Date: Sat, 14 Aug 2021 20:36:57 +0200 (CEST)
From: karcamel@tutanota.com
Subject: Miles on the Road (adult-youth)

The author is not a native English speaker, however, I hope you can still
enjoy the reading experience.
The story is completely fictional and has no basis of truth in the real
world. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct
them to
karcamel@tutanota.com.
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Story codes; Mb, (dad-son 10 yo) inc, cons, oral, anal. (Gay adult-youth)
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MILES ON THE ROAD

Chapter 1

Lucas turned his bike quickly into the yard, he jumped off its ride even
before it stopped. The bicycle continued to go on its own and collided
with a maple tree standing in the yard, from where it bounced next to the
fence and was left leaning against it. In the hallway, he threw a cap on
the hat rack and kicked his shoes in the corner. He ran to his own room
and pushed his school backpack into the trash. He knew Mom would take it
out of there though, but today was a special day and Lucas decided to
celebrate it. School ended.

The third grade of elementary school was finally completed, there was a
summer vacation ahead, a long vacation before the beginning of fourth
grade, what could be better for a ten-year-old boy?

Miles Hunter sat in the car waiting for the traffic lights to turn green.
He wasn't really in a hurry to get anywhere, but the mere thought of him
being allowed to sit in a yard chair without a shirt made him impatient.
The work had gone nicely, at least in a financial sense. Miles owned a
restaurant that was quite popular especially at lunchtime, in the
evenings it served mainly as a takeaway restaurant.

So the restaurant did so well that Miles could afford to hire employees
to run the business even when he wasn't there himself. And because he
had enough manpower, he was also able to take a holiday of his own free
will whenever he wanted. Now it was the holiday's turn, it was summer.

Lucas lay in bed with a wide smile on his face. He did nothing,
absolutely nothing and it was wonderful. He put his glasses on the table
next to him and yawned, maybe it would be nice to sleep, he thought at
the same time his phone beeped to signal the message.

`Hey Luke, how was your last day at school?' His father wrote.

`It was just ok, wonderful when the holiday starts. * Luke replied.

`We're leaving on Tuesday, have you already packed?'

'Heh, Dad, not yet, it's Friday.'

`Did I remember putting a link to the campsites we're going to?' Dad
asked. He had rented a campervan and they were going on a week-long trip
around the state.

'You didn't, Dad, at least I didn't notice any.'

`Ok, I'll put them on you today, see you on Tuesday, I'll pick you up
in the morning'.

`Okay, bye, Dad.'

Lucas had turned ten in May. His 4.3 ft (131 cm) tall slim body was
supple and sinewy. His legs looked long because they were thin. Watching
them, he felt clumsy, even though the truth was quite different. In fact,
he was very good at playing all ball games. But instead of playing
sports, his passion was reading. He had read almost all of the adventure
and sci-fi books in the children's section of the Sandsville Public
Library. He had a lively imagination, and often it took him on the most
wonderful adventures, even in the middle of a school lesson.

Miles browsed the phone memo and looked for links to the campsites he has
saved. There were at least three of them, but now all the links seemed to
be one mess. One... another... where is the third? Miles wondered as his
phone began to ring at the same time. He quickly copied the links and
sent them to Lucas on Whatsapp. In that hurry, he accidentally sent one
more link than the ones he was about to post. The call came from a
restaurant, although it was agreed not to call him unless the restaurant
is on fire.

He stood in the bathroom and shaved his beard, which had already begun to
turn a little gray, it was a bit of a distressing thought. When he and
Lucas' mother had divorced, he had been quite plump and in poor
condition, that was four years ago. Too much Cigarettes and beer,
exercise not so much. After the divorce, Miles had shaped up, and now he
was an almost sober, fit, and well-proportioned middle-aged man, by the
age of 48 even youthful.

He looked at himself in the mirror and wondered if he might let the beard
grow. Summer beard. No, that wasn't a good idea, it made him look older.
Miles were the men whose hair didn't want to stay in a game for more
than 30 years. The toupée would have been embarrassing. Combover? HAH!
No, Miles was a manly man who looked like Telly Savalas, or maybe more
than Bruce Willis these days. In fact, he was very similar to Bruce with
his bald head. Well, at least in his own opinion. He was 5.9 (180cm)
tall, with blue happy-looking eyes above his high cheekbones. His
shoulders looked strong, and his biceps seemed to have a nice shape, too.

Lucas looked at the links sent by his dad, it was exciting for him to go
on a trip with his father. He, in his own opinion, didn't spend enough
time with him, and now they would have a whole week. He copied the link
to his phone's browser. It opened up a picture of a nice-looking campsite
with a wide variety of pastimes. The next link took him to a similar
place. But the third! A third link opened to a site that Dad may not have
intended to share.

lt was some kind of portal to many different sites. One link was *
gallery *. Lucas clicked on it, and images appeared on the screen line by
line. Pictures of the young boys, and by clicking on them, more pictures
of the boys were found. Some of them were kind of naughty, Lucas thought,
he didn't fully understand why, it just felt like it. The boys weren't
naked, but still, it was a little confusing to him.

He clicked on another link at the top of the page, * Stories *. There
were links on the page with the names of the stories. * I fuck my boy and
I love it *, was the name of one story. Lucas knew what that ugly word
meant, so he clicked on the link just to see if the story was as its
title promised. And yes it was. It was utterly shameless. Lucas wondered
if such things were really happening. He closed the browser and went out
to play, and he didn't think about it anymore.

But by bedtime, that thing came back to his mind. Naughty stories about
men and boys. Dozens of half-naked kids, some of whom were clearly
younger than him. Then the strangest question came to his mind; Why does
Dad have such a link? Does he like things like that?


Chapter 2

Lucas came to his father the day before they were supposed to leave. The
lawn in the yard had grown to ankle height and Miles had to mow it before
the trip.
The yard wasn't very big, but it had space for a trampoline, a barbecue,
and a couple of chairs with a table. Lucas had offered help and said he
could mow the lawn. Miles, however, was happy to do it himself, he
hadn't gone for a run for a few days. Exercise does good, he thought,
and of course also that a long drive would numb his body. Lucas said he
would go inside, in that case, to see if any of the guys were playing on
Steam.

The mower was driven by muscle power. Quite un-American, it doesn't have
a smelly gasoline engine but has to be pushed by himself. Using one is
pretty heavy, so Miles decided to take a short break between work. He put
the lawnmower leaning against the wall of the house and set out to get
some drinks. However, there was nothing to drink in the fridge. No beer
or cola. Not even milk.

He get back out and sat on the porch. Wiping sweat from his forehead, he
cursed in his mind. He wouldn't have wanted to go to the store in the
middle of work, even though it was only a couple of blocks away.

"Lucas, can you hear me?" Miles called the boy sitting inside at the
computer. "Yoo-hoo, Luke?"

Soon the stairs rumbled as Lucas came downstairs.

"What is it?" He asked. "What's happening, Dad?"

"Son. We have nothing to drink, the fridge is empty. I'm totally sweaty
and I wouldn't want to go shopping. Could you quickly ride your bike to
the store, and pick us up some drinks? I will call Mr. Allen and say that
you will buy beers for me ".

The place where they lived was more of a village than a city. There,
everyone knew each other, so Ziggy Allen, a shop owner, knew Miles and
knew his word could be trusted. He had sold beer this way before.

"My wallet is on the kitchen table, take the money from it, you can buy
yourself something if you want." Miles guided his son.

When Lucas returned from the store. He had two big bottles of cola and a
sixpack of beer with him. Miles drank an ice-cold beer with almost one
sip, belched, and smiled contentedly.

"Huh, this is what I just needed. What more could a man hope for than a
hot summer day, a vacation, time together with his son, and a few cold
beers? "

"Well, at least one thing you forgot," Lucas said.

"What could I have forgotten?" He wondered.

"Those T-bone steaks, Dad." Lucas said with a laugh.

"True! How the hell did I forget them. Bring the meat out of the fridge
and I'll light the grill.

They grilled first-class beef and enjoyed a cool evening. Miles sat on
the porch and watched the reddish skyline with a cold beer in his hand.

Lucas sat with his father on the porch and enjoyed the moment. His
stomach was full and he was in the best company, with his own father. He
then remembered that strange web page whose link had been among other
links. He would've liked to ask about it, but he didn't dare.

Miles drank his last beer and watched Lucas play something on his cell
phone. The boy is handsome, even beautiful, he thought. He had blond hair
just like his mother. It was uncombed and although it was quite short, it
was messy. The sun had burned his eyebrows white. His plump lips were
slightly girly, the upper lip cubids bow was inherently red as if it had
a bit of lipstick. The small gap between the front teeth made his smile
adorable. High cheekbones and sun-darkened freckles around the nose
crowned his face. His big blue eyes blinked as he looked intently at the
phone screen. Really beautiful boy, Miles thought.

Lucas had reached level 2122 in Candy Crush, and he didn't even want to
think about how much time he had spent playing it. Dad sat beside him,
and Lucas felt how he looked at him. Those strange stories of men and
boys came to his mind again, and he could not help but wonder if his
father was looking at him with that very eye. He listened to himself;

Did it feel bad to think about it? --It didn't.
How did it feel then? --Exciting.

It really felt exciting, it was a strange feeling in the chest.

Miles took the last sip of the can and crunched it with his hand. No. Be
that as it may, but I will not do that, he promised himself. Fantasies
are fantasies and reality is never what you imagine.

"I guess it's time to go to sleep." Miles said to his son and stood up.
"Tomorrow we leave right in the morning."

"Okay, Dad." Lucas replied. They closed the door, and so came the night.

To be continued