
campsites, a number of men and boys came over to tell the Brewsters that
their performance had been one of the most awesome of the four days and
invited Barry to their campsite for a drink.  When he glanced at his sons,
they said that was fine with them as they had to go settle a bet with the
Briggs boys.  They were so giddy with excitement, and Barry was so proud of
them and so pleased himself, he agreed they could stay up an hour later
than usual.
  Dropping their stuff off at their campsite, the four brothers headed
straight for the washroom where they'd agreed to meet the Briggs brothers.
Greg and the fifteen boys who had participated in the evening entertainment
over the past four days were there also.  It had been Brett's idea that
they have the boys who'd participated vote as to which performance they
liked the best, the Briggs, or the Brewsters, figuring that would be the
most impartial way of deciding.  The two groups of boys stood there
anxiously as Greg counted the votes, and announced the winners.
  With a whoop of joy, Brett handed Wally and Michael Barry's straight
razor and Brent handed them the shaving cream.  They and the others giggled
as they watched the two boys shave their legs and arms and then shave off
their pubic and pit hairs.  Wally tried to argue that was enough, but the
Brewster brothers insisted he and his brother had to do as they'd promised,
and Wally and Michael knew they didn't have much choice.  Glaring at the
twins, Michael shaved the peach fuzz off his upper lip and his cheeks, and
then handed the razor to his brother who shaved off his fledgling moustache
and the fine hair growing along the edge of his jaw and on his chin and
chest.  The boys finally stood there as smooth as their youngest brother as
they glared at the twins, who had agreed to cut off their long, blond locks
and shave off their pubes if they'd lost.
  That was the first part of the bet.  For the second part, they headed
over to the farthest corner of the orchard along with Greg and any of the
boys who'd voted who wanted to come along, which was most of them.
Figuring they were going to win, it had been Wally's idea that they invite
the other participants along to watch the second half of the bet, during
which they had all agreed the losers would do whatever the winners said.
Wally and his brothers had big plans of totally humiliating the Brewster
boys.  Instead it was Wally who was blushing a bright red as he spread his
legs and bent over and allowed Brett to mount him.  Facing him, Michael
similarly bent over and Benny mounted him, and taking a position
perpendicular to his two brothers, Frankie bent over and allowed Bobby to
penetrate his ass.  That left Brent, who stood opposite Frankie and told
the three brothers to get ready to lick and suck him silly.
  The three brothers reluctantly began to lap at his balls and limp dick
like three cows lapping at a salt lick as Brent's three brothers began to
hump them.  The three Briggs boys, normally taking the role of tops,
reluctantly began to masturbate themselves, which had been Bobby's idea, as
they licked Brent's genitals and were reamed by his brothers.  After six
days of listening to the three boys bragging and watching them strut around
the campsite like macho studs, those watching thought it was hilarious
seeing them being topped by eye candy like the Brewster brothers.  Wally,
Michael and Frankie were all well aware of what their audience was
thinking, which made what they were doing all the more humiliating.
Fortunately for them, even though they'd come not that long ago, the
Brewster boys were feeling particularly randy and it was not that long
before Benny and Brett were pumping their loads up Wally and Michael, and
Bobby was squirming with his climax as Brent fountained.  For the boys
watching, the performance was all as good as the one the boys had put on
with their dad.
  Returning to their campsite, the boys and Barry decided to head down to
Three Mile Beach for a midnight skinny dip and wiener roast.  They were all
much too pumped up to go to sleep.  After their swim and wiener roast, they
found they were even more wide awake, but with the beach being deserted at
that time of morning, they soon found a way to use up their energy.
  "Bet you had loads of fun when you went to cadet camp," Brent observed,
sitting in the front of the station wagon with his dad as they headed up to
Vernon the next afternoon, having all slept in that morning.
  "Yes," I did, Barry replied, thinking fondly of his teen years at the
camp.
  "We had loads of fun this week," observed Brett.
  "It went by fast."
  "Yes it did," agreed Barry.  "You know," he added after a moment's
thought, "it might be best not to mention some of the things that happened
this week to Mom."
  "Sure Dad."
  "Yeah.  No sweat."
  "You mean I can't show her the certificate I got?" asked Bobby with an
impish grin.
  "I don't think so, Bobby," his father and three brothers responded with
wide smiles.
  "We never did find time to sit down and have that talk about sexuality,"
Barry observed.
  "We got time now," said Benny as he leaned forward from the back seat,
"what would you like to know about it, Dad?"
  The boys giggled and Barry had to laugh at his son's impishness.
  "Hey, is that Ogopogo out there on the lake?" shouted Bobby.  They all
strained to see the blip in the water clearer but could not make out
anything.  "Do you really think there is such a thing?" Bobby asked as they
settled back.
  "Who knows?" Barry replied.  "There are many who think so."
  "We'll have to come back next year and check it out," suggested Brent.
  "Well, we'll have to see," said Barry.  "Your mother and I haven't talked
about next year's holiday, and this is a long way to come."
  "Yeah, but cuming here was so much fun," observed Brett.  As his three
brothers giggled Barry had to smile at his son's play on words.
  "We gotta come back," piped up Bobby.  "I registered you in next year's
Ironman Triathlon."
  "You registered me in next year's Triathlon?" Barry asked, raising his
eyebrow as he looked at his son in the rearview mirror.
  "Yeah.  Those showoff Briggs were going on and on this morning about how
everyone might have thought we were so hot last night, but how their dad
was the greatest, and what a he man he was and stuff."
  "They were being a real pain in the a-, a-, a ."
  "Abdomen."
  "Yeah!  Abdomen!"
  "They said their dad was better than you and I said no way and they said
he was way stronger than you and I said the fu-, fu ."
  "Fudge," offered his three brothers.
  "Yeah, so I go the fudge he is, and so they go so prove it so I go okay
our dad can beat your dad any day and we will prove it so they go so
register him in next year's Triathlon and so I did."
  "You registered me in next year's Triathlon?"
  "You can do it, Dad," encouraged Brett.
  "Sure, look how you beat everyone at the Bastille Day race."
  "And you're a great runner."
  "Yeah, Mom's always saying what great legs you got."
  "And you know how to swim."
  "You registered me in next year's Triathlon?"
  "It's gonna be fuckin' awesome," Bobby observed.
  "Oh yeah," his brothers agreed.  "We'll help you train."
  "Fuck yeah," Bobby agreed.
  With happy thoughts of returning to Phillip's Peach Park and dreams of
beating the Briggs boys again, the boys settled back to enjoy the ride,
their hands slipping down under their shorts as they relived the past week.
Having to keep his eyes on the road, Barry didn't notice.  Besides, his
mind was kind of preoccupied.  "The Triathlon?" he muttered.