Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2017 03:59:43 -0700
From: Daddyrob2@gmail.com
Subject: Snake Bite

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This is a story of father-son incest. Proceed at your own risk.



Snake Bite

Paul Havery stirred. The ceiling was stucco. The quick glance to his right
saw the curtains billow and fall with every breath of breeze. The sigh was
heavy. Paul felt fine. Complete. His gaze fell to the relieved expression o
byf his very young son, Carl. His sweet boy. Good boy.
     "Okay, tuff?"
     Robbie grinned. "Okay. You gonna be okay?"
     Paul grinned slowly. "I think you got all the bite."
      Robbie relaxed.
      Paul sighed. "Daddy needs a towel. Come clean me up. Go ahead."
      He watched the scamp rush over to the knapsack, the little naked butt
bouncing with every thrust of step. Laying back he said a quick thanks to
the gods of nature. Paul grinned with supreme contentment. And it had only
taken three days in the woods...



The hike was in its third day when it had happened. Father and son alone in
the hills away from the city noises. Paul had been careful. The previous
days had been simple hike and bed times. A man and his son on a nature
trail. Basic. No muss. No fuss. Family in the woods. Setting up
camp. Bonfire. Bed rolls. Camp out under the stars. Then more trails to
explore. Lots of discovery. Even more laughter. Daddy. Son. Nothing amiss.
     Paul grinned at his concerned son. Even now the lad was
worried. Unfair, really. But it made Paul's grin grow into a smile. Must
have been yesterday morning, Paul thought. Accidentally forgetting to put
his cock back in the fly after taking a leak. Silly, really. But it took a
quarter mile before Robbie said anything.
     "Daddy?"
     Paul grunted to acknowledge.
     "Your pee-pee's hanging out..."
     He tried on. "What do you mean."
     "Daddy", Robbie laughed, "you forgot to put your pee-pee back after
your piss."
      They stopped. Paul looked down then chuckled. "I guess I did." He
winked at his son. "Feels kinda good like this. Nobody's around. What the
cocksuck." Another guffaw and the bear continued.
      Robbie giggled as he caught up to his daddy taking hold of the
paw. The lad felt very grown-up holding onto the plump fingers with his
bold and brave daddy. Who's other father would walk through the woods with
his pee-pee swinging back and forth like that? Bet yours wouldn't, hunh?
      Paul kept his prick free for another two hours.
      Robbie's heart thumped with pride. My daddy's bigger than yours.



Another piss could be forced. Paul pulled off his shorts. Handing them to
his son he turned his back to the boy. The trickle of piss was weak but
noisily hit the foliage.
     Robbie stared at the too-white hairy ass cheeks. Tee shirt from the
waist up and socks and runners at the feet the burly mountain was naked in
between. It was fun being guys together in the woods. Yup, he definitely
liked this weekend hiking with daddy. It was even better when daddy pulled
off the shirt bundling it over to him. He bet his dad was the bravest man
in the world to walk the path like this. Naked. Hairy. Strong. Bet my daddy
could beat up yours, hunh?



Paul liked the slight clearing. "This is good. What say we set up camp here
for tonight?" The kid eagerly agreed. "Good. Let's do it. I'll fix up camp
while you strip down. Us boys gotta get one with nature. Hand me your roll
and you get your pee-pee outta your cottons."
     Robbie giggled but did quickly strip naked. Just like daddy, though,
he kept his socks and runners on. See? Just like a big guy.
     Once the camp was set Paul knelt on one knee before his boy. With the
boldness of father to son his right fingers took gentle hold of his sons
white smooth bag. "I think the cold has settled here", he grinned. The
little pees hugged the body tightly. "My sweetness seems to need some
warmth."
     Robbie laughed lightly. The fingertips and thumb felt good against the
taut sac. "Maybe when I'm older mine will be as big as yours", he said
hopefully.
     "Maybe." Paul took a scholars glance at the wee gonads. "But I doubt
it."
     Robbie lost his grin. Oh, no...
     "Looks like your pees will grow into watermelons." Paul grinned
broadly.
     Robbie smiled with relief.



They sat opposite with the fire between them. Robbie was following daddy by
also removing his runners and socks. But he did have a rather impish
question. "Daddy? How come your tip is so dark?"
     Paul folded his socks into the sneakers. "My tip?"
     Robbie swung his arm towards the fire between. "You know - your tip."
     Paul glanced from fire to his own forested crotch. "Oh." He gave a
hearty chuckle. "My knob. Don't say tip. Makes it sound like a
cigarello. Man's color. Burgundy. Boys are pale pink. Men are burgundy."
     The lad thought it over as the firelight painted it in swathes of
orange. "It's kinda shiny, sorta, isn't it?"
     "He. Never say it. He's kind of shiny." Paul offered a relaxed
daddy-smile. "He's made of the silk of man. Don't worry. You'll grow into
your own silk. Right now yours is more velvet. The only ones who grow into
velvet are black men. They have the best texture of all men in the
world. Us white guys have got to be content with silk. Noblesse oblige."
      "Hunh?"
      "Be happy with what you've got."
      "Oh." But Robbie didn't understand. Must be a daddy thing.


It was so much more fun in the morning. Not only did Robbie not dress but
daddy kept his bravery in tact by keeping bare, too. And, you know, it was
kinda funny but as daddy straightened up after breakfast he got into sorta
funny positions. I mean Robbie actually could see the button in his crack
at one point. How many people ever saw that? Kinda cool, no? In fact it
seemed to Robbie that daddy kinda showed off his fat cheeks alot. Course
they only seemed fat when he crouched down low as he rolled up the sleeping
bags. But, still... Kinda impressive nonetheless.
     "All right," Paul said standing. "Time for a piss." Offering his hand
he led the kid deeper into the bush. Reaching down he took hold of the cool
little wang between his thumb and forefinger. "I'll bet little Bobby is
ready for a good blast."
     Robbie grinned up at his bent over daddy. Like every morning as his
daddy held his little prick the man suckled his right nipple. Robbie didn't
know why but he always peed better this way. The lad also liked the way the
other three fingers bounced his balls as daddy's thumb and forefinger
directed his piss. The sucking lips on his little titty always made him
feel warm. It was probably why every morning he waited for daddy even
though he knew he could go on his own. This was way more fun.
     Paul raised himself. The boy was done. He clamped his fingers about
the back of the lithe neck. Looking out in front of himself he saw the
early sunrise flickering through the dense dark green foliage. The young
thin fingers lifted his hefty meat so he, too, could relieve
himself. Sunrise. His son. A boy holding his cock. Really, what else was
there? He pissed with abandon as the kid took enjoyment in swinging the
hose with a freedom he didn't have at home in front of the bowl. Paul
merely breathed in deeply enjoying the outdoors. It was a moment of
perfection.


Paul posed his son on the warm boulder. Using his phone as camera he took
the nudes with the lad sitting, knees up, knees down, legs splayed, ankles
crossed, on his back, on his stomach. The glow of sunlight hugged Robbie's
perfection as the lad happily followed each pose-request. The pics of the
two of them side by side were awkwardly snapped. An arm aloft removed Paul
from the shoulders up but brought his son in all his youthful glory as
counterpoint to the bears rougher form. He delighted in his sons own glee
as he held the fat prick in a mock ritual of father-son pee. There was more
laughter than anything else as Paul snapped away. Afterwards Paul handed
over the phone so Robbie could browse the album.
     "You gonna keep all of these?"
     Paul unfolded one of the sleeping bags. "Nope. Just one or two
maybe. The rest are going to a photographer friend of mine." Opening his
paw he waited for the boy to place the phone there. "Who knows? Maybe
you'll become a model." Paul chuckled knowing he would only take this so
far.
     "Are we gonna nap?"
     Paul looked up where the boy sat on the rock. "You tired?"
     "No."
     "Me, neither." He squatted near the foot of the nylon. The bear fussed
with the phone as Robbie stood up on the boulder surveying all that he
could see. It wasn't until the "ding" occurred that the lad paid any
attention. "Got an email."
     Robbie carefully climbed down. "Are you gonna work?" It was an
accusation.
     "Hmm? No, no. It's from my friend. He sent a few snaps of him and his
boy. Looks like the Carribean. Come see."
      Robbie climbed between his daddy's legs resting his back against the
fur. In the album the pair were alone or together; swimming, eating,
sailing. Speedo-clad the duo seemed to be in or beside the bluest
waters. It made Robbie want to swim suddenly. The ocean looked so
inviting. The pics within the bright hotel room were similar to the ones
that daddy had just taken. No speedos but lots of smiling. But the man
seemed strange somehow until Robbie figured it out. "Daddy, he's got no
hair by his pee-pee."
     "Oh, yeah. Some guys shave their pubes. Different strokes. Do you
think I should shave my forest?"
     "No!" Robbie turned sharply. "I want to be hairy like you. I'm already
shaved!"
     Paul laughed out loud. "Well, I won't shave if my tuff likes me like
this."
     "I do, I do." His thumb tripped easily through the pics. "What's
this?"
     Paul bent over the slight shoulder peering at the horizontal
image. "It's the cure for snake bite."
     "The man got bit?" The tone was a mixture of alarm and horror.
     "No", Paul placated. "Just a euphemism. When people got snake bites
long ago another person would suck out the venom. Totally bad idea though
the expression has lasted. The boy is simply giving a snake bite treatment
to his dad."
      Robbie lingered over the images. Then he went back to the first of
these to ever so slowly peruse the interesting content. "Snake bite", he
mumbled.
     "Snake bite." Paul kissed the lads shoulder. A paw slid round the lads
slim hips as the fingers slid over the smooth sex. The little cocklette and
ballys were tenderly fondled. The other hand soothed over the boyish chest
as fingers tweaked young nipples. His eyes gazed at the phone. "See? He's
doing the same thing for his son." His lips kissed the lithe neck.
     It was true. Robbie marvelled at the intimacy of this father and
son. Much more than when he himself merely held daddy's fat pee-pee. He
thumbed further until the end. Placing the phone down his hands then held
over the fondling fingers. He rested firmly into the torso.
     Paul kissed up the neck to the cheek. As his son turned towards him he
kissed the lips lightly but constantly. The paws roamed softly over the
smooth boy. The photos had his libido encouraged with possibility. There
was little manipulation to bring the lad to his knees sideways to Paul's
form. His lips kissed one sweet pap then the other then back again. With
each gentle suck his tongue coaxed the little nips to hardness. His tongue
tip flicked each little chest-prick before a quick suck of its pale brown
pap. As his paws encouraged his son to carefully stand the rising flesh
allowed his sucking kisses to drift down to ribs then tummy then belly
button then pubis. As the kids feet became firmly planted his grazing
suction slid to the wonder of boy cocklette.
     Robbie planted his hands on the bushy hair as he experienced the
wonder of the cure. Daddy swallowed his pee-pee with such careful reverence
that it was a mystical experience. The man's mouth suckled so gently that
the suck was almost an afterthought to his first blowjob. His pee-pee was
held within a worshipping wetness of pure love.
     Paul allowed his lips to slide back and forth along the slight ridges
of pencil-prick. How could something so slight elicit such joy? This was
the diamond of boyhood. As his lips slid over the small protrubence of
cocklette knob the tongue flicked rapidly as it had encouraged
boy-nips. Then once more the sweet shaft was pulled in with great
care. Paws held the hips then gave his son his first experience of
thrust. His firm grip allowed the crotch to fuck his mouth with short sharp
motion. Allowing one hand to reach down Paul was determined to catch the
polaroid moment.
     Robbie clasped the hairs in firm fists. The sucking was amazing! And
then the tongue began to lap his ballys as his knob rubbed along the roof
of daddy's mouth. Even without the sucking his pee-pee felt glorious!
     The sweet peas bounced with undisguised glee upon his comehither
tongue. The hard little peas slipped and slid as his experienced muscle
explored boy-bag. With every tongue curve those ballys rolled about. His
lower jaw closed upward taking the whole of his sons essence into his warm
loving mouth. Clamping a paw firmly over the apple-butt he brought the boy
with him as he lay back. Paul knew boys. His son would find his own
accommodating adjustment.
     Robbie slid a knee on either side of daddy's head as he lay
horizontal, cocklette and ballys securely within. His own hands were flat
upon dried grass and cool earth as he was sucked. Then he stretched his
legs down along the bears torso. His feet felt the hard warmth between them
as daddy continued the magic. Arches squeezed to meet rubbing daddy's hot
tube. He grinned as daddy growled a reverberation into his boyhood. Toes
balleted the pubes as his feet squeezed.
     Paul could take no more. Dropping the phone he pulled his son
free. With a steady full push south he brought the boys face to his
cock. "Suck", was all he said.
     Robbie remembered the pics. Small fingers slid along the sides of the
shaft. With instinct alone he sucked the tip of the purple knob. Daddy's
fingers held his ears as he quickly learned the limits of his mouth. The
plum filled his mouth. The roof was squashing one side of the knob while
the other pressed his tongue down into his lower jaw. With a tight press on
the sides of his head the silky heat rocked back and forth in his mouth.
     "Suck it, son", Paul whispered hoarsely. The lewdness filled
him. "Suck daddy's pee-pee. Make daddy feel good. That's it, son. You know
how. Let daddy make you a good cocksucker."
     Robbie allowed the hands to rock his head. The slimey knob slid about
his mouth. It was so big! The rubbing about the inside seemed to change the
taste from innocuous to a pungent saltiness. But he didn't mind. Not
really. He'd never known daddy to groan so much. Or so deeply. Besides the
pee-pee felt good. Especially the plump edges as they popped in and out of
his lips. That was kinda cool, actually.
     "Baby. Baby. Daddy's so close. I'm close, baby!"
     Well, of course, he was close. He was right here. Funny how slimey his
mouth was. Kinda like warm honey with a funny taste.
      "Honey, daddy can't hold back. Baby? Gotta blast. Sorry, son, but
daddy's gotta."
     This sliminess was kinda thick. All inside his mouth. At least the end
was still silky. Real smooth-like.
     "Here it is. So sorry, son. Swallow, baby."
     The explosion choked him. Suddenly it was like an ocean of wet strong
honey was filling his mouth. The knob didn't rock anymore but it felt
fatter somehow. But the spurts kept happening. He tried so hard to swallow
if only to free his mouth but mostly it just leaked out of the corners of
his mouth. At least the paws had let go of his ears.
     Paul grabbed the phone. The boy looked at him with some confusion but
he knew he had to capture his first swallows. As he snapped he thought that
there was nothing so hot as a boy with daddy's cock in his mouth. The
strands of leaking cum just made him even cuter.


They were two hours into the drive home when Paul realized where the camera
was. At first he regretted the loss of the pics. Then he worried if it
would be found.


It was.



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