Date: 9 May 2002 15:59:24 -0700 From: Dave Subject: Camping with Dad (Camping & Incest m/M, m/MM, b/MMM, m/b) Warning: This document contains Adult Material. If it is illegal where you live to view adult material, leave now! If you find Adult material offensive, you may also leave now. If you have not left, then it is assumed you are either not illegal and you would not be offended by the content of this story. So sit back and hopefully enjoy. Feedback is cheerfully encouraged! If anyone that would like me to write a story about your experiences send me an outline. Please send mail to: davmay699@icqmail.com. Camping with Dad By Dave I moved a lot growing up because my father worked at a number of menial jobs from milking cows to carpenter. When I was very young we even lived in a logging camp on the eastern slopes of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. It was located on Pine Creek northeast of the town of Bishop. This was before I even started school and it was a great place for a boy to play. I made so much noise running up and down mountain trails, I scared game way. I rarely saw deer or bears but I chased lizards all over the place. I had streams and lakes to play in when ever I wanted. Unless you've ever lived in the mountains where the air is heavy with the smell of Douglas fir and cedar trees you can't appreciate how much it feels like home to get back when you can. I had discovered sucking cocks from a cousin who was almost a year older than me when I was eight. We used to spend our summers camping out in the brush-covered hills of northern San Diego. In a four-year period we progressed from sucking each other to fucking each other. When his father died of a heart attack his mother married the youngest brother of her husband and they moved north to live near his job. I only had a few sexual encounters from 1 to 18. I did have one with a boy who lived across the street when I was 10 he was the first to fuck my ass. When I was 14 years old I had an affair with my barber until he got caught seducing a younger boy. I was lucky enough to not be connected with what went on in his back room. No one ever knew that the starting tackle on the football team was a cocksucker. This leads us to this story. When I was eighteen years old and about to leave home for college my father decided that we should return to Pine Creek for a week of fishing. He called up a friend of his (Wilber or WG as he liked to be called), who had lived up there when we did. The two of them called another friend (Jim), who still lived up there. The three of us drove up to Bishop on highway 395 on a Friday night. Our packs and camping gear was an odd mix of World War II backpacks and sleeping bags. Dad and I put all our fishing gear into shoulder bags. When we got to Bishop we renewed our friendships and we met Jim's twelve-year-old son Danny. Early the next morning we were up before the sun and drove up to June Lake. We parked the car and took a look at the lake. The banks were crowed with fishermen. We got out our gear and saddled up for the hike in a southerly direction to a lake so high that the mountains around it had snow on every slope but the south facing slopes even in July. I was dressed in Levis, boots and an old sleeveless cotton practice football jersey. WG, Dad and I were out of practice when it came to hiking up trails and were slowly working our way up the winding trail behind John. John walked at a steady pace far out in front of us. Danny was like a monkey, he had just as much gear as we did but he would run up the trail and come back to tell us how much farther it was to a stream crossing. I swear that for every mile we hiked Danny hiked three. At a point before we got to above the tree line we passed through an area that was infested with snow mosquitoes. I picked up a pine bough to swat the mosquitoes off my arms. It was not long before my arms were so tired that I couldn't swat them anymore. I watched them turn from skinny brown things into round bulbous dark red things from my blood. When we cleared the tree line we broke free of the mosquitoes. By that time my arms, face and neck looked like I had been in a fight and lost. We reached the lake we were looking for by noon. John led us around the lake until we were on the southwestern corner of the lake. We selected our campsite on gravel among rocks that were taller than a man. We had a clear view of the lake and the portions of the John Muir trail what passed the eastern side of the lake on its way to the pass to the next valley. I was not happy with sleeping on gravel but we gathered up some tall grass near the edge of the lake and made a place for our sleeping bags. John sat down and made a fire ring with rocks and set a wire grill on top. He built a small fire and brewed coffee for the five of us while we had lunch. We started fishing after lunch. I had put on canvas tennis shoes for comfort. I was working my way around the western side of the lake. Dad and I were using fly rods and I walked out onto a large boulder so that I could get clear of all brush so that I could cast out into the middle of the lake. The rock must have gotten wet from my line after many casts because I slipped off the rock and into water that was six or seven feet deep. You can't believe how cold that water felt. I had been setting all morning and the sun had been warming me while I was fishing. You don't notice it so much because at 11,000 your sweat evaporates as fast as it comes out of your skin. The melted snow water never gets warmer than 56 degrees. When I got out of the water my teeth were chattering. I had to go back to camp and strip off my clothes. Dad and I spread my clothes out over rocks and brush to dry. I put on fresh clothes and I went looking for sunny spots to fish in an attempt to warm up. As the sun was starting to set behind the western mountains the five of us worked our way back to camp. We had only kept the fish we were going to eat for dinner. We built a fire and John pulled out a cloth bag with flour in it. I was to learn just how versatile that bag was. He actually floured the fish in the bag for cooking. In the mornings he would stick his fist in the bag creating a hole into which he'd would put in small amounts of water and make biscuits right in the bag. That night I was still cold and Dad had me get into his sleeping bag with him. We all had our sleeping bags radiating out from the fire in a circle. That way we could enjoy the heat from the fire and talk to each other until we fell asleep. John, WG and Dad would tell tall tales about Texas and Oklahoma during the depression. Danny slept with his father the first night. We just listened to the tales and wondered how many of them were true. I was falling asleep while they were still lying to each other. Sometime during the night I woke up for some reason. It took me a couple of minutes to figure out where I was. I smelled the coals of the fire, looked up at the stars, felt the heat of my father's body and heard the snoring coming from the directions WG and John. Then I felt Dad's hand gripping my cock through my under shorts. I didn't know what to do. I lay there getting a hard-on. Then I felt the back of my shorts being pulled down. I felt the warm meat of his dick slid between the cheeks of my ass. It didn't try to enter my asshole but it rested between the valley of my ass. He started jacking me off slowly. He had to know I was awake because I snore like a bear when I sleep. When I was about to cum he rolled me over and caught my cum in his hand. I watched him lick his hand clean by noon- light. I reached for his dick and found that it was sticking out of his boxer shorts. I had to work to get between his legs. Dad had to move up almost out of the bag and I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him until he climaxed into my mouth. I never missed a drop and milked him dry. When I finished I moved back next to Dad. When I could smell the coals and brush again I noticed that it had grown quiet. All I could hear was the brush rustling in the breeze. I wondered if our activity had woken everyone up. I could here them breathing. Then I heard Danny let out a soft moan. I looked across the fire ring and could make out that Danny was laying face down and John was on top of him. I could not see it but I knew he was fucking his son in the ass. When I looked at WG his sleeping bag was tenting up at the waist in a tell-tale sign that he was masturbating as fast as he could. In the morning I was a little shy about getting out of the sleeping bag. I just knew that someone would make a comment about me sucking Dad's cock last night. When Danny got up he was stark naked as he headed for the brush to piss. His little cock had a boner that had it bouncing from a 45-degree angle to vertical and slapping his flat lower tummy. John got up and scratched his scrotum as he headed after Danny to relieve himself. WG got up and he was naked too. He followed the same track in the direction of John and Danny. Dad finally unzipped the bag and opened the sleeping bag up. When the early morning air hit my body I knew that my bladder was full too. My Jockey shorts were tented up so much that my red pubic hair was exposed. When I looked at Dad his dick was sticking out of the fly of his boxer shorts with a raging hard-on. He stood up and dropped his shorts and followed the other guys. I got up and followed them too. When I found them they were lined up pissing into the brush laughing and talking. When I pulled the waistband of my shorts down and under my scrotum to pee I was informed that the uniform of the day was skin. Dad finished pissing and stepped behind me and pulled my Jockeys down. I stepped out of them and he handed them to me. John told me that very few hikers came up this trail and all we needed to do is put on swimming trunks when we saw them. By Monday the only person that would ever pass was the Forest Ranger. I knew the ones in this area, and we didn't need to dress in their presence. I was staring at the four of them. I had seen Dad naked many times but never though much about him as a sexual partner before. I had spent one night in bed with him when I was 14 and we masturbated each other. That happened while Mom was visiting her sister, because she and Dad were having a fight. But that night was never mentioned again. Dad was about five-feet eight-inches tall and because of working outdoors his body was lean and tan from the waist up. Below the waist he was almost ghostly white. His hair was sandy and his eyes were blue-gray. I got another hard-on just looking at him. WG was about six-foot two-inches tall. He was a welder and his body was covered with burn scars but they were hard to see because he was a redhead with freckles over almost all of his body. The only place no freckles showed was the area covered by his swimsuit. WG's cock was enough to make your mouth water. It was at least seven inches long when it was limp. It hung in a lazy arc and the head of his dick was purplish red. John was an old pot bellied man. His arms were covered with old tattoos that were so faded that you could hardly make out what they had been. His black hair was graying at the temples and he had more hair on his back than some have on their head. The friction of his shirts would not let any hair grown on his potbelly. It was hard to even see flesh below his belly because of all the black hair. There, his legs rubbed together and they were nearly hairless, but the rest of his legs were covered in hair. He even had some hair on the tops of his toes. His cock was about six inches long but it rivaled a beer can in diameter. It was circumcised but half of the shaft was nearly hidden behind the hair growing in his pubic area. The reason John had a young son was because he knocked up a local teenager that worked in the local dinner. She ran off with a trucker passing through. So John was raising Danny by himself. I found out later that he had been fucking him from the time Danny turned ten. That leaves Danny he was a skinny boy with his dad's curly hair, although it was light brown in color. His eyes looked large for his face and his teeth were straight and clean. His penis was small and smooth while his scrotum was small and hard. He was just beginning to grow hair above his dick but as yet he had only a few strands of hair there. His slender body exposed every muscle when he moved. We were making our way back to the campsite as we talked about the fish we caught yesterday. Most were barely pan size because they stocked the lakes with rainbow and German trout every spring. Very few survive the winters, because at 11,000 feet altitude, not much grew in the water. The fish have little to eat but each other. The fish will bite anything that falls in the water. Dry or wet flies attract fish like magnets. When we got back to the camp John said, "Everyone will have to excuse me while I put on pants and a shirt while I cook. I don't like to get burned." We all laughed at that. He got a bucket of water to wash up. He stoked the fire and started coffee. This was my first time to see someone make biscuits right in the bag of flour. He made powered scrambled eggs and sausage for the five of us. The rest of us cleaned up the dishes and cooking utensils while John tidied up his sleeping bag so critters could not get in it during the day. Then he selected the bait he was going to use today and put his boots on and wet off fishing while we cleaned up the campsite. The waste food we carried off into the brush far enough to not attract critters to the camp and buried it deeply. We hurried up and gathered up our fishing gear and drifted off in different directions. Dad stayed within sight of me and it wasn't long before everyone else was out of sight. As lunchtime approached Dad waved me over to join him. We found a rock to sit on out of sight of the lake. We had a bag lunch and took a little nap afterwards. When I woke up I asked Dad about his friends. He said, "John and WG had been my friends from the time we lived up here." Then he asked me, "Have you been fucking your cousin?" I paused and admitted that, "We have been doing it from the time I was ten." He asked, "Do you think you can handle my cock?" I said, "I think I can handle almost anything but that weapon of John's." We both chuckled, and Dad said, "It took me months before I could take it. I can't believe that Danny can take it." I thought about that for a while and wondered if I could take John's dick up my ass. I suddenly wanted my father's dick in my ass. I lay across the rock and used both hands to open my asshole for him. Dad spit in the palm of his hand and stroked his meat as he stood up and positioned himself behind me and guided his dick into my asshole. When it was past my sphincter he took hold of my hips and thrust deeply into my hole and fucked my ass. I climaxed first and when he came in my hole we found that I left a gob of cum on the rock. We fished awhile longer, and worked our way back to camp. When we got there, WG was fucking Danny in the ass while Danny was sucking his father's dick - or should I say the massive head, because the boy couldn't get the entire thing in his mouth. Dad and I watched while was masturbated each other. Dad and I both came, and started making dinner. Danny continued to suck off WG. When they were done they walked down to the lake to wash up. Then they joined us. After dinner we washed the dishes and talked awhile as the sun set. The biggest discussion was who would sleep with whom. Dad slept with John and Danny. I slept with WG. We didn't even close the bag until early morning when it got cold. Until then it was the most fun I even had. WG and I sucked each other off as we watched my Dad get fucked by John, while little Danny was under my dad sucking on his dick. I lay there on my tummy watching my dad fuck Danny while WG greased me up with KY jelly then fucking my asshole. After he came in my ass WG rolled over on his back and lifted his legs up to show me his asshole was ready for me to fuck him. I greased him up and fucked him. We laughed and said that our sleeping bags would have to be washed before we got home because of the dried cum stains on them. Monday night it was my turn to find out if I could take John's dick. It hurt my jaws getting that thing into my mouth. When he came in my mouth there was more than I could handle because my mouth was full of his cock. When I exhaled his cum came running out of my nose because I could not swallow it fast enough. Then John started getting me ready for my fucking. He laid me on my tummy and lavished kisses all over my back and ass. I was getting wet when he stuck his tongue in my asshole and reamed me out. Then he applied a generous amount of KY in my butt-hole. I watched him cover the shaft of his cock with KY, and then he pulled me up to a kneeling position. Then he guided his dick to my butt-hole. I was watching WG's and Dad's face as I felt the pole spreading my sphincter until I thought it would split me wide open. I bit my tongue to keep from crying out. Danny was busy being fucked by WG while he was sucking my dad. When John got most of it in my hole, he rested while my hole adjusted to the size of it. When my muscles relaxed, he started fucking me. My dick and heavy scrotum were swinging between my legs as I was being fucked. When he came in me, cum ran down the inside of my legs. John turned me over, lifted my legs and licked up his own cum from my legs and asshole. Then he sucked me off until I fed him my cum. Each night the bed partners changed, the three adults sat around and watched Danny and I suck and fuck each other while they masturbated as early evening entertainment. They would shoot their cum onto our bodies and rub it in before bed time. The Ranger did stop by on Thursday night with fresh stakes. John had arranged for him to bring up to us. That night we had a party that included him. The fact that he was uncircumcised was a thrill for me. It was fun masturbating him and drinking his cum from the cup formed by the skin. It was like sucking a soft straw getting the last drop with my tongue. When we hiked out on Saturday my legs were bowed from all the fucking I had received over the week. Dad, WG and I dropped off Danny and John. The five of us showered together, in groups of two or three in John's home. We cleaned up, and we had a big dinner in Bishop before we headed home. The topic of the conversation was when we would get together again for another fishing trip. Dad and WG took turns driving back to LA. That way the two of them could take turns in the back seat with me. In the five hour drive home I milked cum out of each ones dick at least three times. I lost count of the number of time I came. All I know is that my dick was swollen up like a dog's dick does when he gets it locked in the cunt of a bitch. It took a couple of days for the swelling to go down. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like me to write send your comments to: davmay699@icqmail.com.