Chapter 84
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Dad was riding into town with me as we were going to have supper together. We were a little pressed for time as I was wanting to be back in time for the big party in the barn. "Dad, is it all right if we go thru the drive thru at some fast food place? I told Roy I would stop for a minute at his leather store to see how things were coming along since he set up a booth at the campground. He had hired a man named Jason. He thinks Jason is doing okay, but he wants me to check in on him and make sure. Besides, there's a couple of things I want to buy there for tonite's party."
"Sure no problem," said Dad as he reached over and stroked my inner thigh, "I'm just glad to spend this time with you. Boy! This has been a great day so far. I'm having such a great time – especially now that we're together."
"Me too," I said with a smile, "When will you have to head back?"
"Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow! We just got together!" I said with dismay.
"Well, I've got to get back to my business. And I do miss my partner, Albert."
"I understand," I said sounding disappointed.
"You ARE going to come up and visit, aren't you?"
"Sure! I have to. You're my father. Besides, I want to see your baths. I might get some ideas. Also, I want to meet your partner, Albert."
We discussed our situation further and some possibilities for the future. We arrived at the leather store and I parked right in front. "Well, this is Roy's business. Let's step inside and see how things are going."
Once I stepped in, I took a quick look around. There was no one in the store except for the person working behind the counter. He looked at me and smiled, "Hello. I'm Jason. How can I help you?"
I extended my hand to him for a shake and said, "Hello. I'm Bob. I run the campground outside of town and this is my dad, Duane. Roy, your boss, has a booth at the campground this weekend and I told him that I was stopping in to get a couple of things for tonite's party. He told me to ask you how things are coming along here at the store. Is everything going okay?"
"Sure. Things are just fine. No one is in the store at the moment, but it has been a busy weekend. When he returns and looks at the receipts, I think he'll be impressed. How can I help you?"
"Well, I want two leather armbands and a cockring – maybe a leather collar. I don't know about that one."
"Well, follow me over to the other display case. I think we've got what you want there." He stepped out from behind the counter and Dad and I couldn't help but notice that all he had on was a leather vest and a leather bikini with side string ties. I looked at Dad, smiled, and winked.
"That is some outfit you've got there," I said with a small chuckle.
Jason gave me a smile and said, "Yeah, I like it a lot. It's comfortable and very functional."
"What do you mean by `functional'?" asked Dad.
"Well, if I need to take this off quickly, all I have to do is just pull at the side ties," he replied pointing to the two ties on his let and right hips. "Not only is the zipper in front handy for the guys, but the zipper on the back is very functional as well," and he turned around to show us his ass. There was a large zipper with a ring pull attached to it. "It's for those quickie moments in which you don't have time to undress," he continued. He demonstrated by reaching back, taking hold of the ring and pulling it all the way down and then all the way up. "It's very nice," he said smiling.
"Let me have a closer look," I said as I knelt in front of his ass. I reached for the ring and slowly unzipped. "It pulls very smoothly," I said as I reached and pulled the zipper apart, showing Jason's asscrack, "And it pulls apart easily too."
With that, I pushed my face forward and nuzzled his ass. I gently pushed his ass cheeks apart and took a look at his asshole. It winked at me as if it were inviting me to have a taste – which I did. I kissed his asshole and then began tongue fucking it. I planted my lips against his sphincter muscle and began sucking at the same time I was licking. As Jason began moaning in satisfaction, I pushed my face deeper in his ass as I began running my warm wet tongue up and down his asscrack.
As I was doing this, I could not see what Dad was doing. My face was too full of ass. But I did hear Jason continue with his sales pitch, "You know, the zipper does open up for easy fucking, not just rimming." It was then that I heard Dad unzip. I knew what he had in mind.
I turned around and Dad was standing there stroking his already hard cock. I took hold of it and wrapped my lips around the shaft and began getting it good and wet with my spit as it slid in and out of my mouth. In the meantime, Jason found some lube and worked it in his ass.
When everything was ready, I stepped back and Dad stepped up. His cock slid in Jason's ass without any effort. I definitely got the idea that Jason had been fucked before – quite a few times. Once Dad started, I pulled my popper bottle out of my pocket (I always keep a bottle available – you never know when you might want it) and opened the cap. I first held it up to Dad's nostrils as he took large huffs.
I then stepped around in front of Jason and held the bottle to him. As he was bent over, being impaled by Dad's cock, he took the bottle and had a couple of huffs. In the meantime, I had unzipped and pulled my cock out. It was ready for him by the time he was done huffing.
Jason handed the bottle back to me, opened his mouth and slid his lips down my cock shaft all the way to the base. With my hands, I took hold of Jason's head and slowly began fucking his mouth. He knew how to suck cock, because I was feeling his tongue stroking the underside of my cock – just like I do.
As we were having our three-way, a couple of customers walked in. Jason quickly looked to see who it was and quickly said, "Don't worry about them. They've worked on me, too." So we resumed what we were doing. As Jason was busy blowing me and getting fucked my Dad, I kept an eye on the store. Everything was fine.
It wasn't long before Dad popped his load – with what the poppers was doing to him. And Jason was so good at sucking cock, that it didn't take long for my balls to get stimulated and shoot as well.
When Dad pulled his cock out of Jason, he reached over, took hold of the zipper ring and pulled the tab up. When I was done shooting, Jason stood up. It was then that one of the customers spoke to Jason, "Hey, can I have the cum that's in your ass?"
Jason smiled and said, "Since you're one of our good customers, you can have it." He unzipped his ass and bent over, exposing his crack to the customer. The customer immediately got on his knees and shoved his face into Jason's asscrack. Jason looked at me with a smile and said, "This won't take but a second. He sucks on my asshole so hard, it causes my tonsils to pull down."
I laughed, "Now that's some asshole suckin'!"
He was right. It was only a moment when the customer stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Jason zipped himself back up and then showed me the merchandise and I bought two armbands a leather vest and a cockring. Dad was so impressed with Jason's leather bikini that he bought one for himself and one for his partner, Albert, as a present.
We were standing there making our purchases and the two other customers stood up to the checkout as well. As the merchandise was being tallied, Jason spoke up, "Well, how is this dad/son relationship coming along?"
"It has to come along," I replied, "He really is my father."
Jason looked up wide-eyed and gasped, "You're fucking kidding me!"
"No, it's true. He really is my biological father and we are having a great time together."
"I can see the similarities between you two," said one of the customers, but I just couldn't think it could possibly be true.
Dad smiled and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, "I am so proud of my son. He owns and runs the campground and I own and run two baths in Canada. I think we're getting along really well. By the way, do you have a changing room? I'd like to put this outfit on before I leave here."
"Sure," said Jason and he nodded toward the door at the back of the store. I looked at Jason and he looked back at me and winked. I knew what was going on. I was back there last time I visited.
When Dad entered through the door, I turned to Jason, "We've got to get going. I've been back there before and I know what goes on."
"There's probably no one back there this time of day. Roy had a doorway built in the back hall connecting it to the saloon next door. The saloon isn't open yet." We waited a few minutes – no return. "Of course, I could be wrong," said Jason."
I didn't mean to be the heavy, but we do have to get going. So I strolled through the door to find Dad and see what's taking him so long.
The hall was dimly lit – just enough to see my way around. I came to the first door and looked in. There was a man on his hands and knees on his bed with his ass facing the door. Nope, not Dad's. But the ass did look good and I couldn't help but lick my lips and feel my cock twinge.
I walked to the next door and looked in. There was a black guy on top of another guy fucking him like crazy. The guy on the bottom was on his back with his legs in the air. They were both grunting with the hard fucking that was going on. I just had to step in to see who was on the bottom – could be Dad.
I quietly stepped to the side of the better to get a better look at who the bottom was. Sure enough, it was Dad. Just then, the black fucker, still ramming his cock in, turned to look at me and said, "Hey bud, this is one-on-one. This is my fuck."
"Yeah, I know, but Dad and I are really pressed for time. We have to get going."
"I'll be done in a minute, I'm just about to shoot my chocolate cream into this guy of yours."
So I stepped out and headed toward the door. That's when I got to the first room – the guy with his ass facing the door. "Why not," I thought to myself, "might as well feast on some ass while I'm waiting."
So I stepped through the door, leaving it open. I gently ran my fingers up the guy's asscrack, indicating to him that I was there and was interested. As he moved his ass back and forth, encouraging me, I pulled out my bottle of poppers and took some huffs. The guy in front of me had his own bottle.
When the aroma started to take hold of my senses, I got down on my knees in front of the ass. I gently parted the man's ass cheeks and pushed my face in. I first rubbed my face up and down the trough, getting the feel of his crack – felt good! I pursed my lips and began kissing the cheeks and the sides of the crack.
I sure do love kissing ass! Any guy who would walk up to me and say sneeringly, "Kiss my ass," would be surprised because I really would. I have surprised couple of bikers who think they're tough talking to me like that. But it only turns me on and I take them up on their offer.
Just as I planted my lips on his asshole and began tongue fucking him, I heard yelling next door. The black guy was obviously, finally shooting his load up my dad's ass.
So I reluctantly pulled my face off the ass and stood up. I patted the man on the ass and said, "Sorry, fella, but I just heard the guy next door finish on Dad. We gotta go."
"I'm sorry, too," he replied, "You're great at rimming ass."
"Thanks," I said as I walked out and headed towards the other room. When I stepped in the door, the black guy was just pulling his hard black cock out of Dad's ass. Dad just laid there for a minute, savoring the feeling.
His new leather bikini was lying on the floor, so I picked it up and tossed it to him. "Come on, Dad. Let's go."
"Man," Dad moaned, "I didn't realize how much I missed my partner's black cock until this guy attacked me."
"Come on, Dad," I said, beginning to sound impatient, "We have to go!"
"Okay, but do me a favor first. Would you suck the guy's cum outta me? I don't want to dribble and mess that new bikini." He then raised his legs in the air, exposing his asshole to me.
"Okay," I said with a sigh. I got down on my knees and planted my mouth firmly against Dad's hole and sucked. I sucked long and hard. Now I love rimming ass, especially Dad's, but we've got to get something to eat and get back to the campground for the party.
With my good asshole sucking technique along with Dad's already open hole. It took only a moment for me to get the cum sucked out and swallowed. When it was all out, I licked around Dad's sphincter muscle to make sure it was cleaned up.
As I stood up, Dad lowered his legs and began putting the bikini on. "Thanks," he said, "Now let's get going."
As I followed him hurriedly out the door I got a good look at him in his new outfit. "Oh, Dad! You look mighty fine! The guys at the party tonight are sure gonna like lookin' at you!
He turned around and smiled at me, "That's the idea! I plan to have a sore ass, mouth and cock by morning. This outfit should help."
We piled into the truck and headed for the campground. On the way, I pulled off at a fast food place and took the drive-thru. We placed our order at the speaker and then pulled up to the window.
The young man opened the window and told me the amount owed before he looked our way. When he leaned out to receive the money, he looked across me at Dad. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open. He just held that stance for a few seconds.
I had forgotten how Dad was dressed when we went through the drive-thru. Dad was wearing nothing but the leather bikini and the leather vest. I looked over at him. Dad was smiling back at the young man and groping his crotch at the same time. I just smiled and shook my head.
I place the money in the man's hand and he turned away to the cash register to make the change. He automatically adjusted his crotch without thinking and then I knew. He was getting a hardon after seeing Dad! I have good gaydar and I instantly realized this guy likes guys.
He turned back to me to hand me my change. At the same time he looked at Dad. "I can see what you like," I said quietly with a wink. The guy blushed and turned back to get our order.
While he was getting it, I grabbed my campground business card. On the back I wrote a note, authorizing him a discount and then put on my signature. When the man turned back to us and handed me the order, I handed him my business card.
"Come out for a visit," I said, "I wrote a discount on the back."
He studied it for a minute, then smiled back at me. "I know the place," he said, "I cruise the woods there a lot."
"Then I want to see you camping."
"Will do," he replied with a wink.
I handed Dad the order and pulled away from the window. As Dad was pulling out our sandwiches and fries, he said, "Son, you're always thinking business."
"Why not?" I replied, "My business is sex. I'm always thinkin' sex – therefore, I'm always thinkin' business."
"That's my boy," Dad said with a laugh.
We got to the campground with just a few minutes to spare before the party. I parked the truck and Dad and I jogged to my cabin. I needed to strip down, freshen up and then get my arm bands on as well as my cock ring. I let Dad wear the vest for the evening. I figured I'll get enough good use out of it later on.
When Dad and I stepped out of the cabin, Sheriffs Dullar, Doan and Wallace walked up to us. With them were the father and his two sons who kidnapped me. They were all dressed, but the father and his two sons were handcuffed and blindfolded.. And there was a look of fear on their faces.
"Are these the guys who kidnapped you?" Dullard asked.
"Yes," I replied with conviction, "They are the ones."
"Do you want us to put them in jail and press charges?" asked Doan with the air of authority in his voice (but smiling and winking at me). The sheriffs were all smiling, but quiet.
"No," I replied, "Let me think a minute. I think I have other plans."
I then gestured to the sheriffs to strip off their clothes and put them on my front porch. I also made motion to them to leave their shirts on (as they looked sexy in them). As they were doing this, a crowd of campers were gathering, watching us and wondering what was going on.
As the sheriffs were stripping down, I motioned to some of the campers to come forward. I held a finger to my lips indicating to them to say nothing. I then gestured to them to remove the clothes from the three captives. Smiling, they were eager to help me.
When they started, the father yelled out, "Hey! Wait a minute! What's going on here? Knock it off!"
I stepped up to the father and quietly spoke into his ear, "Hey bud, I don't think you're the one to talk. You're at MY mercy, now."
With some maneuvering, the clothes were removed from the guys and they were led to the barn. As part of the plan, shackles were attached to the front wall of the barn, close to the entrance. I had them shackled with their backs up against the wall – arms raised and apart – legs apart – completely naked with their cocks and balls hanging freely in front of them. I decided to just leave them there until after the party started.
As the campers were arriving for the party, they looked at the prisoners. Some campers stepped up to them and made passes at them. Some fondled their cocks and balls. The captives tried to jerk away, but couldn't and when they tried, the campers just laughed at them.
One camper got on his knees in front of the father and took his cock in his mouth. As he was sucking away, the cock became hard (naturally). When the camper stood up and walked away, another camper immediately stepped up and backed up against the father's hard cock. With his hand, he guided the cock into his ass. As other's watched, the camper impaled himself onto the father. There was nothing the father could do about it.
Before I entered the barn, I stepped up to the men and said with a sneer in my voice. "Well, guys, let's just see what happens now. You're going to get what you deserve!"
Of course, my plan was that by the end of the party, the father and his two boys would have such a great time that they would be devoted followers of my campground. I have to confess though, when they kidnapped me, at first it was scary. But then when I realized their intentions, it was such a turn-on! I was hoping they would enjoy the same excitement they were having with what I was doing to them as I had when they were doing it to me.
As Sheriffs Done, Dullard and Wallace followed me into the barn wearing nothing but their unbuttoned uniform shirts with badges; I couldn't help but overhear one camper tell another, "Look at those guys! Mmm! I sure do love a man in a uniform!" I chuckled to myself.
As we were headed toward the room below the loft for the party, I heard someone call out my name. I turned around to look and there in the hot tub was Bud, the guy who judged the extemporaneous blowjob contest. I walked over to the tub and gave him a hug. "You told me to let you know I was here," he said, "What do you want?"
I stood there for a moment to think and said, "I've got three guys outside shackled to the front of the barn. I've got a plan and I need your help."
Bud immediately sat up with an interested look on his face and said, "What do you want me to do?"
I filled him in on my plans and he was more than willing to help out. As I headed to the party room, I thought to myself, "This party is going to be full of surprises tonight!"