Date: Wed, 03 Jul 2002 05:26:04 -0500
From: Salvin Saar <greensalvin@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Vacation to Manhood - Part 1

My Vacation to Manhood
Part 1

Disclaimer:

This story involves sexual themes dealing with incest between an older and
younger male.  It in no way endorses or advocates any type of illegal
sexual behavior. This story merely illustrates events, both fictional and
factual, from my personal experiences and fantasies as a youth.  If you are
offended by this type of subject matter, read no further. You have been
warned.

Opening:

We decided to take a vacation! Naturally I was excited at even the mention
of it.  My family loved traveling to the extent that we invested in a large
camping trailer.  The idea was to have it ready to go at a moments notice.
Several times a year we would take weekend trips down to the beach at
Galveston or go to Mexico to see the sights and do some cheap shopping.
Most of my friends envied the fact that I was always going some place fun.
I can't say that I blamed them.

During the summer we would take several small trips and usually one large
trip. This year however, there was to be only one large trip. We were going
to the West Coast--California! I had been there once when I was a child but
had only a vague memory of it. I was extremely excited about going.  Along
the way we were to see Mom's sister and brother in law in Nevada and then
over to see Dad's oldest brother in California. Dad had also mentioned a
trip to Hollywood and Disney Land to sweeten the deal.

We packed for a few days, taking more stuff than ever before (a least that
I recalled).  It made sense though, since we were going to be gone for an
entire month. The only thing that seemed odd was my parents subdued
attitude. They were usually as excited as I was about going on a trip. They
were probably just tried from the packing, I thought to myself and then
tossed and turned in excitement. The next day our journey would begin.

Little did I know that it would change my life forever.

Day 1

We departed very early from Fort Worth Texas heading toward El Paso.  It
was a long drawn out drive from what I can remember. I sat up front with my
Dad, while my mom sat in the back with the baby. They had both fallen
asleep during the long drive, leaving my father and I to keep each other
company.

My Dad was a very attractive to me.  He was a good ole' Texas man who loved
his fishing, hunting and working on cars like the rest of the men in my
family. He had short cropped dark brown hair and a trimmed but full
mustache mounted on his upper lip.

When we traveled on long trips he usually wore a white cut off tee-shirt
that clung to his thick masculine chest.  I remember looking at his well
developed body and wishing I had more muscle on my arms.  I also enjoyed
seeing the dark hairs under his arms peek from beneath. He was irresistible
to me; my perfect fantasy man. Big, strong and rugged, the way I liked them
(or at least in my dreams).

At some point, I would usually glance over at his crotch and marvel at what
looked like to be something substantial. It was during one of my crotch
staring episodes that my dad caught me looking from behind my pretending to
be asleep eyes.

"Hey boy, you awake?" he asked in his gruff sort of voice, quietly enough
not to disturb the others.

"Yes Sir, I'm awake." I answered after a long moment. Panic at first
gripped me as I assumed he knew what I was looking at, but he didn't
mention it.

"Looks like your starting to tent up boy," he said. At first I wasn't
exactly sure what he was talking about until he shifted his gaze toward the
tower in my shorts.  An instant fury of bright red overtook my face. I
shifted and squirmed to try to hide my hardening member from his view. I
didn't even realize I was hard due mainly to the fact that it was like that
at many times during those days and I was just so used to it.  I also never
thought my dad would notice, let alone say anything about it. I was
completely startled to say the least.

My dad, who had obviously sensed my discomfort at being caught, laughed it
off and said "It's nothing to be ashamed of boy, I used to spring those all
the time when I was your age." He gave me a quick smiled and looked back to
the road.

After that, nothing more was said for a while; Dad listened to his country
music while I, still shocked beyond speech, looked intently out the window
avoiding his direction as best I could.

In a way, what he said made me feel good. I liked the fact that he also
used to get erections just as I had. I felt like we had some common
ground. I also remember feeling turned on by the whole event afterwards. My
Dad had seen and commented about my dick being hard. That was thrilling to
say the least!

At the end of the first day we made it to El Paso and stopped at a camping
trailer park.  We ate dinner and then we each showered. I always hated
showering in the trailer because we only had one and it seemed to take
forever(Mom was notorious for "the hour shower").  It was after 11pm before
we got to bed.

Once everyone else was asleep, I started playing with myself and thinking
about Dad catching me hard and imagining him telling me to stroke it for
him. It didn't take long and I shot a good bit that night. I slipped off to
quite sleep, not thinking anything more about it.  Little did I know what
the next day would bring.

Day 2

We left from El Paso around noon and started to drive towards New Mexico.
It started out pretty much the same boring drive but then the scenery
started to change.  We started to see rocky terrain, vast open spaces and
some catus along the road..  We stopped along the way a few times to eat
and take pictures. As the evening approached, we selected a camping site at
which to stay.

It was nearly 8pm before we got everything hooked up. I was just exploring
the park in my usual way when I noticed a big bathroom on the property. I
entered to see what was inside and discovered 3 shower stalls. To my
disappointment, no one was using them at the time.  The place smelled like
the public showers at school. It's not really a bad smell, just a weird
kind of smell; like chlorine, sweat and something else.  Hum? After
admiring the bathroom for a minute, I headed back to camper.

Mom was taking a bath and Dad was sitting at the table watching (static)
TV.  I gave him my report on the park, telling him they had a game room, a
pond, "and this one even has showers." He looked up briefly and suggested
we give try them out. He said he wanted to hurry and shower so we could
start grilling out. I was hesitant at the suggestion, but recalled quickly
that each shower stall had a door. Although I didn't have a problem
showering at school with other boys, the thought of exposing myself to Dad
made me feel bashful.

We arrived at the showers, towels in hand, and the place was still
empty. It was much darker out by this time and the lights inside the shower
room were somewhat dim in a depressive sort of way. My Dad stepped into a
shower stall and got the water running.  I began to step into the adjacent
shower but Dad stopped me.  "Come on son, let's shower together; no use
taken up two".

It seemed my heart stopped for a minute at the suggestion, but then I tried
quickly to think up an excuse. "There kinda small Dad. I'll just shower
here," I said quickly.

"Don't be silly son, their huge!" Dad said after a moment in disbelief at
my suggestion.  My face turned red from the thought of being exposed to
him. "What? You shy?" He said giving a questioning look. I didn't know what
to say being asked so directly. He knew without me saying that I
was. "Don't be ridiculous boy, I'm your Father! Now come on." he said
flatly.  I knew resistance was futile.

I turned away from Dad and stripped off my shirt and shorts. I heard the
shower door creak and knew Dad was already showering. "Hurry Up son," he
shouted after me.  I took off my boxers, standing fully nude in the shower
room. Reluctantly I approached the shower door. My heart was beating fast
and time seemed to be moving in slow motion as I pushed it open.

When I entered the stall, Dad was facing the shower nozzle and I gazed
amazingly for the first time at his completely naked body from behind. He
was tanned all over except for his ass which was nearly ghost white. Seeing
his naked backside nearly took my breath away. Then he turned around and
gave me a big easy smile as I entered.  Instinctively, and without being
able to stop myself, my eyes shot down toward his crotch. I had never seen
an older man naked before and the experience dazzled me. Everything seemed
surreal and I can recall almost every detail of that moment; sights,
sounds, noises etc. etc.

After my initial astonishment faded, I regained my composure and quickly
looked away; too quickly. "Son, if you want to look, go right ahead.  I
know you're curious about what another guy looks like and it's natural and
nothing to be ashamed of."  Inside quiet relief had taken over. My fears of
being though of as a pervert had been abated and I had free reign to admire
him as much as I wanted, although I still felt reluctant to do so.

Dad looked at me in loving sort of way and smiled broadly. I couldn't help
but laugh as he laughed with me. It seemed to break the tension I was
feeling and for that I was grateful.

But I wasn't the only one interested in looking. I also began to notice how
Dad's gaze shifted toward my lower regions and he began to inspect me as
well. Apparently he was as curious as I was but made no attempt to hide his
interest. "You sure are growing up fast son," he said smiling again at me
as he soaped up. "I remember when you was just a baby and now look at you;
almost a grown man!" He continued looking at my body from head to toe as if
he had every right to do so. He was the one that made me so in a way I
guess he was just admiring his creation.

Dark brown hair covered my head, just as his. My body, although still very
lean, was beginning to fill out. My arms were beginning to show some tone
as well as my legs. My chest and shoulders were broadening. I was still
almost completely smooth except for the sparse dark hairs now surrounding
my pubic area and the wispy dark patches under my arms.

I guess I could have felt violated by Dad's penetrating gaze, but the way
he was looking at me was one of wonder and joy and it made me feel warm
inside. There was something else in his gaze that I had never seen before.
I didn't understand what exactly it was, but I felt strangely aroused by
it.

I also continued to look at him since all was fair game at this point. He
smiled at me during my examination of him and did not try to turn away. In
fact I think he even spread his legs a little so I'd have a better view of
his equipment.  I looked at his flaccid cock and was amazed by not only the
size but by the amount of hair surrounding it.  I could only imagine how
monstrous it would have been if it had been erect. His nuts were large too
and hairy.  They looked like two large woolly eggs.

He began to wash under his arms, lifting them high and exposing two vast
crevices of dark hair. Armpits had always excited me because it represented
manhood in my mind. In gym class , I was always very envious of the boys
that had a full bloom of underarm hair. It showed a sign of maturity that I
longed for. I felt impatient for my own patch to fill out more.

After he was done covering his dark pits with soap, he handed me the bar
and told me to do the same. I lifted my arms up and lathered up. He looked
at me while I washed and he watched me soap down the rest of my body.  I
avoiding my crotch at all cost.  The initial fear and embarrassment of the
situation had helped me to maintain control over getting aroused, but I
knew touching it now would undermine my efforts. Dad apparently noticed my
avoidance.

"Don't forget to wash those jewels boy, you gotta keep them nice and clean
all the time."  I was stunned for a moment by words I didn't wish to hear.
I didn't go immediately to that section, not wanting to blow my cover. Dad
seemed to sense my hesitation and grabbed the soap from me. "Like this son"
he said. He took the soap and made a lather in his hands and then started
to rub it all over his cock and balls. He didn't do it subtlety, but
instead very explicitly so I would get the point.

He insisted that I pay attention as he cleaned himself, mumbling
instructions softly.  His balls flapped and jiggled around as he washed
underneath them.  Then he took his dick in hand and washed it meticulously,
encircling the head with his fingers and rubbing down the long shaft, not
missing an inch.

At this point my attempts at maintaining a soft rod began to waver. My cock
started to grow to the semi-erect state; not to the point of sticking
straight out as it does on full, but just enough to make a noticeable
difference.  I was sure Dad was going to say something about it as he had
in the car, but to my relief, he didn't. He just continued to wash himself
and then rinsed.

"Your turn son," he said.  He handed back the soap to me and watched as I
lathered up my hands. I started on my balls thinking it would be the safest
place to begin. He eyed me intently as I began to clean myself. I caressed
myself cautiously and tried not the make the situation inflate (literally).
Once I go to my cock however, the battle was lost.  Just the anticipation
of washing my cock as Dad's observant eyes watched, made me grow more
erect. I rubbed myself delicately and tried not to become fully erect in
front of him.

"Son, you're not going to get it clean like that," he said in a sort of
impatient voice. Then he grabbed the soap and lathered his hand. Without as
much as a word, he reached down and began to wash my cock and balls as if
they were his own. Bristly and thoroughly.

Dad's hands seemed to have electricity in them as I tingled from the
feeling of his hands on my balls. I couldn't help but shudder helplessly
under his touch. He started with my balls, washing each one as if it were a
diamond, carefully but firmly. But the sparks really started to fly when he
washed my cock (now completely hard). He worked his hand up and down,
making sure he got the ring around the head with his thumb and his index
finger. It jerked upward every time his hand touched it.

I guess what he was doing could have been misconstrued as sexual contact,
but the intensity in which he was cleaning me made me feel sure he was just
attending to the task at hand. He was a man with a mission; to show me how
to clean myself and the serious look in his eye only reflected that.
"You've gotta make sure you clean yourself completely boy. You can get
infections if you don't, understand?" he said in a firm voice.

"Uh, yes Sir," I uttered, now flushing full red once again and trying not
to look into his eyes.. He didn't say anything about my throbbing member to
my relief. After he was satisfied that I was cleaned he turned toward the
shower and handed me back the soap.

 "Get my back for me, will ya son," he asked in a soft tone.  I began to
make a lather and I washed his back as best I could. I stopped right before
I got to his ass crack, at which point he thanked me, took the soap and
washed his ass and his crack in my full view. "Turn around.  I'll get you
too." I turned around now facing the stall door while Dad washed my
back. Firm stokes up and down with rough hands making sure I got
exceptionally clean. Once he got to my lower back, I presumed he would
stop, but he didn't. He proceeded to wash my butt and my lower legs with
the same severity and thoroughness. My cock, in constant agony and at it's
fully erect state, wanted some major vindication. I didn't even dare look
at it, pretending rather that it wasn't there.

Unexpectedly, Dad worked his hand between my butt crack and started to wash
me.  "Dad, I can do that," I said, feeling a little humiliated.

"I want to make sure you know how to clean yourself right boy. It's
important for a man to take care of himself and his body," he said easily.
Undaunted he continued to clean my crack.  It was an odd sensation but one
that also felt incredibly good. He had moved his hand slowly into the
interior of my crack and when I felt his finger gently rubbing my butt
hole, I swear I almost came right then. My whole body jerked and tensed up
as if I were going to shoot.  I never realized my butt hole could make me
feel that way. Luckily he stopped when he did.

He finished up and told me to get into the stream of water so he could
rinse me off.  As I stood in the stream, Dad moved the aim of the water by
adjusting the nozzle. He first aimed it at my chest and then moved the aim
downward, deliberately aimed it at my cock and balls washing the remaining
soap from them. The water stung a little at first, but I enjoyed it all the
same.

"Turn around son" he said, as he shifted the nozzle down to rinse off my
butt. "Bend over a little son and spread your butt." I hesitated for a
moment, feeling more than humiliated at opening my ass to Dad. He gently
pushed my back down and I did as he requested, holding my cheeks open as
far as I could.  He squirted water right at my hole for half a minute. The
feeling was fantastic.

After that we finished washing our hair and got out. I dried my front off
and Dad offered to get my back.  He turned me around and dried not only my
back, but my backside and legs as well. Then he reached between my legs
from behind and gently dried my nuts. My cock was not within his view as it
was standing straight out and away from him. I knew that if he had dried
that he would have ended up having more to dry than he started out with!
Then he turned around and I reciprocated.

I dried his back, his butt and then his hairy legs. Should I dry his balls
too? I wondered silently. After considering for a moment, I decided to do
it. He jerked forward a little from surprise but then opened his legs
slightly to aide me. I marveled at the size of the hairy orbs and delighted
in seeing them sway heavily between his mighty legs. I also noticed that
his dangling cock seemed to be a little larger than usual. Just my
imagination, I supposed.  Once I was satisfied he was dry, we finished
drying ourselves.

I was still completely erect and it made me feel extremely self conscious,
especially since Dad's cock was still pretty soft and not a dead giveaway
for arousal. But he didn't seem to take any notice so I just ignored it.
We proceeded to get dressed and returned to the trailer to cook dinner.

I can't begin to tell you how exciting the whole experience was for me. To
have seen Dad naked for starters; then for him to touch my privates and
then touching his balls as I dried him. It was too much. I was in a state
of wonder and disbelief, believing that the whole episode had been nothing
more than a very realistic and fantastic dream.  The reality of the
situation hit home later that night as I was lying in bed.

After everyone was asleep, I began to jerking off quietly. My balls ached
painfully like never before and I actually considered that something might
be wrong with me. But seconds later (literally) I had an orgasm so intense
that I felt as if fireworks were shooting out of my pulsating cock. Wave
after wave shot forth splattering my chest and stomach and I couldn't help
but let out a muffled cry of amazement.  The sensation lasted for minutes
afterwards and I felt like all the life in my body had just been expelled
through my shaft. The ache in my nuts had subsided almost immediately. It
was the most phenomenal climax I had ever experienced. I lay motionless for
some time, trying to summon the energy to move. Afterward I cleaned up (a
considerable mess) and drifted into the peaceful realm of sleep...

What a day, I thought to myself. What a day indeed!