Date: Thu, 4 Jun 2015 09:42:08 -0400
From: Paul Thorsen <thorsearches@gmail.com>
Subject: 4X4 Dad and Son

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--- 4X4 Dad and Son ---

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The temperature must've been in the mid-90s the afternoon I headed up the
coast in my Jeep.  My destination was an uninhabited and desolate wildlife
preserve on the ocean which allowed off-road vehicles into the park for
bird watching, fishing, swimming and other beach-related activities during
the late spring through fall months.  Needing a break from the crowded
vacation island on which I lived, I looked forward to the quiet and
solitude I would find at the isolated end of the preserve where only 4X4
transport could venture.  I also hoped I might catch a glimpse -- or more
-- of nude sunbathers who went up there for all-over tanning and privacy.
On the off chance I might come across some nudists during that slow midweek
day, I brought along my binoculars as well as water and a blanket to lay in
the bed of my Jeep.

Slowing the Jeep down as I arrived at the end of the pavement where the
trail continues on sand, I was conscious of the blazing heat and humidity
while reaching down to shift the gearing into 4-wheel drive.  That moment
of transference from on-road to off-road driving always gave me a pulse of
excitement, particularly when venturing into this park where I rarely saw
another soul other than a fisherman or an occasional nudist.  I felt an
urge of sexual energy as the wheels of the Jeep dug into the soft sand,
making a quiet whirring noise as the vehicle gently rolled in a tilting
back and forth motion as I made my way up the beach.  This rare day off
during the midweek gave me a much-needed break from work, and also made me
horny with thoughts of the possibilities the day might hold.

About a mile up the coast, I slowed the Jeep to a stop so I could strip off
my clothes and enjoy the intense midsummer sun that beat down on my
shoulders.  I'd taken off the Jeep's top and doors so I could take
advantage of the welcome air that blew through the cab and provided relief
from the sweltering heat.  Having seen only one lone fisherman over the
last mile, I correctly suspected I wouldn't run into anyone else during the
next eight miles as I drove along the shore toward my intended destination
at the end of the island.  Few people ventured up that far because the high
tide cut off the narrow beach and made the area inaccessible until the tide
ebbed.  I liked it up there because I could enjoy being alone without
having to worry about sightseers or park rangers if I chose to swim or lay
out nude.

Stepping out of the Jeep, I appreciated the breeze across my back and chest
as I stripped off my t-shirt and stepped out of my sandals.  After I
unbuttoned and shucked off my cargo shorts and briefs, I reached down into
the floorboards for my black speedo, which I liked to wear while driving on
the beach because it was the closest thing to nude I could get while still
being legal.  My cock began to swell as I adjusted my nuts and slid the
speedo up over my hairy tanned thighs and butt, as I always felt a sexual
sensation whenever I went naked or nearly naked on the beach.

Hopping back into the Jeep, I shifted back into first to make my forty-five
minute trek up the coastline, knowing it would be slow going in the dry
powdery sand.  The rest of the journey was uneventful as I neared the end
of the preserve, driving with one hand on the wheel and the other resting
on the mound created by my cock and balls in my tight speedo.  Rounding the
last bend along the shore, I noticed another vehicle on the beach about a
half mile up the coast.  My foot immediately came off the accelerator and I
put the transmission in neutral to coast to a stop.  The vehicle up ahead
was only a black dot on the horizon as a result of its distance from me and
the rippling heat waves caused by the humidity in the air, so I reached
down beside my seat and grabbed my binoculars to check out who or what lay
up ahead.

Raising the binoculars, I adjusted the focus to infinity in order to make
out the figure of what appeared to be a male body standing between his
parked vehicle and the ocean.  I'd need to drive on another hundred yards
or so to get a clearer view through the binoculars, so I put the Jeep back
in first and slowly crept up the coast to avoid catching the attention of
whoever it was up ahead.  Stopping again, I peered into the scope to see a
man about my age, thirty-five or so, in bathing trunks.  At his feet sat a
young boy, who was playing in the sand.  The boy had obviously been
swimming because his wet white skin glistened in the afternoon sun.
Completely smooth skinned, his short sandy-blonde hair clung to his skull
as it was evident he had just gotten out of the water and had now turned
his attention to his plastic bucket, shovel, and sandcastle structure.

About that time the man who I guessed to be his father noticed my vehicle
down the coast, and I saw him turn toward his truck and get out his own
pair of binoculars.  Not wanting to be caught spying, I put mine down
between the seats to provide the impression that I was merely another
four-wheeler enjoying the isolation and afternoon sun.  In truth, it gave
me a shudder of excitement knowing I was the one now being watched, and my
mind began to turn with erotic and exhibitionist ideas.  The dude up ahead
had a well-muscled and finely tuned body, more developed than my own, and
since I knew he was now checking me out with his own scope I decided to
take the opportunity to set the brake and hop out of the Jeep, pretending
to check the tires.  Clad only in my speedo, I went from back to front,
stooping down in a mock examination of each wheel.  As I crossed in front
of my vehicle in full potential view of the dude up the coast, I knelt down
as I looked at the last tire with my ass in his direction, and then stood
up and hopped back into the Jeep.  Now it was my turn to grab my binoculars
and see if there was any reaction.

Just as I was bringing the scope back into focus on the man, I saw he had
just finished sliding off his swimming trunks and was picking up a towel to
dry himself off.  It seemed my ploy of displaying my lack of conservative
swimwear had prompted him to get comfortable also.  A surge of excitement
raced through me as I watched him standing by his truck without his
trunks.  He moved his towel across his biceps and over his chest as he
dried off, turning like I did with his ample man-ass facing down the coast
toward me.  "What was up?" I wondered, as I felt my cock begin to harden at
the sight of this hot dude toweling off his muscular tan body, and more yet
as he stood naked near his young son.  My heart raced and my breathing
increased as I contemplated what lay up ahead.  I knew I would have to pass
by them one way or another to get to the end of the island, so I released
the brake and put the Jeep back into gear as I continued to proceed,
planning whether or not to merely nod my head as I went by or if I would
stop and try to make some small talk about the nice day and hot weather.

Reaching the pair after what seemed an eternity of slow driving, I held my
hand up off the steering wheel in a wave of respectful recognition, slowing
the vehicle down to a crawl as I began to pass between them and the beach.
The young boy by now was standing next to his dad at the tailgate of their
truck, and the man was drying him off with a towel.  I said "howdy" as I
let the Jeep coast to a stop, and the man tilted his head up with a nod in
return.  "This dude has an incredible build," I thought as I discreetly
admired his bulging biceps and chopped stomach.  Sure enough, he was about
mid-thirties in age and clearly a military man.  His high-and-tight haircut
gleamed with sweat as he continued toweling off his son.  His serious,
steel-blue and piercing eyes focused on his task as I decided to try to
make conversation.

"Beautiful day out," I said as a test to see if I should merely mention the
weather and keep rolling, or if the guy might want to talk.

"Hot as a hellified motherfucker if you ask me," the dude responded without
any evident concern for swearing in front of his boy.  The U.S. Marine
tattoo on his upper left arm confirmed my suspicion about his military
background, though at that point I didn't need the confirmation.  His level
and plumb haircut coupled with his clean-shaven and square-jawed face told
me I was dealing with an alpha-male personality no matter what branch of
service he belonged.  He hadn't shaved for about two or three days and his
dark blonde beard growth closely matched the color of his son's hair.

"On vacation?" I asked, knowing the response would be affirmative.

"Yeah, man," he replied, adding, "Got sick and fuckin' tired of all the
noise and partyin' down at the motel, so I brought me and my boy up here to
get away from the ruckus."

"Same here," I said, turning off the ignition and hoping I could make small
talk for a while longer and enjoy the unexpected view created by this
father and son team.  By now the dude was working the towel down his son's
back, having dried off the boy's chest and arms.  The kid's body moved from
side to side under the strong motions of his dad's efforts.  "Looks like we
might be stuck here for a while until the tide goes back out and opens up
the road," I added, trusting that statement would explain my presence and
hoping it would give me an excuse to hang out with them for the next hour
or two.  I wished I'd worn my mirrored sunglasses as I was finding it
difficult not to keep glancing down at the marine's hefty set of cock and
balls which swayed back and forth as he worked the towel across the kid's
young, smooth boy-butt.

"Yeah, we'll be here for a good damn while I reckon," he confirmed,
continuing, "But this looks like a pretty nice area and the little one sure
likes the beach.  Might as well pull your buggy over if you want since
you're stuck here too."

I felt another surge of anticipation as I restarted the Jeep and pulled it
up behind his truck, tailgate facing tailgate.  Hopping out of the cab, I
grabbed the blanket I brought along and laid it on my tailgate, sitting
down on it with my legs hanging off and my feet scuffing the sand.  I
immediately grabbed a bottle of water from my cooler and began to drink it,
mainly because it was so hot, but also because I wanted to take my mind off
the half-hard cock that was becoming noticeable in my speedo.

"How long you down for?" I asked as the man sat down on the tailgate of his
truck and popped open a can of beer.

"Here 'til Saturday," he replied, swilling down the entire can in one long
gulp.  "The boy's gettin' ready to start first grade, and school will be
here before you know it," he said to me knowing his son would pick up on
that comment, and prompting the expected reaction from his kid.

"Aw, Dad!  School starts too damn early around here," the boy responded,
sort of surprising me with the swear word that came out of his young mouth.

"Watch your fuckin' language, Kyle," his dad retorted, adding, "You know
you're too god-damned young to talk that kinda' shit."  At least I knew the
boy came by it honestly.

"Now go and rinse out your crotch and swim trunks so I can finish gettin'
you dried off," the dad ordered, tousling his son's hair and giving him a
gentle nudge toward the ocean.  Kyle obediently turned and made a bee-line
for the surf, walking in nearly knee deep before sliding off his bathing
suit and squatting in the ocean to let the water rinse him off.  I could
barely rip my eyes off his round, tight hairless butt as he splashed around
with his back facing us, his white skin sparkling with moisture as he made
sure to rinse off the sand between his slender legs.

"Name's Mike," the dad ventured.  "Sure is remote up here.  Anyone ever get
up to this part of hell?" he asked.

"Rarely," I replied, adding, "And no one will come up here for the next
couple hours at least until the tide turns," making sure Mike knew the
three of us wouldn`t have any company, in case that was the motivation for
his question.

About that time, Kyle came running back up from his rinse-off, smiling and
obviously happy to be at the beach and naked on top of that.  My cock began
to stir and swell some more as I admired his youthful smooth skin while
getting my first good look at his tiny cock and balls.  His body was still
almost completely white, with only a hint of a tan line from his bathing
suit.  Utterly hairless from the neck down, he appeared unconscious of
being naked in front of his dad or me, a complete stranger.

As he began drying off his son Kyle's boy-butt with his towel, Mike asked,
"Think it's alright to suntan nekkid around here?" adding, "I wouldn't mind
gettin' some sun on my ass for a change.  Shit, I've hardly had one fuckin'
chance to catch some rays since I got back from motherfuckin' Eye-rack."

"It's cool, dude," I said, my cock springing to almost full attention at
the thought of hanging out with this manly naked guy and his young son.
 "If by some miracle someone managed to get up this way we'd see 'em a mile
off before they got here," I added with the intention of letting Mike know
it was fine with me if he stayed naked.

Having moved to Kyle's crotch with the towel, the boy began to protest as
his dad dried his little cock and balls.  "You're pressin' too much,
Daddy," Kyle said, "It's startin' to get hard."

"Damn if you don't get hard at the slightest breeze, boy," Mike said to his
son while shaking his head in mock disbelief.  "Never heard of a boy that
ran around with a hard-on as much as you do."

As Mike completed drying the boy off, Kyle turned toward me, giving me my
first look at his fully hard cocklet.  His little round balls were tight
between his legs and his two inch boy-cock stuck straight up, smooth and
white like the rest of him, with a small head topping off his narrow shaft.

"Feels good to be hard, Daddy!" Kyle exclaimed to his father as he
playfully pushed his little cock straight out and released it, letting it
snap back up and slap against his smooth flat stomach.

"Yep, it does," Mike replied, moving around his own balls with his right
hand.  I struggled with the reality of what I was seeing while taking in
the whole situation.  I wondered what might happen next and I was almost
light-headed at the sight of him absent-mindedly fumbling with his nuts in
front of his son.

"Hell, I think I will stay nekkid and get some sun," Mike said.  "Too damn
hot for clothes anyway."  His bushy pubes framed his thick uncircumcised
cock as he reach down to his large balls once more to pull them away from
his crotch.  After moving around his man-nuts and getting comfortable, he
grasped his thick cock and shook it, clearly feeling some relief from the
adjustment.  I froze motionless as I saw him flick the foreskin of his
beefy cock while he sat on the tailgate of his truck.  I labored to wrap my
mind around the entire scene as I watched this muscle-man marine and his
first grader son, both naked with Mike starting to become aroused while
toying with his man-cock.  My head swam with excitement and disbelief as I
took it all in, unable to avoid the developing sexual tension.

"Alright if I lose my suit, too?" I nearly stammered, trying to make
certain Mike wouldn't mind if I joined in with the nudity.  He seemed like
the type of man you wouldn't want to cross or disappoint, and I wanted to
be sure I had the right grab on the situation.

"Help yourself, man," Mike responded.  "Kyle's seen me nekkid before and
there's nothin' wrong with guys being nekkid around each other.  He knows
that."

I stood up and pulled down my speedo, letting my half-hard cock flop out in
the process.  It felt risky to reveal my growing hard-on in front of the
man and his son, but I was vibrating from the erotic situation and was by
now horny out of my mind.  Tossing my suit aside on the tailgate, I
adjusted my own balls as I sat back down, my cock beginning to stick almost
straight out between my thighs.

"Wow, Daddy!  He's got one almost as big as yours," Kyle announced as he
stared at my thickening cock while reaching down to gingerly finger his own
hard boy-dick.

"God-damn if he don't," Mike said to his son as his own cock began to rise
to full height.  "He's damn near as hard as you, Kyle," he went on, moving
his foreskin down to reveal the slick head of his thick eight inch cock.
 "How big are you hung, brother?" Mike asked me.

"About seven and a half," I responded, tapping lightly at the sensitive
underside of my now rock-hard cockshaft just below the head.  "I think I'm
like your boy.  Mine gets stiff at the drop of a hat, too," I said looking
at the boy in an effort to fit in with the whole situation.

"Daddy gets hard a lot," Kyle ventured.  "He has the biggest one I ever
saw," he added, making me wonder how much experience he had with cocks in
his short life.

Just as I thought about what might happen next, Kyle reached over with his
little hand and grasped his dad's cock about mid-shaft.

"Daddy likes to slide the skin up and down," Kyle said as he slowly moved
his father's foreskin up the head of his cock.  Mike's thick eight-incher
was now fully erect and pulsed as his little boy moved the foreskin up.
The swollen head of Mike's boner was only half-way covered by his tight
foreskin, with just the tip and piss-slit showing.  A small drop of pre-cum
squeezed out of his cock-slit due to his son's grasp.  Mike inhaled deeply,
his chest heaving at the feeling of his young son's hand masturbating his
throbbing man-cock.

"That feels good, Kyle," the boy's father said in a low voice as his son
slowly moved his hand back down his dad's tool.  The boy's hand barely
encompassed half of his dad's rod, not even coming close to fully
encircling the shaft.

My own hand moved down and gripped my cock, as I sat mesmerized by the
sight of the smooth young boy handling his father's erection while he
touched and fingered his own cocklet.

"Can I touch his?" the boy asked his dad as he watched me slowly stroke my
man-cock.

"It's alright with me if it's alright with him," Mike responded to his son.

I stood up and slowly stepped toward the pair, positioning myself within
easy reach of Kyle's hand and trembling with the anticipation of feeling
the boy touch my throbbing shaft.

Kyle took his hand off his cocklet and reached up to my man-rod, softly and
gingerly placing his little hand around my throbbing boner, wide-eyed with
awe and excitement at the feel of another man`s cock.

"What's your name, Mister?" Kyle asked me.

Realizing I hadn't introduced myself to either one, I responded, "My name's
Dan, and I sure like the way your hand feels on my meat, buddy."

The boy smiled as he slowly jerked my hard-on.  "You're as hard as Daddy,"
he said watching transfixed, now moving his small hands along both our
shafts, keeping the same stroking tempo with each of our cocks.

I could already feel my nuts begin to boil from the excitement of watching
this kid play with our two hard cocks.  Mike was breathing heavily and
fondling his balls as his son stroked his shaft.

"FUCK that feels good, boy," Mike said to his son.  "Motherfuckin' A-Number
One!"

"Is it okay if I touch yours?" I asked the boy.

"Sure Mister Dan," he responded.

I glanced at Mike to see if he had any objection, but he didn't show a
reaction to my question, so I reached down and placed my thumb and
forefinger around Kyle's boy-cock.  He was hard as steel!  His little
cocklet felt silky and bone-stiff as I gently squeezed his shaft, moving my
fingers up to the little head and softly pinching it.

"That feels good!" Kyle blurted out.

I continued fingering his little boy-cock, placing my hand easily around
his whole shaft and then moving down to fondle his tiny balls.

"I bet I can do something that will make it feel even better," I said to
Kyle, overcome with excitement and wondering if Mike would intervene or
allow me to go further.

"Really?  What's that?" Kyle asked.

Looking over at Mike I said bluntly, "Is it okay with you if I give your
son some head?"

Wordlessly, Mike just nodded his head yes.

"Here, I'll show you," I said to Kyle as I slowly knelt down on one knee,
my rock-hard cock slipping from his gentle grasp.  Still fingering his
shaft, I bent my head forward and lightly licked the underside of his cock
head.  His body shuddered in response, and his little cock jumped in
reaction to my wet tongue.  I gently kissed the head of his cocklet, taking
the tiny tip between my lips and extending my tongue down the underside of
his slender shaft.  My heart raced and my ears pulsed as I slowly parted my
lips, taking his tiny cock head between my lips, suckling on it and
enjoying its spongy feel in my mouth.  Kyle bucked his hips away from me,
overcome with the new sensation he felt on his sensitive boy-cock.

"That tickles!" he blurted out, smiling.

Moving my left hand behind him, I gently cupped his smooth butt cheek with
my hand as I pulled him toward me and took his tiny cocklet back between my
lips.  He shuddered again as this time I took more of his head and shaft
into my mouth, firmly holding his ass with my hand as I went down on him.
He let out a little squeal of delight, squirming as I sucked down his
entire two inch rod, until my lips stopped firmly against his hairless
pubic area while my goatee brushed against his little nuts.  I sucked wetly
up and down his cocklet, my mouth watering with the feeling his tiny cock
provided.  Swirling my tongue around his shaft one last time, I let his
little boner jump out of my mouth with an intentional popping sound which I
hoped he would find entertaining.

Giggling, Kyle continued to stroke his dad's cock as I lowered my mouth
further to taste his little nuts.  Licking each one, I carefully sucked one
and then the other, eventually pulling both his balls into my mouth, gently
rolling them around and savoring the feeling of having his tiny nutsack in
my mouth.  My left hand slowly crept down his butt, as my index finger
ventured into his crack.  Probing the cleft of his butt cheeks inch by
inch, my finger eventually came to rest on his tight little cunt-hole,
while I licked my tongue back up his five-year-old shaft and again began to
give him more head.

Mike reached down and tapped my shoulder, making me unsure if he was trying
to send a signal about messing with his young son's twat, or if he wanted
some head himself.  Reluctantly taking my mouth off his boy's cocklet, I
turned my head to Mike's huge man-cock, which by now was soaking with
pre-cum that also dripped from his cock head.  I slowly took the head of
his throbbing rod into my mouth, as Kyle watched intently, hopefully
learning how to suck a man the right way.  Mike's pre-jizz tasted great as
I moved my lips down the head, pushing his foreskin down as I went.  Kyle
watched silently as I began to suck his dad's boner, slobbering on the
shaft and head in an effort to please him.  I had only worked on his thick
hard-on for a minute or so when Mike began to moan.

"I'm gonna blow dude!" he said as his first volley of wad hit the back of
my throat.  His hard-on throbbed and pulsed as he let go a second rope of
jizz into my mouth.  As I let his cock slip from my lips in order to
swallow some of his copious load, he grasped his man-cock and pointed it
directly at Kyle's face, blasting him with another thick wad of man-spunk.
Mike's cock quickly arched one more time as he shot the last of his jizz
into his son's face while the kid stood there watching, slightly bewildered
but not moving away.  The sight of Mike's wad splattered across his
five-year-old's forehead and cheeks, dripping down his face and off his
chin, took me past the point of no return.

Overcome by my own approaching orgasm, I stood up and also aimed my cock at
Kyle's face, just at the edge of cumming.  "Open your mouth, Kyle!" I
ordered as I moved my cock head an inch from his lips.  Kyle obediently
opened his mouth only to quickly catch the first spasm of spunk from my
cock.  I reached down with my left hand and cupped it around the back of
his skull, sliding the head of my man-cock between his stretched lips and
into his little mouth.  I held him still as I spunked his mouth again, my
hand easily clasping his head firmly on my pulsing rod as I skull-fucked
his soft warm mouth, filling it with hot cum.

"Easy there," Mike said to me as I gently pumped my boner in his son's
mouth.  "Don't choke the little fucker."

Breathing hard and almost gasping for air after my orgasm, I slowly let the
head of my cock pop out from Kyle's tight little lips.  Once free and still
steel-hard, I grasped the shaft of my cock and slowly rubbed the swollen
head on Kyle's face and nose, mixing his dad's jizz with my own and then
spooning some of it into his mouth with the head of my rod.  Kyle protested
a bit, so I said, "Come on, lick it up.  That stuff tastes good, boy."
 With my urging, Kyle hesitantly began to lick some of the cum off my stiff
cock.  I flexed my butt and jutted my hips forward one more time, wedging
my cock head and about two inches of shaft into his open mouth, tightly
grasping the back of his head while he took it.  His tongue lapped the
underside of my manhood as he tightened his soft lips around the head of my
cock and swallowed the load in his mouth.

Finally spent, I pulled back and let my cock pop out of the boy's mouth.
Turning to his father, I said, "That's an A-1 little cocksucker you have
there, Mike."

Vexed by my comment, he retorted, "Watch your fuckin' mouth around my boy,
asshole!"

End