Date: Thu, 4 Jun 2015 09:42:08 -0400 From: Paul Thorsen Subject: 4X4 Dad and Son Please consider redeploying a portion of your discretionary spending in support of Nifty and its free fantasy-stimulating sex oriented reading material. Donation methods are easy, convenient, and help keep a wide variety of literary media available to you. This story is exclusively for mature adults 18 and older. If any of this material offends you, then exercise your constitutionally protected right to free speech and association by leaving. All individuals and events in the following narrative are completely fictional and are intended for fantasy entertainment only. The author welcomes comments and dialog with like-minded adults. *********************** --- 4X4 Dad and Son --- *********************** The temperature must've been in the mid-90s the afternoon I headed up the coast in my Jeep. My destination was an uninhabited and desolate wildlife preserve on the ocean which allowed off-road vehicles into the park for bird watching, fishing, swimming and other beach-related activities during the late spring through fall months. Needing a break from the crowded vacation island on which I lived, I looked forward to the quiet and solitude I would find at the isolated end of the preserve where only 4X4 transport could venture. I also hoped I might catch a glimpse -- or more -- of nude sunbathers who went up there for all-over tanning and privacy. On the off chance I might come across some nudists during that slow midweek day, I brought along my binoculars as well as water and a blanket to lay in the bed of my Jeep. Slowing the Jeep down as I arrived at the end of the pavement where the trail continues on sand, I was conscious of the blazing heat and humidity while reaching down to shift the gearing into 4-wheel drive. That moment of transference from on-road to off-road driving always gave me a pulse of excitement, particularly when venturing into this park where I rarely saw another soul other than a fisherman or an occasional nudist. I felt an urge of sexual energy as the wheels of the Jeep dug into the soft sand, making a quiet whirring noise as the vehicle gently rolled in a tilting back and forth motion as I made my way up the beach. This rare day off during the midweek gave me a much-needed break from work, and also made me horny with thoughts of the possibilities the day might hold. About a mile up the coast, I slowed the Jeep to a stop so I could strip off my clothes and enjoy the intense midsummer sun that beat down on my shoulders. I'd taken off the Jeep's top and doors so I could take advantage of the welcome air that blew through the cab and provided relief from the sweltering heat. Having seen only one lone fisherman over the last mile, I correctly suspected I wouldn't run into anyone else during the next eight miles as I drove along the shore toward my intended destination at the end of the island. Few people ventured up that far because the high tide cut off the narrow beach and made the area inaccessible until the tide ebbed. I liked it up there because I could enjoy being alone without having to worry about sightseers or park rangers if I chose to swim or lay out nude. Stepping out of the Jeep, I appreciated the breeze across my back and chest as I stripped off my t-shirt and stepped out of my sandals. After I unbuttoned and shucked off my cargo shorts and briefs, I reached down into the floorboards for my black speedo, which I liked to wear while driving on the beach because it was the closest thing to nude I could get while still being legal. My cock began to swell as I adjusted my nuts and slid the speedo up over my hairy tanned thighs and butt, as I always felt a sexual sensation whenever I went naked or nearly naked on the beach. Hopping back into the Jeep, I shifted back into first to make my forty-five minute trek up the coastline, knowing it would be slow going in the dry powdery sand. The rest of the journey was uneventful as I neared the end of the preserve, driving with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the mound created by my cock and balls in my tight speedo. Rounding the last bend along the shore, I noticed another vehicle on the beach about a half mile up the coast. My foot immediately came off the accelerator and I put the transmission in neutral to coast to a stop. The vehicle up ahead was only a black dot on the horizon as a result of its distance from me and the rippling heat waves caused by the humidity in the air, so I reached down beside my seat and grabbed my binoculars to check out who or what lay up ahead. Raising the binoculars, I adjusted the focus to infinity in order to make out the figure of what appeared to be a male body standing between his parked vehicle and the ocean. I'd need to drive on another hundred yards or so to get a clearer view through the binoculars, so I put the Jeep back in first and slowly crept up the coast to avoid catching the attention of whoever it was up ahead. Stopping again, I peered into the scope to see a man about my age, thirty-five or so, in bathing trunks. At his feet sat a young boy, who was playing in the sand. The boy had obviously been swimming because his wet white skin glistened in the afternoon sun. Completely smooth skinned, his short sandy-blonde hair clung to his skull as it was evident he had just gotten out of the water and had now turned his attention to his plastic bucket, shovel, and sandcastle structure. About that time the man who I guessed to be his father noticed my vehicle down the coast, and I saw him turn toward his truck and get out his own pair of binoculars. Not wanting to be caught spying, I put mine down between the seats to provide the impression that I was merely another four-wheeler enjoying the isolation and afternoon sun. In truth, it gave me a shudder of excitement knowing I was the one now being watched, and my mind began to turn with erotic and exhibitionist ideas. The dude up ahead had a well-muscled and finely tuned body, more developed than my own, and since I knew he was now checking me out with his own scope I decided to take the opportunity to set the brake and hop out of the Jeep, pretending to check the tires. Clad only in my speedo, I went from back to front, stooping down in a mock examination of each wheel. As I crossed in front of my vehicle in full potential view of the dude up the coast, I knelt down as I looked at the last tire with my ass in his direction, and then stood up and hopped back into the Jeep. Now it was my turn to grab my binoculars and see if there was any reaction. Just as I was bringing the scope back into focus on the man, I saw he had just finished sliding off his swimming trunks and was picking up a towel to dry himself off. It seemed my ploy of displaying my lack of conservative swimwear had prompted him to get comfortable also. A surge of excitement raced through me as I watched him standing by his truck without his trunks. He moved his towel across his biceps and over his chest as he dried off, turning like I did with his ample man-ass facing down the coast toward me. "What was up?" I wondered, as I felt my cock begin to harden at the sight of this hot dude toweling off his muscular tan body, and more yet as he stood naked near his young son. My heart raced and my breathing increased as I contemplated what lay up ahead. I knew I would have to pass by them one way or another to get to the end of the island, so I released the brake and put the Jeep back into gear as I continued to proceed, planning whether or not to merely nod my head as I went by or if I would stop and try to make some small talk about the nice day and hot weather. Reaching the pair after what seemed an eternity of slow driving, I held my hand up off the steering wheel in a wave of respectful recognition, slowing the vehicle down to a crawl as I began to pass between them and the beach. The young boy by now was standing next to his dad at the tailgate of their truck, and the man was drying him off with a towel. I said "howdy" as I let the Jeep coast to a stop, and the man tilted his head up with a nod in return. "This dude has an incredible build," I thought as I discreetly admired his bulging biceps and chopped stomach. Sure enough, he was about mid-thirties in age and clearly a military man. His high-and-tight haircut gleamed with sweat as he continued toweling off his son. His serious, steel-blue and piercing eyes focused on his task as I decided to try to make conversation. "Beautiful day out," I said as a test to see if I should merely mention the weather and keep rolling, or if the guy might want to talk. "Hot as a hellified motherfucker if you ask me," the dude responded without any evident concern for swearing in front of his boy. The U.S. Marine tattoo on his upper left arm confirmed my suspicion about his military background, though at that point I didn't need the confirmation. His level and plumb haircut coupled with his clean-shaven and square-jawed face told me I was dealing with an alpha-male personality no matter what branch of service he belonged. He hadn't shaved for about two or three days and his dark blonde beard growth closely matched the color of his son's hair. "On vacation?" I asked, knowing the response would be affirmative. "Yeah, man," he replied, adding, "Got sick and fuckin' tired of all the noise and partyin' down at the motel, so I brought me and my boy up here to get away from the ruckus." "Same here," I said, turning off the ignition and hoping I could make small talk for a while longer and enjoy the unexpected view created by this father and son team. By now the dude was working the towel down his son's back, having dried off the boy's chest and arms. The kid's body moved from side to side under the strong motions of his dad's efforts. "Looks like we might be stuck here for a while until the tide goes back out and opens up the road," I added, trusting that statement would explain my presence and hoping it would give me an excuse to hang out with them for the next hour or two. I wished I'd worn my mirrored sunglasses as I was finding it difficult not to keep glancing down at the marine's hefty set of cock and balls which swayed back and forth as he worked the towel across the kid's young, smooth boy-butt. "Yeah, we'll be here for a good damn while I reckon," he confirmed, continuing, "But this looks like a pretty nice area and the little one sure likes the beach. Might as well pull your buggy over if you want since you're stuck here too." I felt another surge of anticipation as I restarted the Jeep and pulled it up behind his truck, tailgate facing tailgate. Hopping out of the cab, I grabbed the blanket I brought along and laid it on my tailgate, sitting down on it with my legs hanging off and my feet scuffing the sand. I immediately grabbed a bottle of water from my cooler and began to drink it, mainly because it was so hot, but also because I wanted to take my mind off the half-hard cock that was becoming noticeable in my speedo. "How long you down for?" I asked as the man sat down on the tailgate of his truck and popped open a can of beer. "Here 'til Saturday," he replied, swilling down the entire can in one long gulp. "The boy's gettin' ready to start first grade, and school will be here before you know it," he said to me knowing his son would pick up on that comment, and prompting the expected reaction from his kid. "Aw, Dad! School starts too damn early around here," the boy responded, sort of surprising me with the swear word that came out of his young mouth. "Watch your fuckin' language, Kyle," his dad retorted, adding, "You know you're too god-damned young to talk that kinda' shit." At least I knew the boy came by it honestly. "Now go and rinse out your crotch and swim trunks so I can finish gettin' you dried off," the dad ordered, tousling his son's hair and giving him a gentle nudge toward the ocean. Kyle obediently turned and made a bee-line for the surf, walking in nearly knee deep before sliding off his bathing suit and squatting in the ocean to let the water rinse him off. I could barely rip my eyes off his round, tight hairless butt as he splashed around with his back facing us, his white skin sparkling with moisture as he made sure to rinse off the sand between his slender legs. "Name's Mike," the dad ventured. "Sure is remote up here. Anyone ever get up to this part of hell?" he asked. "Rarely," I replied, adding, "And no one will come up here for the next couple hours at least until the tide turns," making sure Mike knew the three of us wouldn`t have any company, in case that was the motivation for his question. About that time, Kyle came running back up from his rinse-off, smiling and obviously happy to be at the beach and naked on top of that. My cock began to stir and swell some more as I admired his youthful smooth skin while getting my first good look at his tiny cock and balls. His body was still almost completely white, with only a hint of a tan line from his bathing suit. Utterly hairless from the neck down, he appeared unconscious of being naked in front of his dad or me, a complete stranger. As he began drying off his son Kyle's boy-butt with his towel, Mike asked, "Think it's alright to suntan nekkid around here?" adding, "I wouldn't mind gettin' some sun on my ass for a change. Shit, I've hardly had one fuckin' chance to catch some rays since I got back from motherfuckin' Eye-rack." "It's cool, dude," I said, my cock springing to almost full attention at the thought of hanging out with this manly naked guy and his young son. "If by some miracle someone managed to get up this way we'd see 'em a mile off before they got here," I added with the intention of letting Mike know it was fine with me if he stayed naked. Having moved to Kyle's crotch with the towel, the boy began to protest as his dad dried his little cock and balls. "You're pressin' too much, Daddy," Kyle said, "It's startin' to get hard." "Damn if you don't get hard at the slightest breeze, boy," Mike said to his son while shaking his head in mock disbelief. "Never heard of a boy that ran around with a hard-on as much as you do." As Mike completed drying the boy off, Kyle turned toward me, giving me my first look at his fully hard cocklet. His little round balls were tight between his legs and his two inch boy-cock stuck straight up, smooth and white like the rest of him, with a small head topping off his narrow shaft. "Feels good to be hard, Daddy!" Kyle exclaimed to his father as he playfully pushed his little cock straight out and released it, letting it snap back up and slap against his smooth flat stomach. "Yep, it does," Mike replied, moving around his own balls with his right hand. I struggled with the reality of what I was seeing while taking in the whole situation. I wondered what might happen next and I was almost light-headed at the sight of him absent-mindedly fumbling with his nuts in front of his son. "Hell, I think I will stay nekkid and get some sun," Mike said. "Too damn hot for clothes anyway." His bushy pubes framed his thick uncircumcised cock as he reach down to his large balls once more to pull them away from his crotch. After moving around his man-nuts and getting comfortable, he grasped his thick cock and shook it, clearly feeling some relief from the adjustment. I froze motionless as I saw him flick the foreskin of his beefy cock while he sat on the tailgate of his truck. I labored to wrap my mind around the entire scene as I watched this muscle-man marine and his first grader son, both naked with Mike starting to become aroused while toying with his man-cock. My head swam with excitement and disbelief as I took it all in, unable to avoid the developing sexual tension. "Alright if I lose my suit, too?" I nearly stammered, trying to make certain Mike wouldn't mind if I joined in with the nudity. He seemed like the type of man you wouldn't want to cross or disappoint, and I wanted to be sure I had the right grab on the situation. "Help yourself, man," Mike responded. "Kyle's seen me nekkid before and there's nothin' wrong with guys being nekkid around each other. He knows that." I stood up and pulled down my speedo, letting my half-hard cock flop out in the process. It felt risky to reveal my growing hard-on in front of the man and his son, but I was vibrating from the erotic situation and was by now horny out of my mind. Tossing my suit aside on the tailgate, I adjusted my own balls as I sat back down, my cock beginning to stick almost straight out between my thighs. "Wow, Daddy! He's got one almost as big as yours," Kyle announced as he stared at my thickening cock while reaching down to gingerly finger his own hard boy-dick. "God-damn if he don't," Mike said to his son as his own cock began to rise to full height. "He's damn near as hard as you, Kyle," he went on, moving his foreskin down to reveal the slick head of his thick eight inch cock. "How big are you hung, brother?" Mike asked me. "About seven and a half," I responded, tapping lightly at the sensitive underside of my now rock-hard cockshaft just below the head. "I think I'm like your boy. Mine gets stiff at the drop of a hat, too," I said looking at the boy in an effort to fit in with the whole situation. "Daddy gets hard a lot," Kyle ventured. "He has the biggest one I ever saw," he added, making me wonder how much experience he had with cocks in his short life. Just as I thought about what might happen next, Kyle reached over with his little hand and grasped his dad's cock about mid-shaft. "Daddy likes to slide the skin up and down," Kyle said as he slowly moved his father's foreskin up the head of his cock. Mike's thick eight-incher was now fully erect and pulsed as his little boy moved the foreskin up. The swollen head of Mike's boner was only half-way covered by his tight foreskin, with just the tip and piss-slit showing. A small drop of pre-cum squeezed out of his cock-slit due to his son's grasp. Mike inhaled deeply, his chest heaving at the feeling of his young son's hand masturbating his throbbing man-cock. "That feels good, Kyle," the boy's father said in a low voice as his son slowly moved his hand back down his dad's tool. The boy's hand barely encompassed half of his dad's rod, not even coming close to fully encircling the shaft. My own hand moved down and gripped my cock, as I sat mesmerized by the sight of the smooth young boy handling his father's erection while he touched and fingered his own cocklet. "Can I touch his?" the boy asked his dad as he watched me slowly stroke my man-cock. "It's alright with me if it's alright with him," Mike responded to his son. I stood up and slowly stepped toward the pair, positioning myself within easy reach of Kyle's hand and trembling with the anticipation of feeling the boy touch my throbbing shaft. Kyle took his hand off his cocklet and reached up to my man-rod, softly and gingerly placing his little hand around my throbbing boner, wide-eyed with awe and excitement at the feel of another man`s cock. "What's your name, Mister?" Kyle asked me. Realizing I hadn't introduced myself to either one, I responded, "My name's Dan, and I sure like the way your hand feels on my meat, buddy." The boy smiled as he slowly jerked my hard-on. "You're as hard as Daddy," he said watching transfixed, now moving his small hands along both our shafts, keeping the same stroking tempo with each of our cocks. I could already feel my nuts begin to boil from the excitement of watching this kid play with our two hard cocks. Mike was breathing heavily and fondling his balls as his son stroked his shaft. "FUCK that feels good, boy," Mike said to his son. "Motherfuckin' A-Number One!" "Is it okay if I touch yours?" I asked the boy. "Sure Mister Dan," he responded. I glanced at Mike to see if he had any objection, but he didn't show a reaction to my question, so I reached down and placed my thumb and forefinger around Kyle's boy-cock. He was hard as steel! His little cocklet felt silky and bone-stiff as I gently squeezed his shaft, moving my fingers up to the little head and softly pinching it. "That feels good!" Kyle blurted out. I continued fingering his little boy-cock, placing my hand easily around his whole shaft and then moving down to fondle his tiny balls. "I bet I can do something that will make it feel even better," I said to Kyle, overcome with excitement and wondering if Mike would intervene or allow me to go further. "Really? What's that?" Kyle asked. Looking over at Mike I said bluntly, "Is it okay with you if I give your son some head?" Wordlessly, Mike just nodded his head yes. "Here, I'll show you," I said to Kyle as I slowly knelt down on one knee, my rock-hard cock slipping from his gentle grasp. Still fingering his shaft, I bent my head forward and lightly licked the underside of his cock head. His body shuddered in response, and his little cock jumped in reaction to my wet tongue. I gently kissed the head of his cocklet, taking the tiny tip between my lips and extending my tongue down the underside of his slender shaft. My heart raced and my ears pulsed as I slowly parted my lips, taking his tiny cock head between my lips, suckling on it and enjoying its spongy feel in my mouth. Kyle bucked his hips away from me, overcome with the new sensation he felt on his sensitive boy-cock. "That tickles!" he blurted out, smiling. Moving my left hand behind him, I gently cupped his smooth butt cheek with my hand as I pulled him toward me and took his tiny cocklet back between my lips. He shuddered again as this time I took more of his head and shaft into my mouth, firmly holding his ass with my hand as I went down on him. He let out a little squeal of delight, squirming as I sucked down his entire two inch rod, until my lips stopped firmly against his hairless pubic area while my goatee brushed against his little nuts. I sucked wetly up and down his cocklet, my mouth watering with the feeling his tiny cock provided. Swirling my tongue around his shaft one last time, I let his little boner jump out of my mouth with an intentional popping sound which I hoped he would find entertaining. Giggling, Kyle continued to stroke his dad's cock as I lowered my mouth further to taste his little nuts. Licking each one, I carefully sucked one and then the other, eventually pulling both his balls into my mouth, gently rolling them around and savoring the feeling of having his tiny nutsack in my mouth. My left hand slowly crept down his butt, as my index finger ventured into his crack. Probing the cleft of his butt cheeks inch by inch, my finger eventually came to rest on his tight little cunt-hole, while I licked my tongue back up his five-year-old shaft and again began to give him more head. Mike reached down and tapped my shoulder, making me unsure if he was trying to send a signal about messing with his young son's twat, or if he wanted some head himself. Reluctantly taking my mouth off his boy's cocklet, I turned my head to Mike's huge man-cock, which by now was soaking with pre-cum that also dripped from his cock head. I slowly took the head of his throbbing rod into my mouth, as Kyle watched intently, hopefully learning how to suck a man the right way. Mike's pre-jizz tasted great as I moved my lips down the head, pushing his foreskin down as I went. Kyle watched silently as I began to suck his dad's boner, slobbering on the shaft and head in an effort to please him. I had only worked on his thick hard-on for a minute or so when Mike began to moan. "I'm gonna blow dude!" he said as his first volley of wad hit the back of my throat. His hard-on throbbed and pulsed as he let go a second rope of jizz into my mouth. As I let his cock slip from my lips in order to swallow some of his copious load, he grasped his man-cock and pointed it directly at Kyle's face, blasting him with another thick wad of man-spunk. Mike's cock quickly arched one more time as he shot the last of his jizz into his son's face while the kid stood there watching, slightly bewildered but not moving away. The sight of Mike's wad splattered across his five-year-old's forehead and cheeks, dripping down his face and off his chin, took me past the point of no return. Overcome by my own approaching orgasm, I stood up and also aimed my cock at Kyle's face, just at the edge of cumming. "Open your mouth, Kyle!" I ordered as I moved my cock head an inch from his lips. Kyle obediently opened his mouth only to quickly catch the first spasm of spunk from my cock. I reached down with my left hand and cupped it around the back of his skull, sliding the head of my man-cock between his stretched lips and into his little mouth. I held him still as I spunked his mouth again, my hand easily clasping his head firmly on my pulsing rod as I skull-fucked his soft warm mouth, filling it with hot cum. "Easy there," Mike said to me as I gently pumped my boner in his son's mouth. "Don't choke the little fucker." Breathing hard and almost gasping for air after my orgasm, I slowly let the head of my cock pop out from Kyle's tight little lips. Once free and still steel-hard, I grasped the shaft of my cock and slowly rubbed the swollen head on Kyle's face and nose, mixing his dad's jizz with my own and then spooning some of it into his mouth with the head of my rod. Kyle protested a bit, so I said, "Come on, lick it up. That stuff tastes good, boy." With my urging, Kyle hesitantly began to lick some of the cum off my stiff cock. I flexed my butt and jutted my hips forward one more time, wedging my cock head and about two inches of shaft into his open mouth, tightly grasping the back of his head while he took it. His tongue lapped the underside of my manhood as he tightened his soft lips around the head of my cock and swallowed the load in his mouth. Finally spent, I pulled back and let my cock pop out of the boy's mouth. Turning to his father, I said, "That's an A-1 little cocksucker you have there, Mike." Vexed by my comment, he retorted, "Watch your fuckin' mouth around my boy, asshole!" End