1. Our Friend, Lover, and Dad


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    phone number which said &#034Vogel&#034 with a 906 area code and the dates we would be up there. She also had his e-mail address, and a mobile and cellphone number. She must have felt comfortable with us going away for the week as she commented, &#034Frank seems like a decent, honest fellow who wants the best for you k**s.&#034 The more and more I thought about it Frank sounded an awful a lot like dad. Secretly looking at her cellphone I could see they had talked about eight times, sometimes at great length. So she must have been probing for information, or getting a feel for how this vacation might go for us, and how Frank might treat us. The time finally came for our trip up north. Frank gave us each an envelope containing a set of geographic coordinates, exits on the highway for fast food, along with a ten dollar bill. The note also contained instructions such as &#034top off your gas tank in Mackinaw City or St. Ignace,&#034 and &#034be sure you use coordinates, we don't have street numbers.&#034 &#034What's the ten bucks for,&#034 Greg asked. &#034It's probably toll money for the bridge,&#034 I responded. The rest of the group all looked at me like I had a unicorn horn in the middle of my forehead. &#034We'll be going over the Mackinaw Bridge, which requires a toll. $2.00 per axle, or $4.00 per car,&#034 I said. &#034Well... what's the deal with coordinates,&#034 Greg asked, slightly annoyingly. &#034That's because we're going where they don't use street names or ...
    numbers. I have the feeling we'll be in a woods or on an unpaved roads if he's giving us coordinates.&#034 &#034How the hell do you know that shit?&#034 Greg said, sort of snotty. &#034My dad used to drive truck. Sometimes I went with him and counted out the money for toll booths, and a lot of the jobs he had were at timber lines which were just places in the middle of nowhere.&#034 I felt happy to be able to say something intelligent in the group of dullards. My mom called Frank one last time to inform him we were coming. Frank assured her that he would keep an eye on us, and treat us like his own. Mom knew Dave was a decent k** with good grades and ambition so she felt comfortable. Kelli and I had been on trips before when we rode with dad. It's how we saw the Rocky Mountains, Winnipeg, Newfoundland, Toronto, Montreal, and once we skirted the top of New York City. But never had we been away from mom or dad. However, travelling up north and getting out of Ohio? Oh hell yes! I was ready to soak this adventure in. Mom told me Frank built the place up north and there were several cabins along with the main house. &#034It's probably just a hunting lodge and cabins. Don't expect much,&#034 she said. He told mom the boys would be in the east cabin, and the girls in the west cabin, with a firm ten PM curfew. He had security cameras to catch any nonsense going on. Mom seemed satisfied knowing responsible adults were monitoring our actions. She also said that Frank didn't approve of ...
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