Date: Tue, 09 Jul 2002 04:27:45 -0500
From: Salvin Saar <greensalvin@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Vacation to Manhood" Part 4

My Vacation to Manhood--Part 4
by Salvin Saar

Day 6

I awoke early the next morning.  Dad snored softly in my ear.  It was quiet
and I was glad to be alone with my thoughts for a moment.  Dad was pressed
against me, his furry arm holding me as if I were a life preserver in
troubled waters. The warmth of his body emanated and his masculine scent
filled my nostrils as I took a deep breath. I knew I'd never tire of his
virile aroma.

I began reminiscing about the preceding day; in the hot tub with Dad, the
nice morning shave and showering in the men's locker room.  It all seemed a
little unreal, but as I recalled details of these events it began to sink
in.

What enthralled me the most was the whisper in my ear.
 "I Love You, Champ," Dad had said. He hadn't accidentally embraced me.  He
wasn't subconsciously rubbing my chest, thinking perhaps my mother lay
beside him. He stroked me, held me close and he knew it!

Once again doubts crept into my mind, dampening my happy thoughts.  Perhaps
he just wanted someone to hold on to and I was in the right place at the
right time. Maybe things would return to the way they were and nothing
further would happen once he awoke.

But as I lay in thought, the feeling of Dad's warm arm holding my chest
quickly followed by the realization that his manhood was pressing softly
against my rear, chased my doubts away. I couldn't stop the smile that
spread across my face as my heart lifted.

I had opened my eyes and gazed out at the first morning light. It must have
been around 5:30am or so. I decided to sleep a little more, but first I had
to relieve the pressing on my bladder.

I quietly slid from underneath Dad's arm and staggered to the toilet. I
felt grown up in my proud nude glory. As my stream struck the water, the
sound pierced the silence around. I aimed at the top part of the water rim
and tried to keep from sounding out too loudly so Dad could sleep. Once my
task was complete, I walked back to the bed and crawled under the warm
covers.

I lay hoping to feel Dad's warm embrace again. Within moments his arm moved
to cover me. Silent joy filled me. This time he adjusted his head right
next to mine and whispered "Good morning son," softly in my ear. His warm
words send a tingle of excitement though my body.

"Good morning Dad," I whispered back with a smile.

Dad began rubbing his warm hand over my shoulders, arm and chest. "Turn
over son," he said in a hushed morning whisper.  I turned over toward him,
his eyes still closed, as he brought my head and nuzzled it below his chin
and hugged me against him. His hand caressed my back for a moment and then
moved slowly to the globes of my ass.

We lay pressed together for a time, dozing in and out. His soft chest hair
tickled my face while I savored his masculine scent. I could also feel the
soft beating of his heart against my face as I basked in the safety of his
protective arms. This was the place I most wanted to be in the world, and I
had finally arrived. This was my Heaven; my Garden of Eden; my Xanadu.

No matter how much I try, I could never come close to explaining how much
love, satisfaction and bliss I felt at that moment in time.

Eventually something pressing against my hand caught my attention.  Almost
unconsciously I moved my hand to investigate.  When I realized what I had
found, my eyes popped open for an instant.  Dad was at full mast! It may
have just been his morning woody for all I knew, but whatever it was, it
was huge.

Quickly I moved my hand away, feeling embarrassed that I had touched his
manhood and not sure whether he would approve. I silently hoped he had
drifted back to sleep when..."Don't be afraid son," Dad said softly, "you
can touch me if you want to; I know you're curious." Well, I had not really
meant to grab him, but he was offering, so who was I to refuse?

I reached slowly back toward his rod and began to caress it softly with my
fingers; first tracing the head, then squeezing the soft fleshy crown
gently between my thumb and fingers. I felt Dad twitch slightly as I
fondled his rod.  I felt the eye of his long obelisk and the head expanded
slightly from my touch.

I moved my hand forward, down the length of his shaft, with my fingers on
one side and my thumb on the other. It was very large indeed and I could
not quite touch finger to thumb due to the circumference. Once I arrived at
the base, I reasoned, why stop here? He did invite me after all. So I
rubbed my hand through the pubic hair above his hard member, feeling
through the curls of his underbrush and amazed at the abundance and
thickness of it.

I moved my exploration slowly and casually southward to the huge round
sacks from which my life began. I groped each orb extensively. Deciding to
feel their combined mass in my hand, I cupped them gently, amazed by the
size and weight of the furry man eggs. They were heavy indeed and I guessed
they needed to be emptied.

Dad, his eyes still closed and breathing softly, seemed to like the
attention because after a few minutes of my exam, I detected moisture well
above my wrist.  I looked down under the covers and as the light penetrated
through, I could see a glisten from the head of his thick pole.

Wanting to inquire further, I reached back down and discovered a slick
substance that began to saturate my fingers. The slippery essence
lubricated the head as I moved my fingers around. I was fascinated because
only moments earlier there had been no trace of it.

"You better stop that now son, or daddies gonna make a big mess," Dad said
humorously and perhaps a little embarrassed.

"Yes sir," I said obviously disappointed.

 Dad got up, kissed me on the forehead as he got out of bed (his cock still
very much erect) and headed for the latrine as his proud manly member
bobbed up and down. He stood there for a moment straining and then I heard
his heavy burden come crashing down into the water below. He made no effort
to conceal his task as I had, his stream gushing down, making a deep solid
sound.  He shook his fleshy tube thoroughly and returned to bed.

He raised the covers and exposed the hard mast between my own legs to his
view.  "You're UP early this morning," he said with a warm grin on his face
as he looked at my teen cock and climbed back in.  "Yes Sir," I said,
cheeks burning.

He got back under the warm covers and once again took me into his embrace.
I could feel his now softening rod pressing against me. He hugged me firmly
as if to get warm. "Did you sleep alright?" he said lightly.

"Yeah, I slept great Dad," which was no lie. "Probably the best night of
sleep I've had in a long time," I said to compliment him.

"I'm glad to hear that son." A few moments later he moved to a semi-upright
position and leaned against the headboard as my head rested on his chest.

"Son there is something I need to talk to you about, " he said in a very
earnest voice.  I wasn't sure what he was going to say, but I felt it
probably had something to do with the two of us.

 "Yes Sir?" I said innocently, sensing immediately that it was not going to
be something I wanted to hear.

"You're mom didn't want me to tell you this until after our trip because
she didn't want to spoil anything for you, but I think you are ready to
hear what I have to tell you. It's not going to be easy to say, and it's
not going to be easy to hear, but please try to understand."

My thoughts were going crazy now as I hung on every word. I readied myself,
looked up at his face as he looked into mine and said "Alright Dad, go
ahead."

 He took a deep breath… "Son, your mom and me are having some problems
in our relationship.  We've tried to work it out for your sake and your
brother's, but we're both really unhappy and we feel it's time to get on
with our lives."

Then Dad looked me in the eyes with the most serious and sober expression I
had ever seen.

"Son, you're mom and me are getting a divorce."

I was in complete shock, the look on my face reflecting that.  Dad sighed
heavily and looked away from me. I could tell the words hadn't been easy
for him to say. I could see in a hint of moisture in his eyes.

"We feel awful to put you through this, but sometimes we have to do what's
right for us too." Dad paused for a moment, looked away and then back to
me.

"It's going to be a rough adjustment, but please try to understand that
it's for the best. Me and your mother are still friends and I think that
will make this a whole lot easier on everyone."

"No Dad, no..." I said hoping it was a joke, but knowing it was not.

I was still in a state of shock, but as the words began to sink in deeper
and deeper, tears started streaming down my face. Dad started rubbing my
back gently.

"I'm so sorry son," Dad said tenderly as a tear fell down his face too. " I
love you so much. You know the last thing I'd want to do it hurt you, but
I've tried and tried to make it work and so has your mom, but we just can't
do it anymore; it's just no use." Dad's voice was quivering and it was
obvious he was extremely distressed at telling me this news.

After a moment in heavy thought, Dad composed himself and continued.

"Your Mom's decided she wants to live near her family, so her and the baby
are going to be staying with your Aunt and Uncle until they have a place of
their own. I'm going to find a place in San Diego as soon as I sell the
house in Texas. I really want us to live as close as possible, but I don't
want to live in Las Vegas.  There are better jobs for me in San Diego, plus
some of my family is there too.

Dad looked at me closely again, "As far as where you go, that is a choice
we want you to make.  Naturally I would like for you to stay with
me. You're growing up and I think it's important for you to have your old
man around to keep you out of trouble. But I'm not going to pressure you. I
just want you to think about your options and tell me after you've had some
time to think on it. No matter what happens we are always going to see each
other and spend a lot of time together."

Dad lifted his hand to my face and began to brush the tears away, and
whispered "I'm really sorry son; I hope you'll forgive us someday. Never
forget how much we love you." He put his arms around me and I put my arms
around him and we hugged in a naked embrace as my tears impacted on his
shoulders and back.

He held me for a long time, comforting me, rubbing my back and whispering
 "It's gonna be all right son" in my ear. Throughout my life so far, I had
never even thought of the possibility that my parents might separate and
now I was faced with that grim reality for the first time, feeling somewhat
stupid for not having had some idea that things were not going well between
them.

They had never really argued in front of me and although they never talked
a great deal, I assumed everything was fine. I had many friends whose
parents were either divorced or separated and as I recalled them, I
realized that at some point they were probably crying just as I was
now. For the first time I understood what they must have gone through. It
actually made me feel better to know that I wasn't the only one faced with
this situation.

But right now I was hurt and scared; hurt by the news and scared about my
now uncertain future. Not only was I faced with the divorce of my parents,
but I was also going to be taken away from my home, my friends and
everything that was familiar to me. Essentially I was being forced into a
whole new life!

I decided at that moment that I was owed something for being put through
this.  The extreme emotional disturbance awakened a passion and lust in me
that I had never experienced. I thought that acting now would help me to
suppress this news until I felt like dealing with it.

Slowly, I backed away from my father's embrace as his attention drifted to
my tear soaked face. I was afraid of what I was about to do, but I knew
nothing could stop me from doing it. I moved my head close enough to my
father's face to feel his breath. I closed my eyes, said "I love you Dad,"
and kissed him gently on the lips.

That moment turned into hours as a flurry of thoughts poured through my
head.  What will he do? Will he reject me? Will he brush it off as nothing?
As I retracted, Dad looked me in the eyes as if contemplating what to do
next, then leaned over said "I love you too son," and kissed my lips very
gently, twice.

Relieved that he had returned my affection, I decided to kiss him back once
more, only this time I gave him three small kisses in quick pecks on his
lips.  I felt as if I was a very young child again playing doctor with my
friends for the first time. But my patient was no child and this time he
proved it!

Dad leaned towards me and put his hand gently on the back of my neck and
pulled me towards him. I felt his warm breath as his mouth grew
closer. Then his soft lips pressed securely against mine, his mustache
rubbing playfully against my face. I could feel the tip of his tongue
gently parting my lips as he entered my mouth. It felt as if jolts of
electricity were spiraling out of control throughout my body. I'd never
felt such an intense sensation as I did from that first wet kiss.

He slowly probed my mouth, his tongue jostling with mine. I pushed my
tongue hard against his as if I were attempting to wrestle an invading
stranger. I felt exhilaration from head to toe as our tongue match ensued.

After a minute he pulled away, sat back and looked at me as if he'd done
something wrong. "I'm sorry about that son, I guess I got carried awa…."
But before he could continue I pressed my lips on his again and pushed my
tongue inside his mouth, not wanting him to try and end the event. I knew
what I wanted and Damn It, He owed me!

Something in Dad changed in that moment. The look in his eyes went from
loving and caring to lustful and animalistic. The barrier separating us had
come crashing down and Dad was a slave to his passion. He cupped the back
of my head and started kissing me urgently while stroking my nude body with
his large manly hands, making me tingle as never before. Our fleshy rods
were at full attention and sparred against one another like swordfish
struggling for dominance.

I let my hands roam greedily over Dad's body and felt the smooth mounds of
his firm backside beneath my searching hands. I rubbed his muscular back
and arms as they arched over my body. Then I rubbed my hands through his
short-cropped hair and felt the back of his thick neck as he continued to
pummel me with fiery, lust-filled kisses.

The heat in the trailer intensified leaps and bounds as the sun began to
beat down.  Sweat covered us until we were a writhing mound of glistening
flesh. The scent of our male bodies filled the hot air as we both breathed
heavily from our sexual labors.

Then I felt Dad's hand move between us, searching for prey.  When he
reached it, I jerked as if stung by a wasp, feeling his hand on my enraged
teen cock. He retracted his hand, spat on it and reached down again,
grabbing my hardness resolutely, lubricating it. He then moved to my
side. "Just lay back and relax son. I've wanted to do this for a long
time," he said lustily.

As he commanded, I lay back and watched as his hand began to stoke my man
handle up and down. "I love you so much son," he said, as he again invaded
my mouth with his hot tongue. I knew I wouldn't last long as he continued
to stroke my member, stopping only briefly to re-moisten his stroking hand
with his tongue.

I felt my body start to shudder uncontrollably as Dad's tongue explored the
depths of my mouth. Deeper and deeper inside he probed me as my fountain
began to spew forth. I jerked violently as my climax came to a head. "Oh
Dad, Oh Dad, Oh, OH!"  Dad looked over at my spurting cock "That's good
boy, get it all out!"  he bellowed as his hand continued to stroke me
furiously.  .  Torrents of my white joy erupted and shot on to my stomach,
chest and and onto Dad's stroking arm. Tingles and jolts swept though me in
the wake of my expelling cock, leaving me nearly paralyzed in the throws of
pure ecstacy, the likes of which I had never known!

"Yeah, look what a big boy you are, shootin' all over!" Dad said amazed.
He milked my rod and rubbed my cream in his hand and smeared it onto his
own throbbing pole.

"That felt good son, didn't it," he said sexily as he gave my cock a final
shake. I lay back trying to catch my breath, staring at Dad with bewildered
pleasure in my eyes.

Dad got on his knees, leaned over me and began stroking his veiny cock.
"You wanna see Daddy shoot boy? he said in an unexpected authoritarian way.
"uh..yes sir, Yes Sir!" I said attempting to playing along.  I was startled
by Dad's aggressive tone, yet strangely aroused.

He continued to stroke harder and faster until I knew he was about to
shoot.  The veins in his neck started to palpitate and his face began to
redden as he grew closer and closer to climax. His glistening body began to
shudder as he moved toward my face. "Close you're eyes son, it's cummin!"
he said urgently. " Oh God, OH GOD, It's Cummin, IT'S CUMIN…" he roared.

Dad's hot, thick burden fired onto me, christening my boyish face.  I
savored his liquid warmth on my lips and deeply inhaled the addictive scent
of Dad's virile lust. He continued to moan heftily as gush after gush of
his manly load erupted. After he had exorcized his white demon, he rubbed
his rod over my face, spreading his seed over my countenance. He gave a
final groan of exhilaration before collapsing next to me.

He lay gasping heavily for a few moment before turning toward me.  He then
gently wiped the remnants of his load from my eyelids. As I opened then he
leaned over and gave me a tender, passionate kiss.  Afterward we lay
together, cum and sweat saturated bodies pressed tightly together.

"That was great Dad," I said first, hoping he had enjoyed it even a tenth
as much as I had.

"No son, that was unbelievable!" he said seriously as if he'd never
experienced it before. He lovingly smiled at me, kissed me again softly and
lay back staring at the ceiling in a daze. We lay beside each other and
fell into satisfied sleep.

When I finally awoke, I was alone. Dad was in the kitchen preparing
something to eat. I got up, went to the john and then walked into the
kitchen.

Dad smiled at me as I entered, gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me to
get cleaned up. After I had showered and dressed we sat down together and
had a late breakfast.

"How do you feel son?"  Dad said nervously.

"I feel wonderful Dad," I said, meaning every word.

"You don't have any regrets about what we did this morning then?" he said
cautiously.

"No Dad!" I said surprised by even the suggestion.

"Son, I can't even begin to tell you how much I enjoyed myself with you
this morning. I never knew I could feel the way I felt with you. But I have
to be honest; to most everyone what we have done is just plain wrong. Do
you understand that?"

"But I wanted to do it Dad. It's what I've dreamed of.  How can it be wrong
if we both wanted to do it?"

Dad sat back for a moment, puzzled by my question and thought.

"Son, I couldn't live with myself if I hurt you or if you were in some way
damaged by this type of relationship. I love you too much to let that
happen. I know we both had a good time and we shared an incredible
experience together, but I just don't think it's a good idea if we continue
to be sexually involved, for your own sake. I think we should cool it for a
while. I also think it would be best if you stayed with you Mom for the
time being until I can think things through." Dad was obviously distressed
as he said this. He didn't make his usual eye contact and for the first
time in my life, Dad seemed to be in a state of confusion.

I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks and my head tingled.  I was
sure I was going to cry at any moment, but something stopped me.  I felt a
surge of anger rising up and making me bolder than ever before.

"NO!!" I said, the anger clearly visible in my face.

"Excuse me son," he said, his authority having been challenged.

"You just told me you and Mom are getting separated and then we have an
incredible experience and now you want to take that away from me too? It's
not fair Dad!  If you don't want to hurt me, don't push me away! All I want
is to be with you. You gave me the choice of whom to stay with, and I've
made my choice and it's you! And I'm not changing my mind!" I said, yelling
as tears started to stream down my face.

Dad was obviously shocked by my audacious behavior, but I continued.

"Dad, please, I begging you. Don't take this away from me, Please let us be
together! I crumbled on the seat opposite Dad, tears flowing freely. Dad
sat puzzled, still shocked from my emotional display, as if searching for
words.

"And you're sure that's what You really want son?" he said finally.

"Yes Sir, it is." I said, still sobbing. He paused for another moment in
thought.

"Alright son, we'll give it a try," he said as I saw a smile return to his
lips and his mood lighten (as did mine). "But only under one condition," he
said again seriously, looking me in the eye, "If you ever have any doubts,
whatsoever, you have to tell me right away. I couldn't live with myself if
you did something you didn't want to do. Understand?"

Without hesitation, I answered. "I Promise Dad," I said returning his
serious look, although inside I felt only immense joy.

"And remember, I'm still your Father, no matter what.  And I'll always love
you," he said giving me a warm smile.

"Stand up for a minute son," Dad said casually.  I stood up and Dad grabbed
me by the waste and turned me around facing away from him. "Now bend over,"
he said again casually. I obeyed and had no doubt of what was to come, as
he slapped my ass once very soundly.

"Don't talk back to your Dad," he said smiling as he turned me back around
and embraced me, kissing me softly on the lips.  "Now let's get ready to go
see your Mom."

We finished cleaning up and went over to my Aunt and Uncle's house. Without
going into all the details, I told my mom I knew about their separation and
that I had decided to stay with Dad to start out with, since she was going
to have the baby, her sister and brother-in-law for company and I wanted
Dad to have someone too.

We cried together for a while and I told her I understood and that I wasn't
mad at her or Dad about it (although, I was still upset to tell the truth).

We had dinner together that night and I seemed to feel that my parents were
happier than I had seen them in ages. Maybe this was the right thing for
them after all, I thought.

Our plans changed somewhat that night. Our goal was to see my Aunt and
Uncle in Nevada en route to California where I was to see my Dad's brother.
My Dad and Mom talked and decided she would stay with my Aunt and Uncle
while Dad and me headed out to see his brother for a few days. She was
still not feeling well and decided it would be for the best.

We unloaded Mom's and the baby's clothes and got the trailer prepared for
our trip to the outskirts of San Diego, where my Uncle lived.

After all our preparations were made, Dad and I headed off to bed. It had
indeed been a very long day. So much had happened in such little time and I
felt emotionally and physically drained. We undressed, got into bed and
nestled together, both to tired to talk. We lay there silently, feeling
each other as we embarrassed and kissed gently. "I love you son," Dad said
softly to me.  "I love you too Dad," I said, as pure happiness filled me.

Smiling, we both fell into peaceful dreams.


Let me know if you liked the story. 
Thanks,
greensalvin@yahoo.com