Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2022 11:55:03 -0600 From: Nasty Slut Subject: My son becomes my sex toy Please donate to Nifty so that we can all continue to enjoy each other's perversions!! All the usual disclaimers apply about not reading this if it's illegal and all that shit. This story contains sex between men and boys. It also contains incest and will have other things such as kink, light drug usage, and other things that are not vanilla. If any of this is offensive to you, I suggest you stop reading. If you enjoy this, let me know. Kind words are always appreciated. ______________________________________________ My truck bounced down the dirt road, sending vibrations through my cock, helping to keep it semi erect in my shorts. Not that it needed much help as I looked across at my son. His lean, shirtless, 13 year old body was more than enough to keep my dicks interest. I was driving my old 87 Ford truck with the broken air conditioner. I liked this truck, almost better than my fancy new one. It just felt more rugged, manly. And since we were heading deep into the woods for our camping trip, manly was what it was all about. My son stared out the window, probably a bit bored since he couldn't really use his phone. We kept going in and out of reception area. But that was ok, it was good he wouldn't have access to electronic devices. After all, this trip was all about us. Me and him, alone, together. And most importantly, it was about breaking him into my world of sex. Nasty, tawdry, sleazy, perverted sex. We had a long tradition in our family of turning our son's into our personal sex toys. My great grandfather did it to his sons, my grandpa did it to his sons, and my dad did it to his sons, my brother and I. A long, proud, twisted family tradition. We were one big happy incestual family. And now it was my sons turn to be initiated. We always waited until they were 13. That was the perfect age. By then, puberty had set in, and the hormones were raging away. The best time to turn a young man into a wanton little slut. And a camping trip was the best way to do it. Alone, secluded, and no distractions. And we had the best place for it. Our family owned two hundred acres of premium mountain property. We even had our own private lake. There was a cabin on the property, nothing fancy, but large. It was perfect for the men of the family to get together for our fun getaways. But for the initiation, good old tent camping was the best. Having only a tent to share insured we'd be spending a lot of time together, very closely. And we had all the time we needed. Mark, he no longer wanted to be called Marky and hadn't for several years, was with me for the entire summer. His mom and I were divorced. We shared custody of our two boys, my other son Sam was 10, but she was more than happy to let Mark spend the whole summer with me. And since I was a high school teacher, I had the whole summer to be with Mark. I turned onto the final road, the road that would take us to our private property. We were 15 miles from the nearest town. Very far from private eyes, but close enough to run for supplies as needed. 2 more miles and I turned onto the trail that led to the perfect spot right next to our lake. A couple hundred more yards, and there we were. I got out of the truck and stretched, getting a whiff of my own odor wafting from my hairy pits. I loved the smell of myself and my dick jumped a little. "Alright boy." I said to my son as I removed my shorts. "Let's get camp set up." Mark's eyes grew wide as he watched me strip to just my jockstrap and boots. He's seen me in my underwear all the time, but it's been years since he's seen my hairy ass. He just stared at it a bit, probably wondering if that's what his ass was going to look like. I caught his gaze and he looked away, embarrassed. "No need to be embarrassed son." I assured him. "There's nothing wrong with checking out another man's body. It's perfectly natural. Especially at your age." "I'm not embarrassed dad." He insisted, even though the red flush to his face told a different story. And what a cute face it was. Still so angelic looking with large, dark brown eyes framed with thick, dark lashes. A large nose with a slight bump in the middle. Cheeks that had an eternal deep rose color to them, even when he wasn't blushing. And plump, full, red lips. My dick tingled thinking how beautiful those lips were going to look wrapped around my big cock. It was topped off with shaggy dark brown hair that liked to flop in his eyes. "I've seen naked men before." He continued. "Sometimes the coaches will shower with us after practice." I'll bet those pervs do, I thought to myself, wondering how they didn't get hard being around those naked middle school boys. I know I'd get hard. I myself was an assistant coach at the high school I taught at. I never showered with the boys because I was always scared I'd get hard, but I always watched them from my vantage point in the office. Their young, pure flesh and developing bodies. And I sometimes wondered about Coach Miller, Mark's coach. Something about him struck me as off. My mind wandered a bit thinking about using my son to seduce the coach. But all in good time. "Well, take your shorts off too." I told him. "We're men in the outdoors. And nothing's better than being naked outdoors. Even if you still wear a jockstrap. Gotta keep the junk protected while we get set up camp you know." I lied. I kept the jock on so my son wouldn't see my cock getting hard. At least not yet. "Well, um," he started, "I'm not wearing a jock right now." He said almost sheepishly. "No problem." I said as I rummaged through my backpack in the back of the truck. A bag filled with all kinds of goodies for our trip. "Here, I made sure to bring one for you." I tossed it to him. "Slip it on. It feels amazing to have the sun on your whole body and the breeze across your ass cheeks. Mark just kind of giggled a bit and turned his back to me as he pulled his shorts and boxers down. He stepped into the jock and unknowingly gave me a show in the process. His still hairless cheeks glowed a bright white in the sunshine, and I got a brief glimpse of his little pink pucker. Then he stood up and smiled. "Your right dad. It does feel pretty good." He said as he stretched, giving me a quick view of the dark hair that was starting to grow in his pits. It also gave me a nice view of his young bulge in his pouch. I was glad I wasn't raising my boys to be embarrassed about their developing bodies. "Just one thing." I said, grabbing some sunscreen. "Don't want to get burnt. That's no fun. Here, get your front and I'll help you get your back." I said, squeezing some into his hand. He started rubbing it into his chest and arms as I started on his back. My dick did a double twitch as I started rubbing the creamy flesh of his back and breathed in his sweet teenage funk. It had been years since I had touched him like this. I realized he'd had a recent growth spurt as he now stood about 5'7" to my 6'2". My heart beat faster as I knelt down and continued to rub him. I started rubbing lotion into his ass cheeks, and he started to say something, but I quickly interrupted him. "It's all good dude. There's nothing wrong with a man helping out another man." I think it made him happy that I was calling him a man, and he didn't say a word as I continued rubbing his young body. I was rubbing his thighs, his young, strong thighs, my face inches from his ass. I was almost dizzy from the smell that emanated from him. The smell of hormones and ass. I finished up with his lower legs that already had a nice covering of fuzzy dark hair on them. I was actually bummed when I finished. "Ok, my turn." I said, handing him the tube. He didn't say a word as he started rubbing the lotion on my back. My skin felt like it was on fire as his young hand roamed over my slightly hairy back. Yea, I'm a pretty hairy beast, like all the men in my family, and at 33, was still getting harrier as I got older. I still had my college jock body for the most part, but was definitely starting to get thicker like all us Stanley men did. One day, I'd probably be a barrel chested bear like my dad. I have no idea what was going through Mark's mind as he continued with the lotion, but my dick was straining in it's pouch as he knelt behind me, his face practically in my hairy ass crack. He rubbed my cheeks and continued down my thick thighs and strong calves. Sadly, he eventually finished. "Alright boy. Let's get camp set up." I stated as I turned toward him. I didn't even bother to hide the fact that my cock was straining in its pouch. Mark just stared at it for a moment before looking away, flushing red again. I couldn't help but notice his own pouch bulged larger than it was previously. The next couple hours flew by as we got everything set up and gathered a huge pile of wood. Mark was trying to be discreet about checking out my body, but I could tell he was. And I did my best to expose it to him. I taught Mark how to split logs and we took turns with the ax, working up a lot of sweat between us. Finally, we sat down in the camp chairs. I reached into the cooler and grabbed two beers, handing one to my son. "Really dad? A beer?" He asked grinning, not even having an inkling that beer was going to be the most innocent part of this trip. "Of course son, just don't ever say anything to your mother. In fact, don't say anything about this trip to your mother." I advised him. "You see, men have secrets. And real men keep them. Men never tell what goes on between them. And this is the trip where you become a man." "Really?" He asked again, his naive innocence shining through. "You bet buddy." I replied. "You know in the Jewish religion when a boy turns 13, they have a big celebration called a bar mitzvah which marks his transition into manhood. Well, this trip is all about me teaching you what it means to be a man in our family." He just grinned as he took a big swig of the beer. I had a feeling this wasn't his first one. "Hey, go easy on that!" I warned him. We sat there in silence for a few, enjoying our cold beers and watching the fire. Even though it was still hot out, and far from getting dark, you just can't sit around a campsite without a fire. After a few minutes, I raised up my arm and turned my nose into my hairy pit and took a big whiff. "What are you doing dad?" Mark asked me. "Enjoying my scent." I sighed. "What? Your scent? It's b.o. dad." "Here's your first real man lesson son." I continued. "Real men secretly enjoy the smell of their own bodies. They don't openly talk about it, but they do. You know why men wear deodorant?" He just shook his head no. "Because of women. Women make men wear deodorant. If we could have our way, we'd never wear it." I accentuated my point by giving myself another good, long smell followed by a low, satisfied moan. "Go ahead, give yourself a sniff." I encouraged him. He kind of sheepishly raised his arm, giving me a clear view of his pit. At 13, he had a very healthy growth of dark hair under there. He turned his head into it and took a deep whiff. "What do you think?" I asked. "It's stinky." He said, wrinkling up his nose. "It's supposed to be." I laughed. "That's man smell. Stinky and natural. Do it some more." I watched as my son took several more huffs of his puberty crazed pits. His face slowly changed from one of disgust to one of pleasure as the pig part of his brain was getting unlocked for the very first time. He was going to be a natural. "What do you think now?" I asked him. "I kinda like it." He said, lightly giggling. "Of course you do my boy." I said. "It's intoxicating, isn't it? Here, let me smell." I said as I leaned over into him. He didn't say a word as I buried my nose into his pit and started inhaling deeply. The heavenly smell made me dizzy as I breathed deep over and over. The puberty hormones added an extra level to the natural sweat and I eventually had to pull away before I passed out from ecstacy. "Here, smell mine." I said as I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into my hairy pit. He didn't resist at all as I held his head tight against me. He just obediently breathed my smell in deeply, letting out soft little moans as he exhaled. I knew he was hooked. "Ok." I said as I pulled him away, but not before noticing the look of pure bliss that was on his face. "I think we need to cool off a bit." I said as I pulled off my boots, laughing as I stood up and started running toward the lake. I pulled my jockstrap off on the beach, hoping he didn't see my hardon as I shouted, "Real men skinny dip!" before diving into the cool water. I surfaced just in time to see Mark diving into the water near me, catching a glimpse of his own hardon. We spent the next 20 minutes or so splashing and horsing around, trying to dunk each other. I would get shivers in my body every time I made any contact with his genitals. Finally, I decided we should head back to the campfire. "I guess we should have grabbed towels." He said as he stood there dripping. "Nonsense. We'll drip dry." I said as I admired my teenage son fully naked for the first time. His pubes were already quite bushy, and his cock was about two inches soft, nestled over a pair of cute still little boy balls. I noticed he was staring at my own cock which hung down about 5 inches soft setting on top of a pair of big, hairy low hangers. He caught me looking at him looking at me and he instantly blushed again and seemed flustered. "It's ok son. It's ok to look. All guys do." I reminded him. "Guys always check each other's dick out. Helps establish the Alphas." He just kinda laughed as we walked back to the fire. He started to put his jock back on, but I stopped him. "Remember how good I said it felt to be naked outdoors? Well, we don't need our jocks anymore. Just relax and enjoy the freedom." I said as I handed him a fresh cold beer. He just looked at me as I nodded and smiled. We settled back into our chairs and sipped our beers. I really enjoyed seeing him stretched out, his fuzzy legs giving way to his growing feet. Mmmmm, his feet. They were so pretty, I could only imagine how good they smelled. I didn't even realize my own cock had grown hard again until Mark shifted uncomfortably in his chair and that snapped me back to reality. I noticed he was trying to hide his cock, which as I could only assume, had also gotten hard and he was embarrassed. I decided to not even be coy about it. "You got an erection?" I asked bluntly. He didn't really answer, he just sheepishly mumbled to himself and tried harder to hide himself. "It's ok buddy." I gently laughed. "It's perfectly normal. Especially being 13. I bet you get like 30 of them a day." He just blushed a deep red again. "It's fine." I reassured him. "It happens to all guys. Look at me, I got one right now too!" I held my cock straight up so he could get a good look at it. He looked over shyly, his hair falling in his eyes, making him look adorable. "C'mon, let me see yours. Don't be embarrassed." "But," he whispered, "but it's not very big." "Of course it's not very big." I said soothingly. "You're only 13. Mine wasn't very big either when I was your age, and look at it now!" I said proudly, showing him my full 9 inches. "Let's see it. Men should never be ashamed of their cocks." He looked down as he slowly moved his hands away, revealing a beautiful teenage boner. "That's a nice looking dick son." I reassured him more. "But, so many guys in the locker room have bigger dicks than me." He said dejectedly. "And I bet a lot have smaller ones to. There's a phrase, grower not a shower, and that's true for most guys. That just means when they're soft, they're not that big, but then they get hard and it's perfectly normal. How big is yours? You ever measured it?" I asked. "Um, no." He said quietly. "Well let's change that." I said, standing up, giving him an up close view of my cock standing straight up with my big balls swinging below. I walked over to the truck and opened the toolbox, grabbing the tape measure. I returned and sat down. "I'll go first to show you how to do it. You need to give your cock a few strokes and make sure you're as hard as possible." I watched my son as his eyes were glued to my dick. "Then, you push the end of the tape into your pubes, then measure along the top. See? Mine is juuuuust barely over 9 inches. Now you." I said, handing him the measuring tape. I watched as my son gave his hard young penis a few strokes, and my mouth instantly filled with saliva. He carefully pushed the end into his pubes and pulled the tape. I leaned in so I could get a good look at what is said on the tape. "Look at that." I said proudly. "Almost 5 inches already!" "Is that good?" He asked earnestly. "Good? Buddy that's great! That's almost a man sized dick already! I've know full grown adults with smaller dicks than that." He beamed with pride as I praised his dick. "So how often you jerk off a day?" I inquired. "Um....well..." He turned sheepish again. I just pressed on. "Don't be embarrassed. Masturbation is the most natural, healthy thing in the world. Everybody does it. I know you've been jerking off for at least a year. You're not as good at hiding it as you think you are." I teased him, tousling his hair. "When I was 13, I was doing it sometimes 5, 6 times a day. I couldn't get enough." "Well, yea." He kind of laughed. "I do it that much." Like father like son, I thought. Especially if he inherited the family trait of hyperspermia. All us Stanley boys shared that particular oddity. We came literally in buckets and had super high sex drives. Even now at 33, I jerk off at least 3 times a day. "Hey." I said. "Let's jerk off now. I know I could use it, and I know you really need to." "Like together?" He asked incredulously. "Sure. It's one of those secret things men do together." He just smiled at being indoctrinated into another secret man ritual. He grabbed his dick and started stroking. "Hang on there a sec buddy." I said, reaching into my backpack, grabbing a bottle of lube. "Try this." I said as I squirted some right onto his dick and then my own. He wrapped his hands around his pole and started stroking again, letting out a surprised gasp. "Oh fuck that's amazing. Why didn't I think of this before?" He groaned before realizing what he said. "I'm sorry dad. I didn't mean to say the f word." He apologized as a panicked look spread across his face. "Don't worry buddy." I laughed. "You can say anything you want around me. Another man secret." He just smiled a big smile and returned to whacking himself. Besides, I thought to myself, you're going to be saying much worse pretty soon. With being 13, I knew it wouldn't take long before he'd be shooting his boy juice everywhere. And I was right. In no time at all his body went ridgid and his toes curled as he threw his head back, his mouth open like a fish. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." He cried out. "Oh fuuuuuuuck." He yelled as he shot off like a rocket. It was amazing! The first two shots fired over his head, the next couple splattered all over his face with the rest generously coating his chest and stomach. By the time he finished, he looked like a two dollar boy whore. I couldn't hold off after witnessing that show, and the second my boy turned his cum covered face toward me and looked at me with those big, brown eyes, I fired my own copious round of cum. My first two shots nailed my face with the rest drenching my chest and stomach, clinging to my hair. We both just sat there panting and looking into each other's eyes.