Date: Wed, 03 Jul 2002 05:26:04 -0500 From: Salvin Saar Subject: My Vacation to Manhood - Part 1 My Vacation to Manhood Part 1 Disclaimer: This story involves sexual themes dealing with incest between an older and younger male. It in no way endorses or advocates any type of illegal sexual behavior. This story merely illustrates events, both fictional and factual, from my personal experiences and fantasies as a youth. If you are offended by this type of subject matter, read no further. You have been warned. Opening: We decided to take a vacation! Naturally I was excited at even the mention of it. My family loved traveling to the extent that we invested in a large camping trailer. The idea was to have it ready to go at a moments notice. Several times a year we would take weekend trips down to the beach at Galveston or go to Mexico to see the sights and do some cheap shopping. Most of my friends envied the fact that I was always going some place fun. I can't say that I blamed them. During the summer we would take several small trips and usually one large trip. This year however, there was to be only one large trip. We were going to the West Coast--California! I had been there once when I was a child but had only a vague memory of it. I was extremely excited about going. Along the way we were to see Mom's sister and brother in law in Nevada and then over to see Dad's oldest brother in California. Dad had also mentioned a trip to Hollywood and Disney Land to sweeten the deal. We packed for a few days, taking more stuff than ever before (a least that I recalled). It made sense though, since we were going to be gone for an entire month. The only thing that seemed odd was my parents subdued attitude. They were usually as excited as I was about going on a trip. They were probably just tried from the packing, I thought to myself and then tossed and turned in excitement. The next day our journey would begin. Little did I know that it would change my life forever. Day 1 We departed very early from Fort Worth Texas heading toward El Paso. It was a long drawn out drive from what I can remember. I sat up front with my Dad, while my mom sat in the back with the baby. They had both fallen asleep during the long drive, leaving my father and I to keep each other company. My Dad was a very attractive to me. He was a good ole' Texas man who loved his fishing, hunting and working on cars like the rest of the men in my family. He had short cropped dark brown hair and a trimmed but full mustache mounted on his upper lip. When we traveled on long trips he usually wore a white cut off tee-shirt that clung to his thick masculine chest. I remember looking at his well developed body and wishing I had more muscle on my arms. I also enjoyed seeing the dark hairs under his arms peek from beneath. He was irresistible to me; my perfect fantasy man. Big, strong and rugged, the way I liked them (or at least in my dreams). At some point, I would usually glance over at his crotch and marvel at what looked like to be something substantial. It was during one of my crotch staring episodes that my dad caught me looking from behind my pretending to be asleep eyes. "Hey boy, you awake?" he asked in his gruff sort of voice, quietly enough not to disturb the others. "Yes Sir, I'm awake." I answered after a long moment. Panic at first gripped me as I assumed he knew what I was looking at, but he didn't mention it. "Looks like your starting to tent up boy," he said. At first I wasn't exactly sure what he was talking about until he shifted his gaze toward the tower in my shorts. An instant fury of bright red overtook my face. I shifted and squirmed to try to hide my hardening member from his view. I didn't even realize I was hard due mainly to the fact that it was like that at many times during those days and I was just so used to it. I also never thought my dad would notice, let alone say anything about it. I was completely startled to say the least. My dad, who had obviously sensed my discomfort at being caught, laughed it off and said "It's nothing to be ashamed of boy, I used to spring those all the time when I was your age." He gave me a quick smiled and looked back to the road. After that, nothing more was said for a while; Dad listened to his country music while I, still shocked beyond speech, looked intently out the window avoiding his direction as best I could. In a way, what he said made me feel good. I liked the fact that he also used to get erections just as I had. I felt like we had some common ground. I also remember feeling turned on by the whole event afterwards. My Dad had seen and commented about my dick being hard. That was thrilling to say the least! At the end of the first day we made it to El Paso and stopped at a camping trailer park. We ate dinner and then we each showered. I always hated showering in the trailer because we only had one and it seemed to take forever(Mom was notorious for "the hour shower"). It was after 11pm before we got to bed. Once everyone else was asleep, I started playing with myself and thinking about Dad catching me hard and imagining him telling me to stroke it for him. It didn't take long and I shot a good bit that night. I slipped off to quite sleep, not thinking anything more about it. Little did I know what the next day would bring. Day 2 We left from El Paso around noon and started to drive towards New Mexico. It started out pretty much the same boring drive but then the scenery started to change. We started to see rocky terrain, vast open spaces and some catus along the road.. We stopped along the way a few times to eat and take pictures. As the evening approached, we selected a camping site at which to stay. It was nearly 8pm before we got everything hooked up. I was just exploring the park in my usual way when I noticed a big bathroom on the property. I entered to see what was inside and discovered 3 shower stalls. To my disappointment, no one was using them at the time. The place smelled like the public showers at school. It's not really a bad smell, just a weird kind of smell; like chlorine, sweat and something else. Hum? After admiring the bathroom for a minute, I headed back to camper. Mom was taking a bath and Dad was sitting at the table watching (static) TV. I gave him my report on the park, telling him they had a game room, a pond, "and this one even has showers." He looked up briefly and suggested we give try them out. He said he wanted to hurry and shower so we could start grilling out. I was hesitant at the suggestion, but recalled quickly that each shower stall had a door. Although I didn't have a problem showering at school with other boys, the thought of exposing myself to Dad made me feel bashful. We arrived at the showers, towels in hand, and the place was still empty. It was much darker out by this time and the lights inside the shower room were somewhat dim in a depressive sort of way. My Dad stepped into a shower stall and got the water running. I began to step into the adjacent shower but Dad stopped me. "Come on son, let's shower together; no use taken up two". It seemed my heart stopped for a minute at the suggestion, but then I tried quickly to think up an excuse. "There kinda small Dad. I'll just shower here," I said quickly. "Don't be silly son, their huge!" Dad said after a moment in disbelief at my suggestion. My face turned red from the thought of being exposed to him. "What? You shy?" He said giving a questioning look. I didn't know what to say being asked so directly. He knew without me saying that I was. "Don't be ridiculous boy, I'm your Father! Now come on." he said flatly. I knew resistance was futile. I turned away from Dad and stripped off my shirt and shorts. I heard the shower door creak and knew Dad was already showering. "Hurry Up son," he shouted after me. I took off my boxers, standing fully nude in the shower room. Reluctantly I approached the shower door. My heart was beating fast and time seemed to be moving in slow motion as I pushed it open. When I entered the stall, Dad was facing the shower nozzle and I gazed amazingly for the first time at his completely naked body from behind. He was tanned all over except for his ass which was nearly ghost white. Seeing his naked backside nearly took my breath away. Then he turned around and gave me a big easy smile as I entered. Instinctively, and without being able to stop myself, my eyes shot down toward his crotch. I had never seen an older man naked before and the experience dazzled me. Everything seemed surreal and I can recall almost every detail of that moment; sights, sounds, noises etc. etc. After my initial astonishment faded, I regained my composure and quickly looked away; too quickly. "Son, if you want to look, go right ahead. I know you're curious about what another guy looks like and it's natural and nothing to be ashamed of." Inside quiet relief had taken over. My fears of being though of as a pervert had been abated and I had free reign to admire him as much as I wanted, although I still felt reluctant to do so. Dad looked at me in loving sort of way and smiled broadly. I couldn't help but laugh as he laughed with me. It seemed to break the tension I was feeling and for that I was grateful. But I wasn't the only one interested in looking. I also began to notice how Dad's gaze shifted toward my lower regions and he began to inspect me as well. Apparently he was as curious as I was but made no attempt to hide his interest. "You sure are growing up fast son," he said smiling again at me as he soaped up. "I remember when you was just a baby and now look at you; almost a grown man!" He continued looking at my body from head to toe as if he had every right to do so. He was the one that made me so in a way I guess he was just admiring his creation. Dark brown hair covered my head, just as his. My body, although still very lean, was beginning to fill out. My arms were beginning to show some tone as well as my legs. My chest and shoulders were broadening. I was still almost completely smooth except for the sparse dark hairs now surrounding my pubic area and the wispy dark patches under my arms. I guess I could have felt violated by Dad's penetrating gaze, but the way he was looking at me was one of wonder and joy and it made me feel warm inside. There was something else in his gaze that I had never seen before. I didn't understand what exactly it was, but I felt strangely aroused by it. I also continued to look at him since all was fair game at this point. He smiled at me during my examination of him and did not try to turn away. In fact I think he even spread his legs a little so I'd have a better view of his equipment. I looked at his flaccid cock and was amazed by not only the size but by the amount of hair surrounding it. I could only imagine how monstrous it would have been if it had been erect. His nuts were large too and hairy. They looked like two large woolly eggs. He began to wash under his arms, lifting them high and exposing two vast crevices of dark hair. Armpits had always excited me because it represented manhood in my mind. In gym class , I was always very envious of the boys that had a full bloom of underarm hair. It showed a sign of maturity that I longed for. I felt impatient for my own patch to fill out more. After he was done covering his dark pits with soap, he handed me the bar and told me to do the same. I lifted my arms up and lathered up. He looked at me while I washed and he watched me soap down the rest of my body. I avoiding my crotch at all cost. The initial fear and embarrassment of the situation had helped me to maintain control over getting aroused, but I knew touching it now would undermine my efforts. Dad apparently noticed my avoidance. "Don't forget to wash those jewels boy, you gotta keep them nice and clean all the time." I was stunned for a moment by words I didn't wish to hear. I didn't go immediately to that section, not wanting to blow my cover. Dad seemed to sense my hesitation and grabbed the soap from me. "Like this son" he said. He took the soap and made a lather in his hands and then started to rub it all over his cock and balls. He didn't do it subtlety, but instead very explicitly so I would get the point. He insisted that I pay attention as he cleaned himself, mumbling instructions softly. His balls flapped and jiggled around as he washed underneath them. Then he took his dick in hand and washed it meticulously, encircling the head with his fingers and rubbing down the long shaft, not missing an inch. At this point my attempts at maintaining a soft rod began to waver. My cock started to grow to the semi-erect state; not to the point of sticking straight out as it does on full, but just enough to make a noticeable difference. I was sure Dad was going to say something about it as he had in the car, but to my relief, he didn't. He just continued to wash himself and then rinsed. "Your turn son," he said. He handed back the soap to me and watched as I lathered up my hands. I started on my balls thinking it would be the safest place to begin. He eyed me intently as I began to clean myself. I caressed myself cautiously and tried not the make the situation inflate (literally). Once I go to my cock however, the battle was lost. Just the anticipation of washing my cock as Dad's observant eyes watched, made me grow more erect. I rubbed myself delicately and tried not to become fully erect in front of him. "Son, you're not going to get it clean like that," he said in a sort of impatient voice. Then he grabbed the soap and lathered his hand. Without as much as a word, he reached down and began to wash my cock and balls as if they were his own. Bristly and thoroughly. Dad's hands seemed to have electricity in them as I tingled from the feeling of his hands on my balls. I couldn't help but shudder helplessly under his touch. He started with my balls, washing each one as if it were a diamond, carefully but firmly. But the sparks really started to fly when he washed my cock (now completely hard). He worked his hand up and down, making sure he got the ring around the head with his thumb and his index finger. It jerked upward every time his hand touched it. I guess what he was doing could have been misconstrued as sexual contact, but the intensity in which he was cleaning me made me feel sure he was just attending to the task at hand. He was a man with a mission; to show me how to clean myself and the serious look in his eye only reflected that. "You've gotta make sure you clean yourself completely boy. You can get infections if you don't, understand?" he said in a firm voice. "Uh, yes Sir," I uttered, now flushing full red once again and trying not to look into his eyes.. He didn't say anything about my throbbing member to my relief. After he was satisfied that I was cleaned he turned toward the shower and handed me back the soap. "Get my back for me, will ya son," he asked in a soft tone. I began to make a lather and I washed his back as best I could. I stopped right before I got to his ass crack, at which point he thanked me, took the soap and washed his ass and his crack in my full view. "Turn around. I'll get you too." I turned around now facing the stall door while Dad washed my back. Firm stokes up and down with rough hands making sure I got exceptionally clean. Once he got to my lower back, I presumed he would stop, but he didn't. He proceeded to wash my butt and my lower legs with the same severity and thoroughness. My cock, in constant agony and at it's fully erect state, wanted some major vindication. I didn't even dare look at it, pretending rather that it wasn't there. Unexpectedly, Dad worked his hand between my butt crack and started to wash me. "Dad, I can do that," I said, feeling a little humiliated. "I want to make sure you know how to clean yourself right boy. It's important for a man to take care of himself and his body," he said easily. Undaunted he continued to clean my crack. It was an odd sensation but one that also felt incredibly good. He had moved his hand slowly into the interior of my crack and when I felt his finger gently rubbing my butt hole, I swear I almost came right then. My whole body jerked and tensed up as if I were going to shoot. I never realized my butt hole could make me feel that way. Luckily he stopped when he did. He finished up and told me to get into the stream of water so he could rinse me off. As I stood in the stream, Dad moved the aim of the water by adjusting the nozzle. He first aimed it at my chest and then moved the aim downward, deliberately aimed it at my cock and balls washing the remaining soap from them. The water stung a little at first, but I enjoyed it all the same. "Turn around son" he said, as he shifted the nozzle down to rinse off my butt. "Bend over a little son and spread your butt." I hesitated for a moment, feeling more than humiliated at opening my ass to Dad. He gently pushed my back down and I did as he requested, holding my cheeks open as far as I could. He squirted water right at my hole for half a minute. The feeling was fantastic. After that we finished washing our hair and got out. I dried my front off and Dad offered to get my back. He turned me around and dried not only my back, but my backside and legs as well. Then he reached between my legs from behind and gently dried my nuts. My cock was not within his view as it was standing straight out and away from him. I knew that if he had dried that he would have ended up having more to dry than he started out with! Then he turned around and I reciprocated. I dried his back, his butt and then his hairy legs. Should I dry his balls too? I wondered silently. After considering for a moment, I decided to do it. He jerked forward a little from surprise but then opened his legs slightly to aide me. I marveled at the size of the hairy orbs and delighted in seeing them sway heavily between his mighty legs. I also noticed that his dangling cock seemed to be a little larger than usual. Just my imagination, I supposed. Once I was satisfied he was dry, we finished drying ourselves. I was still completely erect and it made me feel extremely self conscious, especially since Dad's cock was still pretty soft and not a dead giveaway for arousal. But he didn't seem to take any notice so I just ignored it. We proceeded to get dressed and returned to the trailer to cook dinner. I can't begin to tell you how exciting the whole experience was for me. To have seen Dad naked for starters; then for him to touch my privates and then touching his balls as I dried him. It was too much. I was in a state of wonder and disbelief, believing that the whole episode had been nothing more than a very realistic and fantastic dream. The reality of the situation hit home later that night as I was lying in bed. After everyone was asleep, I began to jerking off quietly. My balls ached painfully like never before and I actually considered that something might be wrong with me. But seconds later (literally) I had an orgasm so intense that I felt as if fireworks were shooting out of my pulsating cock. Wave after wave shot forth splattering my chest and stomach and I couldn't help but let out a muffled cry of amazement. The sensation lasted for minutes afterwards and I felt like all the life in my body had just been expelled through my shaft. The ache in my nuts had subsided almost immediately. It was the most phenomenal climax I had ever experienced. I lay motionless for some time, trying to summon the energy to move. Afterward I cleaned up (a considerable mess) and drifted into the peaceful realm of sleep... What a day, I thought to myself. What a day indeed!