Date: 22 May 2002 15:06:48 -0700
From: Dave <davmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: camping with Dad 2 (incest m/MM)

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                    Camping with Dad-2
                     Alaska with WG
                           By
                          Dave


	On the ride back to LA with Dad and WG from our
camping trip to Bishop we had five hours to talk and play with
each other.  While Dad was driving WG and I were in the back
seat I was sucking WG's purple headed dick while he was
telling me about the trip to Alaska he was taking in August.

	I had his dick out of his pants and taking my time milking
his shaft slowly as I licked pre-cum from the piss-hole in his
dick.  WG told me that his brother had moved to Alaska several
years ago.  He loved his younger brother, and he decided to
make him a Volkswagen sand-buggy with a hard top and an
electric heater.  He told me that he was just putting the finishing
touches on it and was planning on driving it up the Alcan
Highway early next month to deliver it.  Then he asked me if I
would like to go with him.  T was thrilled; what an adventure for
an eighteen-year-old.  The thought of actually driving from LA
to Anchorage, Alaska was every exciting.  I agreed to go with
him without a second thought.  Dad wanted to go to, but he had
to get back to driving his big rig.  He couldn't afford to take
anymore time off.  He said just the thought of the two of us
fucking and sucking our way to Alaska was almost enough to
make him say "Fuck the rig", and go with us.  He urged me to
take WG up on his offer and I did.  So I would just be me WG
and me.

	A couple of days after we got home, I went over to WG's
home to see what he had been working on.  In his garage he had
altered the frame of a Volkswagen by shortening the frame, after
removing the body by, cutting out where the back seat would
have been.  This made the frame 14 or 15 inches shorter.  He
had ordered an open roadster fiberglass body to sit on the
shortened frame.  Along with the body he had ordered matching
top and trailer shell.  He bolt the top permanently to the body,
and glassed it in as one unit.  Then he made removable side
curtains to make it more comfortable during the long Alaskan
winters.

	The trailer was like the type made for motorcycles.  Two
wheels the same size as the front wheels on the buggy, and a lid
on top of the fiberglass box.  It was made of matching color
fiberglass, and mounted on a chromed trailer frame.  He had the
engine rebuilt for the best performance, and made chrome plated
covers for all the moving parts on the engine.  He made a
chromed roll bar that fit under the top, and caged the engine with
chromed tubing to protect it, and attach the trailer hitch.  WG
had not only put in not only an electric heater; he had put in
electric heated leather bucket seats.  I was all over the car
checking it out.  WG had made his welds very clean, and ground
them down to a smooth finish.  Everything had been chromed to
protect it from the harsh weather of Alaska, and all of the hoses
and fuel-lines were protected with braided metal covers.

	After a couple of days of preparation we were ready to
leave for Alaska.  I packed a backpack along with my fishing
gear.  WG came over with the buggy and we opened the trailer
and tossed in my back and sleeping bag.  He had loaded the
trailer with engine parts and his personal gear, including another
double sleeping bag in case it got too cold.  There were two
rifles in heavy saddle leather cases in there too.  WG said that he
had them made for his brother.  He said that we would get a
chance to check them out when we were in Canada.  Because the
weather was warm he has the side curtains in the trailer too.  We
climbed over the sides of the buggy and were off.  Our
adventure had begun!

	We took the highway 99 north over the mountains on our
way north.  We camped out along side the American River north
of Sacramento the first night.  That's worth mentioning because
that night set the pattern for the trip-nin-stop fucking and
sucking!!

	We selected a cool place where the warm summer breeze
was strong enough to keep mosquitoes from plaguing us during
night.  We set up our sleeping bags under a bay-leaf tree, or
rather bush, just to make sure that even if the breeze died down,
that flying insects would not bother us.  We placed WG's it on
the grown and unzipped it so we could share it.  As the sun set
behind the Pacific Coastal Range, we prepared for bed by
removing all our clothes.  Our throbbing, steel-like cocks were
the signal for us to fall onto the sleeping bag and begain our first
night love.

	WG is a striking man.  He is about six-foot two-inch tall,
with beautiful curly red hair that was thinning on top.  As I
described him before, his body was covered with freckles.  They
were so large and closely packed on his shoulders they were
almost joined into one big freckle.  His penis, when flaccid, I
had discovered either, dangled between his legs and collided
with his sagging wrinkled scrotum, was crowned by his rusty red
mat of pubic hair.  When WG turned his back, his ass was tight
and as creamy white as a baby's butt.  The only placed freckles
don't show was on his butt, and a few places hot metal had
burned his body while welding.

	When WG lay on his back on the sleeping bag he reached
between his legs and pulled his cock and scrotum from between
his legs, while watched me undress.  He slowly stroked his
purple-headed cock, which continued to stand up proudly
pointing at the stars.  The sight of his naked body and thrusting
cock almost made me cum on the spot!  I untied and removed
my hiking boots along with my sweat socks.  It felt good to
move my toes in the warm sand of the rive bank.  Then I pulled
my T-shirt over my head.

	I suppose to some I would look a little chubby, but four
years of football practice had hardened my body for the job of a
middle-linebacker.  I had to fight off three hundred-pound
linemen and look for the ball.  If it was a run, my job was to
tackle him. If it was a pass, I could either try and get to the
quarterback before he could pass it, or fall back looking for a
back coming out of the backfield into a short pass pattern across
the middle.  For this job I had lifted weights until my neck
measured 19-inches, and I had a 46-inch chest, 22-inch upper
arms, 36-inch waist, 26-inch thighs and 19-inch caves.  All that
packed into a five-foot eleven-inch frame now anticipating a
night of fucking and sucking with WG.

	I pulled my five button Levi's down, along with my
underpants, to show WG that my lower legs and arms were
tanned.  My hair was so blonde it was white, and it was cut into
a flattop in the style typical of the late fifties.  Cut short in front,
it had a diffident rakish quality that I liked.  My nose had a slight
bend in it from having it broken a couple of times, and my
dentist gave me a straight mouth of teeth, with a permanent
bridge to replace teeth broken out, from being punched in the
mouth.  I hate to admit it, but nature only gave me an average
dick.  I was circumcised and the head of my dick had a thick roll
around it.  My balls were tight and smooth because I had been
kicked in the scrotum so many times that I had a hydracell.  My
lymph system had filled my scrotum with water, and that made
my scrotum as big as a softball, and it was not much softer.

	I relished the idea of making love to a man old enough to
be my father.  WG and my dad had been fucking each other
from the time they met, and I was only five years old.  That
added to the thrill of being with WG, and now it was my turn to
become closer to one of my father's lovers.

	When I was naked, WG motioned me to come to him.  He
pulled me by my legs until I was standing over his chest.  Then
he pulled me down until I sat on his chest.  He pulled me
forward enough that my balls were in front of his face, and then
he stuck out his tongue and licked my balls.  That gave me a
hard-on, already engorged with blood, stick straight out in front
of my body at a slight upward angle.  With WG licking my balls,
my dick was bobbing up and down bouncing off his nose.  My
pre-cum started leaking out of my dick, leaving a wet trail down
his forehead.  I reached backwards and stroked his cock.  I was
close to cumming, but before I could, he had me lie next to him.
We faced each other, and he wrapped his big hand around both
our dicks so that he could masturbate both of us at the same
time.  I was the first to cum in torrents, and my-cum greased up
our dicks until he shot his load all over my balls.  After cleaning
the cum off each other with our tongues, we fell asleep in each
other's arms, completely sated.

	We got up early the next morning, and headed out of
camp, hungry and excited over our continuing adventure.  We
had breakfast in the first town we came to, and got back on the
road.  The drive through Portland on our way to Seattle was
fascinating, and we made good time.  We went sight seeing in
Seattle for the day, and checked out the town before crossing
into Canada, where were able to buy fishing and hunting
licenses in Vancouver.

	The farther north we traveled, the more it was a New
World to me.  I grew up in the LA area, which was almost like a
desert.  I had never been in so green and wet a place in my life.
The roads now were grave, for the most part, because of the
amount of snowfall each winter, and the annual rainfall.  The
roadbed would not last long if it were not allowed to percolate
water and move with frost upheavals.  The best thing about the
big wheels of the sand buggy and fiberglass body is that you can
drive at speeds that would destroy a passenger car.

	The road is so intimidating that few people drive it.  When
Alaskans want to come south it's faster and more economical to
ferry the cars and trucks to Seattle.  The scenery is magnificent
and the chance to drive the road was such fun.  We stopped at
lakes to fish that may not have had a line in them for more than a
few times after the building of the highway during World War
II.  We were throwing fish back that would be a record catches
in the lower 48.  We had plenty of time, but we were able to
drive 500 hundred miles or so each day, depending on the
terrain. At day's end, we were happy to set up camp and relax in
each other's arms before cooking dinner.  We had a nice tent to
use, as well as a white gas stove for cooking, but we usually
slept and played under the stars that were more abundant than I
had ever seen in my life.  In each other's arms, or fucking and
sucking, we were a happy couple of buggers.

	We took pictures of beavers building dams for winter, and
moose and elk standing in the road as if they were surprised to
see this funny looking rig coming at them.  One afternoon we
stopped early and broke out the thirty-caliber rifle had been a
military carbine, but it had been mounted on a sporting stock
made of laminated oak and dark walnut with cheek pad built to
fit a man five-feet ten-inches.  The thirty-aut-six was made to
match.

	Both guns's fit me better than WG.  Just the same WG
was an experienced hunter, and I was not.  We followed a trail
leading to the lake, and came across some deer feeding at what
was a natural salt lick, caused by an exposed outcropping of salt.
WG let me take the first shot.  I passed up the younger males for
a six point buck that was standing guard.  I took a deep breath
and waited for him to face me so that I would have a heart shot
and squeezed the trigger.  It was over so quickly that the other
deer's scattered up the trail away from us before I was aware of
it.

	We strung the deer up and gutted him.  I burred the guts
as deep as the gravely grown would allow.  I followed WG's
instructions, doing everything I could to cover up the blood sent
to keep animals from digging them up.  Since it was my kill,
WG took the guns and I tied the feet together and hoisted the
buck up.  Even gutted it was a heavy Carcass.  Back at camp we
skinned and butchered it.  We knew that any trace of blood
would attract a bear, so we bagged our meat in plastic, and
rinsed the bag off in the lake.  Then we packed up and went
looking for place to spend the night.  We found campsite with a
cable strung high between trees.  I tied a stick to a nylon cord
and tossed it over the cable.  We divided up everything eatable
between two canvas bags, and I tied one bag to the line and ran
it up until it was touching the cable.  Then I tied the other bag
with a miller's knot and tucked the rest of the line in so that a
loop was hanging down and used a big stick to push the bag up
until the two bags were hanging equal distance from the ground.

	We set up camp far enough away so that even if a bear
came into camp, it would not mistake our smell with the sent of
deer.  Sure enough, we were woken up by the grunt of a grisly
bear.   WG had his dick lodged deep in my ass fucking me at the
time.  We both held our breath while the bear checked out the
camp.  My dick went soft when I heard him, and WG's dick
went soft in my asshole too.  The bear was attracted by the smell
of food, but hanging so high he could not reach it, so he finally
moved on up the trail.  When he left the camp WG and I laughed
in relief, because I planned on giving WG a good fucking too.
After WG came in my ass his dick slipped out of my asshole we
rested while holding each other and kissing each other lovingly.
Now it was my turn to put WG on his hands and knees.  When I
put my dick in his asshole I reached around his body and
gripped both nipples with my fingers and pulled them as I
fucked his ass.

	When I pulled out of him still dripping cum, WG turned
around and sucked my dripping dick into his mouth.  I was eager
suck him off too, so we got into a 69 and brought each other to
another cum.  We spent the entire night, off and on, fucking and
sucking, sleeping awhile, and then back to pleasuring each other.
It was the most wonderful night of my life.  Needless to say we
slept late the next morning.

	WG had made an ingenious devise that you put water in
and the Volkswagen headers heated up.  It heated only a couple
of gallons of water but enough for us to wash up with.  We took
turns cooking breakfast and dinner.  While one of us cooked, the
other one would either strike or make camp or gather firewood
or water.  When we reached the next outpost, we sold a lot of the
meat and the rack.  I wanted the leather, so we stuck around long
enough to trade for an equal amount of tanned hide.  Then we
were on the road again.

	WG and I spent a lot of nights listing to rain on our tent.  I
learned to swallow the head of his dick, too deep-throat him.  I
loved it when he shot his cum directly down my throat. When he
fucked me, unless he took me doggy fashion, I would put a
bedroll under my ass so that WG could fuck me in the
missionary position.  That way we could kiss, and he could
fondly my balls and stroke my dick while he fucked my ass.

	On warm days, we would put on baggy shorts so we could
jack-off each other as we drove up the gravel road.  We saw so
few people on the road when we met some we had to stop and
talk to each other.  The sand buggy and matching trailer
intrigued them.  They thought WG and I were related and we
didn't tell them any different.  We laughed about it, and
wondered what they'd think if they could see us in our sleeping
bag heavily into fucking and sucking each other.  Of course that
got us both hard and horny, so we'd pull over and go into a 69
before continuing on.

	When we arrived in Anchorage, Alaska we got our
barrings and headed out of town to find the brother of WG.  We
stopped long enough to wash everything down and apply a coat
of polish so that it would look as good as new before we
delivered it.  When we found the right address, no one was
home, so we kicked back to wait in front of the rustic log cabin
porch.  This was a nice cabin, with green framed double pained
windows facing an incredibly beautiful view.  We broke out the
last of our beer and enjoyed the comfort of the chairs on the
porch while we waited for WG's brother to return.

	Before long, a rusty Dodge pickup pulled up.  WG
bounded down the steps and opened the driver's door before the
engine stopped.  When the bearded redhead stepped out, he was
gathered up welcoming arms of WG.  The three of us met in
front of the buggy and WG introduced me to his brother.  His
name was Plymouth, but of course he calls himself PM.  We
were close to the same size, and but the grip of his hand was like
a vice.  WG told me that he worked for the State Highway
Department he works on road crews cutting new roads.  He does
everything from chopping down trees to grading roadbeds with
heavy equipment.  The climate weathered his hands and face
too.  He may have been WG's younger brother, but he looked
much older.

	WG opened the trailer and produced the two new guns
still in their leather cases.  PM was thrilled with his two new
guns.  There were scopes in the cases in case he ever wanted to
use one.  He has requested the guns but WG had them made
with the custom stocks made with the oak and black walnut so
that all the custom cheek pad and handgrips would look very
unique.  The metal had been engraved and inlayed to make the
guns PM's personal trophies even if he never used them.  WG
showed PM photographs of the deer I shot, and that inspired PM
to pick me up in a bear hug.  He was as strong as any football
player I had ever played against was. His warm body pressed
against me smelling of work sweat, and my cock hard as iron by
the time he put me down.  I'd have given anything right then to
pull his pants down and explore his body!

	After we showed him all thew neat things the buggy had
been equipped with, we went into the cabin.  It was equipped
with electricity, backed up with a gas-powered generator.  When
all else fails each room has white gas lamps and some oil lamps.
After we checked out the cabin we returned to the main room.
WG took his younger brother in his arms and kissed him.  I
knew from experience that WG was giving him a tongue kiss.
At the same time he was forcing his hand down the front of
PM's pants.  PM gave me a look that told me he was
embarrassed by what his broth was doing and rested him.  When
WG pulled his head away PM pleaded, "Not in front of Dave,
Please!"

	WG kept his hand in PM's pants as he called me over.  I
stood up and walked across the room and stood in front of them.
Then WG kept his left arm around PM's shoulders as he pulled
his hand out of PM's pants and togged on the front of my Levi's
until the buttons opened.  Then he pulled them down until the
passed my hips.  I had a hard-on that had my jockey shorts
sticking straight out.  PM was looking at my crotch as WG
pulled the front of them down.  PM reached out and felt my
scrotum with his rough hand.  My boner was dripping pre-cum
onto his wrist.  WG told me to take them down and turn around.
I followed his interaction, and when I turned around I felt two
rough hands on both cheeks of my ass.  Then I felt WG's hands
on my back I bent at the waist.  WG opened his brother's pants
and guided his dick into my hole.  As PM fucked my ass he
kissed his older brother and thanked him for the sweet gift of my
tight asshole.

	WG undressed himself and PM, and drove his dick into
his brother's asshole, so that it turned into a daisy chain with PM
in the middle.  I had to rest my hands on the wall to keep from
being pushed onto my face.  When PM came in my ass I
waddled around behind WG and pounded my still hard cock into
his familiar asshole and fucked him for all I was worth.  Before I
could cum, PM pulled away and knelt in front of his older
brother and took his older brother's dick into his mouth and
sucked him until he drank the cum shot down his throat.
Meanwhile, I was filling WG's ass with my-cum.  We showered
afterwards and settled in for a few days of sight seeing and
nightly gang-banging.  PM was a great guide, and even better
lover.  We saw as much as we could of the countryside, and each
other, before we caught our flight back to La.

	I have never been back to Alaska, but PM did visit us
every other year.  I always wanted to go back up there a visit
PM.  Meanwhile, daddy and WG saw to it that we had regular
fuck feasts between camping trips.  They brought along other
friends to make it more interesting.


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