Date: Sat, 4 Nov 2017 02:07:29 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: A Nice Vacation

                         A NICE VACATION
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
                   WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

[Note: This story involves an underaged boy having sex with his father. As always, my stories are fantasies with no basis in reality either intended or implied, I personally have a clearly defined border between fantasy and reality in my own life and can enjoy these sort of stories with no desire to go out and emulate them in my own life. But if stories of this sort offend you, please, spare yourself and read no further. I write a wide variety of stories (it's what lets me stay so prolific) so check back next week for a story of mine that may not go too far for you.] 

     My mother freaked out when we got to the beach house. "A nude beach!
This lovely little cottage is next to a nude beach? It's not supposed to be
next to a nude beach! The company lied to us! Lied!" She mourned. "And we
were going to have such a nice vacation, too!"
     "The timeshare was your idea, Maureen." Daddy told her.
     "I didn't know there was a nude beach!" Mom scolded him like it was
his fault. She'd been the one hammering away about this place. The little
island nation of St. Bellisaurius had gone all out to try to bring in
tourist dollars, and the thought of taking a fall vacation in the island's
temperate climate had been all Mother had talked about for weeks.
     Finally Daddy said, "Oh, for Blank's sake!" only he filled in that
blank. "Call them up already!" A few thousand dollars from our family's
investment fund later, we had the timeshare and this was the first of what
would be four weeks' vacation at a warm semi-tropical beach. Only it turns
out, the beach was clothing-optional!
     "I think it's cool!" I declared, looking down at the small
beach. Between our cottage and the beach was a tangled area of thick
bushes, only small walkways meandered through them here and there, one of
them was close to our home. "Can I go swimming now?"
     "Swimming?" Mom was scandalized. "A boy down there among all those
strange, naked men and women, looking at.... Well, I never! No! You'll stay
home with us this week and we'll turn in this timeshare when we get back to
the States. Demand our money back!"
     All my protests were in vain and next I knew, I was ordered to go to
my room and stay there until nightfall for not doing what she told me. Now
how fair is that? I didn't pick the beach, she did! Of course, me pointing
that out to her was what had gotten her mad enough at me to ground me!
     I went to my room and lay down and took a nap, because the trip had
been long and tiring. When I woke up, I found that I was alone in the
cottage. A surprising event, but I found the note from Daddy, "Your mother
went shopping in town. I'm down on the beach. Come on down if you want to,
she won't be back until sundown."
     Daddy was down on the nude beach! "Wow!" I said softly. I never saw my
Daddy naked, though I'd tried more than once. I'd seen him shirtless plenty
of times, and a few times in the bathroom, he'd been wearing only the
wraparound towel he had, with the fastener to hold it about his waist like
a woman's skirt. So I knew most of what he looked like nude, his black
hair, blue eyes on a face that was solidly square with a deep cleft at the
chin. His chest was strong and heavily muscled, and coated with a thick
thatch of chest hair as black as the hair on his head, it made dense
patches on his breasts and reached down to below his navel. The hair on his
lower legs was also thick. I didn't know about the area between his navel
and his knees, though, that towel kept everything covered up there. That
was it. All I knew about Daddy was that, and the urge to see the space
between, and knowing that finding him on that beach would let me see it,
was enough to get me tearing down to the beach in no time.
     I wondered about the clothing, but halfway down the walkway, there was
a place with hangers and racks, saying, "Hang your clothes here." A guy was
watching the place and he gave me a card on a small strip I could tie
around my wrist, the word on it matched the one on my clothes that he
clipped to it with a clothespin. So I was dressed in my birthday suit when
I made it onto the beach and started looking around.
     Funny thing about nude beaches. Most of the people there weren't very
good-looking. Most of them were older men and women, like my grandparents,
and though I could see everything, in their cases, I didn't want to! Man, I
couldn't see what Mom was worried about, I spent most of my time trying to
look for Daddy while NOT looking at anyone else!
     But he wasn't there! I went up and down the beach twice, then gave up
and started to walk back to my home.
     "You looking for someone?" a woman asked me.
     "Yeah, my Daddy."
     "What's he look like?" she asked me.
     I told her what I just told you above and she nodded. "That
guy. Gorgeous!" She made a motion with her tongue around her lips and
snickered, then went on, "He took a beach towel out into the bushes over
there. He didn't like everyone checking him out, I guess. Why come to a
nude beach if you're afraid to show your goodies?" She hoisted her sunken
dugs up at me and winked.
     "Thanks!" I said hurriedly and turned away from her and ran over to
the bushes. The space between the bushes here were more small trails,
smaller than the one I'd taken to get to the beach. I had to choose among
several paths, and found that they all led to small open places. Some of
them had people in them, and what they were doing! I backed away after
getting a lot of education about what men and women did...and men and men,
and women and women!
     I found Daddy finally, about the twelfth place I looked, and the
eighth place with someone there. He was practically all the way back up to
the house here, just a single row of bushes between the cottage and
us. Daddy was spread out on the towel, soaking in the afternoon sun. I
finally got a good look at him, that space that he'd never let me see
before.
     Daddy had a lot of hair between his legs, too, especially right around
his weiner. And that was so much bigger than mine, even when you realized
he was bigger than me. It was large and round and plump, a dark gray-brown
in color, and I found myself wondering what it would feel like.
     Daddy was sleeping, so I looked all I wanted without him saying or
doing anything. Just looking at his wiener, it took me a while to realize
that mine was doing something weird.
     My wiener had gotten all hard! It was sticking out on me, two and a
half inches long, like it did when I played with it at night. I hadn't been
playing with it, why was it getting hard on me now?
     Daddy moaned and shifted some on his towel and I looked down, but he
was still asleep. But...yes, it was. His wiener was getting hard like mine!
It got even thicker, and longer, and then it started rising up like a
giraffe lifting its head from getting a drink like I'd seen on television
once.
     By the time it was standing all the way upright, it was as long as a
banana. The biggest banana you ever saw! Even bigger than a big banana!
"Gosh!" I said real softly.
     I wanted to hold it more than ever. Daddy hadn't woken up, he wouldn't
wake up just from me holding onto it, would he? Would he?
     Only one way to find out. If I saw him waking up, I'd just let go in a
hurry and then pretend I'd just found him.
     I slid down to kneel on the towel beside Daddy. Looked over at him, he
stirred, just his head which he turned my way, his eyelids fluttered, then
shut again, his hand shifted next to me. I waited until he settled down
again and then reached over and carefully caught hold of his pud.
     "Gosh!" I said again. It was so warm, and it was so hard! It felt a
lot harder than mine ever got, it was like holding a stick of wood all
wrapped up in a thick, soft cloth and all of it warm, so very warm.
     Daddy shifted again and his hips moved, up and down, and his cock slid
back and forth in my hand, the outer skin (the "cloth") holding still in my
hand while the "wood" inside of it moved along with Daddy.
     Daddy moaned, a soft sound, almost a sigh, and I realized that he
liked the feel of his cock moving back and forth like that, the same way I
did. By way of experiment, I moved my hand up and down his shaft, pulling
the skin all the way up far as I could, then pulling it all the way down
until his cock's head poked out of his foreskin and shone in the sun.
     And Daddy moaned again, a little louder. But he didn't wake up, though
his eyelids fluttered again. Emboldened, I began to move my hand again, a
little faster now, several pumps up and down.
     "Mmmm, uuhhhhh, ahhhhhhh!" Daddy groaned. I was watching his face, his
eyes didn't open, or not entirely, though he was moving more than before,
now.
     Then I felt his hand on my own prick, my little, stiff dick, now had
his big, strong fingers gripping it and I gasped, looked down, and Daddy's
hand moved back and forth, stroking my pud and sending a thrill through my
body.
     "Oooh!" I gasped and looked up again.
     Daddy's eyes were open and he was looking at me and smiling. "You like
that, Son?"
     "Uh-huh." I told him.
     "So do I. Can you do it faster, Son?"
     "Sure." I said and began to flog his prick faster.
     "Ooh, oh, oh, oh!" Daddy grunted as I pumped on him. "Oh, yeah, Son,
like that, do it like that! Oh, oh yeah!"
     Daddy began to jerk me faster, too, and I moaned along with him. "Ooh,
oh, Daddy, yeah, oh, oh, yeah!"
     "Oh, Son, yeah, oh, Son, yeah!" Daddy grunted. "It feels so good, your
doing that."
     "Uh-huh!" I was thinking about the two guys I'd seen a few minutes
before. They'd been lying side by side, but their heads at each other's
wieners, and they'd been using their mouths on each other. They hadn't seen
me, I'd just stared at them, then backed out of there.
     But I'd seen what they were doing. Sucking on each other's cocks,
moving their lips up and down, and both had been moaning.
     Daddy was moaning. But they'd been moaning louder. It must feel better
than a hand.
     So I thought all that in a few seconds, and then I acted, I scooted
down and leaned over and caught Daddy's prod in my mouth. Before he could
react, I had moved my lips up and down over the head and top few inches of
the shaft four or five times.
     "Oh, God, Son! Oh!" Daddy gasped as I worked my mouth on his
prick. "God, yeah, Son, suck it, suck my cock!"
     Daddy caught hold of my leg and pulled on me so that I was lying out
flat on the towel beside him, and his head reached and found my own cock
with his lips. I felt his big face bury itself in my crotch and his warm
mouth closing on my little prick and I just moaned. Oh, it felt so-o-o-o
good! No wonder those guys had been moaning! No wonder Daddy moaned! This
was the best feeling ever! I felt waves of pleasure rushing through my body
from every stroke of Daddy's lips up and down my shaft. I wanted this
feeling to last forever, for Daddy and me to suck each other all day and
night, forever and ever! And in that sensation, my little climax shook me,
I shivered and let the electric feeling of joy rush over me, finished, I
panted and wearily kept sucking my Daddy's dong.
     Daddy was moaning louder now, even with my prick in his mouth. He let
go of my cock and gasped out, "I'm coming, Son, I'm coming! Oh, God, I'm
coming! Oh, oh, oh, uh-huh-huh-uhhhh, GUHHHHHHHHH!"
     I hadn't turned loose of Daddy, even though I hadn't understood what
he meant. Now I did; my mouth suddenly was filled with a hot fluid rushing
out of his dick, it squirted into me in thick clumps of salty goo that hit
the back of my mouth and ran down my throat.
     The taste of that stuff, though, was remarkable. It had more than just
salt, in that liquid, it held a heavy flavor that was like nothing I'd ever
tasted. But I recognized it.
     It tasted like my Daddy! I could drink this and I'd be drinking Daddy!
That made me greedy, I gulped heartily at the contents of my mouth and as
more squirted in, I sucked it down and even when he finished, I kept
sucking at him, trying to siphon the last few dregs of it down into my
body.
     "Oh, oh, Son, oh, Son!" Daddy moaned, and this moan was the exhaustion
of a man who had given everything he had. Which he had, he'd given all of
himself...to me.
     I let go of his cock and let the shrinking mass of wet prong fall onto
the mat of his body fur waiting for it. "Did I do it right, Daddy?"
     "Oh, yes, Baby, you did it just right." Daddy panted.
     "That was fun." I mused. "I'd never tried that before, but it was
fun."
     "Never before?" Daddy asked. "Where did you even see that, how did you
know to suck on a man's cock like that?"
     "I saw it somewhere." I evaded.
     "Well...nobody else but me before, huh?"
     "No, Daddy. You were the first."
     "Let's keep it that way, then." Daddy said.
     "You bet, Daddy." I said. "Long as we can do it lots!"
     Daddy chuckled. "We'll have to see about that. God knows your mother
doesn't want to any longer."
     "She doesn't?" I asked.
     "We were supposed to try to rekindle our feelings on this trip, but if
she's going to spend all her time in town, that's not very likely."
     Well." I crawled around and snuggled under Daddy's arm. "If she's in
town a lot, that'll give us a lot more time together."
     "Yeah." Daddy stirred. "How about we go back to the cottage now? This
sun is getting to be too much for me."
     "Yeah." I agreed. "And the beach is full of ugly old people anyhow. No
fun at all, not even any other kids there."
     "Let's go, Son." Daddy and I got up, he picked up the towel, and we
pushed our way through the bushes and got back to our cottage.
     An hour or so later, Daddy and I sucked each other again, on my
bed. I'd hoped we'd have enough time for another session before Mom got
home, but she pulled into the driveway while we were still sitting watching
television.
     "Well, I know what I'm doing all week! Met a group of women that want
to show me all the best places to shop on the island! And how were you two
while I was gone? You didn't go to that dirty nude beach, did you?"
     Daddy looked at me, and I said quickly, "No, Mom. Daddy and me spent
the entire day together, just the two of us."
     "Really?"
     "Yeah, we got some sun and just goofed around." I said. "We had lots
of fun."
     Mom looked triumphant. "You see? You don't need to go to that beach to
have fun this week. You can have a nice vacation, just staying in and
playing with your Daddy all week, now, can't you?"
     I looked over at Daddy who was trying not to grin too big. "I sure
can, Mom! I sure can!"

                             THE END
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