Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2008 02:35:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tjade Goley <cirquetjaders@yahoo.com>
Subject: Oregon Trail - Part 1

Oregon Trail by Tjŕde Jolie

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to view this type of literature where you reside, please do not read this
short story. The author reserves all rights to this text.

Hi guys ! My name is Tjŕde & this is my second story for Nifty Archives !
If you like this story, let me know ! If you have any ideas for the story
or characters, also just let me know via email : cirquetjaders@yahoo.com !
Thanks guys ! NOTE- I have put a French glossary at the bottom for you guys
& please understand that my computer is a French computer so the grammar is
a little different. « and » are quotation marks.

Part 1 : Checking Out of North Carolina

	I woke up next to my three beautiful boys once again on the second
month anniversary of us being in the New World of the United States. It was
early March so our room was quite chilly, and just like my youngest boys,
Philippe and Zacharie, I had slept completely naked here in our hotel
room. I got up and went to the wash room to start getting ready for the
day. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror I noticed my oldest son
Jacques awake, staring at my swollen cock. Once he noticed me watching him
he quickly looked away and began to rise, « Good morning son, » A grunt was
his reply. Unlike his brothers, Jacques wore a nightie to sleep at night. I
took note of the tent in his crotch as he jumped on top of his brothers'
bed to roughly wake them up.
	« PUTAIN ! » one of the younger boys screamed in response to the
rude awakening. I couldn't tell which one.
	« Hey, we don't talk like that in this family ! Your mother raised
you to be gentlemen, » I chirped. My mind drifted to my late wife,
Anastasie. We made a good couple, but we did not love each other. After
all, I knew I was gay before our marriage was arranged, but I could never
tell anyone that. My father was an extremely wealthy man with an enormous
shadow. I could not disgrace him in any way, and coming out to him or
anyone else instead of getting married would be a disgrace of the highest
degree. My mind drifted back to the boys' mother as I helped Philippe and
Zacharie out of bed. The boys were fraternal twins but they both had
striking resemblance to their mother. She died giving birth to them, but
when she passed she gave each of them a part of her. Zacharie got her
beautiful emerald eyes and long eyelashes, and she gave Philippe her silky
blonde hair. And they both got her giant lips and tiny, laid-back ears. I
could see their mother in their faces every time I looked at them. I missed
her very much. It's true, I did not love her, but she was my best friend.
	As the boys groggily got rose from their dead-sleep and walked to
the connecting bathroom, I couldn't help but stare at their adorable little
naked buts. They were just about to turn sixteen and were developing into
rather gorgeous young men. My eyes drifted up their backs; all four of us
boys in the family were very muscular, as I made all of my boys keep up the
estate back in France with me. When the roof leaked above Philippe's
bedroom, we all went up to fix it. When a storm came through and ruined
three of our horse stables, we all went out to repair it. The boys were
never bitter about it, but they most definitely would have rather sat
around the maison all day.
	I turned to go back to my trunk and choose my clothes for the day
when I walked straight into Jacques, « Oh, désolé, » he said to me as I
grabbed him to keep my balance. My cock was still standing straight out,
and at our close proximity, it was pressed hard against his naked abs. We
stood still for a moment as a moan escaped from my lips at the feeling of
touching my son's warm skin with my giant dick. As my son's arms traveled
up my thighs, waist, and back, reality kicked back in, « désolé, » we both
said again, and returned to our original paths.
	Philippe came back into the bedroom, still completely naked and
announced that he and Zacharie were going to take a shower now, then still
wiping the sleep from his eyes, he walked back into the bathroom and shut
the door. I heard the boys start bickering and then the water turned
on. When we first came to this hotel we agreed that we would always take
double showers as the hot water supply would not last through four
showers. Philippe and Zacharie, Me and Jacques. That's how it had been for
two months now.
	« So today is the day, huh pop ? » my son asked me.
	« Oui, Jacques. Today we leave for the west, » We had made plans
with the U.S. government to claim land far west of here in a territory
called Oregon. Apparently I could be granted over three hundred acres of
land just for moving. I thought it was a great idea - a great way to start
a new life. It was hard to be in France after Anastasie died. Everywhere I
went, people knew who I was and who she was. I was the son of the French
Ambassador to Great Britain, and she was a distinguished singer. I decided
to move to the United States after I heard about the great offer to people
who would migrate there. At first the younger boys really didn't want to
just leave their whole lives there in France, but I talked them into it
with stories of the untouched frontier of the U.S.- Indians, Buffalo,
Bears, wild Cougars. They soon grew to love the idea. Of course, Jacques
was indifferent about the whole thing from the start. He loved his mother
very much and was completely devastated when she passed. He acts like a big
tough man, but I know he is crushed inside. Nowadays he just followed me
everywhere I went and didn't really socialize with people his own age.
	I looked up at him and tossed him a towel from our closet. All the
sudden I thought I could hear moaning from the bathroom, « They're just
about done, Jacques, » He once again grunted his response. The sound of the
water from the bathroom had stopped and I could hear the boys
giggling. After less than a minute the door to the bathroom flew open and
the boys stepped out with smiles on their faces and their towels rapped
around their waists.
	« There better not be spunk in the shower, » Jacques playfully said
as he whipped the boys with his towel. The other two boys ran for the other
side of the room to protect themselves and all three of them started to
laugh and shout.
	« Okay okay, c'est assez, » I said, ending their rough-housing, «
come on Jacques, shower time, » He followed me into the bathroom.
	Every time we showered together, there was always an awkward
steaminess between us. Ever since he started developing into a man, I had
always been extremely attracted to my son. Jacques was practically a clone
of myself. He was very tall, unlike his younger brothers who took after
their rather short mother. He had broad shoulders that supported his
massive pecs, just like mine. And a beautiful set of washboard abs. He and
I both had quite a bubble butt, but I'm sure he is, just as I am, much more
proud of our massive cocks and walnut-sized balls. I stand at about 8 or so
inches and abnormally thick whereas he is just about 7 inches probably and
equally as thick when hard. But his godlike body isn't his best feature. He
has the most beautiful face in all of France. He looks like a chiseled
version of me when I was younger. His big ember-brown eyes are just like
mine, and he has his mom's long eyelashes and her big lips. And his jaw
line is that of an angel. My son is probably one of the most beautiful men
I have ever seen, and I had the privilege of showering with him every day.
	He turned on the water and I stepped in after him after I shut and
locked the bathroom door, « It's a little cold, Pop, » he said behind me. I
changed the temperature, « Ah ! C'est glacé maintenant ! »
	« Fine, you come up here and change it, » I answered, and we
switched places. As he changed the temperature to what felt like exactly
what I had it on the first time, I picked up the soap and absentmindedly
began to wash his back. We had a pattern we followed every time we'd get
in. I would wash his back while he shampooed his hair and then we would
switch. Then we would finish off ourselves in the front. As I was rubbing
the soap into his rippled back my cock began to swell. I was glad he was
facing away from me. I lowered one of my hands to my cock and without
thinking and gave it a couple tugs. The soap and water as my lube felt good
on my dick. I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to have sex
with someone as sexy and masculine as my son. I opened my eyes briefly to
see if Jacques was finished with his hair, but he was still lathering. I
decided to keep rubbing him. After all, it felt good to me, and I'm sure
the rubdown felt good to him. My cock was completely hard after a while and
I began to worry that maybe he'd turn around and notice my arousal, but it
was to exciting to stop. I decided to be bold wash his front since he was
still working on his hair. As my soapy hands crept around to his pecs, I
watched carefully to see if my son would react negatively to the
gesture. He briefly stopped washing his hair for a second but only a
second, then continued as if there was nothing different, so I kept rubbing
soap into his giant pecs. I washed his armpits and all around his
shoulders, when I got to the nipples I spent a little extra time, flicking
and caressing them. I could hear him gasp shortly and then let out a deep
sigh. I got some more soap and began to massage his beautiful abs. They
felt so amazing under my soapy fingers. I closed my eyes to take in this
whole event and accidentally -or maybe on purpose, I don't know- stepped
forward, and my rock hard cock went right between his cheeks. It felt so
good I have to moan, but to my surprise, so did my son. I continued to rub
my son's abs in circles, each time getting closer and closer to his massive
fuck-stick. When I finally came to it, I just brushed the hilt of it but
lost confidence and I went back to his abs. Jacques still had his hands in
his soapy hair but he had stopped lathering completely and was just facing
forward with his eyes closed. I looked in front of him to see if he was
hard, and sure enough, he was. When I stopped though, he opened his eyes
and turned towards me. In almost a whisper he said,
	« Please don't stop, Pop, » I took another step forward forcing my
throbbing cock all the way into his ass cheeks and poking at his ball
sack. I dropped my right hand down again and wrapped my fingers all the way
around his rock hard staff and massaged it up and down just a few times. He
moaned loudly and arched his back, resting his head on my shoulder. I
turned to face him and licked from his chin all the way to his ear slowly
grinding into his ass whilst still rubbing his engorged dick.  I was
feeling so good just then, but suddenly I opened my eyes again and realized
what I was doing. I froze completely, eyes wide open, « I love you, Pop, »
	« I love you too, Son, » I said as I slowly stepped away from
him. I finished washing myself, rinsed off, and we both got out of the
shower and dried ourselves. Before Jacques opened the door back to the
bedroom he looked up at me and just stared. I grabbed his face and smiled
at him, and we went back into the bedroom. « Okay boys its time to get
dressed. We have a big day today. Dress for work and dress for
cold. Zacharie, wear your new boots I got you. And I better not see any
suspenders ! Boys why haven't you put on anything yet ? » Zacharie was back
under the covers and Philippe was rummaging through his trunk, both still
completely naked. « I hope you took good showers, because it's the last
real one you're going to get for quite a while, »
	As the boys began dressing, my eyes drifted between them, admiring
their difference in personalities. You could see how different they were in
everything they did. Zacharie was always the lazy one, lagging behind,
yawning between pieces of clothing. I swear that boy yawned all
day. Philippe was always the slightly pretentious and curious one. He
always demanded to have the finest of clothing and anything else that could
be fashionable. And then there was my Jacques. He was calm concise and
driven. He always shopped the fastest, ate the fastest, even walked the
fastest. « Okay boys, lets go. Say goodbye to this room. Because there's a
good chance we'll never see it again. »
	« Good riddance, » « See ya, » said the twins. As usual, Jacques
just grunted quietly. We walked up to the reception desk in the ornately
decourated lobby,
	« Yes, we're finally leaving. Room under Charlot Baudelaire, »
	« Oh checking out of the hotel ? » said the older receptionist.
	« Yes we are. We're checking out of North Carolinas, » I said
smiling to Jacques. He smiled back and briefly looked down at my crotch
again. My mind drifted off to our shower earlier that morning as I went
through check-out protocol with the receptionist. What a good day this was
going to be.

Okay guys ! That was my first installment of Oregon Trail ! Tell me if you
guys like it or not ! cirquetjaders@yahoo.com !

Glossary of French Words
Putain - like whore or bitch		glacé - freezing, frozen
Maison - house			maintenant - now
Désolé - sorry, forgive me		oui - yes
C'est - this is, that is, it is		assez - enough