Perverts 'R' Us

A Cowboy's Tale

By Chillun ( M/b/b, inc-dad/sons )

Disclaimer: No resemblance to any person, living or dead, is implied. This is a work of fiction.

It was mid - September, the last week of summer. The weather was still warm enough for a trip to the cabin. One last fishing trip before they closed it up for the season. Greg picked up his sons from school at lunchtime, so they would arrive at the cabin early enough to spend some time fishing in the river.

His oldest son, Kevin, waved at his dad from where they were waiting for him. At his side was Jamie, the youngest. The boys were 11 and 6 respectively, both with their fathers build and coloring. At 6'1", and 225 lbs, Greg was a solidly built, redheaded rancher, sporting a thick red moustache and goatee, which accentuated his masculine good looks.

Kevin mimicked his father in looks, tall and well built for his age, but slightly fairer, with the red-gold coloring of some redheads, and blue eyes. Jamie, his youngest son, had the same build and features as his father, but with darker red, almost auburn hair and hazel eyes. The older boy was just on the threshold of puberty, boyish, but with his approaching manhood written upon his face. The 6-year-old was on the cusp of child and boy, in his first weeks at grade school, excited and challenged by the newness of life.

As he rolled to a stop beside them, the boys clambered into the back of the truck, excited to be out of classes early, and for the last fishing trip of the year. "Where's Mom, Dad?" asked Kevin as he pushed Jamie across the rear seat so he could get in too.

"She's not coming. She had too much to do around home, so, we're bachelors this weekend, boys." Greg replied. "Who wants to ride shotgun?"

"I do!"

"No, Me!"

Both boys yelled simultaneously. Before Kevin could open the door to get in front, Jamie had scrambled over the seatback to land beside his father, grinning like a loon. Kevin slid in beside him, and buckled them both in. Laughing at the two of them, Greg headed towards the cabin, stopping for burgers on the way out of town.

It was a 2-hour drive, and after gobbling down their food, both boys passed out almost immediately after eating, leaving Greg to his own thoughts on the road. He glanced over at the boys while he drove, traffic was light and he was making good time. He was shocked to see that Kevin had sprouted a rather large 'woody' while he slept. The 11-year-old was slumped against the padded door with his coltish legs sprawled wide open. At his side was Jamie, snuggled up against his older brother, whose arm was around his shoulders. Jamie's arm was flung across Kevin's pelvis, his small hand resting directly on his older brother's hardon - which was probably why it was hard, as a willing cock has no conscience.

As he continued to keep an eye on the progress of Kevin's 'wood', while still paying some attention to the road, Greg realized he was hard, too. To this point in his life, He had never considered his children as sexual beings: suddenly all that changed, in the blink of an eye. His youngest son was holding onto his big brother's hardon while they both slept, and their father was watching it happen. The whole idea of it almost made Greg cum on the spot! He was suddenly hornier than he'd been in years, almost like puberty all over. "Kevin certainly has a nice piece for his age," thought Greg, as he critically examined his sons with a new eye. "Takes after the old man." he thought, a little smugly, glad at the same time he had left their foreskins intact as infants.

Greg hadn't really seen Kevin naked lately, he realized, although he still saw Jamie in the bath frequently. As he pondered those recent memories, he appreciated that Jamie's prepubescent piece was sizable as well, for a 6-year-old. Kevin's appeared about 6" long and fairly thick as it rode up his belly towards his navel. There was a slight damp spot where the tip had leaked some pre-cum out onto his shorts. As he watched, Jamie unconsciously squeezed his brother's cock, causing more fluid to stain his clothes. Greg's own throbbing meat was starting to leak as well, making him long for some relief. "Just have to wait 'til tonight." he thought, trying to shake off lustful thoughts of his children.

He drove up the road to the cabin around mid-afternoon, the boys still sound asleep as Greg rolled to a stop in front of the porch, killing the engine. Jamie's boyish hand still encircled Kevin's leaking cock, which had not subsided by a millimetre for the remainder of the trip. Without giving it a thought, Greg reached over, placing his large, work-callused hand over Jamie's smooth small one, began to slide both their hands up and down Kevin's stiff cock, squeezing it gently as he worked over his son's raging dick. After 4 or 5 strokes, Kevin gasped and arched his crotch upwards off the seat as he came like a train, his boy-cum soaking the front of his shorts.

Greg snatched his hand away, before Kevin could wake up, and opened his door, exiting the truck. As he shut the door, he called out to the boys to wake up. "There's still plenty of time to catch dinner, boys. Last one to the river has to clean and gut!"

He headed to the outhouse, to try hide his raging hardon from the kids. He came hard after about 10 strokes of his own substantial piece in the outhouse, spewing cum onto the wooden floor from where he sat, panting from one of the best orgasms he'd had in years. Cleaning himself and the floor up with a wad of toilet paper, Greg exited the outhouse after a long, luxurious piss.

Jamie was headed down to the river, tackle box and rod in hand, just disappearing around the curve of the path; obviously he didn't want to be cleaning fish! As Greg entered the cabin, Kevin was standing with his back to him, naked from the waist down, changing out of his cum-stained shorts and underwear. His father took the opportunity to have a good look at his handsome young son, admiring the well muscled legs and buttocks his son was displaying to him, milk white under his swimsuit tan line, but golden and gilt with fine blond hair where the sun had colored his fair skin. Kevin seemed completely unaware of his dad while he stared at the soiled shorts in his hand, deep in thought.

Quietly walking up behind him, Greg placed a hand on Kevin's shoulder, causing him to start. "Are you OK, Son? You seemed lost for minute." Greg asked.

Kevin's fair skin colored as he glanced up at his dad from lowered eyes. His dad watched the flush rise from his shoulders into his face, while he waited for a reply.

"I had kind of an accident on the trip here, Dad. It's never happened before."

"What do you mean, Son?" Greg asked innocently, knowing full well exactly what he meant. Mutely, Kevin handed his dad the evidence, showing his father the cum-stained clothes. Restraining a smile, Greg squeezed his son's shoulder, hugging the embarrassed kid to him. "Not to worry, son. It happens to every man sometime or other, me included. I just didn't realize you had grown up so soon, or I'd have talked to you already."

Kevin, by now completely red, said, "Dad, we learned that stuff in school already. Jeez!"

"Well, I'm sure they didn't tell you everything, so if you have any questions, ask away." Greg responded.

"I do have one." his son asked. "Like, how often do you get these feelings? It seems to be constant with me."

"At your age that's normal, Kev. Don't worry about it, just enjoy, it won't last forever!"

Kevin's dad reached down and squeezed his son's firm buttock, and spun him around, hoping for a look at his piece in the flesh, so to speak. Greg was rewarded with a stiff 6" boy-cock poking out from under Kevin's tank top. The kid was mortified at having his father see him erect after having just confessed to cumming in his shorts. Greg, in turn was envious at how fast the kid's boner sprung up again, minutes after having orgasmed.

He really did have a nice piece, his father thought, fat and long, foreskin almost covering the wet, pink tip. Kevin's smooth balls hung down in a loose, but well filled sac. His pubic hair had not started to come in yet, so he looked shaved with his hard, adult sized dick. Unconsciously, Greg licked his lips, wondering what his son might taste like, and realized Kevin was watching him, with his deep blue eyes questioning his father. He gave the boy a shake, unwilling to admit his own thoughts right then.

"Last one to the river cleans fish, hurry up." Greg strode out of the cabin; tackle box and rod carried absently, while his thoughts were in turmoil.

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly, the 3 of them fishing from the dock in the warm afternoon sun, shirtless in the last leg of summer, all of them golden in the light. The fish didn't start to bite until later in the day, so they amused themselves by jumping into the river, trying to prank each other, or in Greg's case, snoozing in the sun.

As he half dozed on the dock, Greg looked down at himself, as he had at the boys earlier that day. He was 40, 6'1", and 225 lbs. as mentioned earlier. His chest hair was a deeper red than on his head, surrounding generous pink nipples and trailing down to his navel and continuing past his waist, only to disappear into his swimming shorts. Greg had fine red freckles that shimmered in places along his shoulders, arms and legs, under the reddish gold body hair dusting him. A hardworking cowboy, he had the type of body shaped by his life, not workouts. Strong, stocky and muscular; the years may have thickened his waist a bit, but overall, Greg was a handsome piece. So was his piece, a good match for the rest of him, in proportion, and in excellent working order, always had been.

He glanced over at his son's, clowning at the end of the dock. They were like two red otters, glistening wet in the sun, close like brothers can sometimes be, even though years apart in age. He ached with pride at what he had, two beautiful children. The pair were strikingly similar when wet, with their hair slicked back, their common parentage expressed in their bodies and stance. Kevin was whispering something to Jamie, no doubt trying to convince the younger boy to try some idiotic stunt Kevin had thought up! In that respect they were both boys, still. He casually caressed his younger brother while he spoke lovingly into Jamie's ear. Like calming a half wild creature, Kevin ran his larger hands over the boy's skin, caressing his back and belly and arms while he described something to the boy.

Greg saw that Jamie shivered slightly while Kevin stroked him, whether he was cold or excited was hard for Greg to tell, with his eyes half closed. Trying not to disturb them, he inched his eyes open slightly wider, only then noticing that little Jamie sported a hardon, standing up in his water-slicked swim trunks like a little flagpole. As Kevin turned slightly towards Greg, his father saw that Kevin, too, was hard. He hastily closed his eyes as Kevin turned to look his way, probably making sure his dad was sleeping. Satisfied at Greg's lack of response, Kevin turned back to Jamie, continuing to caress and cajole the young boy.

Greg continued to watch them through partially closed lids as Kevin touched first his own woody and then Jamie's little stiffy, obviously explaining something to the child.

"Probably exactly what I said to him earlier today." Greg thought to himself. He was fascinated by both boys burgeoning sexuality, which somehow seemed to be happening all at once. Suddenly, he discovered that his own cock was rock hard under his swim trunks, pointing straight up to his belly button and completely obvious to anyone who looked his way. The boys' father quickly closed his eyes, trying to think his hardon away, knowing that he was for sure busted if the boys found him awake. Greg felt a presence nearby, but feigned sleep as he heard a faint, "Dad? Are you awake?"

Not responding, trying to breathe like he was asleep, Greg heard the boys whisper to each other, unable to discern the words. Softly, a hand was laid on his shoulder, moving him gently, to see if he wakes. He rolled a bit, and then settled back into a deep slumber.

Next thing Greg knew, two small hands were on his joint, feeling the length and breadth of it. He could hardly stop himself from rearing up into their clutch, but knew absolutely he would scare them to death, so Greg lay still and allowed his sons to fondle his raging hard cock though his shorts, praying to God he wouldn't cum in their hands.

"Feel his balls, too! He's really big, isn't he? I think so, but I haven't seen that many hard." the boys conversed quietly while they continued to molest their father's sex.

Greg couldn't take anymore, and rolled towards the boys, pushing himself into their exploring hands, moaning at the same time. Suddenly the hands were gone, and Greg heard the boys scampering back to the end of the dock. It took all his self-control not to burst out laughing at their imagined panic getting caught fondling their dad! Deciding to take the game a step further, Greg mimed waking up, stretching himself and arching his aching hardon up into the air in full view of the boys, giving them a real eyeful of his thick adult meat. He got up; adjusting himself in his shorts so the tip of his leaking cock didn't protrude from his waistband, and sauntered toward his sons, allowing them a good long look at his engorged piece. Greg jumped off the edge of the dock, into the clear river water, it reaching nearly to his waist, cooling his rock hard sex. The two boy's eyes were locked onto their dad's erect pole as he stood there exposed in his thin cotton swim trunks, with the water clearly outlining his sex, as his erection subsided.

Both kids seemed to come out of a sort of trance and jumped into the river with him, their own erections disappearing in the cooling river's flow.

"Let's fish, boys." Greg suggested, as the fish were due to start biting now. They climbed onto the dock, put on some bait and started fishing, catching enough for dinner that night. They feasted on fresh-caught fish, fried potatoes and beans, with caramel popcorn for dessert. After dinner they sat around the campfire, the boys roasting marshmallows and Greg nursing a few beers. He allowed the boys a couple of sips each, knowing their mom would kick his ass if she found out, but figured it would do little harm to them.

By 10 o'clock, Jamie was sound asleep in his father's arms, and Kevin was nodding at the fire, struggling to stay awake. "Bedtime, son." Greg announced, having discovered that he too, was nearly asleep, cuddling with Jamie in front of the warm fire. He carried Jamie into the cabin, depositing the young boy in his sleeping bag and headed to the outhouse to piss before he climbed into his own bag. As Greg returned to the house, he swung by the fire pit to make sure the fire was properly out before going to bed. Kevin had smothered it well and must have gone on to the cabin while he was in the toilet.

It was cool in the cabin, but Greg was reluctant to start a fire, thinking they would be warm enough once in their sleeping bags. As he started to climb in, Jamie woke, needing to pee. With a groan at his own thoughtlessness, Greg stood him outside on the porch so the little boy could urinate. Jamie had a piss hardon as he whizzed, and Greg got a good look at the child's fat sausage in the moonlight. His own cock began to thicken and lengthen as Jamie peed on the ground, exposing his hard cocklet to his daddy. Since Greg slept nude, his semi-erection was clearly visible in the lamplight to Kevin, who stared at it from his own bunk. As he went to put Jamie in his own bed, the boy asked to sleep with his father as he was cold. Greg sighed, and slid his youngest son into the double sleeping bag he used, knowing Jamie could be a restless sleeper at times.

Several hours later, Kevin slid in the other side of Greg, complaining of the cold, too. The three of them were now wedged into Greg's double bag. Fortunately, the boys were still fairly small, so it was comfortable. Greg was spooned up behind Jamie, while Kevin was spooned against his dad. It was a good thing Jamie slept heavily, or the little boy would have been surprised to feel his father's leaking penis rubbing against the backs of his smooth young thighs and buttocks.

When Kevin had settled, and appeared asleep, Greg began stealthily sliding his aching prick along Jamie's thighs, rubbing the head into the crevasse in the small boy's ass, wishing he dared move more strongly, but fearing to wake either child. The whole sexual tone of the day had him more aroused than he could remember, and he had to get some relief. As he carefully tried to slide his son up and down his engorged meat, Kevin's hand slid over his hip as the boy snuggled closer to his father. Greg could feel the 11-year-old's hardon pressing into his own hairy crack while he tried to get some relief from the 6-year-old. He stopped moving, waiting for Kevin to settle, and when he did, began once again to ride his fuck-tool up Jamie's thighs, while carefully pushing back against Kevin's rock hard pole riding his own backdoor.

Having to be so stealthy was excruciating but exciting at the same time. As bad as Greg wanted to get off, he loved every second of molesting his kids this way. As long as he never got caught, he could enjoy every second of this. Both boys seemed to unconsciously follow his careful movement. Greg developed a rhythm where he pushed his slimy meat into his 6-year-old's accommodating round butt, while pulling the child tight against him and then thrusting back to let his 11-year-old slide his hot boy-cock along his own back channel. Somewhere during this secret sex play, the boy's father discovered a small hand exploring the base of his swollen cock and rolling his big balls around in their sac. Kevin was fondling his dad's sex while he thrust himself against his father, harder and faster than before; his pre-cum and Greg's sweat, creating a slick tunnel for the boy to masturbate himself into.

By now, Greg could care less if Kevin was awake or not, he had to cum. He fondled Jamie's erection while thrusting his knob against Jamie's hole, holding the boy's sweaty young body tight against himself as he rubbed into the child. Kevin moved harder behind him, ready to cum also.

Greg came first, shooting what seemed like a gallon of cum over the sleeping 6-year-olds thighs and buttocks, and had one of the fiercest orgasms of his life. As he came, Greg squeezed his buttocks tight, trapping his 11-year-old son's fat sausage between them. Kevin almost squeezed his dad's cock off at the base as he shot a huge load into his father's slippery ass crack. His hand slipped off Greg's prick as he sighed, rolled onto his back and fell into a deeper sleep.

Greg lay in the dark of the cabin, contemplating the fact that he had just sexually molested his two boys, and had thoroughly enjoyed it, in fact, more than he thought possible.