Date: Wed, 03 Jul 2002 05:29:48 -0500
From: Salvin Saar <greensalvin@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Vacation to Manhood" Part 2

My Vacation to Manhood
Part 2

Day 3

I awoke with a start. Mom was standing over me holding onto my screaming
baby brother.  It was not the way I liked to start my day, but in a camping
trailer every time you turned around you were in somebody's face.  I got
up, still really groggy from my interrupted sleep, and headed into the back
part of the trailer.

Within seconds, I closed the petition (that separated my parent's
bedroom/bathroom from the front of the trailer), whipped out my dick and
started taking a much-needed piss.

"Mornin' son," my Dad said. from behind. I turned quickly and noticed he
was sitting on the bed watching me.

"Uh, Good Morning Dad" I said in a half-muddled voice and turn my attention
back to the business at hand. To my surprise, Dad came over next to me,
took out his cock and started pissing right next to me.

"Nothin like the first piss of the day, huh son?" he said easily as his
stream thudded into the water beside mine.

"Uh, yeah...right Dad" I said finally after a moment, admiring our golden
streams as they crossed one another. I finished up feeling a little pee
shy, tucking myself back into my boxers.  I noticed Dad took his time and
made sure to shake his cock thoroughly before concealing it.  I washed my
hands and pretended that everything was normal. As I walked off, he
playfully slapped my butt.  "Hurry and get ready boy, we got a long way to
go today."  I walked back to the front and got on my clothes and ate
breakfast.

We took off very quickly to hit the open road. It seemed as if we were in
some kind of race against time. Dad seemed a lot touchier with me since our
shower together.  Throughout our trip he would talk to me and put his hand
on my leg, or shoulder and it seemed a little peculiar for him to be so
affectionate. But I liked the attention, I have to admit.  We made a few
stops, eating lunch and then stopping at some interesting tourist shops.
That night we made it mid-way through Arizona before we decided to camp.
We stopped at a pretty large camping trailer park. It didn't have a public
shower, but it did have a huge pool.

Later in the evening, around 9pm, Dad suggested we go for a swim.  Mom
stayed at the trailer, preferring instead to rest. Dad and I changed into
some swim trunks, grabbed some beach towels and went to the pool.

It was a little chilly outside, which astonished me because we were nearly
in the desert, but it was a beautiful night. The stars were wondrously
bright and twinkled like diamonds in the clear dark sky. I could have spent
hours just looking up in awe, but the sound of splashing water quickly drew
my attention back to the pool.

A few other people were swimming when we got there. We greeted them with a
smile and started to get in. The water was still warm from the heat of the
day and it felt like a velvet blanket against my skin as I slid in. I
nestled along the side, admiring the perfection of the pool and the warmth
of the water.  We both got out a few times and dived in quicky to escape
the chill of the night air.

We splashed and played around for a while as one by one the other swimmers
left.  Dad and I leaned against the side of the pool, keeping all but our
heads submerged.  "It sure is nice out here son," he said as he took a deep
breath.

 "Yeah Dad, it's great!" I said looking up and admiring the sky.

Dad surveyed our surrounding area and then turned toward me. "You ever been
skinny dippin' boy?"  he said and gave me a smile. I nodded no and couldn't
help but smile back as I knew what he was thinking.

"Nothin like it in the world," he said as he quickly removed his shorts and
shucked them on the side of the pool. I quickly followed suit. I looked
down and could see our nakedness in the light of the pool. I felt entirely
free and enjoyed the water caressing against my naked flesh.

After another moment of swimming around, Dad suggested we play a game he
used to play as a kid. He took a quarter out of his wet shorts and threw it
several feet out into the pool.  The game was to see who could get it
first. "Go!" he said.

We both took off after the quarter at the bottom of the pool. The light in
the pool did allow for some vision, but it was still pretty hard to
find. I've got it, I thought to myself as I noticed a shinny silver object
at the bottom. As I was about to reach for it, I felt strong arms grab my
waist and pull me away from it.

Dad had intercepted me and thrown me off my target. Regaining myself, I saw
my Dad standing up, searching for the quarter as he peered into the water.
I dived under quickly and could see it was only a few inches in front him.
I had to act fast.  I swam quickly around him and reached for the object
once again. But then I felt his hand grab my leg and pull me backward. Then
I felt his other hand cup my balls for a second before it moved up to my
waist. Once he had both hands on my waist, he pulled me up from under the
water and tossed me easily aside again.

This time I wasn't going to be dismissed so easily. I fought back. I jumped
up out of the water and grabbed his shoulders and forced him backwards with
all my might until he fell. He landed ass first on the floor of the pool.
Immediately, I darted over him, but his hands seized me again and pulled me
against himself. We sat motionless under the water for a few seconds and
Dad gave me a smile.  I noticed him looking at me in that odd way again. It
sent shivers of excitement through my body. It was the same look he had
given me in the shower, but which I had foolishly dismissed as my
imagination.

Soon afterwards he loosened his grip and I escaped. I darted over to the
quarter and went up for air. "I got it, I got it!" I said excitedly holding
my arm in the air.

"You sure did boy! You're turning into quite a strong young man too," he
said chuckling.

We were both breathing heavily from our exertion as we walked over to relax
against the side of the pool. A moment later Dad directed me to stand in
front of him. Then I felt his hands squeezing and rubbing my shoulders.  It
sent shocks throughout my body as I nearly buckled from pleasure.  He
continued rubbing my shoulders for a few minutes and then moved to my arms
and rubbed the small mounds of muscle between his massive hands. It was
incredible.

I knew he was giving me a massage, as he had done before when I played
little league baseball. After a game, I had complained about being sore
when he introduced the wonderful technique to me. But now it was slightly
different than I remembered. It seemed more sensual now and definitely more
sexual, at least as far as my mind went.  What he was thinking and feeling,
I could only guess.

While he was rubbing my arms, he made a comment about how strong and grown
up I was getting.  It made me feel kinda proud that he noticed. I had been
working out with weights and I felt pride for the first time in my efforts.

Then his hands moved to the base of my neck and squeezed it gently but
firmly. My body tingled from pleasure and I let out a moan in gratitude. He
continued for a minute or two and then rubbed my head gently. I felt
completely relaxed (and aroused) when he finished.

He then asked if I would mind rubbing his shoulders a little. I did so
without hesitation, aching at the chance to touch his firm, strong body. I
hopped up on the deck surrounding the pool so I could work on him, while he
positioned himself between my legs. I tried to sit far enough away from him
so that my hard member wouldn't poke him in the back.

Surely he had noticed I was standing at full attention when I got out. But
instead of trying to ease forward away from it, he seemed to be easing in
toward it. Finally, I stopped trying to adjust myself and let my tool press
against his back.

While I was rubbing his shoulders, I got a good view of his cock when I
looked over his shoulders.  It was dangling happily between his legs. It
seemed to be a lot bigger than I had remembered from this morning, but that
could have just been the water too. I wasn't quite sure.

In any case, I moved my hands over his shoulders and he told me to be as
rough as I could. I applied additional pressure. "That's it son, Oh yeah,
that feels great!" he said moaning in between. Hearing him moan really
added motivation to my task. I worked my hands firmly over his muscular
shoulders, back and neck, enjoying the feeling of his wet, solid body.
Every time I hit a spot he really enjoyed, he would let out a moan and then
pushing back into my erect cock. Naturally, I tried to find all the good
spots!

After that, I moved to his biceps and it took both of my hands just to get
around one. He lifted his arm in approval and to give me better access. I
massaged them as best as I could, squeezing them rough and working in
between the muscles with my fingers. Dad seemed to be in a trance as he
moaned and closed his eyes.

After I had worked on both muscles, the chill in the cool night air became
unbearable even with the towel over my shoulders. I started to tremble
noticeably. Dad suggested I get into the pool again and thanked me for the
massage.

There were some wide steps leading out of the pool and Dad lead me over to
them and told me to sit down. I did as he suggested, finding a step that
was just the right height for only my head to be out of the water. Dad
knelt down by my feet and grabbed one in his hand and started rubbing the
sole, working his finger up and down the center and then squeezing it
firmly between both his hands.  If felt incredible. Then he worked his
fingers between my toes and squeezed every toe firmly between his thumb and
forefinger. It felt great to have his large rough hands rubbing all over my
feet.

Then He looked at me lying there and "that look" in his eyes had returned.
He had a perfect view of my entire body at this angle, the lights of the
pool showing every part of me to him. My tower of lust was still standing
too in full (underwater) view and he just looked at me and smiled. Not a
word was said, as he continued to move to my other foot and then gradually
started to work on my calve muscles, squeezing them as he had my arms. Then
he worked up to the muscles on my upper legs and thighs. The sparks he sent
through my body were almost enough to make me shoot and if he had proceeded
just an inch further up, that would have been the result.

But to my dismay, he finished up with my thighs and said we needed to get
back to the trailer.  I was desperately hoping I would get the chance to
rub his feet and his legs too, but as we got out of the pool I realized why
he probably didn't want me to: Dad had a boner! His cock was enormous!
There was no mistaking it; Dad was Aroused!

I delighted in seeing this, I can tell you! Finally, we were on even
ground! I noticed he didn't look my direction for a minute, and turned as
if trying to avoid having me see his swelled cock.

"No use trying to pull those wet shorts on boy, just wrap your towel around
you," he said, obviously embarrassed at his predicament.  He quickly
grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist and tried with all his
might to wrap it as tightly as possible He walked in front of me all the
way to the trailer, trying to keep me from seeing his aroused state.

Once we got back, Mom was already asleep. The baby was in the bedroom with
her, so Dad snuck in and got us some dry underwear. Once he came back, we
both dropped our towels put on our under shorts. Dad's cock had nearly
returned to normal while mine was still up and running. After we put on our
boxers the most peculiar thing happened.  Dad hugged me and then kissed my
forehead! I couldn't remember the last time that had happened, but it had
been a long while.

Dad had never been a real touchy- feely type person, but here I was, locked
in a firm embrace with him. It was amazing. I could feel his heart beating
against mine and the warmth of his body pressing against me! I truly hoped
it would never end. (It lasted nearly a minute!)

Then he looked down at me with sincere eyes and said, "I love you son," in
a most heartfelt and touching way.  "Thanks for the massage," he added and
smiled.  He then mocked a serious tone and said, "Now, get to bed, Pronto."
He shot me one final grin, tousled my hair and headed for his bedroom.

I was speechless to say the least! What another wonderful day it had been
for me!  I was beginning to think it could never get any better than
this. I knew for the first time in my life that my Dad loved me. I had
always believed that he loved me, but now I really knew that he did.  His
whole identity changed to me in those days. I had always thought of him as
a good father, but one that was emotionally distant and someone that I
didn't really know inside.  Now instead, he became someone that I not only
began to like and respect as a person, but someone who I lusted after and
wanted to be intimate with and I began to fall in love.

As all the erotic moments of the day passed through my mind, sleep over
took me and I fell into a warm slumber, comforted by that thought that
someone truly loved me and for the first time, I knew it.



Day 4

We started out pretty early in the morning. Mom was cooking breakfast on
her compact stove.  I decided to head to the shower, since I didn't get one
the night before and I could still smell the chlorine from the pool.

Dad was still asleep in the bed next to the shower. I made a little noise
in an effort to try to wake him. I was hoping secretly that he would want
to take a shower with me.  Stripping in front of him became effortless now,
but it gave me a thrill just the same.  I wished that he would wake up, sit
on the edge of the bed and give me another thorough inspection.

He continued sleeping however, so I got the shower running, stepped in and
started washing myself firmly as my dad had shown me. I dropped the soap a
couple of times and elbowed the side of the shower wall, hoping to cause
some noise. I looked out from behind the shower curtain, and noticed Dad
was still sleeping. Damn! I thought to myself. I finally gave up and
decided to take care of my business.

What I really needed was to jerk off. I had been too tired to do it the
night before, so this was as good a time as any. I actually hesitated for a
minute though. Although I would have loved for Dad to shower with me or see
me naked again, having him catch me jacking off was not what I wanted right
then. He had already seen me naked, seen me take a leak and felt of my
equipment, but to see another guy playing was very personal indeed.  So I
peeked around the curtain again, this time instead, wanting him to be
asleep.  He was, or at least appeared to be, so I quietly began stroking
off.

Pleasure soon overtook me and before I knew what I was doing, I started
moaning. I Stopped, scared that I had made too much noise now, and I peeked
again to be on the safe side. Still sleeping, I thought to myself with
relief. I continued once again, making sure to be as quiet as possible. It
didn't take long for me to bring myself to the brink. Images of Dad's naked
body and Dad touching me in the pool and "Oh yeah...!" I said in a
semi-whisper, "Oh, uh, UH..." Just as my dick began to shoot it's large
white load, the shower curtain was opened and Dad was standing there!

"You alright son?" he said in his husky concerned voice. It didn't take
half a second for him to realize what he was seeing as he looked into my
face and then casually glanced down; my dick in my hand and cum oozing out
of it and me with my jaw dropped and my face turning from peach to red
instantaneously.  If I could have slid down the water drain, I would have
done so.

Dad noticed my extreme embarrassment, while taken aback himself for a
moment, made light of the situation and simply said..."That's a big load
there boy, keep up the good work."  Then he threw me a big smile and gently
let the shower curtain close and took a piss.

He acted as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. I felt a huge
amount of relief in that he didn't freak out at catching me and that he
didn't apologize like crazy and quickly close the shower curtain.  That
would have made me feel even worse. Instead, he not only made me feel that
was I was doing was fine, but he even commended my efforts in doing it!

Moments later, as I washed myself off, he opened the shower curtain again
and handed me a towel.  "Get dried up stud, we gotta a lot of driving to do
today."

"Uh, yes Sir, " I said in a somewhat humbled voice. I dried off in the
shower and wrapped my towel around my waist. Not long after that, we were
on the road again.

The day went by quickly. Thoughts of the day's events streamed through my
head as I napped during the trip. Having been caught by Dad during my most
private moment started to change from being embarrassing into being
something erotic and exciting.

As I napped in the car, I remember fantasizing about the moment in the
shower; wishing he would have gotten in the shower with me and helped me to
clean up after my load had been spent. More than ever I began to want Dad
to be sexually intimate with me. We had thus far covered a lot of bases,
but still my ultimate desire had not been reached. I didn't really know if
anything more would happen between us.

Up to this point, nothing out of the ordinary had really happened, or
nothing anyway that could have been considered real sexual contact. I began
to doubt that anything more would happen between us.  But then a comforting
image invaded my mind." The Look". The look in his eyes at the public
showers and at the pool and his aroused state after my massage.  It
rejuvenated my hopes that something else might just happen.  I knew "the
look" had been real and there was definitely no mistaking (or overlooking:)
his nearly hard cock I just hoped that it would lead to some further
interaction between us. How I longed for Dad's body to be pressed against
mine and how I longed to share an intimate bond with him.

We drove late into the night. We had planned to visit some of our relatives
in Las Vegas and we didn't stop until we got there. Tired from our trip, we
decided to get to bed early so we could conduct our visit first thing in
the morning.

For a while I lay there thinking of the events during the trip. I started
to have fantasies of Dad and me feeling each other and kissing each other
and just as I was getting aroused sleep overtook me and I drifted into
peaceful slumber.

Little did I know the best was yet to come...

Hope you liked the story so far...  Let me know if you did.

greensalvin@yahoo.com