Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2006 19:11:44 -0700 From: Wolf pomo Subject: Daddy's Boy Campout (gay Incest, F/b) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2006 Wolf, All Rights Reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Daddy's Boy Campout By Wolf The car pulled out of the driveway and headed for the Interstate highway. It was late at night and the boy ridding in the passenger seat. He was excited about going with his father for a weekend together by themselves but even with all of the excitement it was not long before the sound of the humming engine put him to sleep. He was thinking about what the weekend it would like. Danny had grown up as the apple of his father's eye. They lived in a modest home near the cost. They were not a modest family by any stretch of the imagination. About the only time a bathroom door was closed was when someone complained about the stench. As a result Danny grew up knowing about the physical difference between men and women. His mother was attractive enough by most standards. Her hair was naturally a brown and she dyed it blonde. She sometimes allowed the roots to show a little too much. Her breasts were large and sagged a lot more than she wanted. Her hips were wide and her lower belly sagged because a hysterectomy scar cut across her tummy allowing it to look soft and lumpy. Her pubic hair was darker than the roots on her head. Danny found the smell of her crotch repulsive most of the time. Even after she bathed her wet hair smelled rather fishy. His dad on the other hand was very attractive. His name was Malcolm, known as Mike to all of his friends. He had sandy blonde hair. He was a carpenter by trade. Working outdoors in the sun most of the time allowed him to work stripped to the waist most of the time. He preferred to work in shorts too. His body was tanned as soon as the weather was good enough to work without a shirt. He was about five-foot ten. He was a slender man with strong arms, shoulders and back. He kept his hair cropped short almost military style and his eyes were a clear blue-gray. Danny had always been impressed with the size of his father's cock. It had to be at least ten inches long in its flaccid state dangling between his legs. Women were always flirting with him but he seamed to not notice their advances. The reason they were headed out of town so late at night was so they could avoid the traffic on their outing for Father's Day. The two of them were going on a hike and weekend campout together. It was a father son outing to get some quality time together. It was a five hour drive to reach the base of the mountains they were going to hike. They parked the truck in the dirt lot and got out their gear and hiked to the ranger's shack to be in front of the line to get a tour permit for a weekend in the high country. Danny's pack was not as large as his father's but he did have all of his personal gear and some of the food they were going to use over the next couple of days. Because Danny was a city boy his legs were not used to having to step up and lift his weight up a trail and he had to work hard to keep up with his father. The trail made a lot of switchbacks and every time the trail came back to a creek Danny wanted to stop and get a drink of water. Slowly they got above the tree line and the trail became hard packed dirt on a shale mountain slope until they reached the crest of the saddle and crossed over they were in a little bowl with a small lake. Mike pushed on and they rounded a bend and started climbing up another shale trail. Danny was beginning to think his father was trying to kill him. As the sun was reaching its peak they reached the top on the next saddle on the trail. From there it was a majestic view. The lake below them was so clear you could see the bottom and it looked like there was nothing growing in it. They sat on some flat rocks and had lunch. Other people climbed the trail behind them. They all greeted them as they either passed on or stopped to eat lunch too. Pictures were taken. Then they saddled up and headed down the trail. As the trail dropped below the shale dam, water was flowing out of the rock face. The water was so cold it felt like it was coming right out of a fridge. Both Danny and Mike drank so much you would think their tummies would pop. They were soon back into the pine trees and walking around another lake. They passed a natural dam that allowed water to flow down a canyon. They passed a rangers shack that was hidden among the trees so that most people passed it and hardly even noticed it was there. Danny was hoping this was as far as they were going but his father made a turn up a trail that led up and over another crest. It was not as heavily used as the one they had been on all day. In fact they never saw or met another person on the trail. When they dropped down into the next valley they circled the lake and found a nice little clearing among some the pine trees. They were far enough from the trail that even if anyone were on the trail they would hardly even be able to see anything but a speck even if they were out in the open. They set up camp before the sun started to set and Mike produced a back pack stove and soon had water boiling. He assed a package of dehydrated food to the water and stirred the mix until it was smooth. He put a lid on the pot and started heating another pot of water. By the time that pot was hot and he had added the mix of sweet smelling power to it the first pot had cooled enough and he poured equal bowls for him and Danny. He turned the fire down to started more water after putting a lid on the second pot. They sat on a log while they ate. The package said a serving for four but the only people Mike knew that would consider that four servings would be eighty pound anorexics. The two of them finished the pot and there were dried fruits that they soaked before eating them. They ate the pudding and licked the pot clean. They washed the dishes and some of the water was used to make a little coffee. As the light faded they had made a small fire to sit around. It was located in among some rocks and very sheltered. They talked about what a great day. Mike checked out Danny's feet to make sure they did not have any blisters. It was a warm night with just enough breeze to keep ant mosquitoes down. Mike stood up and said, "It is time we went native." With that he stripped off his long sleeve shirt and kaki pants. Then he took off his boots and socks. He put on light aqua socks. It felt like he had just taken ten pounds off of his feet. Then he pulled his underpants off and rubbed his crotch. He cock looked magnificent by the fire light. The scrotum dangled between his legs as he rubbed them. He folded a blanket and sat it on the log before sitting down. Danny saw the look his father gave him and stood up and removed his clothes. For an eleven year old he had a good boy. There were just a few sandy colored hairs above his three inch cock. The cocks were both uncircumcised. He copied his father by scratching his scrotum before sitting down next to his father on the log. Mike put his arm around the boy's shoulders and hugged him. He told his son, "You can never tell anyone what I'm about to tell you." Danny agreed quickly. Mike went on, "Besides my being a nudist I have a special desire for a kind of sex that society objects too." He paused before saying any more. He wanted to see the reaction on Danny's face. He almost whispered "I am attracted to young boys like you sexually. I have been waiting for you to grow up enough to understand how I feel about you." Danny knew enough about sex to have an idea about what hid father was talking about. He remembered all of the times his father had tickled him until her almost pissed his pants. He also began to understand why seeing his father naked pleased him more than seeing his mother naked. Mike told him about how his father had taken him on a camping tip and taught him all about sex between a man and a boy. By the time he finished his story the fire was almost out and it was getting cooler. Mike suggested they go to bed now. They entered the tent. Danny went in first. Mike was right behind him. Mike had unrolled only one sleeping bag. He had brought only one anyway. They were already naked so Mike lay down so that his head was at the opening of the tent and had Danny lay down next to him. He asked Danny if he wanted to find out what it was like to have sex with a man. Danny cuddled up close to him and even went so far as to kiss his father on the cheek. His face was covered with a days worth of growth and it scratched Danny's tender cheek. His father had hid right hand resting on Danny's chest. Danny's answer was to kiss him on the mouth and place his hand on the shaft of his father's cock. He felt the blood filling it and making it hard. It did not get any longer but it did get fatter. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about outline to whitewold999@icqmail.com