Date: Thu, 2 Dec 2010 00:35:27 +1000
From: projec101@gmail.com
Subject: The Tale of Emmit Miller: Airport Beginnings(chapter 1)

This is the first of many stories about the adventures of Emmit Miller I
have planned so please enjoy. All regular legal mumbo jumdo applies.

All rights reserved by Author.

Any resemblance to any person living or dead is not intended. The story is
completely fiction.

Chapter 1: Airport Beginnings

Hi. My name is Emmit Miller. I am 26 and this is the story of how I became
gay. It all started 10 years ago, long before I had realized the beauty of
the male form. I still remember what I looked like - not too different to
how I look now. I had dirty blond hair, but surfing had caused the tips to
bleach slightly. This also meant my white skin was a lightly tanned, not so
much to make me look like a prune but just enough so I didn't look like a
vampire. As well as surfing, I played competitive rugby and at the time of
this story, had just finished a successful season. It was because of this
success my dad and I went on a surfing trip to the Maldives. If we had
never gone on that trip, I may be telling a very different story today.

I don't remember much about the trip except it was great. What I really
remember though, was what happened when we arrived back in Sydney. We had
cleared immigration and were making our way to customs. My dad and I were
blabbering about who knows what, who good the trip had been, what we will
do when we got back home. My dad was an interesting character. It may sound
stereotypical but he was my role model, a true man I could model myself
after. He had a similar build to mine, very buff with broad shoulders. His
hair was similar to mine but a far darker colour, more brown, but still
with the blond traces of his younger days. I was very impressed with my
genes. At 40, my dad had perfect vision and hair longer than mine, however
much my mum hated it. I had seen him naked before many times. He would
parade around the bathroom nude, as it trying to prove to my mum he was
still sexy, which he constant moaning sounds at night from their bedrooms
seemed to prove successful.

At that point in time, I had no sexual attraction to him in any way, but
that was soon to change. More on that later though. As we got closer and
closer to our turn, I noticed two of the guards staring at us, taking under
their breath. Although I was too far away to hear what they said, their
stare gave me the creeps. I elbowed my dad, whispering to him about the
guards. He glanced in their direction before replying in his deep, loving
voice, "I don't have a clue what their problem is but lets just ignore
them."

"Sure" I nodded. This became increasingly difficult when then started
walking over to us.

"You have both been randomly selected for extra security screening" One of
the guards boomed in a domineering tone.

"But you didn't even type our names into any computer?" my dad said, trying
to reason with them.

"Trying to undermine my authority will not get you anywhere. Step out of
the line and follow us."

"I have our passports, if that helps" I said to the smaller of the two
guards.

"That won't be necessary" he said, smirking

As I followed close behind the two men I observed them carefully. They were
roughly the same size, and looked pretty similar mostly. They were both
African-American with similar bodies. They here more built than my dad, but
not by far. They led us over to the side of the queuing area and down a
corridor before stopping at two doors next to each other on the right. Here
one guard took me and lead me into the first room while taking my dad into
the other.

"What's your name" the guard said.

"Emmit" I said as confident as possible

"Well Emmit, I'm going to have to get you to strip for me. We have been
tipped off that a couple fitting your description were carrying drugs into
the country"

I was partially shocked, but not all too surprised. Why else would they be
taking us into these private rooms.

"We aren't drug lords, do we really look like that kind of person?" It was
true. I had never touched drugs in my life, not even a regular cigarette.

"Well handsome, prove it to me, now strip" He shouted that last word, the
fact he had called me handsome only lingering in my mind for a second. I
figured, whats the worst that could happen and ripped of my shirt,
revealing my thick abs and massive pecks which glistening slightly from a
combination of sweat from nerves and not having washed for two days.

I pulled of my socks and shoes before unbuttoning my jeans to reveal my
jocks. I slid my pants off, now standing in front of a total stranger. I
was wearing some old boxer-briefs, so my large package was visible.

"Well well, get a move on" the guard said impatiently

"Wait, you mean all of my clothes"

"It's either this, or I have to arrest"

I realized I had no choice and without thinking whipped off my
undies. Immediately the guard came over and started moving me, searching me
all over for any sign of concealed drugs. He crouched down in front of me,
staring at my soft 4 inch cock.

"Look what we have here" he said smiling. He lifted my penis before cupping
my ball sack. He felt around my groin for about a minute. It was impossible
he was searching for drugs that whole time, I remember thinking to my
self. Boy was I naive. To be honest, my cock had grown with all the
testicle groping and penis fondling.

His hand now moved between my legs to the base of ass cheeks. He slowly ran
his hand between my now sweaty cheeks. To reach this he had to lean so
close to my crotch, my penis was resting on his head, but the buff guard
didn't seam to mind and I was not one to defy him. He then stood up and
told me to spin around and lean over.

"Wait just a second" I was worried "Your not going to stick your finger in
my shitter are you?"

"You bet your life I am"

"But there must be some law against it though"

"Your dad doesn't seem to think so."

What I saw next changed my life for ever. As the guard said this, he spun
me around to see something I had not noticed before. No the wall joining
the room my dad and I were in, there was a huge window. On the other side
was my father.

"It's like the glass in crime shown" the guard said, smirking, "we can see
them but they cant see us".

I could have figured that out for myself as on the other side of the glass
was a site I never thought I would see. There was my father, on the floor
on his hands and knees, doggy style, being finger fucked by the other
guard. And this was no ordinary anal search for drugs, my dad had groaning
and panting as first two then three of the guards sausage fingers entered
my father.

"Here, have the audio too" the guard said, pressing a small button on the
wall. The room was suddenly filled with my fathers moans.

"Oh yes," I heard him cry in ecstasy "Ohhhh please more" he said as the
guard slipped in a fourth finger.

At this, the guard pressed the button again the mute the audio. I just
stood there like a stunned mullet. So many things were racing my head in
that moment that influenced the next thing that came out of my mouth, so I
will try to say them all. Firstly, I wondered how long my dad had been gay,
or bi at least. It was clear this was not his first time. Secondly I
thought mum and if he knew. It was the third thing that went through my
head at this moment though which was the strangest. If my dad, the man I
had idolized my entire life, who I had looked up to and asked for advice,
the man I had modeled my body off enjoyed this so much, it cant really be
that bad. I remember thinking it must feel dam good if he likes it that
much. By this time it was obvious this was not a regular search routine. I
was not sure what it was but I figured it was best to just go along with it
to make sure neither my dad or I were hurt.

"So your only looking for drugs?" I said, even though I already knew the
answer.

"Yea sure" the guard said laughing "Drugs...thats it"

"Well fine then" I part sighed, part whimpered

"So Emmit, how would you like it" the guard snigger's, "Regular or...doggy
style" he smiled at these last words and glanced at the window, through
which you see my father, now with the guards whole hand up his anus.

I gulped and turned around so my back was too the guard. I then got on my
knees and lowered myself so I was on all fours -- just like my idol. I
think this came with such little resistance as somewhere inside, I wanted
to be fucked like daddy.

The guard was gentile at first. I felt a strange sensation around my ass --
a pushing. I had never felt this feeling before as back then, I was a
virgin in all ways. I let out a small gasp as the guard cleared my lips. It
stung a tiny bit at first but the pain soon dissipated. As the guard fed
his finger in further and further, the sensation became unlike anything
else I had felt before. I had imagined it would be slightly like taking a
shit, but it felt much better. A relaxed my body as the thick finger
stroked the walls of my lower bowels. It felt great. The man added another
finger, expanding my hole rapidly. Although it did burn like I had the
runs, the sensation was somehow indescribably enjoyable. All I knew is that
I wanted more. I was facing away from the wall with the window but I guess
the guard must have pressed the audio button at this point because once
again the room was filled with my fathers moans, pants and cries.

"Oh yes that feels sooo goood" I heard my dad cry. I presume they had moved
on from fingering because of the next thing I heard -- something, once
again, I never thought I would hear my dad utter.

"You big black cock in my small tight ass feels so good" He cried. By this
time, I had four fingers in my ass and it felt amazing.

"Well there seems to be no drugs anywhere on your person" the guard said,
withdrawing from finger fucking my butt. I desperately wanted more but
there was no way I was going to ask. I put on my clothes while watching my
father in the other room doing the same. He had no idea I had seen him
fucking another dude so I would have to act like nothing happened when I
stepped out of the door.

The guard told me to leave and guide myself back to the queue. I closed the
door and waited a moment for my dad, who exited looking a bit sweatier but
also very happy. He also seemed different -- not physically but in my mind
-- more... manly and strong.

"Well that was strange," I said, acting confused at what was meant to have
just happened.

"Yea" my father said in his deep, soothing voice, "strange indeed"

--------------------------------End of chapter----------------------------

Thanks for reading. I have more coming that will hopefully me more concise
and less faffing about. If you have any suggestions, email me at
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