Date: Thu, 04 Dec 2008 16:32:08 -0500 From: Wolf Subject: Elias and his Father (gay/incest, b/M...) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2008 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Llias and his Father By Wolf When my Dad announced that I could go along with his to visit his brother in South Dakota I was thrilled, because it would be a big adventure for me. It would mean we would get to camp out along the way as we drove from Los Angeles to Rapid City, South Dakota. I was 11-years old and had never camped out before. The plan was to take the Ford F-150 with a camper shell on it, and we would set up a tent and sleep in sleeping bags, rather than stay in motels. We left home in evening to avoid the summer heat heading east on the 10 highway to the 15 highway. I slept most of the way. We turned east when we reached highway 40 at Barstow. We stopped at Needles for gas and we stopped at a Mc Donald's for egg Ms Muffins, sausage, hash brown, coffee and milk. When we crossed the Colorado River Dad pulled off of the highway far enough so that we could not hear the traffic and set to camp. He just wanted to sleep a few hours. When we found a likely place to set up the tent we found out Dad had forgotten the sleeping bags. At least there were a couple of blankets in the truck. We use a couple of stuff bags with clothes in them as pillows. When the sun came up the tent got too hot to sleep so we packed up and continued heading east. While on the road my father went a little natural. He didn't want to shave in cold water so he let his beard go. A lot of the time he didn't shower and relied on "Right Guard" (or as I called it Rat Guard) in the place of showering. Dad was 45-years old, about five-feet nine and average built. His brown hair was receding pretty fast. I don't remember ever having seen him with a full head of hair. A lot of people may appreciate the wilderness of Arizona but it was boring to me. We were in no hurry. We would stop and see the sights and check out the roadside shops when we would come to them. I was not interested in Indian jewelry, western hats or two headed farm animals. We had to stop at the Grand Canyon south rim and check out view. We spent the day sight seeing. In the afternoon we headed east along the south rim to an Indian Reservation and had a cold dinner before setting up camp. I was tired from sitting in that warm moving truck and was ready to bed down. We took off our clothes except for our underwear. I kept my jockey shorts on and Dad had his boxer shorts on. I curled up on my left side and drifted off to sleep. Dad had cuddled up against my back. Sometime during the night I woke up. Something was rubbing my asshole. Eventually I realized my underwear was pulled down in back. My dad was rubbing my asshole with his finger. I asked, "What's going on?" Dad was moving his finger up and down my crack, "Be quit and everything will be all right." Then he moved his hand around my body and stuck that finger in my mouth. He pushed it in and out until he was satisfied that it was coated with my spit, before he went back to rubbing my asshole. This time he shoved his finger into my asshole. It hurt like hell. He started finger fucking me slowly. While he was doing that he whispered in my ear, "God-damn your ass is tight. I want to fuck your ass, will you lit me fuck you?" I was frightened and didn't know for sure what he was talking about but I had an idea. I said, "Sure." I was only four-foot four back then, and no more that 120 pounds. There was not much I would do to prevent him from doing what ever he wanted. Dad started kissing the back of my neck, and when I turned my head he kissed my mouth. While he was doing that, he started finger fucking my ass faster and added a second finger. I pleaded, "You're hurting me!" Dad said, "You need to relax! I need to get you ready for my dick." There was no further need to complain, he was not going to stop, so I just had to endure what ever he was going to do. He told me, "Get on your knees and stick you ass up in the air." When I complied with his command he got behind me and started licking my asshole. I could not believe my father was actually doing something so nasty. He was still sticking fingers in my asshole and it felt very good to me. He played with my asshole a little longer before he told me, "Turn over and lay on your back." When I lay on my back, he turned his body around and squatted over my head. Even with the small amount of light in the tent I could see his ass. My father has a smooth ass, and his dick is about seven inches long and un-cut. He has thick balls, and the sack is very hairy. There are even dark hairs around his asshole. I could smell his asshole as he lowered his butt down to my face. He demanded that I lick his asshole. There was nothing I could do to stop him from sitting on my face. His ass crack was sweaty and hairy. I thought I would hate the taste of his asshole but found that I actually like the taste. While I was licking his asshole he started grinding his butt around for awhile. He told me to lick his balls at the same time he was rubbing them on my face. It was strange licking his hairy balls. I sucked on each nut in turn, until he was satisfied. I had never sucked a cock before, but he wanted me to get his cock wet. While I was sucking on the head of his dick, he rolled my body up, and bent over to lick my asshole too, and to make sure it was wet he left plenty of spit all over my asshole. He turned around again, and straddled my hips, and guided his cock against my asshole. I watched it spread my asshole, it hurt worse than when he had put his fingers in my ass. He was fucking me in the missionary position just like I was a girl. Dad was kissing me like I was a girl too. He was being very gentle with me, but as he got closer to coming he got rougher and faster. When he squirted cum in my ass, and pulled that thick monster out of me, I reached for my ass and felt just how big my asshole opening was. There was warm cum dripping down my back to the blanket. Dad took hold of my little dick, and jacked me off, until I squirted a little clear cum on my belly. We settled down and my father cuddled up behind me again, but this time he was holding onto my dick. In the morning we packed up and headed for Flagstaff to find a place to eat. I would have never expected it to be raining in Arizona during the summer, but it was. We stopped at the Meteor Crater and Painted Desert on the way. Every night when we camped he fucked my ass again, and we sucked each other's cock. When we reached Albuquerque, New Mexico we turned north on highway 25. When we passed Santa Fe the traffic thinned out, so Dad would push his bucket seat back and pull his cock out of his pants, and tell me to suck his cock. It was a little uncomfortable lying across the consol, and the damned steering wheel would hit the back of my head, but I would suck him until he would cum in my mouth. He would also tell me to lick his pits too. He would raise a sweaty arm and I would lick his smelly armpits. That got me into man smells that I still enjoy. It was early morning when we crossed over the Raton Pass into Colorado. We stopped to watch a couple of Golden Eagles, ridding the morning up drafts, looking for food for their chicks. The drive to Denver was hard to say much about the surroundings because I was busy sucking his cock most of the time. I was becoming a pretty good cocksucker. There were times that he would get horny, and would pull off the highway and fuck my ass when ever he felt like it. We were doing it in the back of the truck, in the tent, and sometimes out in the open. He was fucking me three and four times a day. We only stopped in Cheyenne Wyoming long enough for gas. As we kept going he stopped wearing deodorant and was having me smell his pits while dry humping me. Whenever he was too tired to fuck me, he would enjoy finger fucking my asshole. He would even reach over and jack me off while we were driving, or he would watch me jacking off. One night he asked me to give him a foot-job. He had to tell me what to do. What he wanted was for me to stick my foot between the cheeks of his ass, and force as many of my toes as I could into his asshole. We were doing that a lot, after that. Eventually, we reached highway 90 and headed towards Rapid City. We had to pass through Sturgis. It was bike week and there must have been 50,000 Harley Davidson's all over that small town. I had never seen so many tattooed people and so many naked tits. There were women walking around town with biker chaps on, and nothing else under them. Their pussies and butt's were hanging out for everyone to see. We didn't stop until we were far enough away to feel safe. When we finally got to my uncles place we had a great reunion. My father let my uncle watch me jack off and even allowed my uncle to watch him fuck my ass. Dad told him that he could fuck me too, but my uncle begged off, because he didn't want to cheat on his wife while she was in the house. (Who would guess he had a moral code.) Before we left for home he did let me suck his dick for him. It was not easy because his cock was even thicker than my dad's. It was all I could do to get the head of his dick in my mouth. I eventually just jacked him off. On the return trip home we headed west through Wyoming. From Casper we headed for Rawlins where we picked up highway 80 to Salt Lake City, and then south on highway 15. Dad had not bathed after leaving his brother's house, and was getting raunchy smelling. I loved the smell when we would bed down for the night. He would sit on my face, and make me lick his asshole until it was clean. I don't even know how many time he fucked me during that trip. We did stop in St. George to eat and met a lone biker on his way home, from Sturgis. Dad took a liking to him and allowed him to follow us to the north rim of the Grand Canyon. There is not as much of a tourist development there, but when we settled down that night the bike shared our tent. I sucked both cocks and got fucked in the ass by both of them before we settled down to rest. The biker smelled of cigarettes, and the leather's he had been wearing for more than a week. When we got to Las Vegas we visited the casinos, after Dad cleaned up. I was too young to gamble or see the strip shows, so I actually thought the place was a waste of electricity. When we got back to California we stopped at Calico Ghost Town. Because of the heat there were not a lot of visitors. We had a good time checking out the town, and the old gold mines. It was so hot at night that we just slept under the stars. It was very exciting to lay under the stars naked and cuddled up in my father's arm, while jacking him off. I enjoyed peeling back his foreskin, and licking his knob. It mattered not if he came in my mouth or my ass, by that time. I was a confirmed man lover. When we got home I was ready to seek out other men to have sex with. My father also saw to it that he shared me with his closest friends. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to whitewold999@icqmail.com