Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2008 20:05:21 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "Getting Lost"

			       GETTING LOST
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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"Are we getting close now?" Dad asked me.

I checked the map on my lap. "Uh-huh." I agreed. "Small town up ahead, name
of Goshen."

Dad checked his gas gauge. "We'd better gas up there if we can." he
said. He looked up at the mountains ahead of us. "Long ways up to the cabin
still."

"Don't worry." I said confidently. "I got the map."

"You're the navigator, Son." Dad agreed. "Ah, there's the gas station."

"Good thing." I said. "I got to go potty." When you're seven, that's the
term you use meaning you need to take a crap. Or at least I still did.

"Last chance to do it indoors for a week." Dad agreed with a smile.

I went to the restroom and came out about five minutes later. Dad was still
gassing up the pickup and I just stood where I was and looked at him. There
was a lot to look at. Dad stands over six feet tall, with his broad, honest
face and mouth that always seemed to be perched in a gentle smile, this
above a set of broad shoulders and a chest expansion that Superman would
envy, his stomach was broad but that just made him look solid and
reliable. Dad was wearing a tan fishing vest over red plaid shirt and blue
jeans. He had a pair of hip-high wading boots in the pickup, but now was
wearing a pair of work boots. He had one hand on the gas-pump hose and the
other on his waist, standing looking like the ultimate outdoorsman. I
wanted to be just like him when I grew up!

Dad saw me there and said, "Come on, I've already paid. We'll be ready to
go in just a minute. Miles more to go, you know."

So I raced over and go back into the car. Dad leaped in a moment later and
we were off down the road again.

Things were fine for an hour or so, when we were well up the
mountain. "There's a fork in the road ahead, Son." Dad said. "I need my
navigator now."

"Sure, Dad." I said. Jeez, I'd put the map in my back pocket back at the
bathroom. I lifted my butt up and reached back and felt for the map.

Felt for it. Felt again.

"The map is gone, Dad." I said after a time.

"Gone?" A frown didn't seem to know how to fit onto that face of
his. "Where'd it go?"

"I put it in my back pocket back at the gas station." I said miserably. "It
must have fallen out while I was getting my pants back up or something."

"Oh." Dad said. That frown was kind of moving around his face, unable to
concentrate on more than one feature at a time. His eyebrows would go down,
then come back up as the lips pursed in disapproval.

"I'm sorry, Dad." I said. "I guess we have to go back, huh?"

"Too late." Dad said. "We'd never get back to that gas station before they
closed down for the night."

"So what do we do?" I asked.

"You were studying the map a lot." Dad said. "I had the route all marked
out with the yellow highlighter. Can you remember which way up ahead we
should turn?"

I looked up ahead. "We go left."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, Dad, I'm sure." I said. "We go left."

"Left it is." Dad said and I grinned at him as he did it. Dad grinned back
at me. We still had a couple of hours before sundown. We could make it to
the cabin by then. All I had to do was remember which way to turn. So on we
went, with me pointing the way.

And of course, we ended up totally lost. When it got to be total dark, Dad
stopped the pickup. A good thing, the road we were on was turning into a
real nothing. When he turned off the ignition, it was awfully silent and
awfully dark.

"I guess I'm not much of a navigator, huh, Dad." I said out the window to
Dad, as he fumbled in the back of the pickup. I didn't know what he was
doing until he got back in.

Preceding him through the door was a box of the groceries we had brought
along; Dad had rummaged among them and used this one box to ferry in all
the fixings for sandwiches, a couple of colas out of our ice chest, and a
box of Twinkies. And a camp lantern (battery-powered) to let us see while
we ate.

"It's all right, Son." Dad said. "Everybody messes up now and then."

"I wish I hadn't lost the map." I said. "We wouldn't be lost now."

"We'll work our way back down the mountain tomorrow." Dad said. "Find a
cabin with someone in it and get directions from them. Everyone up here has
a map, we can get to ours probably around noon or so, I think."

"I wish I hadn't gotten us lost." I said.

"It's okay." Dad said. "Don't sweat it. You want ham or bologna on your
sandwich?"

"Yeah." I said, and Dad laughed. I got a sandwich with a slice of each on
it. Dad had two sandwiches, one of each. A sandwich and three of the
Twinkies and I was feeling a lot better about where we were. The pickup was
warm and comfortable, we had the radio on and were talking and laughing. I
told jokes and Daddy laughed at them and told some of his own.

After a time, I yawned, and when I did, Daddy did the
same. "Ho-ho-ho-hummm!" he said. "I guess we'd better catch some sleep." He
was stretching as best he could in the pickup cabin, his massive arms
flexing as he made his bent-arm motions with clenched fists.

"How we going to sleep?" I asked. We were supposed to go to a cabin already
supplied with things like beds and quilts. We had our clothes, food and
fishing gear and nothing much else.

"The best way we can, tonight." Daddy said.

"Lie out under the stars?"

Daddy smiled, but shook his head. "Better not. There are wild animals in
these woods, and while they probably wouldn't bother us at night, I'd
rather not wake up to have wolves standing over me."

"Me, either." I agreed.

"So let's just lean back and try to nap." Dad said. "We'll start out at
first light." Dad moved the steering wheel to the upright position to get
it out of his way somewhat (the feature that makes it easy for the driver
to get in and out of the pickup), and he shifted forward and parked his
back into the corner formed by the seat back and the door. His shoulders
rolled up and down as he got into position. His cap he shifted down over
his eyes. "Good night, Son." Dad said to me.

"Good night, Daddy." I said and I tried to imitate him. Shifting into the
corner and trying to get comfortable. Maybe it worked for Daddy okay, but
he was bigger than me, for me, it was just terrible. I was half falling off
the seat into the crack between the seat and the door!

I sat back upright and looked around. How was I even going to sleep a
little bit here.

Got the idea. I leaned over and onto the seat of the pickup. By putting my
head on Daddy's leg, I was just able to fit my entire body on the pickup
seat.

Dad lifted his cap brim with one finger to peer down at me. "Having trouble
sleeping, Son?"

"A little. But this is better."

"Wish I had it better." Dad admitted.

"Want to lie down like me?"

"If I'd fit. But maybe if I scoot down a bit more."

Daddy did and I nestled back in. Now my head was resting much higher on his
thigh, practically on his stomach. "Are you comfortable now, Daddy?"

"Yeah, I guess so, good as I'm going to get, anyhow." Daddy said and his
hand came down and rested on my shoulder. Not heavy or hard, just
touching. Felt nice.

We lay like that for a while, but I couldn't sleep. The forest sounds
different than anything else at night. All sorts of noises, the leaves in
the trees as the wind blows, they get awfully loud, there are so many of
them. And lots of other noises. Whether it was a wolf walking nearby or
just a raccoon, it was enough to make me nervous.

Dad was sleeping now, I think. He grunted, shuffled some, and his leg
nearest me came up onto the center bump in the floor. Now it was resting
about halfway onto the seat with me. We both fit but it was kind of
cramped.

I couldn't sleep. I had Daddy's lap now up in my face. The moon was full
and nearly overhead, and it gave enough light into the pickup that I could
raise my head just a bit and look right at his crotch. Sometimes when I
looked at Daddy's private area, I could see a bulge in there, you know. Now
and then. I kept wondering what that bulge would feel like (I knew it was
his wienie, that adults had bigger wieners than kids like me, but why would
it swell up like that. My own dick would get hard now and then. A funny
feeling when it did that, and my rubbing it would make it tingle and tingle
until it was just the best feeling in the world!

What would Daddy's much-bigger dick feel like, both for me touching it and
for him having it touched?

I didn't reach for him suddenly, but the night went on and on and I still
couldn't sleep. It was quite a while, not a full hour, but still, a lot of
time, before I gathered up my courage and reached up to touch my Daddy's
basket. At first, all I was feeling was the blue jeans he had on. But over
at one side, after a time, I felt it out. The soft small bulge that was
Daddy's dick. Right there!

I pressed at it with my fingers, up and down, all I was trying to do was
feel what it was like. But after I did that for a while, the thing began to
grow. I didn't notice that much at first, I was pressing on it harder and
harder and so I was feeling more and more. But after a while of that, it
was making that big bulge I had noticed sometimes. Now I had it right in my
hand.

I was feeling it out like that. Dad's jeans were tight, so I wasn't feeling
much beyond how it was a lot firmer than it had been before.

Dad's hand landed on my shoulder again. I froze when he touched me, of
course, but then his hand began to rub my arm up and down, softly, warmly.

Emboldened, I rubbed Daddy's dick with my hand, squeezing at it and moving
it as much as I could.

"Aahhh!" Daddy made this single, soft sound. A sound of pleasure, a sound
of acceptance, a sound of interest.

I scooted up so that I was sitting up against Daddy, him sprawled out and
me sprawled along one side of him, underneath the powerful warmth of that
arm. The hand now was much further down my body and Daddy's hand used that
length to reach across my body and onto my own lap and his fingers found my
own crotch and he rubbed me like I was rubbing him. It was dark in the
pickup, lit only by the moonlight that gave a pale, unreal light to
everything. It was like a secret place, like those places in your own mind
where you go and nobody else knows about, it's just you and everything you
want is right there. Only here, in this secret place, Daddy was in it with
me.

"Daddy?" I whispered so softly, afraid to shatter that feeling. "Can I
touch it, Daddy? Please?"

"Baby." was Daddy's only word and then his hand left my body to join the
other and he tugged at the fastenings of his belt and his fly. His hands,
so strong and so sure, were trembling and he was panting heavily, something
I never heard him do even when he was working hard. His hand snaked into
the whiteness that was his briefs, extra white in the moonlight, and then
he revealed in all its pale-gray splendor the body of his dong.

"Wow!" I said so very softly. "Can I touch it now, Daddy? Can I?"

"Baby." Daddy said again and I took that to mean yes. I grabbed hold and
the shaft was solid heat. Daddy moaned as my fingers closed upon this heat
and his hips gave some small hunches upwards into my hand, not
aggressively, but like Daddy couldn't stop himself from doing it. His lips
loosed some more moans, soft warm sounds that said more than any words of
mine could have.

So warm, so full, so rich, my Daddy's pud-tip gleamed in the moonlight,
like a single sparkling star brought down to Earth. Marveling at this
diamond-twinkle of light, I bent over and Dad slid down even more to make
it easier for me. Now his knees were chock-a-block against the dashboard,
he could go no further. I slid over the massive barrel of his chest and my
head was questing ever closer to that magnificent crystal-tipped beacon of
his manhood, and I felt like if I could hug it tight to me, it would be the
best thing in the whole world. Wrap it all up, all the way around, the
entire length of it, and it would join me to Daddy in a way that nothing
else ever could.

Daddy gasped as my cheek touched the side of his shaft, his prong was
almost burning hot against my soft skin. "Ahh-ahh-ahhh!" Daddy
breathed. "Baby, oh, oh, Baby!" he murmured.

His hand returned to my own crotch, and in this more prone position, his
fingers could and did fumble with my own pants' closure. Kid's clothes are
made to be more easy to get undone, to let kids undress themselves easier,
and to let parents dress them easier as well. Daddy's fingers alone did
more than mine could have done to him, he got my fly unzipped and my pants
button undone and then he was fishing inside my Spiderman briefs to feel
out my tiny but turgid pud. When his fingertips gripped it, I gasped with a
pleasure I hadn't felt by myself, and not fully even with other guys my own
age. Daddy's hands moved with the experience of years and the kindness of
my father, and his wiggling movements sent dazzling rushes of delight up my
body, my whole form quivered.

My cheek still rested against my Daddy's rich tower of his cock, and I
brushed up and down with my cheek on it, and Daddy groaned, a louder, more
throaty groan, and that seemed to communicate to something inside me.

I'd never heard about sucking cock, never heard it mentioned, nor had Daddy
done anything to suggest it. But I had my head up and turned and my mouth
found the glans and suddenly I was sucking it down. I wasn't experienced or
talented in any way, but the raw feeling of that prick inside of me, I was
wrapped around it, I had it, that feeling galvanized me to struggle with
this pillar of prong and my lips nursed it with an earnest endeavor that
did much the same thing that long experience could have.

"Oh, God!" Daddy moaned. "Baby, oh, God, Baby, suck me, suck my cock, Baby,
suck it for Daddy." His panting now was a sound like a grizzly bear would
have made, the loud snuffling sound that shook my entire body.

I shoved my Daddy's dong deeper into my mouth, wanting to get it all in and
my Daddy moaned, "Oh, oh, I'm coming, Son, I'm coming, oh, God, OH-OH-OH,
OOOHHHHH! GAAAAH!"

The blast that hit my tonsils was unprecedented in my experience, I only
knew that my Daddy was squirting hot wads of stickiness that matched with
his moans of pleasure as he shook from the power of it. Again, something
untaught stirred in my brain and I didn't flinch back from this hot salty
flood, I gulped it down as fast as my Daddy produced it, drinking the very
essence of my Daddy's virility into myself.

Daddy's hand on my cock stilled briefly as he shot his load, but when he
was done, his hand resumed the motion with a determination that was
unmistakable. Daddy wanted me to come like he had. I couldn't, of course,
but my body quivered in the power of the stroking he was giving me and I
lay on my back now, my head on Daddy's lap, stretched out on the pickup
seat, and my Daddy whipped my dong still inside my briefs, and I hit that
short tingle of delight that felt so good and faded so fast. I moaned and
shuddered and it was gone and I thought that was all, but Daddy was still
pumping at me and after a few seconds, that tingle returned and it was ten
times as powerful as it had been before! Where I'd groaned before, now I
was yelping in my exquisite agony of ecstasy, I pumped my hips up and down
like Daddy had done, and I knew now just what my Daddy had felt as he
squirted his jizz into my mouth and throat, he had felt something very like
this, very like this!

When I was finished with this second, amazing impact, the shift in my
prick's sensations was immediate. As soon as it was done, my wiener hurt,
and I flinched away from Daddy's touch.

"Oh, Daddy, oh, oh!" I moaned as I feebly fended off his attempts to grasp
me again. "Daddy, that was so good, but now it hurts."

Daddy understood, for he stopped. "That was amazing, Son." he said to
me. "Where'd you learn to suck dick like that?" He wasn't upset or
anything, it was asked more in wonder.

"I dunno." I admitted. "I just wanted to."

"Oh! Oh, Son!" Daddy sighed heavily.

I snuggled again into the curve of that arm of his, and with Daddy's arm
around me, the hand resting in my lap, not holding me or nothing, just
resting there, like that, I finally managed to get some sleep.

Sunlight reached in and woke me up the next morning. We had slept past
dawn, but the sun was still low in the sky, only the fact the road we were
on ran the right direction let it shine on us instead of being blocked by
trees.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes and looked over at Daddy. He was awake, too, but
I think he woke up the same time I sat up, for he yawned and said, "Good
morning, Son."

"Good morning, Daddy."

"Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah." I said. "We going to go back now?"

"Yeah, but not far." Daddy said. "I see some smoke a little ways away. It
must be a cabin. We'll ask there for directions."

The road we were on took us to the cabin, we must have passed right by it
without seeing it in the darkness the night before. When we pulled up, a
man inside came out and he and Daddy talked. Turned out we were only a
short way away from the cabin where we'd been heading.

The cabin Daddy had rented for us was nice, fitted with dishes for the
kitchen and so on. I was disappointed to see it had two bedrooms. "Your
bedroom is upstairs." Daddy pointed. "It's like an attic room with a
pointed roof . "My room is over here." he pointed to a door underneath the
stairs.

I looked at the upper bedroom. "All the way up there?"

"Yes." Daddy saw my expression. "What is it?"

"That's a long way up. I might get lost in the dark." I said.

A slow smile crept over Daddy's face. "In that case, maybe you'd better
share my bedroom with me for the week, huh?"

"Yeah." I agreed. "That'd be better."

Sleeping with Daddy is a great way to avoid getting lost!

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