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It was the summer of 1964 and I was 13 years old...

A week after we had returned from Scout camp, Dad announced that we were taking a weeklong vacation trip.� He'd heard about a really nice state park a half day's drive from our house.� He showed me a brochure on the park and all the things available to do there. He then said he'd talked to Todd's mom and that Todd was going with us.� Fun!� There were cabins available to rent, but my dad wasn't about to pay for a cabin when we already had a nice big cabin tent.� So the week after the 4th of July, we headed to Clear Lake State Park.�

Clear Lake State Park was everything the brochure said it would be.� The campsites were very nice and set in the woods.� There were shower facilities a short walk from our campsite.� There were miles of trails through the woods. �But the big attraction was the lake itself.� As advertized, the water was cool and clear, perfect for swimming and snorkeling. Along with canoes, they had small flatboats to rent, with and without an outboard motor. They had a well stocked camp store and a cantina where you could get a hamburger or other sandwiches.� It was beautiful and a great place to go.

There's only so much stuff you can pack into the trunk of a T-bird and compromises had to be made.� Lawn chairs had priority over cots, so we slept on air mattresses set directly on the canvas floor of the tent.� We did have our Coleman camp stove and a gas lantern.� It was rather warm at night, so we just threw down a sheet on the air mattresses with another cotton sheet to cover up with.� The ice chest was a tough fit, so it rode on one of the back seats.� Food stuff and a few changes of clothing rounded out our supplies and equipment for the week.

Once we had camp set up in the early afternoon, Todd and I naturally wanted to do everything at once.� Dad took us on a hike and then swimming.� Afterward Dad cranked up the Coleman stove and whipped out a tasty camp stew.� Once the sun set, we lit a small fire and roasted marshmallows.� All in all it had been a grand day and the week promised to be fun filled.

When it was time to turn in for the night, Dad took us to the bathhouse for a quick shower.� It was a perfectly clear night.� The moon hadn't risen yet, so except for the glaring mercury vapor light at the bathhouse, it was dark.� On the way back to our tent, Dad stopped and gave a short lecture on astronomy, pointing out the plane of the Milky Way and the constellation Scorpio.� Mars was in view too and even with the naked eye you could see that it was red.�

Dad had previously assigned our beds, with him in the middle, so once in the tent with the mosquito screen zipped up, there only remained stripping off what little we wore.� It was too warm to even cover up with a thin sheet, so we all lay uncovered.�� Almost from the moment he lay down, Dad was snoring.� I listened to the crickets and bugs for a while and dozed off fairly quickly.

Sometime in the night, something woke me. It was Dad mumbling.� I figured he was having a dream until I looked over at him.� By then the moon had risen and had softly lit up the interior of tent enough to see that Todd had Dad's cock in his mouth and that Dad was holding his head down as he trust his hips upwards into Todd's mouth.

The mumbling was now in context and I could make out Dad whispers, "Suck my dick, sweet boy.� Fuck... You do that so nicely...� Yeah, suck me, baby, suck me."�

A few minutes later Dad began grunting.� I knew he was unloading into my friend's mouth.� As shocking as this development was, I couldn't help but smile.� Smile and stroke my own dick to major wood.

Todd pulled off my Dad's dick, but continued to fondle him.� There were now no secrets here among us.� I called in a low voice, "Hey, Todd, come do me now."�

Todd crawled over my Dad's naked body and moved into a 69 with me, my dad lying right next to us.� After we both unloaded our balls, we rolled to the side and fell asleep.� In the morning Todd's dick was still in my face as was my dick in his face. Not only that, but Dad had his hand on Todd's ass and was feeling him up.

That morning, Dad never spoke of what had happened and went about as if nothing had happened.� Todd and I, however, did talk about amongst ourselves.

"Yeah, I couldn't resist.� The way your dad looks at me when I'm staying at your house..."

"You're running around naked," I interjected.

"So are you and so is your dad," he replied.� "I look pretty good, huh?" he quipped with a mischievous grin and hefting his tits.�

"Yeah, he looks at me alright.� And when he's beating off... I can tell what he's thinking."

"Bull shit!"

"No, seriously. He's thinking, 'I could have him suck my dick if I wanted.'� And your dad has got such a nice dick too!�

"Last night� I figured the worse thing he would do is tell me to stop.� So, somehow his cock found its way into my hand.� It got really hard, really quick.� He pretended to be asleep, but I wasn't so sure.� When I began moving down on him, he still didn't say anything.� I figured it was now or never, so I did it. He wasn't asleep.� Not through any of it.� I bet he'll let you blow him tonight."

"No way!� No way am I doing that.� He's my dad!"

"He's has a nice big dick and I know you like nice big dicks.� Especially the dicks of nice guys like your dad."

"No!� I won't do it."

"I bet he'll let you if you try.� Who knows, maybe he'll suck us too."

"No way, Todd.� No way."

"What if he sucks me?"

"What of it?� I already know he does that sort of thing.� Why do you think he lets us do what we do?"

"Really? Your dad sucks dick?� Whose dick?"

"He has a friend who comes over on some of those nights I sleep at your house."

"Really?� Why haven't you told me this before?"

"Because it's not any of your business, that's why."

"Hey, we aren't supposed to have any secrets between us," complained Todd.

I ignored his complaint. I tried to let the whole matter drop, but whenever we were out of Dad's ear shot, he'd bring the same thing up again, urging me to blow my dad.� Still, I wasn't going to blow my dad.� It just didn't seem like a good idea to me.� A hot idea maybe, but not a good idea.

After breakfast Dad rented a motorboat for the morning and took us fishing.� Todd had never been fishing before.� Dad had brought along an extra rod and reel for him to use and supplied the lures, spinners with skirts made out of rubber bands.�

Once we got to a likely spot, Dad patently taught him how to cast.� Meanwhile, I fished and caught a nice bass.� That really sparked Todd's interest and soon he was doing a fair job of casting and retrieving.� Dad caught the second fish, then things went dead.� We whipped the water to no avail and Todd grew frustrated.� He was ready to quit when he got a hard strike, the fish setting the hook for him.� That changed his attitude!� We fished for another hour or so, but none us caught anything else.� Still, we had three nice fish and Dad proposed to cook them up for lunch.

Back at camp I cleaned, filleted and cut the fish into smaller pieces while Dad and Todd� got everything else ready to cook.� When it was all cooked and ready, Todd announces that he didn't eat fish.� Heck, I'd seen him gobbling down fish sticks at school, so I knew that wasn't true.� Turns out, fish sticks were the only fish he ever ate; they were packaged and frozen, but he wasn't so sure about eating something straight out of the water.� Dad convinced him to try it and when he did, his face lit up.�

"This is the best fucking fish I've ever had!" he exclaimed.

"Watch your mouth, boy," Dad corrected.� "Someone might hear you."

"Who?" Todd asked.� "There's no one camped near us."

"Still, watch your mouth," Dad repeated annoyed that he had to repeat himself.

Todd began muttering, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," like he usually did in these circumstances, I braced myself for my dad to blow.� But he didn't.� He just ignored Todd and apparently that did the trick as Todd watched his mouth thereafter.

After we had lunch and cleaned up, Dad took me aside.� "I suspect you know what happened last night," he began.� "I didn't start it, nor did I stop it.� Why should I? I enjoy a blowjob as much as the next guy.�

"Let me be blunt, you two suck each other all the time at the house at night while I'm lying in bed, playing with myself thinking about what you two are doing, and don't tell me you don't blow each other.

"So, what I'm telling you is this; I'm going to let Todd suck my dick again, if he wants, and I suspect that's exactly what he wants.� I know he's your friend, so I hope this doesn't upset you."

What do you say to your Dad when he tells you something like that the first time? "No, it won't upset me," I replied in shock. "I know you do that with your friends too," I added.

"How do you know that?" he shot back.

"Well... I suppose...� I really don't know, Dad.� Sorry."

"That's right, you don't know." He paused for a moment, then added, "But you suppose correctly.� Why do you think I let you and Todd run around the house nude?"

"Because Todd won't keep his pants on anyway?"

Dad burst out laughing.� "Yeah, that's one reason.� But the real reason is that I like seeing him nude.� Gives me a hard-on.� That and the fact that you two are going to get naked anyway, so... why not?

"Now, I just wanted you to know that I didn't start this, and that I'm not going to stop it either, anymore than I try to stop you and Todd from doing it together."�

With that he walked away and back to our campsite. I followed right behind him.� Todd, wearing just his shorts, was slouching in a lawn chair when we got there.�

"Todd," my Dad said, "I need to speak to you, in private."

Dad ushered him into the big cabin tent and zipped up the mosquito netting.� I stood a respectable distance away.� Still, I should have been able to hear him talking to Todd, but I heard nothing.� Stepping closer I saw Dad's naked backside through the netting.� The only thing I could see of Todd were his hands, holding Dad's butt cheeks.�

Moving close enough to hear, I heard my Dad softly saying softly,� "Yeah, suck my cock, boy. Suck it good."� Even after the previous night and Dad's little speech, I couldn't quite believe he was actually doing what he was doing.

Giving them some privacy, I went back and sat in a lawn chair. Five or ten minutes later, I heard Dad calling, "Randy.� Come here, son."� I went over to the tent entrance and could see that they were now sitting on the rumpled bedding.�

"Come inside," he said.� It was no surprise to see them both naked.�

"For quite some time I've wanted to see you two boys together," he said. "Today is the day.� Randy, I want to see Todd sucking you.� Then... I want to see you sucking him."� The surprises from my old man just kept on coming.�

'Maybe Todd was right,' I thought. 'Is Dad going to want me to suck him next?'� So long as it wasn't a big deal to him, I suppose I might have done it, blow my dad that is. Still, this was getting to be too weird and I had mixed feelings about that thought.� But, what Dad was asking for now, was really no big deal to me, other than having my dad as an audience, so I pulled my shirt over my head and lowered my shorts.�

As I sat, Todd pushed me to lie back.� I looked over at Dad, still not believing what was about to take place.� Dad had an intense look about him as I felt Todd playing with my soft prick.� It didn't stay soft for long, nor did Todd take it to a full erection before I felt his warm wet mouth surround and engulf it. A huge smile spread across Dad's face as Todd began his blowjob.� Lying back, my eyes went from Todd sucking me to my Dad who was watching the blowjob while he played with his own slumbering dick.��

The whole time Todd's sucking me I'm thinking, 'Is Dad gonna want me to suck him?' and with it I mentally visualized that big cock of his in my mouth, which soon morphed into a vision that big cock up my ass,� the mental image causing my asshole to tingle salaciously.� It was all too nasty and deliciously depraved to resist being infused with the sweet agony of a nice strong cum.� Closing my eyes, I moaned like a sick cat as my prostate began contracting, sending bolts of my nut juice into Todd's eagerly sucking maw.

I was out of breath momentarily even though Todd did all the actual work. When my eyes fluttered open, I saw Dad still smiling and saw that he now had some serious wood.� Todd tugged at me to switch places with him.� I sat up and moved to the side and Todd lay in my place.� I looked across Todd's nude body to my dad, who was running a hand up Todd's hairless body from his thigh to his flabby tits.� He smiled up at me and nodded at me to proceed.�

Taking Todd's dick in my hand I began playing with him to get him hard.� Dad meanwhile felt him up for a few moments, then bent over and sucked in a large dark nipple.� I watched Dad sucking Todd's nipple for a moment before I leaned over and took his stiff cock into my mouth.� The whole scene was simply unbelievable.� A week before, had anyone suggested that something like this would ever happen, I wouldn't have believed it... not one bit, but here we were.� Todd loved being molested and having me play with his tits, so I know he was in hog heaven having my dad molesting him while I sucked him.

I gave it my best to bring off Todd with my mouth and he didn't last very long before his watery cream was� shooting across my tongue.� As always, he had a good taste, presumably because unlike most of the men I'd been with, he didn't smoke.

Pulling away from his spent dick I had to wonder what would be next.� Suddenly I realized that I wasn't so opposed to the idea of sucking my dad's dick, if that's what he wanted me to do. I was actually a bit disappointed that he swung over Todd and lowered his dick to my buddy's mouth for a second go, rather than giving me the opportunity.� From my vantage point, I watched Dad's naked ass moving up and down as he fucked Todd's welcoming mouth for the second time.

Dad pumped him only for a few minutes, not nearly long enough to get his rocks off for the second time in fifteen minutes.�

"It's hot in here," Dad complained.� He was right, it was hot in that tent. It was around noon and sun had moved the tent out of the shade of the trees and into the direct baking sun.� We were all perspiring profusely, especially Todd who's naked skin seemed to gleam.

"Let's finish this up tonight when its cooler," Dad� said.� "Let's all go take a swim and cool off.� You boys get your swim suits on."� Sex play or not, I welcomed getting out of that hot tent.

Dad and I found our swim suits, slipped them on and went outside where it was at least 15 degrees cooler. Meanwhile Todd dug around his bag, and in the process throwing everything out.� "I can't find my fucking swimsuit!" he declared.�

"Watch that mouth, Todd!" Dad barked.� Dad cursed often enough, but had zero tolerance for Todd and me.�

"Hell, just wear some shorts!"

"With or without underwear?" Todd asked.

"I don't care, just get the lead out, Todd," my dad answered.

"You've got it, Dad," Todd called back, dropping the "Mr. Jim" for a more intimate "Dad".� Dad didn't bother to correct him and let Todd use the intimate moniker from then on.

Donning our shoes, the three of us headed to the swimming area shirtless, bringing along towels and our snorkels and face masks. Dad and I wasted no time getting in the water.� The cool water felt great.� I looked back to find Todd and there he was up on the pier stepping out of his shorts.� Then in just his tightie-whities, he jumped into the water.� I suppose underwear is just as good to swim in as a bathing suit, the latter being a rather useless garment to begin with whose only purpose is for "modesty".� There were quite a few swimmers about, male and female, and I thought my dad might say something to him about it, but he didn't.

Todd and I were swimming around in the deep water under and about the pier.� The water was fairly clear and we could see all sorts of fish that had gathered there in the shadows.� Boys being boys, I decided it would be fun to sneak up on Todd from behind and yanked his drawers down off his hips.� Several times he tried to get back at me, but my swim suit was securely tied and wouldn't budge.� His drawers though were easy to yank down, which I did several times without penalty.� It was all in good fun and don't think anyone saw his exposed ass, not that Todd would've care one wit if someone had.

It was downright hot that afternoon and we stayed and swam until the late afternoon.� To me it was obvious that he was swimming in his white brief underwear, but I suppose someone could think he had on a white Speedo.� Anyway, no one seemed to notice.��

Returning to our campsite we discovered that we had neighbors. A family with three young kids had set up camp in the space next to ours.� It really wasn't much of a problem, as they stayed to themselves, but that night, after we had eaten, Dad was ready to turn in early.� Dad doused our lantern and ushered Todd and me into the tent. Soon the three of us were naked and Dad was ready to play some night games with Todd.�

It was still early and next door, the kids were hooting it up, playing in the light of their Coleman lantern.� Immediately it was apparent that there was an advantage to having neighbors, as the light from their camp lit up the interior of our tent with a soft light.� It was relatively dark inside, but there was no problem in me seeing Dad fondling Todd's dick or any of the following sex acts performed that night.� Todd, being Todd, was always too loud and Dad had to constantly tell him to keep his voice down.�

After the previous evening and what Dad had told me earlier in the day, having Todd openly blowing him wasn't a surprise. Still, it was kind of shocking to hear him whispering to Todd that ever since he started running around our house in those too tight briefs, and especially after Todd had forgone even that minimal modesty, that he'd wanted to fuck his ass.�

"I won't do anything you don't want to do," I heard Dad say in a whisper.� "Just tell me to stop and I'll stop."�

I knew Todd wouldn't say "no" and soon I was watching my Dad ass-fucking my best friend.� If you were standing right outside our tent, I'm sure you could surmise what all the grunts, squishy noises and soft curses were all about.� Fortunately, the noise the little kids were making a few feet away, all but disguised the sounds of a man sodomizing a boy.� After Dad spermed his butt, he had me mount Todd and watched me sodomizing him, then it was my turn to be sodomized by Todd.� That was one funky smelling tent that night and every night thereafter.�

That night and every night we camped, I expected Dad to direct his attention to me, but that never happened.� I had mixed feelings about it.� On the one hand, I knew it would be very wrong if he directly sexually engaged me, not that what he and I were doing with Todd wasn't already very� wrong.� Wrong or not, I kind of felt left out even though I was very much in the mix.

Needless to say, that camping trip resulted in another sea change as the open sexual activities back home went to a higher level.� No longer were sex acts confined just beating off or behind closed doors, but were openly engaged in whenever Todd was there, and he was there a lot.� Dad got off on watching us sucking each other and fucking each other, not to mention Dad getting off having sex with Todd.� There were some evenings I wondered if Todd's anus would ever close up again.

*****

It was after we returned from the camping trip that Dad filled me in on some details of his own life and experiences.� Prior to any of this beginning, I knew the general outline.� His dad was killed when he was too young to remember anything about him.� When he was six, his mom remarried.� His stepdad, who was in heavy construction, joined the Seabees during World War II and was killed during an air raid on some godforsaken Pacific island.� He had two older step brothers, one six years older and the other three years older.� The oldest was killed over Germany when his B-17 was shot down.� The younger was� killed within days of being deployed on the frontlines as a replacement during the final push into Germany.�

My dad was too young to join the army and was just beginning his senior year in high school� when Japan surrendered.� By then his mom had died of pneumonia the winter before.� Orphaned, he was taken in by a family friend, a pharmacist whom he lived with and worked for after school.� With insurance money from his stepdad and two step brothers, he enrolled in the local college while still working in the pharmacy. He married my mom when she graduated from high school and he was a junior and had her pregnant with me just after the outbreak of the Korean War.

"We lived in a two bedroom house after your grandmother married my stepfather," Dad told me. "I was six years old and hadn't started school yet.� We boys had two beds crammed into one bedroom, a double and single.� Dad was a man to be feared, not that he ever harmed any of us, but we knew better than raise his ire.� If there was a dispute between us boys, Dad let us sort it out between ourselves, and we did so knowing that we didn't want him involved.� Dad established that with me, very early on.�

"So, I never said a word about anything when my two stepbrothers began molesting me at night;� stripping me naked, playing with my dick and asshole, making me suck their dicks and fucking me in the ass. They both sucked me too, and so it was all fair play.� If Mom or Dad suspected anything, they never let on.�

�By the time I finished first grade, I was an accomplished cock sucker and a butt boy for my two brothers.� In return, they stuck up for me with the other kids in neighborhood.� No one messed with me, lest they had to answer to one of my older brothers."�

As he told me that I realized that he was a lot younger than I was when I had my first sexual contact, which was at the YMCA the prior summer with Kipper and his buddies.

"My brothers and I messed around regularly until they went off to war.�

"When James was sixteen, he went to work for Mr. Kline in his pharmacy.� Mr. Kline liked boys, sexually adventurous boys and was soon being serviced by my oldest brother. Of course James told Tommy and me all about it and in due time he had introduced us both to Mr. Kline and his cock.

"The war came and James joined the Air Corps.� Dad joined the Seabees too.� A year later, they were both dead.� Then when Tommy was almost old enough, he joined, lying about his age.� The war was in its final year when Mom got sick and died. I was still in high school. Mr. Kline, who I was already working for and was messing around with, took me in.� Then a month later, I got word that Tommy had been killed.

"Being the sole survivor of my mom and Tommy, I ended up with all the life insurance money, as well as Mom and Dad's house. Acting as my Trustee, Mr. Kline wisely invested the money for me and made sure I went to college and got a degree in business.�

"Your mom was always coming into the pharmacy to pick up things for her mother.� She was the prettiest girl I knew and when she graduated from high school, we married.� Mr. Kline wasn't unhappy about that, as he had his sights on another boy, someone much younger than I was then.� In fact he already had another boy and was moving on to the next when your Mom and I married.

"I didn't know much about girls or women when we first married.� Men and boys, yes, girls no.� Your mom knew nothing about boys or men.� The only thing your mom knew was what her mom told her, that was it was her duty to give herself to me completely. She wasn't real happy when I made her suck my dick.� She had a small tight pussy and it really hurt when I fucked her.� Things really didn't go well at first, or ever for that fact.� Until I finished school, we weren't ready to start a family, so Mr. Kline suggested to me anal sex for birth control.� Your mom really didn't like that, but she submitted as it was her duty.�

"Because I had a family, I was exempted from the draft when the Korean War broke out.� That suited me just fine, as I knew from experience that that was a trip to an early grave.

"Before you were ever born, your mother wasn't very receptive to my sexual overtures on any level.� I dearly loved your mom, Randy, and I didn't want to hurt her in any way, but I needed a sexual outlet.� Mr. Kline and his boys provided that outlet. That doesn't mean your mom and I never had sex, and things happen when it comes to live sperm and fertile eggs... and I got her pregnant. She had one hell of a time carrying you and delivering you.� After you were born, our sex life was all but over.

"After I graduated, I got a good job with the company. I felt bad cheating on your mom with other women, so I didn't.� I didn't feel the same way about having sex with other men.� I was comfortable with other men in a way that I was never comfortable with women.

"So, now you know why I was never upset with what you and Todd were up to, as I'd done it myself when I was your age and even younger.� Men and boys have been having sex together ever since we climbed down from the trees. It's part of the human condition.� I suppose it's in our nature, and in some men it manifests itself.�

"As for knowing what you and Todd were doing, I knew the first time he spent the night with you.� He wanted to run around nude.� Hell, I wanted him running around nude too, but I just couldn't have that. So, I let you two run around in your undies.� To my delight, Todd wore the skimpiest drawers I'd ever seen.� He might as well have been nude, and he and I both knew it.� And as soon as your door closed, I knew the underwear was coming off.� I'd lie in bed, thinking about what you two were doing, wishing I were with you and beat off thinking about it.�

"Then there was the campout when Mr. Jones caught you two.� I tried to keep it under control that night, but Todd just wouldn't cooperate.� I said to myself, 'Well, if he wants to be nude and flaunt himself to me, so be it.' Of course Todd had to push that too and now we're where we are.

"I hope you don't think badly of me, son.� I'm just a man.� A man with flaws who's tried his very best.� Now that it's done, it's done and there's no taking it back."

Then he said something remarkable to me.� Dad took me to church and Sunday School nearly every Sunday and was a church leader. I knew he didn't believe in the hocus-pocus Holy-Joe aspects of religion, but he did believe in the duty of people to other people.� He said, "I hope there's no heaven, for if there is a heaven, then I'm surely going straight to hell."

That evening, after our talk, one of his friends came over.� Up until then, I would be shuffled off to spend the night with a friend.� Not necessarily Todd, but some other chum and not necessarily someone I had sex with.� Kenny, for instance.� Until I met Todd, Kenny had been my been my best friend for years and we never messed around.

Dad's friend was surprised to see me there.� Dad had me wear at least a pair of shorts, so full nudity on my part wasn't an issue.� Dad told him that I knew all about his peccadilloes and not to concern himself with my presence.� Perhaps in deference to his friend, all sex between them was done behind closed doors. Open� nudity, however, did become an issue.� After they had retired that evening, I felt it wasn't necessary for me to keep my shorts on while I watched a late night horror movie.� Dad strolls out nude to fix drinks, followed by his buddy who was wearing his boxer shorts.�

Dad didn't say anything, and I was perfectly comfortable being in the buff.� His friend wasn't quite so willing to let it all hang out.� They sat about with me, talking and drinking while I tried to watch my movie, oblivious that I was on display.� Of course Dad wasn't oblivious to that fact, nor was his buddy.� With the movie over, I got up, told everyone goodnight and strolled off to my bedroom.���

Next morning, his buddy wasn't so modest in his lack of dress.� Nothing happened, just two men and a boy hanging around together on a Sunday morning bare assed naked.

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