Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2016 20:14:43 -0800 From: Jon Hold Subject: NEW: Campers Delight part 3 Camper's Delight 3 [Well.... Not one to cut a deadline too close, here it is. I hope it works for you. Not really what I wanted from this story, but I've been way too fucked up lately. Jon -----] Watching father and son play-punch, push and tease each other in the dark of the evening reminded me of just how lonely my isolated life-style really was. The camaraderie between the two well-built men made me jealous, sad, lonely and happy for them all at the same time. Scott Junior noticed my withdrawal and would have none of it. He started teasing me, dancing around, shadow punching and goosing me. I told him to back down and not bother an old man which slowed him down, NOT! I finally stepped into one of his lunges and swept his feet out from under him. Holding him on his belly, standing there relaxed with his hand and arm in an extremely painful Aikido shoulder lock, I extracted a promise for better behavior. Scott senior urged me to really teach the little pest a lesson, but I let him go once he promised. He bounded to his feet and was all over me, calling me Paw-Paw and demanding to know what I'd done and how and when was I going to teach him and how long did I think it would take before he could get his dad that way. I looked over the excited boy's shoulder. His father just grinned and made a motion that indicated I was on my own. Luckily, we got to the shower before I really had to answer the eager boy. Scott Senior had the door open and was holding his hand up for us to be quiet. Both Junior and I quieted right down, and extricated ourselves from the rather complicated wrestlers knot we'd gotten ourselves tied up in. We approached the door really wanting to know why we had to be quiet. Why was pretty simple once we got there. Clothes piled up on one of the benches and noises coming from the shower room that sounded and smelled more like Saturday night at a brothel than Sunday morning at church, unless maybe you attended the Church of the Eternally Flowing Erection. Carefully closing the door, we snuck up until we could peek into the shower area. Clouds of steam didn't hide the fact that Old Man Widimark had his son and two nephews bent over and was enthusiastically plugging their butts, one after the other or that all three boys were loving his fat cock. Not as big as either of the Scott's, it was a hefty piece none-the-less. Without saying a word, the three of us stripped off the few clothes we were wearing and sort of casually walked down to the fun end of the big shower room. Saying that the Widimark's were surprised would be nothing but the truth. The old man grinned at me. I grinned back. "Mr. Widimark, may I present my friends, Scott." His confused look brought a grin to my face. "The one with the big cock is Scott Junior. The one with the even bigger cock is Scott Senior." Laughing, he pulled his cock out of the boy he was fucking. "This is my son Sam, and these are my nephew." It was my turn to have a puzzled look on my face and old man Widimark just laughed. "Turn about's fair play! These two scamps are interchangeable pieces. No one can tell Hale from Gale and, besides, it doesn't matter because they're interchangeable parts! Would you like to fuck one or both of them?" "Only if you let me use my own cock!" The twins were absolutely gorgeous. Completely hairless below the chins and so blond you could hardly see what hair they did have. Their story quickly came to light. When they had started college they had almost immediately gotten into serious trouble when the swimming coach at the Christian College they were attending caught them fucking each other in the shower. They had transferred to State and were rooming with Sam, a Junior. He kept them shaved and well fucked and under his constant supervision. The twins adored him and would do anything he said. When Widimark's younger brother was killed in a car wreck, his wife and two-year-old twins had become part of the old mans family. He sired several more children on his brothers wife while keeping his own wife pregnant at the same time. The boy's never really knew any other father and absolutely adored the old man. Both Scott's and I shared our stories as well, Junior constantly referring to me as his grandfather. Somehow Sam ended up bending Junior over and started giving him the old college try while Widimark shared his nephews with me. Scott Senior was sort of directing things. The twins were eager bottoms, smiling and chatting as two old men laid some serious meat to their tight asses. We swapped back and forth a few times and there was truly no telling the two freshmen apart. Widimark and I ended up seriously lip-locking each other while the twins sucked each other off while we fucked hell out of them. Sam climbed off of Junior and got behind me, barely giving me warning before my ass swallowed it's third cock of the evening. Sam was athletic as hell and really strong. His powerful ass driving a truly thick, stout cudgel with a young mans casual disregard for the niceties of fucking. That was OK right then though. The younger boys had me so wound up that it took everything their big brother had to get my attention. "Well," I thought, my dick being gobbled by a wildly active young butt as my ass was being torn up by a fantastic young stud, "so much for celibacy." Twisting my hips in a move unexpected by either boy, I brought both of them to screaming climaxes. Grinning, pleased with myself, I ground my hips on both boys and made both of them convulse, totally out of control. Walking back from our rather long, involved shower, one that included promises for future meetings as well as a great deal of very intimate touching, groping, fondling, and just plain down and out fucking and sucking, was a slow, languid, meandering sort of wander rather than any purposeful progression. The two Scott's and I just wanted time to be together. Time to touch and time to talk. And we took it. Over the quiet walk and the warm and friendly dinner that we finally shared in the wee hours of the morning. Hungry from all our activity, we put away calories as if they were the last we'd ever see. The soup had become a rich, thick stew and was wonderful with the freshly toasted French bread. What was even more wonderful was that I had a young man sitting on either side of me, close enough to keep me warm and warm enough to keep me hot. We were very comfortable with each other. Touching had become casual, accepted, a happy sharing. I gradually became aware that Scott Jr. was persisting in calling me "Paw-paw." His version of "Grandpa." What was more astonishing to me was that Scott Sr. was calling me "Dad." Senior was no boy to play games or be misled. He was a highly competent, full-grown man. I pulled Scott Senior over to me and, tears welling up in my eyes from an overdose of emotion, put everything I had into lip-locking the big stud. Senior kissed back with equal fervor. Finally backing off on the lip-bruising a little bit, he said, "What's going on, Dad?" Well, I managed to embarrass the hell out of myself, blubbering about loneliness and not having a family and how even pretending to have a family made me feel. Wonderful. Embarrassed all to hell and gone I tried to back out of where I'd gone. Trying to find a graceful way to go back to my RV was vastly complicated when Junior snuggled up behind me, wrapping his leg over the top of mine and kissing the back of my neck. "Don't run away Paw-paw. I want you to stay... and so does Daddy." I mumbled something about needing to get an early start in the morning, but Junior cut in, "Paw-paw! I never got to know my real granddaddy. But you're just like Daddy described him. Well, not on the outside, but inside you are. Look at Daddy. He wants you to stay so bad he's about to bust his bladder! And I want you to stay too. As long as you want. Forever if you want. You're just like I always imagined Daddy's daddy was... Smart, fun to play with, and a real dirty old man. Just perfect." The powerfully built man in front of me gripped my shoulders even more tightly, "Like my son said, my dad was real important to me, and I've missed him ever since he died. You're the first man who's ever taken up the slack where he left off. I don't mean to push you, or to make out like somethings happening that isn't, but I really wish you'd give whatever it is that is happening a chance. You say you miss having a family. Well, so do we. As long as we're staying here anyway, why don't we just go ahead pretending --- and see what happens." "Yeah, let's see what happens Paw-paw. Besides, it's your turn to fuck me!" No written invitation necessary! I slid across the slick sheet to the smooth body laying all akimbo, waiting for me. My fingers encountered solid masses of muscle, my fingertips felt smooth expanses of hairless flesh lubricated to slickness by the superfine dusting of blond baby fuzz that still covered the unshaven body. Thick prong and dense pubes gave way to ripply belly and its tiny indentation, so sensitive to my tongues eager exploring. Paps of lightest brown surrounding cute little nubbins, likewise servile before my tongues ministrations. Swelling to easily teased stiffness and breath gasping contortions. Swollen lips so eager, so in need, so wanting and so demanding. Our tongues dueled, his knees lifting in involuntary submission. The hound-dog accurate nose of my heat seeking moisture missile found his tight little portal and painted it with bubbling salivation's. Over and over I nudged and prodded and gently sought admission until, grudgingly, he gave way, opening as reluctantly as a virgin in the wedding bower. I reached only half way into him before retreating, only to nudge again, kiss once more, drool a dollop of slick juice that I could ride just that much deeper. And deeper. And deeper. Until we were as one. Connected. Our passionate kissing was joined by a pair of strong masculine hands, kneeding and prodding my already overheated body until I was arched in panting desire over the top of the mans son, asshole and cockhead just barely connected, my asshole snapping and begging. We hadn't long to wait. My body smashed down, sinking my cock fully within the son as the father covered and then bred me, his thickness invading me to his full depth even as his streaming cum lubricated his brutal passage. Cumming seemed to have no salutary effect on him other than to make him even more demanding and forceful as his fucking continued unchecked. Junior and I were laughing and giggling to each other as his father fucked both of us at the same time. There was just no other way to describe it. He was brutally humping my ass and, in the process, he was using my cock to just as brutally rape his own son. We started working with him, timing our bouncing and pushing back at him in unison until the whole bed smashed through the bedframe and we ended up with the mattresses on the floor as all three of us peaked and climaxed at the same time. Junior all over my belly and chest, me up Junior's ass and Senior up my ass. We finally came too enough to untangle ourselves and I spent the most wonderful night in a very long time sleeping, trapped between two powerful men who were rapidly becoming my life. Well, That's how I became a father and grandfather both in one day --- or evening, as it were. There's more to the story of course. Good years together on the ranch and traveling together. Friends we made --- and shower-rooms we visited. Maybe my boys will give me enough time to write some of that down. Right now though, Junior has gotten one of the girls at school VERY pregnant. The tests say it's a boy, and from the looks of the ultrasound, he's gonna have a dick as big as his grandfathers. The girl and her parents have agreed to "sign" the baby over to us and we are all looking forward to Scott III joining our happy family. These boys couldn't be any more mine if I'd sired them. I'm a very happy old man. Wondering when they're going to figure out that my given name is Jon Scott... ☺ ----- Do not fear the enemy, for your enemy can only take your life. It is far better that you fear the media, for they will steal your HONOR.