Date: Fri, 05 Jul 2002 12:32:28 -0500
From: Salvin Saar <greensalvin@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Vacation to Manhood" Part 3

My Vacation to Manhood-- Part 3
By Salvin Saar

Day 5

I awoke the next morning to find Dad in his boxers standing above me.
"Time to get up, Champ" he said as he gently shook my naked shoulder.  I
looked up at him, squinting from the bright morning light, as he smiled
down at me. I nodded back at him groggily and then traced his hairy body
downward.  Then something caught my eye. The front of his boxers was
narrowly exposing his cock! What a way to wake up, I thought happily.

"Uh...morning Dad," I said finally in a half whisper and then gave him a
big smile.  He playfully rubbed my head and then went back to the bedroom
to get dressed.

Mom and the baby were already dressed and she had made a big breakfast.
"We're going over to see Aunt Lynn and Uncle Harry. Make sure you wear
something nice," she said as I passed her.

"OK,. Mom," I said and headed into the back.

I closed the partition and saw Dad shaving at the sink next to the
toilet. Without any embarrassment this time, I pulled my boxers down below
my ass and started to take piss. I felt the same familiar rush of
excitement exposing myself to him.

"Did you sleep alright last night son?" He said while shaving under his
chin.

"Yes Sir, I slept great," I said trying to concentrate on hitting the
water.

"I'll bet you did son," he said casually looking at my spurting cock from
the corner of his eyes. "Some things help a man to sleep real good don't
they son?"  he said grinning sexily.

"Yes Sir, uh..." I wasn't quite sure what he was talking about but I
assumed he was probably making a reference to jerking off. Having been
caught in the shower, I guessed being ribbed a little was something I could
expect.

"Your mom wants you to look your best today for your Aunt and Uncle. I
think it may be about time for you to start shaving."

Although I did have a little fuzz on my face, I was sort of proud of it and
didn't really want to shave it all off just yet.

"Do I have to Dad? It's just starting to come in and I kinda like it."

"I know how you feel son. I felt the same way when I started to get hair on
my face. But once you start shaving, it will grow in even thicker."

That thought kind of excited me, so I agreed (not that I could really
reject the offer anyway.) "Come stand beside me son," he said. I finished
pissing, shook (thoroughly) pulled up my boxers and positioned myself next
to him by the sink.

He put some shaving cream on his hand and proceeded to apply it to my
face. He did this very carefully, one hand holding the bottom of my chin as
he directed my face to turn so he could get good coverage. Then he rubbed
his hand over my cheeks and under my chin. Once he had applied enough, he
looked me in the eyes, smiled gently and began to shave me.

His gaze penetrated every nuance of my face. At first I felt invaded by his
proximity, but I adjusted quickly. I examined his face too. He had just
shaved, but I could still see the dark shadow of hair beneath waiting to
come forth once again.  His mustache had been trimmed neatly and he looked
incredibly sexy.

He carefully shaved my face as not to nip me. I felt like a delicate
sculpture piece beneath the warmth of his hands; his touch made me tingle.

"Make sure you always shave in a downward motion when you start shaving on
your own son. You don't want to cut yourself." He stepped behind me so I
could see myself in the mirror and shaved my cheek carefully downward to
demonstrate. As he stood behind me, he had one hand around me shaving me,
while the other hand held my face in position.

Because he was still a good deal taller, I could feel his hairy, warm
stomach on my mid back and his chest nestled against my upper shoulders. It
felt fantastic having his naked flesh pressed against mine. But what I
noticed most was something pressing right above my briefs.  Is that his
cock? I wondered in silent excitement. It was not hard, but a definite
presence and I felt it shift as he adjusted himself to get a better angle
on my face.

In my mind I pictured the narrow slit in his boxers and his manhood
flopping gently out as he moved about me from behind. Ever so slightly I
adjusted my lower body backward to get a better feel. I was positive that
his cock was touching my back and it sent torrents of excitement throughout
my entire body.  He didn't seem to notice the pleasure I was having as he
continued shaving every hair on my face. When he was done, I looked like I
never had hair there to begin with.

"Now you look like a nice young man again," he said. He adjusted himself
before I had a chance to see if his cock was sticking out, then grabbed a
towel and wiped the excess shaving cream from my face. "Now you need a
little after-shave son; this may sting a little." He put some after-shave
on his hands and applied it to my face. It did sting a little, but I just
relished the feel of his hands to give much notice.

"There you go son, all done. Now get dressed." He patted me on the butt
before closing the door and headed to the kitchen. I picked out some
clothes and after breakfast we made our way to the relatives.

Once we got there, Mom and Dad started to talking to my Aunt and Uncle and
I was left in the living room to watch television. After nearly 2 hours of
watching infomercials and soaps, I decided to take a little stroll
outside. It was very hot and dry. It must have been at least 100 degrees. I
was only outside for half an hour before my Dad and Uncle came up to me.

"Your Uncle has invited us to go to his country club for some
racquetball. You wanna come along, Champ?"

"Sure Dad," I said trying not to sound too excited.  Anything sounded fun
compared to being bored to death, I thought to myself as we got in the car
and left.

Once we got to the Country Club my Uncle checked us in and got us some
equipment. Then we headed for the courts.  My Uncle had a lot of friends at
the club, so he ended up playing in the court next to ours. The courts were
like huge white boxes, with only one small window on each door. I had to
duck down just to get through the tiny opening. It made me feel a little
claustrophobic to say the least.

Since I had never played racquetball before, Dad explained how it worked. I
was surprised that he knew how to play. "I used to play a lot when I was in
the military," he explained.

Once he had explained the rules, we started. I had played tennis before and
was pretty good , but this game really threw me for a loop! In tennis the
ball never bounced off a wall and went in an unexpected direction. Dad was
way ahead of me in points by the time I adjusted even a bit.

As I was getting accustomed to the game (and making up some lost ground),
Dad swatted a ball extremely hard and it came smashing into my crotch. I
felt nothing for the first few seconds, but then I went down for the count.

Pain as I had only felt on two other occasions gripped me. My stomach
seized up, and I could hardly catch my breath. Dad realized what had
happened and quickly came over to me and kneeled next to me on the ground.

"You O.K. son?"he said obviously concerned. I was in too much pain to speak
at that time. "Just lay back and breath deep, it will pass in minute." He
positioned my head on his knees and made me lay with my back flat on the
floor. He rubbed my forehead and hair as I lay against him, still clenching
my teeth in pain.

"I better take a look to see if everything's OK." Dad leaned forward and
fumbled with the waistband of my shorts and underwear. I felt him lift them
up.  He moved his hand gently in, although it was the last place I wanted
anyone to touch just then. He carefully examined each testicle, moving his
fingers around them and squeezed softly. Once he was finished, he withdrew
his hand.

"Looks like your still gonna be able to make babies," he said with a gentle
smile.  After a minute he helped me to sit up next to him. He rubbed my
back under my shirt until I felt better. Then he put my arm over his
shoulder and lifted me up.  "Let's call it a day son and go sit in the hot
tub," he said softly and helped me limp out the door.

We went to the locker room and after a few minutes I felt normal again. My
balls still ached a little, but the gripping pain had gone. We both
undressed (a sight I always enjoyed) and headed for the Jacuzzi with only
our towels wrapped around us. Dad took off his towel and slid into the warm
bubbling water; I quickly followed suit.

It was a big Jacuzzi and could have easily fit 5 adult men.  Luckily there
were just the two of us to enjoy it. I lay back in the water letting the
bubbles caress my skin and Dad, who had assumed the seat facing me, lay his
head back, sighed a couple of times and stretched his legs out, resting his
feet on a stoop just below my crotch. We talked about racket ball for a
while and his experience being hit in the balls before. He then casually
moved his foot up and rubbed his toes gingerly against my balls and asked
how they were feeling.

"Still a little sore," I said blushing as my cock began harden from his
unexpected touch.

"Well, they'll be good as new in no time," he assured me. "I wouldn't want
you to miss any important activities on account of a stray ball." He said
laughing a little.

He was silent for a moment as if contemplating and then...

"How long have you been playing with yourself son?" he asked casually as if
it were an everyday question. Shocked by the question, I couldn't focus on
an answer right away. I began to look away as if thinking hard about the
question.

"I guess since about last year," I said shyly. I was actually quite shocked
that he had dared to ask such a question. (It sort of turned me on too!)

 "How did you learn ?" he asked in a gentle but inquisitive manner.
 I acted as if I were thinking again, trying to recall a memory from
numerous years ago. Did I tell him I learned from another guy? Was he going
to think I was weird if I did? I wasn't really prepared for a question like
that, so I decided to lie.

"I just sort of figured it out, I guess?" I said not daring to look at him.

"Oh, I see,"he said softy. Just by the tone in his voice, I could tell he
didn't really buy that answer, but I didn't want to indict myself just yet.

Then Dad looked away from me, caught in a memory.  "Well, I guess I started
when I was about your age too. My older brother showed me how to do it. He
was 16 at the time. I caught him doing it in the bathroom one day. He told
me to drop my pants and do it too. I've been doing it ever since."  He
shifted his attention back to me and smiled gently.

Dad's candid talk about jerking off took me by complete surprise.  I felt
both excited and unnerved in hearing him tell me this highly personal event
in his life.  He sensed my uneasiness and looked me square in the eyes.
"It's just a normal thing boys do when they become men, son. It's nothing
to be ashamed of or embarrassed about."

I decided to confess my previous lie.  "Well dad, to be honest, I learned
how to do it from an older boy too," I said looking back down into the
water.

 "Oh, I see. Why didn't you just tell me that son?" he said gently.

"I guess I was afraid you'd think I was weird if I told you I learned how
to do it from another guy."

 "Well, how else are you supposed to learn son? Women don't have the
equipment to show you how to do it," he said chuckling.

 "I guess I hadn't thought about that Dad."

"Well, I always expect the truth from you son, understand? Nothing you
could ever tell me would make me think you were weird. I love you no matter
what."

"Yes Sir" I said feeling ashamed for lying. Then Dad brushed his toes
against my crotch and noticed my rock hard cock.

"Looks like you're gonna be making babies again sooner than expected," he
said laughing a little.

"Go on son, take care of that monster so we can get out of here. I can't
have you walkin' around a men's locker room like that," he said comically.

At first I didn't know what he meant.  "What do you mean Dad?" I said
looking at him.

"You know," he said, making a motion with his hand that any cum shooting
guy would recognize.

"You want me to jerk off? Now!?  Here!?"  I said indeed surprised and
almost mortified"

"Go ahead son, there's no one in here and I'll keep a look out. Jerking off
in a Jacuzzi is a great; you'll love it. Hell, I'll may even join you."

The whole scenario began to excite me more and more. Jacking off in front
of Dad in a hot tub? I didn't think it could get any better than this.

But reality was different than fantasy. Sure the thought of jacking off in
front of my Dad excited me, but actually doing it was another thing all
together.  I felt extremely self conscious as I reached down to touch
myself.

Dad seemed to sense my hesitation and uneasiness, so he started to jerk
himself off to show me it was alright. It worked like a charm.

I slowly began to rub my hard dick. I could feel the bubbly jets of water
hitting against it and hitting against my balls. But it wasn't only the
bubbles I could feel.  Dad's foot had become nestled under my nuts and I
could feel him wiggling his toes slightly against them.

I looked over at Dad while he looked at me.  We were nearly mirror images
of each other. Both our right arms moved slowly in a back and forth motion
and lust filled pleasure was the expression in our face.

"How's it feelin' son?" He asked in his sexy masculine voice as he
continued stroking.

"It feels awesome Dad!" I said nearly moaning.  I closed my eyes as if to
convey the pleasure I was feeling. When I opened my eyes again, I saw "the
look" in Dad's eyes. I recognized it immediately. His smile had diminished
and I could see only passion in his eyes. He was looking straight at me as
his arm began to move faster and faster. I matched his speed stroke for
stroke until it looked as if we were a well-tuned machine, my eyes never
faltering from his.

Our breathing began to deepen and our chests began to rise faster and
faster. I felt like a runaway locomotive down a steep mountain slope,
unable to stop the momentum of my arm.

We both began to moan and grown until the moment of ecstasy was at hand. I
began to thrust my hips as if I were riding a bull and I felt Dad's feet
pushing up harder against my nuts.

"Shoot for me son. Come on boy; shoot a good load for Daddy! Make me proud
boy," he said in an aggressive voice as his arm began moving even faster.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah Dad!" I said aroused by his words as my own arm worked
furiously back and forth. As I was about to shoot my load, I groaned "I'm
cummin, I'm cummin' Dad!"

"Shoot it son! Shoot it for me baby!" He said knowing the moment was at
hand..

Then Dad moved slowly forward and I felt his hand cup my balls and rub them
gently up and down. I looked into his eyes until my eyes were forced shut
by sheer erotic pleasure. I shuttered violently as massive loads of teen
cream exploded forth into the bubbling water. Pleasure coursed through my
entire body as I expelled the liquid lust from my throbbing cock.  Dad's
intense look was still focused on me when I opened my eyes again. I looked
at him dazed and awe struck.  He mouthed the words "Good boy" as I lay
helpless in the throws of supreme ecstasy. I had never experienced an
orgasm of such magnitude and severity in all my life. I was dumbfounded. I
was in heaven!

I could see in Dad's eyes that he was going to shoot any second as his arm
moved vigorously and his chest heaved quickly. He began breathing heavily
and started moaning loudly.  To my astonishment, he rose out of the water,
and for the first time I could see his enormous erect cock and his hand
furiously pumping it; his nuts slapping violently against his thighs.

"Oh yeah; OH yeah, OHHH!" he howled lustily over and over again. Then
tassels of man cum blasted towards me, impacting on my face, neck and
shoulders.  He continued squirting his load for nearly half a minute before
he began flicking his huge cock forward like a fishing pole, expelling more
of the white seed from his enormous swollen rod.

I licked my lips and tasted for the first time the true elixir of man. I've
never forgotten exactly what it felt, smelled and tasted like; the warm and
slick texture, the salty/sweet and bitter taste and the acrid smell; the
smell of a manhood. I'd finally found the missing ingredient to the smell
in shower room. And this time I was never to forget it as the events of
that day were permanently burned into my memory.

Dad stood almost quivering from shooting his great white load. Then he
leaned down and kissed me softly on the cheek. The sensation sent sparks
through my exhausted body. He then wiped his hand gently over my face, neck
and shoulder removing the remnants of his disbursed load. He sat down
slowly beside me and put his arm around over my shoulders as we both
enjoyed the aftermath of our climax. I leaned my head on his chest and
listened to the sound of his beating heart; it's pace gradually slowing
with mine. We sat there, awestruck for several minutes. I really enjoyed
feeling his naked body pressed against mine. Shortly after that, Dad
regained himself.

"That was great son; I needed that; more than you know." he said quietly.
"Come on Champ, time to get out," he said.

We made one final dunk into the Jacuzzi to get rid of any residue. Then we
both got out, dried off, and headed back to the locker room.

The showers, unlike the Jacuzzi, were not empty. There were at least half a
dozen men showing. Having been seen naked by Dad was one thing, but being
seen naked by half a dozen strangers (grown men) was another issue
entirely. I told Dad that I'd rather wait until we got home to shower.

"Nonsense, son," he said. "You're going to take a shower here with the
other men.  There's nothing to be bashful about. They've all seen other men
naked and you're no different." I followed behind Dad, very nervous about
the whole situation when we got to the showers.

The other guys were soaping up, washing all over and turned our direction
as soon as we got there as if to welcome us to the fold. My Uncle was in
the shower with some of his friends and began to introduce Dad and me to
them. Dad continued to talk with them, while he freely removed his towel
and hung it up on the rack.  Then he walked behind me and ripped my towel
away, exposing me to all the other men. He patted my ass and motioned for
me to follow him. I was going red in the face, but I just kept my head
focused on Dad and followed him to the one available shower nozzle.

My Uncle looked me over as I walked by and told me how grown up I had
become. So here I was stark naked in front of 5 strange men, all who didn't
seem to make any effort to hide their peering eyes from inspecting my young
man's body. In fact they seemed to relish looking at me and talking to me,
and washing their manhood when I talked to them. I washed myself
thoroughly, afraid Dad would try to show me how to do it again in front of
the other men.

After the shower, we all got out together as if moving in a herd and dried
off (eyes still prying). I began to enjoy myself however.  I felt a true
bonding experience with the other men. I also got to see six naked men and
six flopping dicks, varying in look and size. I enjoyed the view and the
variety immensely!

My dad, my uncle and me got dressed shortly after that and headed for his
house, where an early dinner had been prepared. We had a succulent feast of
roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy and all the fixings and for dessert
we had a most awesome chocolate cream pie. Afterward we talked and played
cards well into the evening, until it came time to leave.

Mom, who had been feeling a little under the weather, (or that's what she
said anyway) decided she was going to stay at our Aunt and Uncle's house
that night with the baby, so Dad and me drove back to the camper.  Both of
us were tired from a long day once we got there.

"We better hit the hay son." We both brushed our teeth and got ready for
bed. I was still finishing up when I turned to say goodnight to Dad who was
already nestled in bed.

"Why don't you keep me company tonight son, there's plenty of room," he
said as he patted the empty space next to him.

"Alright Dad," I said timidly trying not to sound too anxious. Excitement
filled me as I turned off the bathroom light and headed toward his
bed. Only the bedside lamp was still on as I approached.

Dad lifted up the covers for me to get in. He was completely naked
underneath and I felt my heart skip a beat.  I started to get in...

"Take those boxers off son. You're nearly a man now. It's time you tried
sleeping like one." he said flatly. I could tell by his tone he was
serious. Who was I to refuse, I thought to myself.

I dropped my underwear and got under the uplifted covers. Dad shot me a
grin as I got in. My leg rubbed up against Dad's as I adjusted myself on my
side facing away from him. Then I turned off the light.

Dad kissed me on the cheek and said good night. Within a few minutes he was
breathing heavily and I knew sleep had overtaken him.  I was so excited
sleeping next to him, I couldn't go to sleep right away.

Dad started tossing and turning and little by little he had closed the gap
between us until I could feel the front of his hairy body pressed against
my smooth back.

Then his arm crept over my shoulder until his hand rested comfortable on my
chest. His started caressing me, sending tingles of excitement through my
body.  I wondered silently if he was rubbing my chest on purpose or just
doing it out of habit from sleeping with mom all these years.

The last words of the night put my question to rest.

"I love you, Champ." Dad whispered softly in my ear.

I smiled from ear to ear and then we both fell into peaceful slumber.


If you like the story so far, let me know and I shall continue.

Thanks,
greensalvin@yahoo.com

P.S. Thanks to all who have written to tell me you liked the other
chapters.  You are the reason I write stories!