Date: Sat, 22 Dec 2001 08:34:09 -0800 (PST) From: Rob Andresen Subject: Insurance Policy - 3 Insurance Policy - 3 Davy and I were like grade school kids in the back seat of Dad's SUV. Here we were, the last full week before we headed off to college with Dad on our way to a camp site he had heard of from some friends on the internet. When I had caught Dad and Davy fucking in the bedroom, I knew that things were going to be different. I just didn't know quite how different they could be. We had fooled around yesterday before Davy arranged to come with us camping but there was a sense of excitement in the air today. The ride seemed to take forever and yet Davy and I couldn't stop laughing or poking each other in the ribs. The teasing progressed to where we grabbed one another in the crotch and both of us got hard pretty fast. Dad yelled at us to stop playing around without him but we knew he was just jealous. The drive would take another three hours before we hit the campsite and I guess we just couldn't stop cause Davy grabbed my hardon and didn't let go, rubbing it through my cotton shorts. It didn't take long before my cock began peeking over the waistband and my breathing got deeper. I saw Dad watching us and the music from the stereo kinda faded into the background as Davy lowered his mouth onto my throbbing boner. The SUV seemed to help him with every bump we hit, my cock lodged further into hit throat, each of my seven inches sliding into his velvety wetness. He slid his head up and down, catching the bumps in the road just right and sucking on my throbber. I moaned and ran my hand through his hair. "Damn, Davy, you sure know what makes me feel good. Suck it, boy!" Davy did his best and ran his tongue over my mushroom head, swallowing the precum that leaked from the piss slit. Dad watched when he could although driving became difficult with his cock growing impatiently in his jeans. They were uncomfortable, his ten and a half inches curled into the tight denim as he watched his son's cock sliding in and out of his friend's mouth. "Oh, man, Davy. I'm gonna shoot a hot load for you, you want it?" He moaned his approval and I groaned once before shooting a hot, juicy load into his mouth. He swallowed and swallowed, the man juice sliding down his throat. He continued to slide his mouth up and down my cock, draining every bit of nut juice he could before releasing me with a wet plop. Davy licked his lips and grinned at my Dad in the rear view mirror. "Brian sure has some sweet spunk, sir. But you know I love swallowing your hot load too!" Dad moaned in agony as his hardon intensified in its constricted space. "Damn you, boy. I'm gonna make you pay for this when we get to the campsite." I chuckled and rubbed Davy's boner through his shorts. "Hey, Davy. Wanna drop a load too?" "Fuck yeah, man. I'm ready to shoot now!" I bent over, slid his shorts down, and swallowed his seven incher in a single move shocking Davy into relative silence. His sighs and moans told me I was hitting all the right spots with him too. True to his word, it didn't take long before I received a creamy reward for my efforts, his spunk sweet and salty at once. I liked my lips and grinned at my Dad in the rear view mirror like Davy had. Satisfied for the moment, we settled back for the last part of the ride. For us, it took a little while but for Dad, it was pure agony as his hardon never wavered and remained through the next hundred and fifty miles. We got to the area where the campsites were supposed to be and Dad referred back to the notes he had written down. "There's supposed to be a sign but you have to watch for it, it's not very big. It's called the `River's Bend' and it's off to the left somewhere here." We drove for a few more minutes when Davy spotted the small wooden sign with the flaking paint that announced the road. Dad turned down the gravel path and followed its convoluted track as it meandered through the trees. The highway was lost after the first turn and we could see that this place was definitely out of the way. A few moments more and the road curved around a rock outcropping to reveal a clearing with a large building and several smaller outbuildings alongside a slowly moving stream. Dad drove up to the main building where two other vehicles were parked, a Jeep and a minivan. I could see a garage to the side of the building and wondered how many people were here. I didn't want to be interrupted when Davy and Dad and I were playing! Dad parked the car and went into the main house for a few minutes before coming out. He had a strange grin on his face but I didn't pay much attention since I figured he was looking forward to getting settled and getting laid. He pulled down the road a little further to a second bend in the river before parking. A small wooden sign identified this as campsite #2. From here, I could see two other tents a ways away. One was a larger, four man tent but the other was just a pup tent. We began unpacking and Dad and Davy began setting up the two room job we had bought yesterday. Although I still had my backpack from when I was in the scouts, Dad and I had never gone camping together before so we had never needed any gear. The tent looked huge and when I went in, I saw that it was actually two rooms separated by a canvas wall that zipped up and around. We could open it up if we wanted to but the second room was more than big enough for the three of us. Dad whipped out a portable rack and he began hanging our clothes in the main room. They finished the unpacking as I began collecting wood for the fire. As I wandered through the forest across the road from the campsite, I did notice a guy about my age over by the pup tent and a couple of other men by the larger tent but I was too excited to pay much attention. I got enough wood to survive through the evening and came back to Dad setting up the camp chairs and Davy bringing rocks from the river for the fireplace. It was getting a little late for lunch and not quite early enough for dinner so we finished the campsite and went back into the tent. We took off our shoes so we wouldn't track in too much dirt but before Dad could go any further, Davy and I looked at one another, grinned, nodded, and tackled him into the second room where the sleeping bags were. We were laughing as we felt up my Dad, twisting away from his hands as he grabbed back at us. I brushed my hand across his crotch several times and each time it seemed he got harder than before. Davy concentrated on grabbing Dad's nipples and succeeded often enough to make them pop up. Dad lunged at me and fell on top of me, his shorter bulk feeling hard and horny against me. He stopped then and bent down to kiss me, his tongue sliding into my mouth and jousting with my own. I had my eyes closed but I could hear Davy's labored breathing as he rubbed his hands along my Dad's back and tight ass. Davy began sliding Dad's shirt up and we broke our kiss long enough for Davy to remove it completely. Dad bent back down and we continued to kiss, our lips locking in a sweet surrender between men. Davy continued his work on Dad's clothes, pulling the soccer shorts down Dad's hairy calves, revealing the fact that he was not wearing any underwear. I felt Davy moving around and opened my eyes long enough to see him pulling off the last of his clothing. Damn, he had such a hot, tight body. And those legs led to the most beautiful ass cheeks! But this time, Davy had something else in mind. I felt Dad tighten up against me, his moans buried in my lips as Davy slid his tongue into my Dad's ass. Dad spread his legs, his cock throbbing against my belly as Davy chewed on his love chute. Dad was going crazy from the feelings, I could tell. His tongue stopped moving much and I took over as he let himself go into the feeling. I knew Davy was good but Dad seemed to have a spot that Davy kept hitting because he would grunt as Davy's tongue slid over a particular spot. My own cock was aching for release so I pulled Dad's legs up slightly so he would know to get on all fours. His eyes were closed in ecstasy but he knew what to do as I slid out from under him. A few seconds later and I was as naked as they were, my seven inches hanging obscenely below my nut bush. I stood before my Dad, watching Davy's face bury itself between Dad's hairy ass cheeks. Dad seemed to know I was there because he lifted his head and swallowed my meat. I still am not really sure how long my Dad's been fooling around with guys, but he sure learned how to give head as he slid his velvet lips over my throbbing cock, licking the mushroom head and sucking the precum from my slit. Dad drove me nuts as he twirled his tongue around my pole before sliding down to the base and breathing in my curly hairs. Apparently, Davy decided that he had taken care of the essentials and raised himself, looking into my face with an evil glint to his eyes. I suddenly knew what he was going to do about a second before Dad did. I forced my cock down Dad's throat as Davy buried his hard cock deep into Dad's love chute, all seven inches sliding almost effortlessly in where neither of us had gone before. Dad groaned but didn't choke on me as we two boys buried our man meat into Dad's ends. He seemed to love the feeling of seven inches in his throat and ass. Davy and I timed out thrusts so we both buried our cocks in Dad at the same time, burying our cocks and coming closer together over my Dad's back. I knew he was loving it because Dad's cock was rubbing against the tent floor, leaving a trail of cock slime each time. His ten and a half inches were throbbing but were too heavy to remain against his furry belly. I heard the slap of his nut sack as Davy buried his hardon in my Dad's pucker. But this was not right. Here we were, taking Dad for our own pleasure and he wasn't getting anything out of it. Well, almost nothing. So I slid out of Dad's mouth and dropped and spun around so I was under him again. As his hot mouth sank down on my throbber, I swallowed three quarters of his man meat, losing the mushroom head in my throat. I did my best to slide further down that awesome baby maker until I too had a cock buried in my throat and his nut sack was tickling my nose. Davy's breathing came faster and I heard him moan. "Fuck! I'm gonna shoot my load, Brian. I'm gonna dump my load in your Dad's hot ass!" Dad took his lips off my hardon and moaned back at the boy. "Fuck me, Davy. Spill that seed in my ass. Make it burn into my cum chute!" Davy grunted and I could feel the cum spurting into my Dad's ass through the cock buried in my mouth. Dad went back to sucking on my cock as Davy fell forward on his back. Dad's furry body rustled against my smooth skin as he slid up and down my meat. Davy got up and ran his hands down Dad's back so I reached around and placed my hands on Dad's hairy ass cheeks, pulling them apart a bit and letting the cum ooze out of this raw pucker. I looked up at the juice sliding down his thigh and I let the cock drop out of my mouth, deciding I had to taste Davy's load in my Dad's ass. A little sliding and Dad's hole was positioned over my face, white spunk oozing from the tight ring. I extended my tongue and lapped at the juicy goodness, its creamy spice tingling on my tongue. Dad moaned onto my cock as I slid around his ring and suddenly popped into his chute. The cum began streaming a bit as I loosened Dad's ass open with my tongue. He began groaning as I sucked his asshole, my tongue forcing its way into the boy spunk repository. Dad seemed to like having things up his ass because he decided that he wanted me there too. A quick maneuver and he was astride me, my throbbing seven incher sliding deep into my father's moist hole. It was incredible! He was hot and wet and tight and we made squishing sounds as my pole slid into the cum Davy had deposited there. Davy liked what he saw and decided his ass needed attention too so he kneeled down over me, opening his rosebud for my probing tongue. I felt the two of them above me, my cock riding my Dad's ass as my tongue buried itself in Davy's love chute. I felt the two of them kiss and knew that they were forming a sexual triangle that gave power to each of the sides. That drove me over the edge and I moaned low as my balls drew up into the sack, the boy juice spewing its way out my piss slit into Dad's raw ass. But Dad was not being very nice because he continued to ride me, sliding up and down my abused cock, it's raw nerves whining with each movement. I came and came and came until I had nothing left to give. Then I felt it as my Dad's load sprayed across my chest and onto Davy's belly, hot hard sprays of cum dripping across our bodies. Dad and Davy fell to either side of me, drained of energy and spunk as the heat of the day settled around us and cooled us from our exertions. We fell asleep for a while because it was dark out when I woke up. Dad was still lying next to me, his hairy body cuddled against mine, but Davy had apparently gotten up already because I could hear the fire going and could smell something wonderful. Dad stretched and sighed as he awoke to my hands running across his hairy chest and belly. He looked t me, grinned, and kissed me softly. "I think Davy has been making dinner," I said as I placed my hand against my Dad's face. His eyes were soft as he looked at his son in his arms. We cuddled for a few moments before the tent flap rusted and Davy slid in. "Hey, guys. Dinner's just about done here. We've got burgers and dogs about done so get dressed and come on out." He reached into a cooler and drew out the buns and the condiment bag before exiting once more. Dad and I were coated with cum but it seemed to have dried ok so we just put on shorts and t-shirts before going out into the dusk. The fire was going nicely and the burgers and dogs were sizzling nicely. Davy had set up a nice little kitchen and was working with a practiced air. "So, when did you learn how to do campfire cooking, Davy?" I asked as I settled next to the fire. "Well, when I was in the scouts, I got to learn how to cook from the scoutmaster. He worked as a chef and he figured out that we had a bit in common. Once we got over the first encounter, he started to teach me how to cook. I think I am going to study cooking and maybe see about becoming a chef somewhere." "You mean Jeff Miller, the chef at that new place outside town?" inquired my Dad with some surprise. "Yep. Good old Beer Can Miller. He's only got about six and a half inches but he is awesomely thick," grinned Davy. Apparently, my friend was much more experienced than I would have expected but I chuckled at Dad's reaction. "Well. Now that we know that, maybe it's time to see if he wants to play for real." Dad's demeanor became thoughtful at that. The food was ready so the three of us had a nice dinner and since Davy cooked, Dad and I cleaned up. It was a beautiful night with the stream adding a soft counterpoint to the crickets and wind through the trees. I could not believe how peaceful the area was as we sat by the fire. The stars came out nicely with no clouds to hide them in the sky. We sat there, Dad leaning against a large rock with Davy on his right and me on his left, leaning back against his chest, our heads against his pecs. Dad kissed the top of my head and then did the same for Davy as we settled comfortably together. We talked a bit about college and the future but nothing too dramatic as we let the night settle in around us. I'm not sure which of us heard it first but sound definitely traveled well in this area. The low grunts and moans were definitely male and I could swear I could hear flesh slapping against flesh. I looked up at Dad and he grinned at me. "One of he reasons I chose this particular campsite is that it's a gay owned and operated site. The owner and his lover live in the main house and keep the place up for the guests. Sometimes there's even a party in the main house although I'm not sure if there's one planned." Dad ran his hands across my chest, teasing my nipples erect. I could see he was doing the same to Davy. It was wild, Davy and me against Dad in front of a fireplace in the wilderness with the sounds of man sex whispering across the clearing, almost covered by the sound of the river rushing next to us. A couple of moans and a short cry of agony and the men having sex concluded their evenings entertainment. We were tired from the trip and the exertions of the afternoon so we decided to call it a night. Davy and I cleared the fire and closed the campsite while Dad settled things in the tent. We came in to find him laying the sheet over the pad on the ground. We undressed and slid under the covers, Davy and me on either side of Dad. "Good night, Davy. Good night, Brian" dad kissed us each on our heads as he settled in, our arms around him. I couldn't wait for tomorrow! Thanks for all the emails and encouragement, guys. If you liked this one, let me know at malricnyc@excite.com Happy Hardons, everyone! Rob