Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2006 05:49:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scorpiojames@yahoo.com
Subject: The Long Ride Home

This was always the part I hated most.  My wife, son and I had spent the
day at the beach, enjoying the sun, eating and relaxing.  But now it was
time to drive home.  We always went to a beach on Lake Huron that was about
a 3-hour drive from our home.  There were beaches closer to us, but I'd
been going to this beach my whole life, as had my parents and grandparents.
When my family talked about "going to the lake," they only meant one place.
The drive up was usually very pleasant.  We'd leave early and try to get to
the lake by 10 or 11 in the morning.  We'd find a nice place on the beach
to lay our towels and also find a spot up on the bluffs behind the beach to
have a picnic and spread out a blanket on which to nap under the trees.
That was always my favorite activity.  After the long drive and a filling
lunch, I loved lying down and listening to the waves below me.  I would
drift off to sleep and often doze all afternoon.  Usually, around 5 or 6,
we'd bring out our little portable grill and cook up some hot dogs.  After
dinner, we'd sit on the beach until the sun went down then load up the car
and head back home.  Even though I was rested from my napping, the drive
home always seemed so long and tiring.  My wife and son could sleep on the
way, but I had to stay awake and alert and sometimes that wasn't easy.

It didn't take long for my wife to fall asleep tonight.  Almost as soon as
we got on the highway and started driving in a straight line at a constant
speed, she was out.  She had the enviable ability to fall asleep quickly
and stay asleep.  I'd probably have to wake her up once we were in our
driveway.  My son, on the other hand, had on his headphones, listening to
music and looking out the window.  It was a good hour before I looked in
the rearview mirror and realized he'd fallen asleep too.  I found myself
alone in the car and let my mind wander over the day.  It'd been just
glorious, weather-wise: sunny and warm, but with a cool breeze off the lake
and almost no humidity.  Both my wife and son had spent the day on the
beach, soaking up sun and running in and out of the lake to cool off.  I
was never much for sunbathing, plus I burned easily, so I was happy to sit
in the shade and watch.  As I put the car into cruise control and tried to
relax into the long drive ahead, I flashed on an image I saw this afternoon
that made me chuckle.  I was sitting up on the bluff, having a beer,
scanning the beach.  I looked down on my wife and son lying next to each
other in the sun and realized the front of my son's bathing suit was
bulging up a bit.  As I sat watching him, realizing what was happening, a
smile broke out on my face.  Ah, yes.  Those moments when we're young men
and can't quite help when and where we get erections.  My son had started
getting hair on his face and body last year, I guess.  But this was the
first time I'd ever seen him with an erection.  It was hard to say, looking
at him from this distance, just how large it was, but I was hoping he took
after his dad and had a nice, meaty dick.  He must have realized he was
showing, because almost as soon as I saw this, he propped himself up on his
elbows, looked at himself and flipped over, lying down on it.  But seeing
it, even for that minute, was enough to make me marvel at my son and how
he's grown.

Joe was 15 now, tall and skinny, with dark curly hair and an infectious
smile.  Seeing him in his bathing suit today reminded me of when I was a
kid.  He was skinny, but still had some muscles developed from playing
different sports throughout the year.  He didn't yet have any chest hair,
but had quite a bit under his arms and a thin trail that went from his
belly button down below his waist.  His legs were covered with thick,
coarse hair but his arms hardly had any.  He had just begun getting hair on
his chin and along his jaw.  He rarely shaved, so the hair had grown in
long, but soft.  It was easy to see why he was popular in school, with both
girls and guys.  He was cute, friendly, easy going and seemed to do well at
whatever he tried.  As a father, I couldn't have been any more proud or
loved him more.  I looked at him in the rearview mirror, his mouth slightly
open, and again felt a slight tinge of desire.  There was something about
seeing him hard that really had given me a jolt.  Maybe it was just the
realization that my son was becoming a man, and a damned sexy one at that.
But as I drove on, I kept having that image pop up in my head over and over
again.  And as I kept seeing that lump in my mind's eye, a lump began to
grow in my own shorts.  I adjusted my leg and just let my dick stretch in
them.  I hadn't jerked off in a couple days and was pretty horny.  I often
thought about sex while driving like this.  It certainly made an unpleasant
drive a little more interesting.

We'd been on the road for quite a while, maybe an hour and a half.  I was
still thinking about the day and letting my mind wander when a noise
brought me back to the interior of our car.  I wasn't sure what it was and
looked at my wife.  She was still asleep in the passenger seat, her face
turned away from me, her chest rising and falling slowly.  I looked in the
rearview mirror at Joe, sitting behind her.  His eyes seemed closed, as if
he was still asleep, but then I heard a sound again and realized it was
coming from him.  I lowered my eyes in mirror and caught a reflection of
movement.  Suddenly, my stomach jumped into my throat and my heart started
to race.  There, in the mirror, I could see that Joe had taken his dick out
of his shorts and was stroking it!  I suddenly remembered I was driving and
looked back at the road.  I was still going in a straight line and there
was no traffic ahead.  My eyes shot back to the rearview mirror.  Oh, yeah!
My mind wasn't playing tricks.  There it was, out of his fly, in his hand,
being stroked.  My heart continued racing, my hands became sweaty on the
steering wheel as I came to grips with what I was seeing.  I kept moving my
eyes from his face to his crotch and back up again.  I couldn't tell if he
knew I could see what he was doing or if he thought I couldn't see him.
But he never looked up.  He kept his eyes closed or they were open slightly
but focused down at his dick.  And what a dick it was!  It looked to be
about 7 inches and thick all the way up.  He had a nice, well-formed head
with a thick ridge dividing it from the shaft and the head tapered a bit at
the top.  Watching him squeeze and tug at the top half of his dick gave me
a jolt that went right down to my own dick and I got hard rather quickly.
I reached down and gave myself a squeeze and felt my dick expand to its
full length along my leg.  I was wearing a pair of shorts that had a
built-in liner, so I wasn't wearing any underwear and the liner was
actually pretty loose.  In fact, I'd fallen out of them a few times today.
Since I'd gotten hard earlier, my dick was still out of the liner, but
inside the shorts.  I grabbed the end of shorts and pulled them back until
I could feel the head of my dick out in the open.  I began rubbing my knob,
alternatively squeezing it and running my fingers up into my shorts along
the shaft.

My eyes kept going back and forth between the road and the mirror.  I had
to continually remind myself that I was driving a car at 65 miles-per-hour
and couldn't just stop and watch my son in the rearview mirror.  But I
couldn't stop watching my son stroking that dick!  This was the first time
I'd actually seen it and I realized that my son's dick might be bigger than
mine.  Watching him work his dick was so sexy, too.  He obviously knew just
how to pleasure himself, first stroking his shaft then moving his hand up
so it covered his head and slowing the pace a little.  After a few minutes,
he moved one of his legs and the sudden movement and noise startled me.  I
lowered my eyes, trying to look as if I was really focused on the road, the
whole time squeezing my own dick with my hand.  I had pulled my shorts back
as far as I could and now had almost all of my dick exposed, but it still
was up against my leg.  I placed my hand over it and just tugged at it,
milking it while I watched my son do the same.  After what seemed an
eternity, I gave into the urge to look in the mirror again.  My son's face
was still turned down and his eyes seemed closed.  I took the opportunity
to adjust the mirror just a bit, so I could really get a full view of his
midsection.  He had turned a bit, putting one leg up on the backseat and
his back against the door.  Now that he was reclining, he had put his left
thumb into his fly and was pulling it down, giving his dick more room.  I
suddenly had the strongest desire to turn around and actually look at him,
let him know I was watching, but I didn't dare.  He must really think I was
too involved in driving to hear him.  And, to his credit, he was being very
quiet.  We both were, actually.

Suddenly, his breathing became a bit heavier and I wondered if he was
getting close.  I kept my eyes focused on the mirror, only momentarily
looking at the road to make sure I was in a single lane.  His breathing
became even heavier and faster and, as I looked on, he brought his left
hand to the head of his dick and cupped it in his palm.  His right hand
suddenly stopped stroking and the index finger began rubbing the underside
of his dick, right under the head.  With a hard exhalation, his body shook
and I realized he was unloading into his hand.  He had wrapped his left
hand around the head of dick to catch the cum, but on the second spurt, I
saw some escape and shoot straight up in the air and come back down and
land on his shirt.  There were at least 6 more contractions after that, but
Joe held his breath through the rest.  His hips bucked a little with each
burst and his finger, rubbing so fast under his head, slowed and stopped.
Then, without taking a moment to think, he raised his left hand to his
mouth and began eating the cum out of it.

I had been stroking my dick this whole time, pulling on it and playing with
the head.  I tended to leak a bit when, especially when I was worked up and
had produced enough fluid to get the head nice and wet.  Now, as I watched
my son come, I knew I was about to do the same.  I pulled my dick away from
my leg, pulling it against the leg opening of my shorts and started
stroking in earnest.  I looked in the mirror one last time to see my son
holding his dick up with his right hand and licking the last of his cum off
his left hand.  He seemed totally lost in the pleasure he was giving
himself.  Seeing that was enough to push me over the edge.  I took one last
quick look at the road then closed my eyes as the first shot of cum flew
out of my dick and hit my lower leg.  I kept stroking as shot after shot
pumped out of me, most of it dripping onto the floor between my legs.

Once I finished, I simply pulled the shorts and lining back over my
still-hard dick and tried to focus on the driving.  A quick glance in the
mirror confirmed that Joe had put his dick back in his shorts and was lying
back, probably ready to sleep again.  I could still see the lump in his
shorts, the same one I'd been looking at earlier today on the beach.  That
was one sweet dick and I hoped it wasn't the last time I'd see it.




I don't know.  Should I?  Damn, I'm SO horny.  I just wanna jerk off.  My
Dad's driving.  My Mom's asleep.  Neither one's gonna notice.  This drive
is so boring!  And I keep thinking about earlier today.

My parents had decided to spend the day at the beach.  That was totally
fine with me.  I needed some color on my pale skin and I figured I could
listen to a lot of new music I'd downloaded on the drive up and while I was
lying in the sand.  So, when they asked if I wanted to go to the lake, I
said yeah right away.

I slept for much of the drive up, which was nice since it's long.  I'd been
up pretty late last night, so as soon as we got on the highway, I spread
out on the back seat and almost immediately fell asleep.  When we got to
the lake, I quickly changed into my swimsuit and ran down to the beach to
get a good spot.  I loved being at the beach and lying in the sun.
Something about that intense, radiant heat just soaking into me made me
feel so good, so relaxed.  People joked that I was part salamander and how
could I argue?  I think if there were a hot rock nearby, I'd probably go
lie on it.

The day seemed to go pretty quickly.  After we arrived, I laid in the sun
and listened to music, occasionally going into the water to cool off.  The
lake water was still pretty cold.  Wading up to my chest was always a bit
of an ordeal, but I quickly would cool off and get out of the water and
back into the sunlight.  And even though I slept in the car on the way up,
I somehow managed to fall asleep on the beach, too.  In fact, at one point
I woke up and realized I had a hard-on.  Jesus, that freaked me out.  I
wondered how long I'd been lying there on my back with my bathing suit
tented up.  I quickly turned over and tried to go back to sleep, but it
seemed that lying on my dick had made it even harder.  I wanted to touch it
so bad.  Maybe, I thought, if I waited a while it would go down enough so I
could walk into the water and jerk off in the lake.  But then I realized
people would probably figure out what I was doing in the water.  Then I
thought maybe later I'd try and find a secluded place to jerk off before we
went home.  But somehow, as the hours of the afternoon slowly passed, I had
forgotten about trying to find a place to be alone.  I dozed, listened to
more music, and swam a bit more.

At some point, my Mom asked me if I was hungry for dinner.  I hadn't eaten
in a while and though I wasn't terribly hungry, I wasn't going to miss out
on some grilled hot dogs.  My Dad had been up in the bluffs, sleeping and
reading, I guess.  I'm not sure what all he does on these days at the lake.
But my Mom had asked me to go up and tell him to get the grill ready so we
could start making dinner.  She was going to go back to the car and get the
cooler with all the food in it.  I walked up the bluff and found my Dad
lying on a large blanket, propped up on an elbow, reading the paper.

"Hey, Pops," I said, "Mom wants you to cook dinner."

"Me?"  He replied.  "Why not you?"

"I don't know how to get the grill going.  Or how long to cook shit.  Ah, I
mean, stuff."  Woops!  Sometimes I forgot who I was talking to.

My Dad groaned, but I'm not sure if it was because I'd just said 'shit' or
because he didn't appreciate my lame excuses. He got up and looked around
for the small grill.  It was next to some folding chairs he'd brought.  He
went over and picked up the grill and moved it into the open.

"Grab that bag of charcoal and the chimney and I'll show you how to start
the fire.  Then I'll show you how to cook shit," he said this and looked up
at me with an expression I couldn't quite figure out.  He seemed annoyed
that I'd said 'shit,' but he now seemed to joking about it.  There was a
sly smile on his face when he said it.  I smiled back.

I walked over and grabbed the bag of charcoal and the chimney to light them
and brought them over to him.  He took some of the newspaper he was reading
and wadded it up and put it on the underside of the chimney.  Then he
placed it inside the grill, opened the bag of charcoal and began taking the
chunks of black coal and putting them into the top part of the chimney.  As
he was doing this, he was talking to me, explaining what he was doing, but
I had stopped listening.  When my Dad had squatted down and placed the
chimney into the grill, his shorts had gaped open and from where I was
sitting, I could see right up the leg and got a full view of my Dad's dick.
He was wearing these nylon shorts and I don't think he had any underwear
on.  As he squatted, his junk just fell out and was hanging right there for
me to see.  I still don't know if he was even aware of it.  But I just
couldn't take my eyes off his dick.  It seemed so big, even soft.  It was
certainly bigger than mine.  The head was a little pinker than the shaft
and there was a dark band that ran around the shaft right under the head.
I could make out a few veins running the length of the shaft, too.  The
head itself seemed longer than mine, maybe more pointed and it wasn't as
smooth as mine.  I could also see quite a bit of hair right at the base of
his dick and, of course, the top of his nuts.  I really couldn't make out
much more, but they just looked like a curtain of wrinkled skin hanging
behind his dick.  I really wanted to see the rest of his nuts, but no
matter how I moved or craned my neck, I couldn't see more.  So, I just sat
there, staring into his shorts while he had talked about starting up the
coals.

Now, sitting in the car, I kept coming back to that moment.  It was one of
those moments when you see something that really gets you going, but as
soon as you realize what it is and try to really take it in, it's gone.  I
guess I did get a few minutes of viewing, but it just wasn't enough for me.
Seeing my Dad's dick like that had been the high point of this day and as I
sat here, thinking about it and seeing it in my mind's eye, I really began
to get horny again.  I never did find a place to jerk off earlier today
and, since I jerked off at least once a day, I was due for one.  As I sat
here, I wondered if I could do it really quietly.  I was already hard and
was squeezing myself in my shorts.  I slowly pulled down the zipper and
moved my hand inside.  I hadn't put on any underwear after changing out of
my bathing suit, so I had access to my dick right away.  Jesus, I was hard
and so horny!  I had to do this.  I couldn't wait any more.

Pulling down on the fly, I pulled out my dick and held it in my hand, the
whole time looking at my Dad.  I was trying to be so quiet.  He seemed
focused on driving and I figured he could only see my face in the mirror,
so I closed my eyes.  If he looked in the rearview mirror, he'd think I was
asleep.  Once again, the vision of his dick hanging between his legs came
into view and I began stroking my dick in earnest.  Damn, it felt so good
to finally get off.  This had been building up all day.  Normally, I like
to put some spit on my hand and get my pole all wet, but I knew that would
make a lot of noise.  This time, it would have to be a dry one.

I was stroking away, thinking I probably should be quick about this, when I
opened my eyes just a bit and thought I saw something in the front seat.  I
moved my head a bit and looked at my Dad.  He was looking ahead, on the
road, with his left hand on the steering wheel.  But his right hand was
between his legs and seemed to be moving.

"Oh my God!" I thought, "Could he be jerking off too?"

I tried to keep my eyes closed as much as possible, but continued staring
into the front seat.

"Yes!  Yes, he IS jerking off.  His hand is definitely squeezing his dick."
I couldn't believe what I was thinking and seeing.

Then I realized that if he was jerking off, then maybe I didn't really need
to hide what I was doing.  I stretched out a leg on the back seat and
turned so my back was against the door.  Not only did this allow me to pull
my dick completely out of the fly of my shorts, but it also gave me a
higher vantage point from which to see my Dad.  Man, this was amazing!  Not
only had I seen my Dad's dick earlier today, but also now here I was later
the same day, watching him jerk off!  This was all too much for to take.  I
was so worked up.  I could feel the cum rising up in me.  So, I wrapped my
left hand around the head of my dick, l took one more look at my Dad
working his dick in the front seat and that was it.  The first shot came
out of me and it was all I could do to keep from shouting, both from
pleasure and pain.  Sometimes that first shot is intense if I haven't cum
in a while.  But I had to stifle any noise.  I kept shooting into my hand,
trying to catch it all.  Damn, it felt so good to finally cum.  Once I
began to calm down, I opened my left hand a bit and brought it to my mouth.
I loved eating my cum.  I always thought it tasted pretty damn good, and I
was always fascinated by how different it could taste from day to day.  I
let it slide from my palm into my tongue, and then I began licking my hand,
first my palm and then my fingers.  Finally, I opened my eyes a little and
looked at my Dad.  He was looking down at his dick, which was in full view
now.  Jesus!  It was HUGE and it was shooting.  Just as I looked, I saw a
couple shots fly out and fall to the floor.  Damn!  I couldn't get over how
huge his dick looked compared to mine.

My dick was still hard, but I pulled up on the fly of my shorts and tucked
it back in.  I lay there for a few minutes, catching my breath and watching
my Dad.  His dick was still out, but it was getting soft again.  I couldn't
see as much of it as I could before.  I closed my eyes and kept envisioning
what I'd just seen.  It was all too much to take in.

There was probably another hour of driving before we finally arrived home.
Neither my Dad nor I said a word the whole time.  I have no idea if he saw
me jerking off or not.  I wondered if he had and that's why he was doing it
too.  But I had certainly seen him and that was something I was never going
to forget.  Maybe some day we could do it together.  Watch each other
masturbate.  I think that would be cool.

Once we were home, my Dad woke up my Mom and we started unpacking the car.
I took some chairs out and walked them into the garage.  My Mom and Dad
both had bags in their arms as they walked by me into the house.  While I
had the chance, I walked back to the car and opened the driver's side door.
Sure enough, there were dried white circles on the floor of the car.  And
there were quite a few, too.  Damn.  It looked like he really shot a lot of
cum.  I stood there, staring at the floor of the car and started getting
hard again.

"Hey," said my Dad, who was standing right next to me.  I hadn't heard him
walk up.  "Whatcha doing?"

"Uh...." I stammered.  "Just making sure there's nothing left to take in."

"It's in the trunk.  Not the front seat."

"Oh, right."  I said and walked back toward the trunk.  I grabbed the
cooler and lifted it up and out of the trunk and started walking back
toward the house.  My Dad was standing where I'd been standing by the open
driver's side door and was looking at me.

"You know, son," he said quietly, "I had to keep one hand on the steering
wheel.  Otherwise I would've done the same thing as you."

And he shut the door and followed me into the house.