Date: Thu, 10 Jun 2004 18:49:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: wooflix@yahoo.com
Subject: Men's retreat

Warning: This is a fictional story about sex between
men and teens. Safe sex is not an issue in a story, so
forget the condoms! If Gay sex offends you - they get
the hell out of the Gay Story section of Nifty!

Daddy's Boy

Hi! I'm Steve - Gay 21 year old college guy. I was
brought up down in South Carolina, and as you know
it's real Republican Bible belt down that way. But the
men sure do like to play around, if you know what I
mean.

When I was about 14, My dad told me it was time for me
to join him at the Men's Retreat at the Church
Campground that he's always gone to alone. Wow! I
couldn't wait - it was such a mystery, as the Men and
younger guys never talk any details about what
happens, besides the usual church stuff, as it turns
out was a cover. You had to be 14, unless you were a
really masculine hairy guy at 13, then an exception
would be made.

So, the day arrived when Dad and I would pack up the
Blazer, and head off into the countryside to camp. We
had all the equipment loaded, and waved bye to Mom on
the way up the road. "Have a great time!" she yelled
after us.

It took a couple of hours to get to the camp, in a
very rural setting up in the highlands of South
Carolina. It was a pretty warm early summer day, and
Dad and I had already peeled of our t shirts and were
listening to an old classic rock station.

"Son, I need to talk to you about the Retreat before
we get there. The primary reason the men get away for
this weekend every year is to teach what we know about
sex to the young guys. We keep it quiet so it doesn't
become a scandal and embarass the church. This is to
teach about loving, and we believe that the love among
men is important, only inferior to sex with women. We
believe that young men are misled because they aren't
taught about sex properly, and to be a good productive
citizen you need a good start in life - finish high
school, college, and get a stable job that can support
a family. Thing is, sometimes boys do less than they
could cause they leave the path and get a girl
pregnant. We don't want that to happen to our sons, so
that is what this weekend is about."

I was floored. I didn't know WHAT to say to that. My
Dad is an early 30's hunk - he grins every time he is
asked "Are you that baseball player that hit all those
home runs??" and we rib him about often about it! My
hair is more blond than his darkish red hair and
goatee, but I have the same grin, people tell me.
Funny thing about the two of us, we grin when
embarassed.

"Dad, do I have to do anything I don't want to?" I
couldn't suppress my grin when I asked.

"No, son. Nobody will force you to do anything that
makes you uncomfortable. You can just watch if you
like, and if someone touches you and you don't like it
- just say "No thank you" and they will leave you
alone. Anyone who violates this is escorted out of the
camp. So you will be quite safe with or without me
present, buddy." He held out his hand for a high-five,
and I knew it would be okay. I had always looked up to
my dad.

We pulled up to the front gate, which was steel
re-inforced and a high brick fence went a quarter mile
each way to form and enclosure. Dad hit the buzzer box
and announced us, and the gate swung open and we
slowly drove about 500 yards and took an empty parking
spot. This was not the crummy old camp from the old
bugjuice days, this was worthy of being called a
resort. There were numerous large cabins around the
main building, which was pretty large.

"Grab your gear son, and we'll toss it in our cabin,
and then I'll show you around." We walked about 50
yards to Cabin A-3, and opened the door. It was not
locked, so we walked in and noted the keys to lock the
door on the small table next to the door. There was a
couch, coffee table, easy chair sitting on a round
braided rug. A small kitchette was built into a small
cubby hole, and behind a curtain was a queen sized
bed. There was no bathroom, so it was a good thing
there were two flashlights on the table with the keys.
We wouldn't need those for hours yet, since it didn't
get dark until about 830pm.

"Okay, ground rule 1 is that you can wear your workout
shorts with pockets during the day, but when the sun
goes down, you can only wear that little bag hanging
there to hold things, like one of the small
flashlights. You can also take your towel with you,
but you only get one towel, so if you get it all wet
and dirty, you will have to wash it in the washing
room yourself. If you lose it, you find it."

"Dad, I'm a little creeped out by this - why didn't
you tell me before we were on the way here ?" "Son,
it's an experience, so there was not much I could tell
you, cause I wouldn't want to interfere with your
sexual education," he said.

"Now, get your clothes off - I want to show you
around. We're the first ones here, so you can give
everything the once over before it gets crowded."

We got undressed, and I put my towel on with the waist
carrybag on top of it. I'm average for a 14 year old I
think - I'm about 5" hard, got some hair in my crotch
and my pits, but still pretty smooth. Dad says its
cause we have alot of irish blood, so we burn and
don't have alot of hair.

Dad got naked, and dressed as I had and we looked a
little silly, like beach towel kilts in sandals.
Except that Dad filled his towel out alot better than
I do. I hardly ever saw him naked, so this was the
longest look I had ever gotten of my dad's hot body.
There was a golden tan to him that set off his red
hair nicely, and he had a light dusting of hair on his
beautiful chest - it was not a body builder chest,
just a nice set of natural working man's pecs. he had
a nice reddish trail of hair to his crotch, which was
thick with hair, two ping pong ball sized nuts, and a
nice thick dong that looked about 7 inches soft, but
thick. Add muscular arms from curls, a nice muscular
ass, and great looking muscular defined thighs and
calves from his daily running, and you get the picture
of my dad. Hot, huh?

We headed out, and dad handed me a key on a lanyard to
either wear or put in the bag. I put it in the bag, as
I didn't want to wear the thing around my neck.

We headed down the soft pebble path to the main
building, and saw the metal sign on the outside of the
door detailing the location of various features -
Sauna in the side building, hottubs on the back deck
and basement level, massage room on the top floor, and
swimming pool outside behind the building in the new
solarium. The Main floor was the assembly room, mess
hall, and a kitchen was at one end. of the building.

We opened the door, and heard talking and laughing
coming from the kitchen counter area, and moved over
to the small group of men, in their 20s all the way to
their 40's. Dad said hello to the group warmly,
received a few hugs from the men, and proudly
introduced me as his best buddy. My dad was ALWAYS
well liked, so I had instant friends just by being his
son. We stood around and talked about sports for a few
minutes, and then Dad said it was time to continue the
tour. The men all shook my hand politely, and off we
went for the stairwell. Those guys were all handsome
looking guys of various shapes and sizes, but neither
skinny nor fat, mostly average to chunky or muscular.
I couldn't tell you what they said about sports, as I
was too busy with darting eyes.

Dad took me up and showed me the Massage room, and
then all round the rest of the complex, and then to
the pool. We found a couple of chairs, and laid in the
sun for a while. I decided to go look at the hottub,
and Dad said he wanted some more sun, but to have fun
and be back to the cabin at dark. I decided I'd had
enough sun, so I ventured on down to the basement to
enjoy that hot tub. It was more like a grotto, with
smoked glass for one wall, so you could enter from the
outside of the building, too. It was for year round
use, and was a good way to relax without the risk of a
sunburn.

I took the towel and bag off, and took off the
sandals, and climbed down into the large tub that
could probably hold 18 people. It even had a small
waterfall, and was really cool. There was some kind of
music playing in the background of the room, very soft
but relaxing. I was enjoying some private time to
think, when I heard footsteps coming across the path
outside. The door opened, and a hairy, bearded man of
about 30 came in the room, smiled and said "Hey, I'm
Todd. Mind if I join you?"

"Um, no." I moved down deeper into the water, and he
settled in next to me. He was a hot man, and had
beautiful white teeth, full lips, and a warm, friendly
laugh. We talked about ourselves a bit, my family and
school, and he told me he was ex-navy and about his
trips. We talked about computers too, which he knew
alot about - my dad can't talk about stuff like this
guy can when it comes to software stuff. As we sat in
the tub, Todd got kinda friendly, rubbing my feet and
calves while we talked. He had me nice and relaxed,
and I wasn't scared at all.

I suddenly noticed that his dick has gotten pretty
hard, and he noticed that I noticed and gave me a big
smile. He said he wasn't married now, had just broken
up after 8 years, and was pretty lonely and wanted to
make friends. He moved a little closer, and asked if
he could touch my dick.
He was already stroking his cock, and it was about as
big as my dad's when soft. He seemed really sweet, so
I said ok, and when he reached towards mine, I reached
towards his. The next thing I knew, we made eye
contact, and kissed. First softly, then more urgently,
tongues battling for supremacy in our mouths. He
stopped jacking his own cock, and started sucking my
nipples while I took over jacking my cock, something I
had been doing on my own for about 6 monthes. Todd
started to finger my ass a little bit while I jacked
furiously, and I loudly exploded cum into the air -
and he gave me one last deep kiss, while I felt like
jello and recovered.

We slowed the kiss down to light kisses, and then he
sat next to me, and put his arm around me. "You okay?"
he said, as he caught his breath and smiled that sweet
smile. "Yeah," I gasped also cathcing my breath, as it
was one hell of a kiss. "You are a hot dude, man!" I
exclaimed to his amusement. He pulled me closer to his
side, and we played with each other's hard cocks, and
he explained the camp rules.

You slept with your own dad at night, you followed the
schedule on the bulletin board (each cabin had it's
own small copy of the schedule stapled to the inside
of the door) and have fun. He also said most of the
fun is at night, so to enjoy the retreat and to have
fun. He cracked a couple of jokes, then said he had to
go get out front and greet the other guests. He
toweled off, and I got out of the hottub as well, and
decided to find Dad.

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