Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2002 17:54:08 -0500
From: Salvin Saar <greensalvin@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Vacation to Manhood" Part 5

My Vacation to Manhood--Part 5

Day 7-Part 1

I was standing in front of an immense ocean, the site of which made me feel
small compared to it's vastness. The water was serene, not a ripple or wave
could be seen over it's great expanse. The air was still, no detectable
noise heard as I looked around to examine this unfamiliar territory. The
sky was pale gray, like winter's deep sleep, but no icy chill to bring
comfort to me.

I looked around and noticed I was standing on a large beach that stretched
endlessly on each side.  "Why am I here?" I said to myself. "Where is
everyone else?" Not a person or seagull could be seen, nor was there the
comforting sound of ocean waves crashing upon the shore. "Am I alone?" I
thought, beginning to feel vulnerable. "Have I been forgotten or
discarded?"

I began walking and searching for any sign of life, when from a distance I
spotted a red object buried in the white sand. As I approached, I realized
that it was only a toy; a little red boat with a white sail. I'd had a boat
like this when I was younger, but it had been lost. I claimed it in my
hands as if I'd found lost treasure and carried it with me along the
shore. "Will it still float?" I wondered with childlike curiosity,
forgetting my solitude for a moment. Excitedly I approached the calm water
and placed the boat upon it with utmost care. I stared with joy and
amazement as it bobbed and floated gracefully about.

I then sensed a great warmth from behind and turned to see the splendor of
the large rising sun. "It must be early in the morning," I thought
happily. But as I turned back around the little red boat had vanished from
sight. I scanned the water with wide eyes, hoping for any sign of
it. Nothing! "It must have sunk!"  I thought in panic.

I got into the cold, chilly water and began to search, looking as I would
for a valuable diamond. As the sun illuminated the water, I spotted the
boat moving rapidly from shore, far off in the distance. At once my hopes
were dashed, as I knew I'd never see the boat again. "How could it have
gone so quickly?!  Why didn't I pay attention to it!" I thought, badgering
myself. Intense sadness overwhelmed me and I began to weep.

As I lay crying pitifully on the shore the rising sun began to warm and
comfort me and I felt my sadness relent. Then I heard the cry of seagulls
above and the waves began crashing powerfully on the shore.  I looked down
the sunlit beach and could see men arriving, preparing to partake of the
shore's glory.  The awareness that I was no longer alone filled me with
great joy and comfort and my spirits began to rise.

"This is where I belong," I thought with a sense of relief.  "This is where
I have to be."


I awoke alone once again. I knew Dad must have wanted to get on the road
early and had decided to start driving as I slept. I climbed out of the bed
and clumsily approached the toilet to do my morning business. It was
difficult, since the trailer was very shaky when on the move, but I managed
without making much of a mess. Unlike a motor home, which actually has it's
own engine, our trailer required a separate truck to pull it.  I knew I
wouldn't see Dad until he stopped for a break.

I gazed lazily out the window, the sun still below the horizon, and saw the
outline of huge mountains in the distance.  I walked into the kitchen area
and spotted a note taped to the table.

"Son, I decided to leave early. I'll be stopping around 9am to take a
break. I hope you slept well!  P.S. I left some food in the fridge for you.
I Love You, Dad."

A smile spread across my face as I read his last words.  I opened the
fridge and got out a plate of fruit, cheese and crackers and began to
eat. I thought about the incredible day yesterday, both happy and sad,
feeling my father's intimate touch for the first time and yet learning
about my parent's separation. It was bittersweet without a doubt, but I
knew I had to adjust and change.

More than ever before life began to get complicated and I knew the carefree
days of childhood were coming to an end, never to come again. As I opened
the shutters, I beheld dawn's first morning light.  I realized that like
the rising sun, nothing could stop the inevitable.

As I sat there, my mind still processing everything that had happened, my
thoughts drifted to and dwelled on the activities between my father and
I. I felt excitement return to my body as I recalled our awesome sexual
encounter; how his first wet kiss had felt and how my body tingled.

I began to fantasize about Dad touching me again, about touching his body
and how I longed to feel him caress and touch my body once more.  I had a
smile on my face as I thought about him. After fantasizing for a few
moments, I decided to get cleaned up. We only had a small reserve tank of
water, but I managed to fill the tub partially and began to wash myself.

My thoughts then wandered to the hot tub incident and the shower in the
men's locker room. I started to feel my manhood swelling with my touch and
longed to please it ever so much, but I refrained in hopes that I could
share my pleasure with Dad once again. I finished bathing, dried myself and
laid my naked body under the covers. I was still a bit tired and
effortlessly fell back to sleep.

"Oh yeah, that feels sooo good," I was thinking in my head. "This is one
good dream!" I was still half- asleep and I could feel my body tingling
strangely. My cock was curiously hard and I began to feel moisture rubbing
up and down against it. "Oh God Yes! What is it?" I thought over and over.

My thoughts returned to consciousness and I opened my eyes. As my vision
adjusted, I realized I wasn't alone.  "Someone is under the covers! Someone
has broken in!" I thought at first in panic, not realizing the absurdity of
that idea.  I threw off the covers in alarm, and realized what was
happening.

"Good morning son!" my Dad said to me, as he held my throbbing rod in his
hands.

 "Oh Dad, you surprised me! I didn't know what was going on," I said as I
sighed in relief, my heart still pounding fast.

"Sorry about that sleepy head. I came in here and I noticed something
making the covers stick up, so I decided to check it out. Hope you don't
mind boy," he said with his big warm smile.

"Oh no Dad, not at all," I said sleepily with a big grin. "What was that
awesome feeling?"

"Oh you mean this," Dad covered his warm mouth over my throbbing cock and
my head jerked back due to the unexpected sensation.

"Oh yeah, that's it, that's it!" I exclaimed.

"Well son, that's called a blow job," he said casually lifting his mouth
away. "Haven't you ever had one before?" he asked curiously.

 "No Sir, I haven't," I said, feeling bashful from my lack of experience.

"Well then it looks like I came just in the nick of time," he said
humorously. "Now keep still, close your eyes and tell me when you get
close." He continued working my pole inside his warm soft mouth, up and
down gently and then increasing his speed.

The sensation was not like any other I had felt before. It was warm and
soft and felt incredible on my hard stick. Up and down he continued, making
me tingle all over. I could feel his large fingers moving gently along the
underside of my drooping balls. I opened my eyes for a second to check out
his head moving rhythmically up and down over my glistening shaft.

If anyone had come in at that moment, it would have indeed incriminated us
both. I was laid with legs wide open, my naked teen flesh exposed to Dad
and my erect cock in his mouth. Dad was kneeled between my legs, fully
clothed, wearing his wife beater style tee shirt. It really turned me on
the way it clung so tightly to his firm stomach and chest. It nicely showed
the outline of his two oval man nips that poked erotically against the
tight fabric.

I also liked the sight of his tanned smooth biceps, not overly huge, but
just the right amount that a hard working man would have. His golden arms
flexed slightly as he continued to move above me. The thick hair under his
arms was now openly displayed as his arms were braced on either side of my
body.

His face was rugged but young looking. He could have easily been in his mid
thirties, which was surprising as he was not the type of man that made any
type of effort to look young. He was just naturally young looking I
supposed. The only traitor to his age was his hair and mustache. Specks of
gray could be seen in both his short-cropped hair and his trimmed
mustache. He also had a very defined nose and jaw line and his brow was
full and low hanging, giving him a serious and hungry look.

He was wearing his favorite pair of worn out, slightly torn wranglers that
rode him nicely. I had always admired the way they made his rear look as if
he were a bubble butted teenage boy (sort of like mine).

"Dad is sucking my dick," I thought excitedly, trying to absorb it. I knew
I wasn't going to last much longer but tried to slow myself down, to
prolong this fantastic occurrence.

I opened my eyes once again when Dad stopped and I noticed him put his
finger in his mouth for a moment, then I closed them again as he continued
tongue bathing my cock. Why did he lick his finger?  I wondered for a
moment; then I found out.

As I lay enjoying Dad's hot mouth working over my erect flesh, another
sensation came to the forefront; I felt Dad's moist finger rubbing my butt
hole gently. I hadn't even noticed it at first, but now it seemed to be
getting more intense. I opened my eyes to inquire, when an instant later it
was forcing it's way into my tight delicate hole. It burned and I longed to
expel the invader immediately!

Dad looked into my questioning eyes. "You alright boy?" he said as if he
were doing nothing out of the ordinary.

"Yeah Dad, but what's with the finger?" I said a little pained.

"I'm just trying to teach you a few new things son. Is it hurtin'?"

"Yes Sir, a little." I said not wanting to disappoint him.

"Sorry son; just hold on another second," he said as he reached to the
night stand and grabbed a tube of something.

"Maybe this will help," he said as he opened the tube and put some of it's
contents on his fingers and then rubbed it on my quivering rectum. It was
cold at first and made me squirm as he massaged it around. But the
sensation was erotic too. Dad gazed at my hole intently as his fingers and
thumb rubbed up and around my anus. It was starting to enjoy it immensely
until I felt his finger protruded again. The burning had lessened, but the
sensation was still very peculiar and not what I would have considered
pleasurable.

"That feels really strange Dad," I said skeptically.

"Don't worry son, you'll get used to it, and you'll like it too, I
promise. Just give it a chance," he said reassuringly. Dad was right; I
needed to be open to new things. I guess I was still immature in some ways.

Dad continued pushing his finger in and out and resumed sucking my cock
until it was again at its proud, glorious state. I started to get used to
the feeling of Dad's finger moving in and out and my attention once again
returned to his warm mouth encompassing my throbbing rod.

As his pace began to increase, I knew I was approaching the finish line. Up
and down, faster and faster he began to go, the sensations becoming more
intense by the second. I looked up and saw Dad's resolve in making me
shoot. "Dad, I gonna cum soon!" I said almost in a panic.

"Alright boy, just let it shoot for your Ole Dad, that's it son, move your
hips a little. I want you to fuck my face, Come on!" he said in his
aggressive sexual voice.

I moved my hips up and down faster and faster bucking against his
mouth. "Oh yeah, I yelled, Ohhh YEAH!" I shouted loudly.  Just as my boy
juice was starting to spew, Dad stuck another finger in my ass and pressed
them both to the hilt.

"OH Dad!" I yelled, trying to grasp for breath, but the burning pain
mingled quickly with intense pleasure, such as I had never felt before. As
my cock expelled it's huge load, I could feel my rectum clamping tightly
around Dad's intruding fingers. The sensation was heightened by Dad's
suckling mouth which devoured the spurting masses of my erupting teen
sperm, sending towering waves of ecstasy washing over me.

I felt more cum shoot out of my young pulsating cock than ever before. It
was as if new reserves of it had been discovered and had finally been
released in one enormous explosion!  "OH DAD, OH DAD, DADDY, DADDY!" I
yelped in excitement and disbelief.  It was a climax of phenomenal
magnitude!  Never had jerking off even come close to this new found level
of intensity.

After I was finished shooting off, I felt Dad's fingers slip gently out of
my hole.  I lay for a moment breathing heavily and unable to move as if I
had been paralyzed, allowing my body to enjoy this feeling of ultimate and
unparalleled satisfaction.

Dad softy rubbed my sweat drenched hair from my forehead and then lay
beside me and continued to caress my face and my chest. Then he put his
arms around me and held me firmly against his body.

I looked into Dad's face and wonder was my only expression. "Dad...dad...."
I started to say, but couldn't find the words to match the experience he
had just given me.

"Damn son, I think you are a man now! That was some load!" He said looking
at me tenderly.  "I guess that means you liked it huh?" he said with a sexy
grin on his face and then rolled on top of me, parting my lips with his
deep probing tongue. We kissed for a few moments until he got back up.

"Lay there for a minute boy," he said. He went to the bathroom cabinet, got
a wash cloth and moistened it with water. "Alright son, let's get you
cleaned up." He grabbed my ankles and swiftly guided them upward. "Keep
your legs up son and spread your butt for me," he said seriously. I looked
him in the eyes and reluctantly pulling my cheeks apart. I felt a little
humiliated in this position. He returned a look to me that was filled with
lust and perhaps a little dominance too.

My hole was fully exposed to him as he began to clean off the remaining
lube. He started first by wiping off my deflated cock, the cool washcloth
rubbing gently up and down the spent shaft. I noticed there was not a drop
of cum in sight. He must have swallowed the entire load of my teen cream.

Then he moved to my low-hanging balls and cleaned them gently.  The
washcloth moved down to my crack until it reached my (slightly sore)
sphincter. He cleaned it meticulously. Dad's large masculine frame towering
above, made me sort of feel like a helpless infant being tidied up after a
mess.

Once Dad was done, he slapped my ass gently and shot me a wickedly sexy
grin.  "Let's get you dressed boy. We still got a ways to go to your
Uncle's house. You can ride up front and keep me company." .

Dad went to the cabinet and pulled out some clothes for me to wear.  He
pulled the tee-shirt over my head and then guided me to step into my
underwear. He pulled them up and even adjusted my cock to the side at which
it normally hung. He must have studied my crotch as I had his, I thought
happily.

He grabbed a pair of my jeans and I stepping into them, while steading
myself on his shoulder.  He pulled them up and then zipped and buttoned me.
Then he got me to sit down and lifted each leg and put a sock on each of my
bare feet.  Finally he put my shoes on and tied them..

Something about the way he dressed me turned me on. All his concentration
seemed to be focused on it and I got the distinct impression that he
enjoyed it. Perhaps he just liked being in charge. I wasn't quite sure.

After I was fully dressed, Dad stood in front of me, admiring my clothed
body, first starting with my front and then looked at my rear. Then he
grabbed my crotch firmly in his large hand and squeezed.  "Don't forget
son; you owe me one," he said lustily and kissed me deeply.

"We better get going," he said and reluctantly pulled away.

We grabbed a few sodas from the fridge and got back on the road.

We talked about everything under the sun while we were driving.  I felt
like I was really getting to know my Dad as the person he was and not just
the father that had raised me. I knew the reason he opened up to me so
easily was because of our new intimate relationship. I asked a barrage of
question, all of which he happily answered. I started with trivial things,
like his favorite movie (Full Metal Jacket) and his favorite thing to do
(Ocean Fishing), and then I got to more personal questions.

"Dad, have you ever had sex with another guy, besides me?" I said
curiously.  Dad seemed to be a little startled by the question at first.

"Well son, to be honest," he said finally, "Yeah, I've played around with a
few. Why?"

"I was just wondering if you liked it as much as you liked being with Mom,"
I said feeling kind of bold.

"It's not really the same thing son. It's like apples and oranges."

Dad looked over to me briefly and saw the curious expression on my face.

"Having sex with a women is just different than with a man," he said trying
to clarify.

"Most of the women I've had sex with want a man to be gentle. They like a
lot of foreplay, like hugging and kissing, before anything else happens. It
takes a lot more work than having sex with another man," he said trying to
give me a thorough answer.

"With men it's different. The men I've fooled around with wanted quick sex,
rough and tough.  Man sex is sweaty and dirty and more vulgar and animal
like. Do you understand?"

I didn't entirely, but I had sort of an idea of what he was talking about.
"Yeah, I guess so," I said reluctantly.

"But what did you like better Dad?" I said still trying to get an answer to
my question.

"I can tell you're not gonna stop till I give you a straight answer, huh
son," Dad said, giving me a smile.

"Well, I guess I like a little of both. Sometimes I like it to be gentle
and sweet and sometimes I like to fuck hard and fast. It just depends on
what kinda mood I'm in."  "But you're Mom never liked it rough, so I guess
I've been missing that a little."

"Is that why you're getting divorced," I said, obviously still distressed
from the news.

Dad took a deep sigh, feeling the weight of my question.

"Son, there's really no one reason for that. I'd like to tell you there is,
but there just isn't.  But the reasons for getting divorced outnumber the
reasons for staying together."

"I didn't want to put you through it, true enough, but me and your mom, we
still have a life too.  We drifted apart as people, we changed over the
years and now we both want something different.  It's nothing we could have
known in the beginning. People change and sometimes it's better for
everyone if you just move on."

"I understand Dad." I said finally. "I'm not really mad about it anymore. I
want you and Mom to be happy, after all. I guess I was just surprised,
that's all."

"Well you surprised me too son," Dad said and gently put his hand on my
crotch, rubbing it.

Instant hardness came to my loin and I looked at Dad. We both started
laughing heartily.


To be Continued...

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