Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2002 04:02:23 -0500 From: Salvin Saar Subject: "My Vacation to Manhood" Part 6 Final My Vacation to Manhood Part-6 by Salvin Saar It was about 5 p.m. when we arrived at my Uncle's house. He lived in a mobile home in a really nice trailer park. I know what you're thinking, Trashy right? Well that's what I would have thought since I'd seen some of the parks in Texas and many were indeed trashy looking. But this park was like a resort. Everything looked new and tidy and the area surrounding it was absolutely beautiful. The park was nestled between two mountains. Not snow capped mountains like the Alps, but big rounded off rock mountains. There were not really that high, but more broad. Large round boulders adorned the mountains and most of the surrounding area. The park even had a huge swimming pool that was built around some of these large boulders. It was a gorgeous sight. My Uncle knew we were coming and had reserved us a place to stay for a few days. The park had extra spots available for those passing through. We parked the RV and got everything hooked up. Afterward we proceeded to my Uncle's house. The last time I had seen my Uncle was when I was six years old. I wasn't really sure what he looked like since the pictures we had of him were also of that time period. We went up to his trailer and knocked on his door. When the door opened a pretty nice looking, middle aged man was standing there. He was built like my father but a little leaner. He had the same dark hair and blue eyes as both Dad and I. He greeted my father with a bear hug and then moved to me and squeezed me tightly in his arms. "Boy, you've really grown since I saw you the last time. You're turning into a handsome young man, just like your Daddy and me back in the day," he said smiling broadly. His compliment made me feel embarrassed, but I smiled back and said "Thank you Sir." I knew I was going to like my Uncle. He had an easy manner that made you feel comfortable right away. Plus he reminded me a lot of Dad. After a minute or two, Dad and his Bro were chatting and catching up on old times. Since I knew they'd be at it for a while, I decided to check out the alien surroundings. "Dad, could I go walk around the park for a few minutes?" I asked pleadingly. "Sure son, go ahead, but don't wander off to far. I don't want to have to track you down," he said in his fatherly tone, looked over to me and then resumed talking to his brother. I left and walked up the road through the trailer park and began looking for signs of life. Not too much to report, I'm sorry to say. It was mainly a community of seniors and nothing much was going on. The mountains called to me however. What I wanted most was to go and explore a little of the mountainside. "I don't think Dad would mind if I went on a little climb," I thought to myself. I almost went back to ask, but decided it would take to long. The mountains were solid rock, sort of a brown sand color. No trees or bushes grew on them, just a few scraggly weeds. The only thing that looked out of place were the large round boulders. They looked treacherous, as if they would come rolling down at any moment. But, I figured they'd probably been there for years or they would have already rolled down. I decided I'd march up the slope a little way to get a good view of the park. I began to walk steadily upward. There was a narrow trail leading far up the side of the mountain. It was a tiring climb, but since I was pretty athletic, it didn't bother me much. You could tell that other people had explored this mountain before from the discarded bottles and from the easy to follow path. The only problem I encountered was loose gravel. It had caused me to slip a few times. Once I had walked about 20 minutes , I turned around and beheld the park far below. I had climbed further than I thought. My attention was then drawn to the large orange sun. It was making a slow descent into the horizon. It was a breathtaking view and it made me immediately glad I had decided to climb up. I just wish I would have had more time to enjoy it. Moments later, a loud ominous wail pierced the silence. The hairs on my arms were standing on edge and my heart seemed to pause. What could that be? I wondered in fright, quickly jumping up and looking above to identify what had made the loud bellow. I couldn't make out anything in the shadows of the mountain. Then the wailing came again. It was an animal no doubt and whatever it was, it wasn't far away. At that moment, I decided to get my ass down the mountain. I didn't know what was making that sound but the first thing that came to my mind was a wolf. I began to walk down the steep slope quickly, my heart pounding in anxiety. I lost my caution however and slipped forward on some loose gravel and impacted my knee on a sharp rock. The hard rock had gashed me hard enough to rip a hole in my pants. Once I steadied myself, I lifted up the torn flap and noticed blood coming from my knee. Damn, I need to be more careful! I thought in panic. My adrenaline was flowing and the pain didn't really bother me, to my surprise. My hands also had gravel indented into them, but I easily wiped it away leaving several small craters it their wake. Then howling again broke the silence and now it seemed like more than one animal. I quickened my pace once more, my brow sweating profusely, and slipped again. This time I fell landing on my other knee. I knew I'd scraped it, but didn't have time to worry about it. I got up and speedily continued my trek downward. I had been so certain that the climb down would be faster, but being more careful had slowed my descent. About 20 minutes later, I was only halfway down to my dismay. Then I heard a sound even more frightening than the howl. I heard Dad's voice echoing through the distance. Oh SHIT! I thought as my heart sank. Dad was looking for me! This can't be good! Did I shout back? I decided I would, but another howl from close by changed my mind. I was afraid that yelling would cause whatever it was to come after me. Dad's summons would have to wait until I was down. I already felt I was on the edge of disaster and I didn't want to chance it. From my distance I could see two tiny people in the park below. I couldn't tell if it was Dad and my Uncle, or if they were even looking my direction, but I decided to give a wave just the same. It was in vain. I could see the two figures moving the opposite direction and the shouts of my name resumed more loudly than before. Well it must be Dad, I thought. Boy is he gonna be mad. But I didn't linger on that thought and continued walking down for several more minutes. The wolf cry had stopped to my relief, but the sun had now set behind some mountains and a dark veil was across the valley. Dad's yell continued to echo eerily throughout the valley. Every time I heard it, I knew I was in more trouble. Once I was nearly down, I responded, "I'm coming Dad!" as loudly as I could muster. I was nearing some trailers and I'm sure the residents where thinking what an idiot I was. As I started back up the road, my heart sank into my stomach. I saw my Dad walking up the road toward me and I immediately beheld worry and anger in his face. To make matters worse, my Uncle was walking with him. As he approached me, I felt certain he could see that I had had an adventure. My clothes were dirty from head to toe and the knee of my pants torn and bloodied. Once he walked close enough to recognize me, I could see his worry turned to relief, and then he embraced me, holding me tightly for a moment. When he backed off his anger erupted. "Where the Hell have you been!" He shouted loudly. "Uh, I just climbed up the mountain to see the sun set," I said a little scared and trying to sound innocent. "Why didn't you answer me when I called you! I've been yelling for you half an hour! You worried me half to death!" "I wanted to Dad, but there was a wolf howling and I was afraid he'd come after me." I said, trying to explain myself. "Wolves! There aren't any wolves around here!" He said yelling again. "But there are coyotes around here," my Uncle interjected to my surprise. "I don't know if they'd attack a human, but the do kill some of the pets when they stray to far." Dad looked at my Uncle for a second, then back to me. "What did I tell you before you left!" "Uh, I don't know..." "I said, Don't go off too far! Don't you think climbing up a mountain is far, especially in a strange place?! You could have fallen or gotten lost or been attacked!" he said heatedly. "I'm sorry Dad, I didn't know. I won't do it again." I said gloomily. "Damn right you won't! Now come on, I'll deal with you later. Right now your Uncle has made us dinner and it's getting cold on account of you!" "Don't worry over that, I'll just throw in the microwave. No harm done," my Uncle said lightly, trying to stick up for me and calm my Dad. It made me feel a little better. My Dad and Uncle turned around and began walking toward the trailer. I knew I was in deep shit, but I was so relieved to be down the mountain that I didn't care. The mountain climb had definitely taken its toll on me and I felt weak and exhausted. Feeling very belittled, I walked behind, slowly brooding over being yelled at in front of my Uncle and I'm sure half the park heard it too. Dad was probably right though; it was foolish of me to go wandering off. But at the time, I just wanted to have a little adventure. Be careful what you wish for..., I thought to myself. When we got back to my Uncle's house, he reheated the meal as promised. He turned to me, gave me a pat on the shoulder, smiled and pointed out the bathroom. He told me I should go and get cleaned up. Dad had taken a seat on the sofa and didn't look at me as I walked by. His face was stern and flushed. I knew he was upset with me, but he was going overboard as far a I was concerned. I was washing my face in the sink of the bathroom when Dad came in and closed the door behind him. He had a medical kit in his hand. He turned me around toward him and kneeled down. Then he lifted up the bloodied torn patch of my pants and looked at my cut. Without another word, he reached up and undid my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled them down. He guided me to the toilet and motioned for me to sit. He got a washcloth, moistened it and cleaned the bloody wound on my leg carefully before applying a stinging red antibiotic liquid that made me cringe. He held my knee firmly in place and applied a bandage. He cleaned the other knee too, but no bandage was required. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" he said seriously. "No Sir," I said as sorrowfully as I could muster. He left without another word and never looked me in the eyes. His silent treatment made me feel horrible. I knew I'd really upset him. I also knew I was going to be punished. He'd punished before so I knew what was going to happen. It usually involved about 5 or 6 licks with his belt on my bare ass. I wasn't looking forward to it, and I hoped that in light of our new relationship he'd let me slide. But if the trade off was the silent treatment, I thought I'd just as soon have the licks. Dad not talking to me made me feel worse by far. Still I thought my Dad was over reacting. After all, nothing bad actually happened except a cut knee and I couldn't fathom why he was so upset. I finished cleaning up and went to dinner. We had a turkey loaf (like meat loaf, but not as good) and mashed potatoes and veggies. It was a pretty good meal, considering my bachelor Uncle(divorced) had made it. The atmosphere was pretty lame though. Dad didn't say much to me. He spoke mainly to my Uncle and I felt brushed off . I could tell my Uncle was trying to include me in the conversation, but I decided it was best to hang low until Dad had calmed down. After dinner we watched TV for a while and then Dad said we needed to get to bed. I thanked my Uncle for dinner; telling him it was really good and apologized again that he had to re-heat it. "No problem boy, no harm done," he said as he smiled at me and gave me a hug. "Ya'll welcome to stay here in the extra bedroom if you want." "No, don't worry about that, we got all our stuff in the camper, but we'll see you in the morning. Thanks again," Dad said and gave his brother a pat on the shoulder before we left. Our trailer was only about a minute from my Uncle's home. Dad didn't say a word to me as we walked. As we entered the trailer and closed the door, silent dread came upon me. "Sit down Son," Dad said most rigidly. I sat at the table and my heart once again sank. "Son, I'm very upset that you didn't listen to me today when I told you to stay close. I was really worried about you," he said more calmly than I expected. "What concerns me the most, is that we are now involved on a different level. I don't want you to think because of that, I don't intend on having my rules followed. That was also one reason why I didn't want to pursue this. Do you understand?" I didn't really understand what he was getting at, but I felt that he was going to end our new found relationship together and I know my eyes started to water. "Dad, I'm sorry, I won't do it ever again, I promise!" I said sadly and almost frantically, realizing for the first time that my actions may have had a worse results than I expected. "I just wanted to see the sun set. I wasn't trying to make you worry about me," I said very defensively. "Well Son, what I'm saying is that I have to punish you for what you've done, the way I would have normally done; our special relationship cannot interfere with me teaching you right from wrong. If it does, then we are going to stop being together and things will go back to the way they were. My number one duty is being a father to you and keeping you out of trouble and I won't let anything interfere with that. Do you Understand?" "Yes Sir, I understand." I said, calming down. "Alright let's get this over with so we can enjoy the rest of our evening," he said flatly. Dad looked around scanning the trailer. "I guess we'll use the couch," he said. I knew what I had to do. I walked over to the couch, undid my belt and dropped my pants to the floor and got into "The Position." I knew it well, as I'd been spanked about 7 other times in my life by him and about 4 times at school, although school spankings were a joke in comparison. But no matter how many times it's happened before, every time felt like the first. My stomach got tied in knots and the anticipation was by far worse than the event itself. Dad never brutally spanked me. He never left lasting marks or anything, but my butt did stings for hours afterward. He always calmed down before he spanked me and that sort of made me feel more nervous. I always knew that when he was calm and seemed at ease, punishment was soon to follow. I stooped over the sofa and rested my hands on the back part. Then I spread my legs slightly apart. My boxers were still on, but I knew Dad would drop them once he got over to me; he always did. I sort of enjoyed the moment when Dad exposed my ass to his view. But that feeling only lasted until Dad's belt strapped my ass the first time. "You Ready Son?' My Dad asked, walking over to me. My heart quickened a little. "Yes Sir" I said, my head leaned downward, not wanting to see what was coming. Then I heard the rattle of Dad's belt as he pulled it out of his pant loops; a sound I never liked hearing. The seconds crawled by like hours as if time were trying to aid in my punishment. I felt Dad's hands on the sides of my boxers and then he pulled them down far enough to expose my bare ass. "Count' em for me son," he said. Dad always made me count his licks so he could gauge what effect it was having. "Here it Comes" he said. I could see his arm move back out of the corner of my eye and...SMACK... "ONE SIR" I said loudly. I was determined he wasn't going to make me cry this time! (something I always thought). The pain was intense, my ass quickly felt the sting. I just went on a little adventure, I thought as I got my breath back and prepared for the second. SMACK..."TWO SIR" I said, jumping forward a little this time. Oh Damn, it hurt, but no tears yet. I won't, I won't cry, What was the big deal? I didn't get hurt or anything? I thought to myself, trying to justify my actions and clinching my teeth as the intensity increased. SMMACK..."Thhh rrr eee...Sir, I said starting to stutter; this one was harder and I felt the tears beginning to swell in my eyes. My ass started stinging even more and my teeth clenched tighter. But I held firmly to my resolve. I won't cry, I won't cry! I thought over and over. Maybe I should have asked him first. Maybe he'll only give me three... " SMMMACK...the next one came and I felt unprepared for it. I couldn't talk right away now, I knew it was getting to me and a tear slipped out and down my face as the sting invaded my thoughts of resistance. I took a breath "four sir," I said very weakly as a second tear rolled down my face; my hopes of not crying once again dashed. Why didn't I ask to go first, I knew I should have...but, my thought was quickly halted with the fifth swing. SSMMMAACCKK!! The last one was far worse than the other four combined (or it felt that way) and that was all it took as the floodgates opened and I sobbed, no holds barred. I felt truly sorry for what I had done and I knew I'd never do it again. Dad had fulfilled his obligation of punishment and knew I couldn't announce the fifth one. I felt him pull my boxers back up, and I just collapsed on the couch. I cried shamelessly, unconcerned with my composure and not afraid of having Dad see me like this. It was unavoidable. He took a seat beside me (as he usually did) and hugged me close to him. "I'm so sorry I had to do that son," he said softly. I hugged him back, and cried on his shoulder and apologized in a one long crying sob. "I'm.....sorry....Dad...I...won't.... do it .....again..., I'm so....sorry. I cried on his shoulder for a few minute and he comforted me, hugging me next to him and rubbing my back. "You had me real worried Champ," he said extra gently. "I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you. I love you so much," he said with heart felt sincerity, and I think he may have teard up a little too. I knew that he didn't want to spank me, but that he did it because he felt obligated to, in order for me to be more careful and not to make the same mistake again. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and hugged me harder. I realized at that moment just how much Dad cared for me and how much he must have worried about me when he started to call for me and I didn't answer. I didn't really think about my actions before I took them. By all accounts, he was right. I could have fallen or been attacked by coyotes. I learned a lesson that day, one that I still carry with me today and that was to think of the possible consequences of my actions, not only to me, but also to others. After I cried, I felt a whole lot better. Sometimes there is nothing better in the world than a good cry. It seems to drain all negative emotions out of you and makes you feel like you have settled a score or redeemed yourself in some way. As Dad sat closer to me, I starting feeling kind of turned on. I could smell his masculine scent and the warmth of his body next to mine. I had forgiven him for spanking me as soon as he hugged me, but now I was feeling like I needed to really make up with him and do what I had been meaning to do since we started playing around. In light of what had happened, I didn't know if he'd want to, but I decided to test the waters. I started by rubbing his shirt covered chest, as I lay against him. I focused on his nips, which were soft at that time. I ran my fingers over each one gently trying to get a response. Dad looked me in the eye, knew what I was thinking and kissed me, this time on the lips. He started very delicately with soft sweet kisses until gradually his tongue parted my lips. I of course reciprocated and was starting to feel the warm tingly feeling I got from his moist kiss. He rubbed my chest slowly all over and then slipped his hand underneath my tee-shirt and stroked my teen pecs. His warm touch felt so good over my tired and exhausted body. As he continued to kiss me, he moved his hands to my back and then up and rubbed my shoulders. I started caressing his firm stomach and moved around to his back also. Dad guided my to lie on the couch and pressed his body against mine. His soft gently kisses evolved to deeper passionate kisses. My manhood was already standing at full attention, as was his. I could feel his huge tool pressing against me through his jeans. As he lay on top of me, I moved my hands to the firm round mounds of his ass and started to squeeze them, feeling the solid flexing ovals. He seemed to enjoy it, as his hand went slowly to my towering inferno and fondled it gently through my pants. I grabbed the bottom of Dad's shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing his bare chest. His manly smell intensified and filled my senses, enticing me. He lifted me up and we switched places, Dad now lying back on the couch and I straddling him. Dad quickly pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my smooth chest. As I sat straddling his thighs, Dad stretched out his arms out behind his head exposing his two fuzzy thickets of underarm hair. They called to me and I gently nuzzled my nose under a hairy pit and took a deep breath. It smelled so erotic in my heated lust-filled state. The true scent of a man, not timid or weak, but bold and strong. I thought Dad would probably think I was acting odd, but he seemed to know I was enjoying him and cupped the back of my head in his hand and brought me closer. Instinctively I reacted by licking the hairy mound of manliness. I could smell and taste the acrid sweat that was harbored there. Dad started to growl in lust filled pleasure and rubbed the back of my head in his hand. I got more and more excited and moved from one pit to the other until I had savored all there was to savor. Then I licked my way down to his erect nipples and began to suck them greedily in my mouth. Dad jerked and let out a deep moan of appreciation. "Oh son, that feels so good," he said multiple times. Then we adjusted once again, Dad on top once again. He guided each arm upward and licked my delicate pits roughly and thoroughly. I felt like a dish he enjoyed. I let out a sigh. "Oh yeah, oh yeah Dad," in response to his tongue bath. After he had cleaned me, he also moved to my small round nipples and started to suck them off. It was an incredible sensation. I felt them being lathered up and then I felt Dad's teeth gently manipulating them. "Oh yeah! " I groaned in excitement. After a moment Dad relented, backed away and looked me squarely in the eyes. "Come on son," he said in a heavy, breathy voice, "It's time to pay off what you owe me." I knew he wasn't kidding. I noticed immediately that Dad has slipped into his aggressive male persona. He was no longer the loving father figure. Now he was the domineering male lover I longed for. The tone in his voice implied it, while exciting me. My cock twitched in hardness at every word and glance he gave me while in his assertive state. But more than that, it was a window to what both Dad and I wanted. Dad wanted to be the aggressor and liked the power and control it gave him. What better subject than his own son, who he already had complete control over in every other way. But as control aroused him, I wholeheartedly wanted to submit to his will. Dad was my rock, my protection. As my life now seemed out of control, due to the divorce and the move, Dad became the one element that grounded me and gave me something to cling too. Perhaps that's why we were so suited for one another. Whether it was wrong or not, one thing that was certain was that it worked and benefitted us both. The moment had come, I thought excitedly. I was now going to get a good taste of Dad's hot handle. As we entered the back of the trailer, my pressing bladder reminded me that I needed to take care of other business first. "Dad, I gotta pee," I said direly, waiting for his approval. "Alright boy," he said, giving his consent. I stood in front of the toilet and began to undo my belt, but Dad stepped behind me and brushed my hand away. Quickly he undid my belt, then undid my fly and zipped me down. He pulled my pants and boxers down with one quick motion. My hard cock flayed around for a moment until I felt his large hand grasp it firmly. "Squirt, Boy!" he said in a commanding tone as he aimed my tool in the pot. This was much harder than I thought it would be. I don't know why but when I have an erection it's really hard to piss. Naturally, with Dad's hand on my cock, I was at full attention! I strained for a few moments and then finally felt relief as I forced out a stream. Dad's hand remained enclosed around my dick until my full duty had been done. He waited for my follow-up squirt and then shook my hard organ vigorously. His moved his hand to the cock head and wiped it in his palm, causing it to swell momentarily. "My turn" he said to me. I stepped back and allowed him to get in front. He stood there for a moment as if thinking. "Come on Boy, Hurry Up!" he said. It took me a second before I realized he wanted me to give him a hand in return. I felt a little nervous as I reached around and undid his button and pulled down his jeans below his ass. I hadn't managed to get his boxers off as he had mine, so I reached gently inside to pull out his robust man rod. "Don't be afraid of it son," he said and grabbed my wrist and pushed my hand firmly against his semi-hard shaft. I grabbed it and released it from its' confines. I heard him grunt and then his stream exploded from his cock. I missed a little at first and had to adjust my aim. " Ahh," he said heartily as his bladder drained completely. I could tell he had held on to his watery load for quite some time. He pissed for nearly a minute before I felt his body tense up as he pushed his last few squirts out. "Shake it Good Boy," he said authoritatively. I zestfully shook his cock and a few remaining drops dashed out. "Clean it off Boy," he said rigidly. I was a little confused at this request. "What Sir?" I said curiously. He pulled me to his side and gently pushed me to my knees. His cock was dangling only inches from my face and he grabbed his shaft and rubbed it against my lips. "Clean it off Boy!" he said sternly with the look of lust in his eyes once again. "Open Up," he said impatiently. I opened my mouth slowly and immediately felt Dad lodge his cock between my virgin lips. Although I wanted nothing more than to suck Dad's cock, I was reluctant at first, scared of doing something wrong. "Don't be afraid son," Dad said, reading my mind. My heart pounded excitedly in anticipation. I cautiously licked his cock head with the tip of my tongue, getting a taste of him for the first time. It was a mixture of different tastes: salty and musty and yet a type of sweetness too. I slowly and meticulously licked the fleshy head and I could feel Dad pushing further into my mouth. I looked up and Dad stared down at me with a wild sexual look in his eyes. Then I felt his hands move to the back of my head as Dad impaled me further onto his thick rod. I had opened my mouth far wider by this point to accommodate him. "You're doing just fine, boy" Dad said moaning. His cock tasted splendid to me. I got braver, wanting to take him even deeper. I opened my mouth and throat wider than I thought possible and gorged myself on his large pole. I heard Dad give out another moan as he went deeper inside. "Oh yeah son, that feels sooo good!" he said in a deep and carnal voice. His added encouragement made me feel I was doing something right, so I continued to take him deeper inside. I did gag quite few times, but I didn't let that dissuade me. I persisted until I got better at sucking the long, thick shaft. His moans began to increase and his hips started to buck faster and faster until I could feel his big hairy balls slapping against my chin. His pubic brush was also beginning to tickle my nose as his shaft plunged into my throat. "Oh, Yeah, Oh Yeah!" he said over and over grunting in between thrusts, like an animal in heat. I was really getting into it and I could tell Dad was getting close as his breathing quickened. Then I felt his rod slip from my mouth. It was now a huge glistening log and for a moment I was amazed I had taken the majority of it down my young throat. "I'm not ready to give you my load yet boy. I've got some other things to teach you first," he said sternly and wiping his wet cock on the side of my face, as I looked up at him. What was he going to teach me? I wondered in growing anticipation. Dad stripped the clothes off of my body, leaving me standing naked in front of him. I reciprocated and began to undress him. He sat on the bed first and I kneeled in front of him to pull off his boots. Then I pulled the socks off his large white feet. He stood up and looked down at me as I pulled his pants and underwear down, using my shoulder for balance as he stepped out. It was quite a view, seeing Dad's cock and balls jutting out from his body, hanging just above my face. Dad pulled me up and told me to bend over the bed. For an instant the spanking position made me feel uncomfortable. "Don't move until I get back," he said strictly. He went to the kitchen grabbed a folding chair and placed it behind me. He went to his dresser and got the tube of lube and sat down as if he were going to examine me. "Let's get you warmed up," he said without hesitation. I leaned further over the bed, with my stomach half way on, and rested on my elbows. "Stick your ass up higher Boy," he said firmly and grabbed my balls from behind and lifted them up to guide me. I pushed my ass as high as I could. Then he clutched my ankles and spread my legs further apart with quick determination. I was feeling a little exposed by this position, but I knew not to question Dad. I did have an idea of what he was going to do as I felt his lubricated finger begin to massage my anus once again, this time enjoying the sensation. After a few minutes of his finger massage, my cock now hard, I felt his first finger enter. It hurt for an instant, but nothing to what it felt like this morning. After a few minutes, I enjoyed the feeling. He had started to move faster and faster and his intruding finger went deeper and deeper in and out of my virgin hole. Then he withdrew for a moment and I felt his thumb press my hole until it went in with more of a stretching motion. I lunged forward slightly from the feeling. A little pained at first but then it started feeling pretty good. Every time pressure was applied to my delicate hole, I could feel my cock throb in response. I looked down and noticed pre-cum starting to form on the head. I was simply amazed, as I'd never seen this happen before without touching myself. I felt his thumb withdraw and the finger returned. Shortly after that, a second finger begin to invade me. It hurt, but Dad took his time working it in with the other, until both were comfortably gliding in and out. He continued his finger invasion until another began to enter. I became a little panicked at first and tensed up. "Oh Dad, that hurts," I said as my face contorted in pain. "Just relax son, it'll only hurt for a few minutes," he said soothingly. I relaxed as best I could but the pain didn't subside quickly. He had to back off at first, returning to two fingers and then started very slowly with the third again. I know it must have taken half an hour to adjust and my cock was now soft from the uncomfortable feeling. But as he continued to work on me, the easier it became until I felt almost no pain.. "How's it feeling now son," he said gently looking at my face. "It feels better Dad," I said trying to sound confident. My legs and back were getting very tired though. Then Dad withdrew his fingers from me. "I guess it's time I make a man out of you, son," Dad said in complete seriousness. He slapped my ass gently and motioned for me to get fully on the bed and he followed. We sat for a moment, close together and Dad kissed me gently. The caring father figure had returned as Dad began to speak to me. "Son, I want to make love to you, like I made love to your mother," he said, seriously looking into my eyes. "But this is something you have to decided you want to do." I started to interject that of course I wanted too, but Dad stopped me, putting his finger to my lips. "Now listen to me son, until I'm finished," he said kindly. "I want you to understand that it's gonna hurt at lot at first. You might even bleed a little. I've tried to get you good and ready, but even with that, it's still gonna hurt. Once you get used to it, I think you'll love having me inside you, but before that, it's gonna be tough going and you've got to be ready for that. I told you before, I wasn't gonna make you do something you didn't want to do. So be honest with me and tell me if you want to try this." I wanted nothing more in the world to be with Dad. It had been the fantasy of nearly ever jack off session. Having Dad's manhood inside me would be the ultimate bond and I could think of nothing more in the world that I wanted. Even after considering his words, I knew I wanted him inside me, whether it hurt a lot or whether I bled, it didn't matter. I wanted Dad to make love to me no matter what happened. Just the image of Dad thrusting wildly into me stirred my cock and the reality that it could actually happen, made it an irresistible offer. Dad moved his finger from my lips awaiting an answer. I quickly responded. "I want to do it Dad, more than anything. It's what I've always wanted. Please make love to me Dad." Dad seemed startled by my quick response. "Are you sure Son?" he said, giving me another chance to think it overly carefully. "I don't want you to do it, just to make me happy. If you don't want to do it, we can wait. There's still plenty of other things we can do together," Dad said giving me a smile. I looked Dad in the eyes and smiled back. "Come on Dad, I want to! Please! Let's do it! Please!," I said pleading. I knew that would put him at ease. He leaned over and gave me a hot probing kiss and hugged me against him. "O.K. Son, you twisted my arm, well give it a try," he said chuckling a little. "But" he quickly interjected, "if you want to stop, just tell me and we will," he said in a concerned voice. "O.K. Dad," I said, thinking there was no way I would do that. (Little did I know). He got some pillows piled up at the end of the bed and guided my face onto them, my butt positioned upwards once again. "I'm going to start you out in this position because it's the least painful son. Once you feel good, we can try different positions, O.K?" "O.K. Dad, I can do it," I said, resolved to make this our best night ever. "If you feel you need to yell, just do it in the pillow. You're Uncles pretty close by and I'd hate to wake him, O.K." I knew it was going to hurt, but I thought my Dad was being a little over cautious. How bad could it be, I thought lightly, not thinking seriously about the pain. Sure the probing had hurt, but nothing that would make me yell out. Dad must think I'm a wimp or something. Ridiculous! I braced myself again on my elbows, ass high and my face now almost completely down. I felt Dad lube my ass again and I assumed he must have lubed his cock too. First I felt him rub his dick against my hole for almost a minute and then I felt his head enter me slowly. Nothing to it, I thought confidently. No pain in having his fleshy head in me. I felt Dad's hand on the top of my shoulder as he began to push further inside me. As his wide shaft began entering my stretching hole, pain began to surface. Oh Shit! I thought, surprised by the increasingly uncomfortable feeling, realizing for the first time that Dad was not just being cautious. As he slowly proceeded in further, my face flushed red and my teeth began to clench. The pain began to invade every thought until I finally pushed my face down hard into the pillow and let out a loud moan of pain. "You're doin' great, son," Dad whispered to me delicately. His words were of little comfort however as I tried to catch my breath. But I knew I just had to stick it out. I can do this I thought, trying to push the pain away. I want to do this more than anything, I kept saying in my mind over and over again. "Just one quick thrust son and the worst will be over, O.K?" I reluctantly nodded my head in approval. I felt Dad push the rest of his shaft all the way up. "OHH" I cried loudly in the pillow. I felt as if I'd been split in two. The pain exploded in my body. "OHHHH!" I cried again loudly in the pillow a few times. I was nearly at the threshold of calling it quits, now arguing with myself whether or not to stop this. I could feel my head get very hot and tears were trying to squeeze out of my tightly closed eyes. My teeth were still clenched firmly, my face contorted in pain as I grabbed the edges of a pillow tightly in my grasping hands. I tried to calm my breathing and redirect my attention in an effort to forget the pain. Dad didn't move at all, he just left his splitting shaft in place, waiting for me to adjust. It was then that I noticed Dad's stomach pressed against my ass and I knew he was now completely inside me. The thought started to turn me and helped me push the pain back for a moment. His body was in a semi-standing position on the bed and then he hunched over me, hugging my sides between his strong arms. I could feel his heat mingling with my own. "It's in Son; I'm so proud of you boy." He said lustily in my ear, then licking it around sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. My face was still pushed into the pillow but I had relented a little and finally came up for air. I didn't have the will to speak, still grasping for breath and trying to adjust, but I felt Dad pull his cock slowly out and ease it back in again. It still hurt a lot, make no mistake, but it was less than the first time. He continued to pull out and push in for a long while until I could feel his thrusts moving more rhythmically. Finally, after sometime, I lifted myself off the pillow and positioned myself on all fours. This must have been a signal to Dad that I was feeling better and I felt his humping begin to go quicken. Dad meanwhile wiped my tear and sweat stained face and kissed me gently on the cheek. "You feeling better son?" he said gently. "A little better, Dad," I said still trying to sound confident. In and out I felt him moving, still slowly, but with each additional thrust the pain became less acute. After a while I began to notice a numbing (but good) feeling in my crotch. I wanted to feel it more so I started to push back against Dad as his fucking continued. He took this as another cue and started moving faster and deeper until I could feel the mattress swaying with our motion. I grabbed onto the headboard to steady myself as Dad increased his speed.. "Oh yeah Son, now you're getting the hang of it." he said raising his tone a bit as he increased. "You're such a good boy," Dad said playfully. Then he held me up against his chest and began to fondle my nipples and rub my chest wildly. He licked up the side of my neck as his thrusts ensued. He then licked my ear again, which tickled at first, but I began to enjoy immensely. He kissed me harder on my face and licked my neck and bit lightly. I could tell Dad had once again given in to his aggressive nature. "You like Daddy's big cock don't you son," he said lustily in my ear. "Oh...Oh yeah...Dad..." I said getting more and more aroused. .He pinched my nipples harder and harder and we were both now bucking together quickly. Dad then reached around and started to grope my cock and balls in his rough callused hands. I started to feel his heavy nuts slapping against my ass and Dad's moans of ecstasy began to get louder. "Oh Yeah, Son! Oh Yeah! You're so Hot Baby!" he said as his pace increased. For the first time I was feeling a sense of true pleasure as his cock intruded further and further, my manhood becoming full and erect with his feeling hands. We continued for a few more minutes and then stopped abruptly. "I want to look into your eyes, when I give you my load son," he said breathing heavily. He turned me over on my back and placed a pillow under my ass. His body was now covered with sweat and caused the hair on his chest to become matted down and tangled. My body was sweaty too, mixed with my own and then his, as it dripped down onto me. The scent in the room reminded me of the locker room and sauna and it accentuated the experience further. Then I saw him enter me for the first time, the pain no longer an issue (well almost). His cock quickly slid into my warmed tunnel. I enjoyed the feeling now. Dad's arms were braced on either side of me and my legs were up around him resting on his lower back and bubble butt. We looked at each other intently as our mating continued. "I love you so much son," Dad said in his labored breath. "I love you too Dad,"I said in the rhythm to his thrusts. I looked down and could see Dad's big prick moving easily in and out of my hole as he continued to breed me. His chest was firm and solid and his stomach muscles flexed with each movement. He leaned down and kissed me deeply. The numbing sensation of earlier had returned and was now more intense as Dad's thrusts became deeper and faster. Oh, God, This is Amazing, I thought as a new more intense feeling of pleasure invaded my senses. Everything seemed to go into slow motion. Dad started grunting like a wild beast and fucking me harder and harder, faster and faster, each push forcing my body to jut backwards in response. The bed swayed back and forth violently as if possessed. The speed at which Dad was now hammering me seemed unhuman. I knew he was getting close to shooting his large load. "Are you ready for my cum, Boy!?" he asked demanding a response." "Yes Sir!" I shouted back, still being pummeled by his sweat drenched manly body. "Here it comes son!" he shouted again. "Oh! Oh! OH! OH! Ah! Uh! Oh God! OH GOD! FUCK YEAH! OOOOOOHHHHH!" Dad yelled louder than I had ever heard him yell before and I felt huge amounts of his sperm flood into me; squirt after squirt, his plowing cock continued shooting into my guts. His pace slowed but he continued screwing me, making sure I got every drop. Dad had grabbed my cock in his lubed hand and began jerking it furiously. Within seconds I shoot too. My ass clenched around his rod in response and forced him to stop his thrusting. A wave of total euphoria encompassed me. My eye's closed, my body tensed up and my head shot backwards as loads of boy juice shot out furiously and joyously like never before. "Oh Dad, OH DAD!! OH GOD!!!" I cried in total amazement and it was all I could say, dumbfounded by the most incredible and earthmoving feeling I have ever had, making every other sexual encounter dim by comparison. I shot over my head onto the headboard, then onto my own forehead and then onto my chest and stomach, like flying rockets, as Dad continued to jack me up and down relentlessly. I literally shook and shivered from the incredible release. Dad's hand slowed and pulled up gently as my last gush eased out and dripped slowly down my exhausted shaft. Dad looked me in the eyes, breathing hard, leaned down and gave me a grateful and loving kiss, which I happily returned. Dad then collapsed upon me, still inside, as we lay stuck together bonded by our sweat and cum smeared bodies. Our chests rising and falling quickly as we lay trying to catch our breath. We were both unable to speak for quite some time. A while later, Dad finally spoke. "Son, I... can't even tell you how incredible..." Dad was clearly at a loss for words. I could tell he was as amazed by the experience as I was. The look in his eyes was now one of total satisfaction and wonder. I felt so good at that moment, not only because it had been the most amazing thing for me, but also because I had pleased Dad beyond words and that meant so much. "Dad, I Love You," was all I said back. I gave him a gentle kiss on his lips and he kissed me back tenderly and then whispered in my ear "I Love you too, young Man." I smiled broadly in return. I felt like a man now, truly for the first time in my life. We both lay facing each other, bodies intertwined, kissing, whispering and softly laughing together for quite some time. Eventually both our exhausted bodies gave out and we drifted in a blissful and warm slumber, embraced in each other's arms. That night with my Dad changed my life forever. The intimacy I shared with him had given me incredible strength. I was no longer a frightened child grasping onto my childhood as I would a security blanket. I had let it go, off across an ocean and out of my life forever. I was now in a New World, a World among men, experiencing the complexities and sharing in the pleasures of men. As I lay drifting to sleep, the last thoughts that passed through my mind were words from a dream... "This is where I belong." "This Is Where I have to be." My Vacation to Manhood, a destination from which I could never return. I hope you enjoyed the series, please let me know if you did. Please look for my next series: "Extreme Measures" coming real soon! Thanks again to everyone who wrote to me! Salvin greensalvin@yahoo.com