Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2000 20:56:15 PDT From: Roderick Shafton Subject: CAMPING DADS Part 3 (Incest, rimming, scat, w/s) CAMPING DADS--Part 3 They headed for the tent. Phil drew the flap back. There sat Slick...and Billy. "Hi, Dad! Uh, this is my friend...Slick." "Hey, how they hangin'?" the punk said, not getting up. He had on a baseball cap--backwards, of course--a stained sweat- shirt without sleeves--and Levi's. It was the first time Phil noticed the tattoo on his right upper arm. A female siren in black leather with a whip! He nodded, and looked at his son. Billy sat there looking sheepish. He was wearing a thin t-shirt, extremely tight ass-grabbing red shorts, and his white tennies. He was obviously not in control of this expedition! "Bill? What brings you up here?" "Uh, well, I mentioned to Slick that you and Dave were up here on your camping trip, and he suggested we come up and join you two. Is...is that alright?" "Um..." "Sure!" Dave interjected quickly to temper Phil's resent- ment. "Glad you could join us. Nice to meet you, Slick." He held out his hand, forcing the boy to acknowledge and take it. "Yeah, it's a kick," Slick muttered. Dave noticed, not surprisingly, that like most punks Slick had a handshake like a wet mackeral. All his butchness was in his ability to give orders. Dave had a sudden regret at not being queer. He'd sure show this kid a lesson! He had to admit, the boy literally oozed unbridled sex! He even got a nervous sensation at the way the kid was sizing him up. Yes, this guy could definitely intimidate a person. Phil also came over to shake hands with him, holding perhaps a bit too long, causing a very slight sneer to creep across Slick's mouth. "Well, too bad you boys didn't show up sooner," Phil gained a bit of lightness, "we just finished a long hike." "Oh," Billy gushed, "Slick doesn't like to hike...he likes to ride!" "Uh, yes, I noticed his bike outside. That's quite a powerful machine you've got," Phil remarked. "Yeah, it is. Suits me." "Yes, I imagine it does," Phil smiled, the slightest trace of sarcasm in his voice. Dave stifled a smile. "How long you boys staying?" Dave asked, directing it at Billy. "Uh...til Slick's ready to ride back, I guess," he answered awkwardly, aware of his own subjugated position. "Well, tent's too small for four," Phil said, "hope you boys brought along some sleeping bags." "Y-yeah," Billy offered. "Slick brought, uh, one big one." He bit his lip, wondering if it sounded suspiciously intimate. "Good," Dave said. "That should do you fine. Hey, don't hang around here, get out and get some exercise!" Reluctantly, Slick let himself be led out to wander around while Dave and Phil whispered their confusion and disappoint- ment. They'd planned a hot session centering around the amount of sweat Dave had built up around his anus! Obviously pissed, Phil peeked out then blatantly reached down the back of Dave's pants. He swiped up and down the moist asscrack and put it to his nose. "What's that little fucker up to? Damn you smell good! I wanna rip your fuckin' pants down right now...son or no son." "Hold your horses. Maybe your son wouldn't mind, but the kid across the street could make trouble," Dave advised. "He's obviously got Billy wrapped around his dirty finger. Why'd he bring him out here?" Dave shrugged. "Maybe he wants to fuck around in the great outdoors. Gotta admit, it's rather invigorating." "Gawd! I just got a horrible thought," Phil cried. "What if...what if that punk somehow knew I was back in the truck watching them?!" "Whew! Only you could tell that, Phil. You think it's possible?" "No, I...I really don't think so. But...if he did, he's here to rub it in my face!" "Well," Dave teased, "at least you like havin' it rubbed in your face! As I remember, you even wanted him to rub it in your face!" "Sssh! They might hear. Wonder what the hell they're doing." Instead of looking out the front flap, Phil peeked through a small tear in the side of the tent. "He's gropin' him, Dave. Got his hand in his crotch and he's feelin' him up. Punk's standing there like he deserves it!" "Phil, admit it. Billy thinks he deserves it, or he wouldn't do it." "Not true. That shithole's blackmailing him. I told you he threatened him with telling me about the park." "Wow, you got a decision to make. If you think Billy's being coerced into servicing Slick, then you gotta tell him...maybe everything!" "E-everything?!! About us, too?" "Well...he'll understand. Then he'll be able to tell Slick to fuck off...if he wants." "Whadda you mean, 'if he wants'? Of course he does!" "Don't be so sure. You two are pretty close. Maybe he thinks you'd understand...maybe HE knew you were there!...maybe he's letting Slick think he's in control. Kid's a fuckin' sex bomb ...to a gay guy, hunh?" "Say, that gives me an idea. Obviously, some time on this trip he's gonna have Billy blowing him, right? Suppose we catch them? I play the irate father, and threaten the kid." "Forget it, Phil, Billy's over 18. Slick's the one underage." "Aw, that doesn't matter. Not if I was so pissed off I was ready to kill him! Turn the tables on him. Make him..." "Suck your dick?" Dave suggested, grinning. "Yeah! And...and..." "Face it, man. I think you're a little envious of Billy. You want Slick yourself, don't you? You'd even grovel if the punk said so." "I...I guess you're right, I don't know what to do, now." "Just like you said." "Hunh? Whadda you mean?" "Turn things around. How would Billy react if he caught you?" "GAWD! Hmmm. I don't know. What would that solve?" "Maybe if Slick caught you doing me he'd..." "Forget that. My wife, you idiot! No, it's gotta be the other way around. I hafta catch him forcing Billy." "OK, let's try it," Dave said. They both went out and Phil casually suggested the nearby creek if they wanted to get wet and cool off. "Hey, great idea!" Slick brightened for the first time. "Let's go, Billy, we can skinny dip out here. I love to be naked in the woods! Uh," he hesistated, "you guys gonna join us?" "No," Phil assured them. "We're really beat. You guys go on ahead and have some fun. Our feet are killing us. I couldn't walk a foot." Peeking over the ledge, Phil whispered, "Well, there's Billy all naked layed out on a big rock, but where's Slick? Why don't you slip down that gully, Dave, and see if you can find where he is?" "Alright, but don't go bustin' in there til I get back." Absentmindedly, Phil played with his crotch as he gazed at his son's sprawled nakedness. He had to admit, Billy was a pip! Without meaning to, his thoughts turned to the park. Dark, shadowy figures moving in the moonlight...closer and closer to the naked boy on his knees as cock after stiff cock was placed to the boy's eager lips, ready to burst big hefty loads of cum down his insatiable throat! He sighed at the tap to his shoulder. "Did you..." "Hi, decide to join us after all?" Slick grinned, noticing instantly the big boner in Phil's pants as he stumbled to arise. As if the sudden intrusion hadn't flustered him enough, Slick stood there bare-assed, his fat cock hanging down lusciously! "Uh...uh...h-how's the water?" Phil stammered. "Don't know. I didn't go in. Billy did, he's drying off now. But then, you can see that, can't you?" "Y-yeah, I saw him down there...You, uh, didn't feel in the mood? I thought you, uh, said you enjoyed swimming n-nude." "Um, not exactly. What I said was I enjoyed being naked in the woods. You enjoy being naked in the woods? See, I don't like to get wet too much. Kinda like the way my body smells, you know? I like smellin' myself...so do other people. Here, see what I mean." He approached Phil and practically stuck his armpit in his face! "Nice, hunh?" "Ugh, wha...well, sure, I guess it's okay if you like it like that, but...you DO bathe once in a while, don't you?" "Of course, you don't think I'm a filthy guy, do you? But you gotta admit, it's nice leaving yourself smell a bit. Don't you like smellin' your pits sometimes? Mine are great!" He stuck his arm up and sniffed his own armpit. "Kind of a shame to wash that all away, don't you think? Try it again, see what I mean." "Uh, I see what you mean, Slick...believe me!" "You like it?" "Hunh? What? Your stinky armpits?" "No, man, my big cock! You haven't taken your eyes off of it. You like it?" "It's...it's a fine one, Slick. Maybe we should get back." Slick held up his hand, stopping Phil in his tracks. "You mean that? You really want to go back? My balls smells great, too. You wanna try them? Don't I have huge nuts? Go ahead, nobody's around. Get down an smell 'em if you want!" "SLICK! What the hell are you suggesting?!!" Phil cried. "Gosh, Mr. Williams, I'm not suggesting anything. I'm just saying that if you wanna get down and smell my sweaty balls, it's alright with me. You can play with my cock too, if you want. I think you want, cause you're still lookin' at it! Come on, let's go back in the bushes. I'll let ya cocksuck me, an' lick me anywhere you want. You like suckin' ass? I smell fantastic back there today!" He grabbed Phil's astonished hand. "Let's go. I'll let ya suck my ass, and give you a hot load. Billy got the morning one, but I always come more in the afternoon!" Dave approached the rock. "Billy? Has your dad been down here?" "Hunh? No, Dave," he blushed at being naked, "I...I don't even know where Slick went." "Hmmm, he was up there, but he's not anymore. I thought maybe he came down, uh, to join you guys." "Nope. But I'm ready to go back. Let me slip on my s-shorts and I'll help you find him." But Slick had made off with them. Pushing aside the brush and brambles, Billy gasped, looking into the hidden clearing. "S-Slick! DAD? What the....aw, what the fuck's goin' on? You mutherfucker! You got something on my dad, too?" He was totally flustered. Dave was openmouthed himself, staring at the lewd performance. Billy turned. "DAVE?" Dave spread his hands apart, just as confused...kinda. "Quit your yappin'!" Slick cried, on his haunches, sitting on Phil's face...sliding his grimy asscrack across the man's lips! "Your old man's givin' me one hellofa rimjob! Why didn't you tell me he sucks ass like this?! Beats my old man all to hell!" "SLIIIICK!" Billy cried, horrified, disgusted, betrayed, entranced. He was much too astonished to care now about his own nudity. Shocked, he put his hands to his temples and let out tiny shrieks. "Yeah, yeah, so you're upset I'm feedin' your old man my asshole. I know you were looking forward to all the stink I've got on it. Listen, why don't you just blow that guy? He's got a hefty pecker in his pants. He ain't upset...see the boner he's getting? Go ahead, blow him! I'll let you...this time. Just don't forget your mouth and ass are mine!" Billy looked at Dave. He looked down at his crotch, instinctively obeying Slick. Then he looked back up to Dave's face, tears forming in his eyes. Dave didn't know what to do, so he spilled the beans, trying to keep one eye on the action. "Y-you want it in a nutshell, Billy?" Stunned, Billy nodded. "OK. Phil...your dad was in the back of the truck when Slick came in and made you blow and lick and rim him. He couldn't stand up for you because of what he heard about you in the park blowin' guys, and besides that he wanted to see what you'd do with Slick and if Slick got nasty he would have come out and pounded the guy but you licked and sucked him and stuck your tongue up his asshole and your dad got so turned on he was confused and wondered what it'd be like to lick and suck Slick himself and we were gonna catch him making you blow him today and we were gonna...hell, I don't know what we were gonna do!" He took a deep breath, then continued. "I think he was gonna make Slick be the dog and blow him, and probably me, cause you see your dad told me all about seeing you blowin' Slick and rimmin' his asshole and said it made him wonder if maybe the reason he didn't come out and protect you was because maybe he was gettin' to be gay himself and to find out he said he wanted to try blowin' me so I let him and he sucked on my asshole all night besides blowing me twice and again in the morning and when you guys showed up we saw you playing with his cock from the tent and he put his hand down my pants so he could sniff his finger cause I got all sweaty back there while we were hiking and he wanted to rim me up on the hill but I said....OH FUCK IT! YOU WANNA BLOW ME, BILLY?" The boy stood there, naked and astounded. "All...all that happened?" "See, kid," Slick grinned. "It runs in the family! Guy's got a big cock, and you like big cocks in your mouth. TAKE HIS FUCKIN' PANTS DOWN! I WANNA SEE YOU SUCK SOME HOT PRICK! DO IT, ASSBOY, OR I WON'T LET YA LICK MY HOLE ANY MORE!" Dave looked down at him. "You like lickin' his hole and blowing him off? You like the way he smells and makes you lick his dirty balls?" Billy nodded, casually reaching for his springy boner. "Then maybe you'd better do what your man says. You dig his action so go with it. I'm not making judgements, Billy, but any boy that sucks cock in the park likes to be ordered around. Pull my pants down and blow me, kid. Suck the same cock your dad did. Me an' Slick are straight. You and your dad are horny cocksuckers. Since your dad's servicing Slick, it's up to you to service me. Course I ain't a stinkhole like Slick...I'll jack you off like I jack off your dad. Slick's too stupid to know how to do that for a suck-buddy!" "Oh yeah? I just pay a guy back a better way, that's all!" Slick returned. "I pay a guy back by fuckin' him up the ass. Give 'im a real treat, hunh, Billy!" "He fucks you up the ass?" Dave asked. Billy was already licking on Dave's knob, slurping his tongue all over it. He looked up and nodded. "Wow, I'd sure like to fuck your little butt. Can I fuck your little butt, Billy?" "Hey, that's my property, mister," Slick warned. "Come on, man, get that tongue deeper up my shithole! Your boy's here takin' lessons! And your boyfriend's tryin' to put the make on his ass! HA! Lick those balls, kid. Give 'im your special treatment: cockballsandasshole!" Dave was still watching the hunky punk grinding his asshole over Phil's face. He stared at Phil's raging cock sticking out from his pants. Slick had unzipped him, and even pulled it out. He wouldn't grab it, but he was laughing and viciously slapping it around. That only made it get harder! Billy took a glance at his dad's cock, then turned away, embarrassed. But it had an effect on Billy. He started going crazy on Dave's crotch, finally twisting his head around and under his legs to bury his tongue up Dave's rectum! It was almost an automatic instinct. Billy went lower as Dave pushed his asshole to Billy's mouth. Soon, they were in much the same position as the other two. Father and son eagering licking out the buttholes of two straight guys. Dave even tried reaching down and slapping Billy's cock, but when the boy flinched in pain, he took it his hand and stroked it up and down. "You're a pussy, fella!" Slick guffawed. "Gotta treat the fags a little rough or they won't give their best. Go ahead and queer his dick if you wanna. Hell, put it in your mouth. But you go sniffin' round his ass, it better be with your nose, cause that booty's mine!" He ground his asshole down harder onto Phil's mouth. "How 'bout that, shitlick? Plug that sweet little pussy of Billy's all the time, now. Bet you'd like to lick my prick after I pull it out, wouldn't ya? Yeah, suck your own boy's assjuice! Oooh, I see that made your dick twitch!" He looked at Dave. "Maybe I'll let ya use his ass. But first I gotta see ya lick it. Then you gotta suck my prick. You're straight, hunh? We'll see about that!" Dave glared at him...while enjoying himself. "I am straight, you slimy punkboy! We might be doing the same thing right now ...but you're just as queer as they are. Who do you think you're fooling? Not me. You wanna get your mouth down on that cock so bad you can't stand it. You probably go around beatin' up on fags without knowing it's because you really wanna suck em!" "Cram your analysis, Mr. Psyche. I don't see you going down!" "You don't see me fucking my daddy's mouth, either! How come you're sitting over there? How come you're not here...on Billy? You'd rather do it to Billy's dad, cause you wanna slap your own daddy's dick. You wanna blow your dad, fella. Face it. So blow Billy's dad instead." "Alright, smartass," he slapped Phil's prick hard. "I'll go down on this prick after I see you deep-throat Billy!" Dave shut up. But getting the best of the punk was more important. "Okay, I'll do it. I'm not such a chickenshit as you are!" He went down on Billy's cock, taking it to the balls and surprising himself. "MUTHERFUCKER! I KNEW YOU WERE QUEER!" "CHICKENSHIT!" "Nobody calls me chickenshit, you turd!" He scooted his butt off Phil's face and bent down to grab the prick full force. Taking a quick glance at Dave, he gritted his teeth and went down, mouth-open. A contest, of sorts, was taking place and the raw-lipped ass-suckers had a reprieve while the two 'straight' guys tried to outdo each other! Billy was never one to hold his gun. Nobody'd ever blown him before, and having his dad's hunky buddy sucking his dick while Slick watched was entirely too much for him. He spurted. He spurted again. Hell, he spurted seven full blasts into Dave's mouth, and Dave--not wanting to admit a defeat of any kind, swallowed the boy's thick cum down his virgin throat. As determined as he was, it still dripped from the corners of his mouth. But he rose up with a smirk on his wet face. Slick was looking from the corner of his eye, and really went to work on Phil's throbbing cock. Phil loved the taste of the punk's dirty asscrack. It was even better than he'd dreamed of. Now, it was great! Great, because he was staring at the wide, gaping hole he'd wormed loose with his fluttering tongue while the punk sucked his prick. No boyish spurts for him, Phil flooded the kid's mouth with hot steams of mansperm that nearly had Slick choking! But the punk was a game boy...more than ever determined to show up his competition. It was on the last gulp that slithered down his throat, that Slick wondered if he'd been taken in. He'd never sucked a guy's prick before...especially in front of one of his suckboys... especially doing it to his suckboy's FATHER! Wet-lipped, he slowly lifted his head. Dave and Billy were sitting up, looking at him, smiling. "Whatda you think, fella?" Dave asked. "Just had my first taste of a guy's jizz. Not too shabby, I'd say. How about you?" "Goddammit!" he shouted, laying off to the side. "Now I gotta go find somebody else...SHIT! And I fuckin' liked you, Billy," he muttered. Phil leaned up on his elbows, exhausted and satisfied, wondering what Slick's commotion was all about. "What's your problem, kid?" Dave asked. "You liked that." "Y-yeah, I know," he admitted, disgusted with himself. "That's why I hafta....fuck it, let me outta here!" He jumped up, pointing to Billy. "Go home with your old man, shitlick! I'm leaving!" He hurried away. "SLICK!!!" Billy called to him. "What's wrong?" "Forget it. I can't tell ya, kid, you live across the fuckin' street! Just don't bug me any more, OK?" "He's in love with you, Billy," Dave remarked, loud enough. Slick spun around, angry, pointing a finger at Dave. "NO! NO, YOU ASSHOLE, I'M NOT! THAT...IS TOTAL BULLSHIT!" Then he calmed a bit. "That's not it. I ain't in fuckin' love with no guy. I just...dig his fuckin' body. You're the best little cocksuckin' butt-licker I ever ran across, Billyboy, and you're a horny piece of ass. But I do wanna suck your joint, man, and I can't handle that. I don't suck guys' joints! They suck me! You get me turned on so I go down and do it...I ain't got no power any more--you see? I can't be a cocksucker and make a guy do what I want! SHIT! SHIT IT ALL TO HELL! YOU FUCKERS FUCKED ME ALL FUCKED UP!" Billy rushed up to him, dropping to his knees and grabbing him around the ass. "Slick? Slick? I don't care how many times you...you do it to me...s-suck me...you can always tell me what to do! I'm yours! I...I HATE licking your dirty hole... honest...and your slimy prick always smells like crud...and your balls, too! I hate it when you make me lick all over your smelly balls...like you been fuckin' goats or something. But... when you say it..I gotta do it...you know?" Slick stared down at the begging, submissive boy. Something was tearing up inside him, and he didn't know what it was. "Yeah?" "Yeah!" Billy groveled, to Phil and Dave's silent amazement. "Just...just don't ever, ever try to make me lick your stinky feet! Your asshole stinks like the dickins, but...I'll do it for ya. I like you to fuck me...you know that...even when it hurts. And you can suck me if you want...cause you're the boss and you can do whatever you want, see? Just don't ever make me do something that dirty, okay?" Slick gasped at Billy's words. Something he hadn't considered. Something else he hadn't considered, too. The 'boss' thing. Phil and Dave just observed, silenting understanding what was taking place between the two teenagers. "Hey, you got something there, you little turd! I AM the boss over you. You're just a cocksucking little blowboy made for my pleasure, aren't you?" Billy nodded. "I can suck your little prick all the fuck I want to. I can make you blow jizz down my throat all day long, hunh? Yeah, I'm the boss. Shit, I could even make you fuck my butthole...if I wanted to, that is...WHICH I DON'T!" He leaned down and shouted into Billy's wide-eyed face. "I COULD EVEN MAKE YOU LICK MY TURD WHILE I TAKE A BIG FUCKIN' SHIT IN YOUR FACE, COULDN'T I?!!" "Y-yes, S-Slick...you could. You c-could make me do that, you're the boss! Want me to do it now?" "Naw, don't hafta go right now. But..." He reached down and ripped off his tennis shoe and smelly sweatsock. He grabbed Billy behind the neck. Billy looked up...all innocence and purity. The little fucker knew exactly what he was doing! Dave watched his performance in awe. He could learn things about psychology from Billy! Slick lifted his stinky foot to his crotch. "Next to my ...what'd you say? They stink like I been fuckin' goats? Well, smell 'em both, Billy. You like my goatstink, let's see how you like my dirty toes! Yeah, push your face right into 'em. Damn, ain't that hot stuff? Smell my toes. Stick your tongue out and lick 'em all over...in between so you can eat the little bits of grunge! That's it, you little turd, clean my foot! Yeah, that tickles. Think I just might keep you, you dirty little fag! Might get you to come over and suck off my old man, too! Wanna suck my daddy's asshole, sweetheart?" Phil was ready to pounce, but Dave held him back when Billy nodded in agreement. "I'll suck anybody you want, Slick. Anybody at all!" "Good boy. OK, you got me almost convinced. One last thing, and our deal's sealed. Alright, baby?" "Uh, sure, Slick...w-what is it? I'm ready." "We'll see. Do this last thing and I'll never doubt you again. Yeah. Yeah. Do this and I will let you fuck me in the asshole...once in a great while, of course. And you hafta suck your own cum out after." Billy bobbed his head in agreement, wondering what was next. So far, he had his sex god by the balls! Somehow he knew that Slick would be down between his legs nearly as much as himself. The 'boss' trip would allow him to do anything at all. And Slick was such a nasty-thinking guy, he'd naturally want to do some of those things himself! Billy went back to sniffing and licking Slick's dirty toes ...Billy thought they were incredible. He'd never even thought about doing such a thing before, but Slick smelled so good everywhere else, why wouldn't his feet? It was a totally different kind of smell, but Billy dug it. Slick looked over at Phil. "You ain't sayin' much, Billy's Daddy. You wanna get two cents worth in here, or are you still smellin' your upper lip? Maybe you'd like me to be your boss, too, hunh?" Phil gasped. His dick stirred at the suggestion. "I...just want Billy to be happy. He wants to be your slave, that's alright with me. I guess I understand that. You're hard to resist, I'll admit. You fuck up my kid and I'll bite off your cock and balls and eat them. Other than that, don't do it front of his mother, alright?" Slick grinned ear to ear. "That's a deal! You got nice cum, and suck an ass like a champ. Maybe Billy wouldn't mind...I mean, maybe we'll get together when I'm in the mood. Let's see if you're willing to help Billy pass his last test." He grabbed Billy by the ears, playfully. "Go suck your dad's asshole!" he ordered. "HUNH?!!" Everybody gasped at that. "Yeah. Suck his hole...get it nice and wet...I'm gonna FUCK HIM! After I FUCK HIM, you're gonna lick my prick! And to show you I'm a good master, maybe I'll blow ya afterwards. If I want to." Slick looked at Billy's dad. Dave looked at Billy's dad. Billy looked at his dad. His dad looked at Billy. "I'd do anything for you, son. This is your decision, and I'll go along with it. He's sexy, but he's a creep. You want this creep running your life...then eat out my asshole, I guess. But please, oh please, do it to me as good as I've seen you do it to him. I've never had more than a finger up there..." he glanced at Dave, "...so far. So make it easy on me if you can. Creep's gotta big cock! You know what I'm gonna be like. Guess that don't matter, though. If you crave that dirty pit of his...and we both know what that's like...fuckin' luscious, I admit...then mine won't even matter. I love your mother, Billy, but I'm just as queer as you are. We're just two dirty guys, I guess. Who else would shove their tongue up his raunchy shithole? So? What's a little incest in the bargain? Slick knows all about that, doesn't he?" "Hey! Leave my cocksuckin' old man outta this! He couldn't help it. After all, I was a hot little stud even back then. Saw my prick and just hadta lick it! No surprise he's still doing it now that it's gotten bigger. Fuck it, get over there. Let's see some asslicking!" Billy went over to Phil. They stared at each other, passing some communication between themselves. Phil lifted his legs and Billy got down and looked at his hole. Slick got down and looked at his hole, too. He could smell everything that Billy could smell. Normally, Slick would never have gotten that close to a guy's shithole, but now...well, HE WAS THE BOSS AND HE COULD DO WHATEVER THE FUCK HE WANTED! HELL, HE COULD LICK IT HIMSELF IF HE WANTED TO! Slick shook his head, trying to toss off the disturbing cobwebs. "Diggin' that, baby? Smellin' Daddy's poophole? Just another poophole, kid. You love smellin' and lickin' poopholes. One of these days you gotta tell your old man about how you carried on at the park. Whooie! What a tale that'll be! Diggin' that hot smell, baby? Lick it up! Lick it, lick it, lick it! Daddy got any shit on his hole, lick it right offa there! Stick your tongue in. Remember, I'm gonna FUCK HIM!" Billy ate out his dad's asshole. Billy knew how big Slick's cock was. Billy knew what it felt like having that big rammer jammed up his virgin butthole. His dad had a virgin butthole. Billy loved his dad. Billy sucked his dad's anus like fury, so it wouldn't hurt so much. And...well, Billy was a natural asshole sucker. He couldn't help it if he liked his dad's hole as much as any asshole he'd ever sucked on. Billy'd never sucked an asshole he didn't like. He didn't think he'd like Slick's dirty bunghole when he'd first smelled it. That's why he lied to him about never having done it before. Billy should have known better. He'd smelled so many buttholes before that, and never turned one down. But Slick's was SO smelly...SO raunchy...even he wasn't sure he'd be able to do it. But after that first sniff...well, you know the rest. Billy wormed his tongue up Phil's rectum, getting it loosened up. Phil was helping. Phil was trying to fight it, but Phil was getting his first rimjob, and he didn't much give a shit at that moment that it was his own son giving it to him! A tongue up the butt is a tongue up the butt! Especially one as experienced as Billy's. Phil wanted to cry out, "EAT OUT MY FUCKIN' ASSHOLE, SON!" But he held back, and pulled his legs back to his chest, pushing his butt out as Billy licked him there. But good intentions sometimes go awry. "AW, BILLY, EAT OUT MY FUCKIN' ASSHOLE! YOU'RE SO FUCKIN' QUEER YOU MADE YOUR DAD QUEER! LICK ME!" Comments appreciated...please mention story name. bawdypen@hotmail.com