Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2002 04:02:23 -0500
From: Salvin Saar <greensalvin@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Vacation to Manhood" Part 6 Final

My Vacation to Manhood  Part-6
by Salvin Saar

It was about 5 p.m. when we arrived at my Uncle's house.  He lived in a
mobile home in a really nice trailer park. I know what you're thinking,
Trashy right?  Well that's what I would have thought since I'd seen some of
the parks in Texas and many were indeed trashy looking. But this park was
like a resort. Everything looked new and tidy and the area surrounding it
was absolutely beautiful.

The park was nestled between two mountains. Not snow capped mountains like
the Alps, but big rounded off rock mountains. There were not really that
high, but more broad. Large round boulders adorned the mountains and most
of the surrounding area. The park even had a huge swimming pool that was
built around some of these large boulders. It was a gorgeous sight.

My Uncle knew we were coming and had reserved us a place to stay for a few
days. The park had extra spots available for those passing through. We
parked the RV and got everything hooked up.  Afterward we proceeded to my
Uncle's house.

The last time I had seen my Uncle was when I was six years old. I wasn't
really sure what he looked like since the pictures we had of him were also
of that time period. We went up to his trailer and knocked on his
door. When the door opened a pretty nice looking, middle aged man was
standing there. He was built like my father but a little leaner. He had the
same dark hair and blue eyes as both Dad and I.

He greeted my father with a bear hug and then moved to me and squeezed me
tightly in his arms. "Boy, you've really grown since I saw you the last
time. You're turning into a handsome young man, just like your Daddy and me
back in the day," he said smiling broadly.

His compliment made me feel embarrassed, but I smiled back and said "Thank
you Sir."  I knew I was going to like my Uncle. He had an easy manner that
made you feel comfortable right away. Plus he reminded me a lot of Dad.

After a minute or two, Dad and his Bro were chatting and catching up on old
times.  Since I knew they'd be at it for a while, I decided to check out
the alien surroundings.

"Dad, could I go walk around the park for a few minutes?" I asked
pleadingly.

"Sure son, go ahead, but don't wander off to far. I don't want to have to
track you down," he said in his fatherly tone, looked over to me and then
resumed talking to his brother.

I left and walked up the road through the trailer park and began looking
for signs of life.  Not too much to report, I'm sorry to say. It was mainly
a community of seniors and nothing much was going on. The mountains called
to me however.  What I wanted most was to go and explore a little of the
mountainside.

"I don't think Dad would mind if I went on a little climb," I thought to
myself.  I almost went back to ask, but decided it would take to long.

The mountains were solid rock, sort of a brown sand color.  No trees or
bushes grew on them, just a few scraggly weeds. The only thing that looked
out of place were the large round boulders. They looked treacherous, as if
they would come rolling down at any moment. But, I figured they'd probably
been there for years or they would have already rolled down. I decided I'd
march up the slope a little way to get a good view of the park.

I began to walk steadily upward. There was a narrow trail leading far up
the side of the mountain.  It was a tiring climb, but since I was pretty
athletic, it didn't bother me much. You could tell that other people had
explored this mountain before from the discarded bottles and from the easy
to follow path.  The only problem I encountered was loose gravel. It had
caused me to slip a few times.

Once I had walked about 20 minutes , I turned around and beheld the park
far below. I had climbed further than I thought. My attention was then
drawn to the large orange sun. It was making a slow descent into the
horizon. It was a breathtaking view and it made me immediately glad I had
decided to climb up. I just wish I would have had more time to enjoy it.

Moments later, a loud ominous wail pierced the silence.  The hairs on my
arms were standing on edge and my heart seemed to pause. What could that
be?  I wondered in fright, quickly jumping up and looking above to identify
what had made the loud bellow.  I couldn't make out anything in the shadows
of the mountain.

Then the wailing came again.  It was an animal no doubt and whatever it
was, it wasn't far away.  At that moment, I decided to get my ass down the
mountain. I didn't know what was making that sound but the first thing that
came to my mind was a wolf.

I began to walk down the steep slope quickly, my heart pounding in anxiety.
I lost my caution however and slipped forward on some loose gravel and
impacted my knee on a sharp rock. The hard rock had gashed me hard enough
to rip a hole in my pants. Once I steadied myself, I lifted up the torn
flap and noticed blood coming from my knee. Damn, I need to be more
careful!  I thought in panic. My adrenaline was flowing and the pain didn't
really bother me, to my surprise.  My hands also had gravel indented into
them, but I easily wiped it away leaving several small craters it their
wake.

Then howling again broke the silence and now it seemed like more than one
animal.  I quickened my pace once more, my brow sweating profusely, and
slipped again.  This time I fell landing on my other knee. I knew I'd
scraped it, but didn't have time to worry about it.  I got up and speedily
continued my trek downward.

I had been so certain that the climb down would be faster, but being more
careful had slowed my descent. About 20 minutes later, I was only halfway
down to my dismay. Then I heard a sound even more frightening than the
howl. I heard Dad's voice echoing through the distance.  Oh SHIT!  I
thought as my heart sank. Dad was looking for me! This can't be good!  Did
I shout back? I decided I would, but another howl from close by changed my
mind.  I was afraid that yelling would cause whatever it was to come after
me. Dad's summons would have to wait until I was down. I already felt I was
on the edge of disaster and I didn't want to chance it.

From my distance I could see two tiny people in the park below.  I couldn't
tell if it was Dad and my Uncle, or if they were even looking my direction,
but I decided to give a wave just the same.  It was in vain. I could see
the two figures moving the opposite direction and the shouts of my name
resumed more loudly than before. Well it must be Dad, I thought. Boy is he
gonna be mad.

But I didn't linger on that thought and continued walking down for several
more minutes.  The wolf cry had stopped to my relief, but the sun had now
set behind some mountains and a dark veil was across the valley. Dad's yell
continued to echo eerily throughout the valley. Every time I heard it, I
knew I was in more trouble.

Once I was nearly down, I responded, "I'm coming Dad!" as loudly as I could
muster.  I was nearing some trailers and I'm sure the residents where
thinking what an idiot I was. As I started back up the road, my heart sank
into my stomach. I saw my Dad walking up the road toward me and I
immediately beheld worry and anger in his face. To make matters worse, my
Uncle was walking with him.

As he approached me, I felt certain he could see that I had had an
adventure. My clothes were dirty from head to toe and the knee of my pants
torn and bloodied. Once he walked close enough to recognize me, I could see
his worry turned to relief, and then he embraced me, holding me tightly for
a moment. When he backed off his anger erupted.

"Where the Hell have you been!" He shouted loudly.

"Uh, I just climbed up the mountain to see the sun set," I said a little
scared and trying to sound innocent.

"Why didn't you answer me when I called you! I've been yelling for you half
an hour!  You worried me half to death!"

"I wanted to Dad, but there was a wolf howling and I was afraid he'd come
after me."  I said, trying to explain myself.

"Wolves! There aren't any wolves around here!" He said yelling again.

"But there are coyotes around here," my Uncle interjected to my surprise.
"I don't know if they'd attack a human, but the do kill some of the pets
when they stray to far."

Dad looked at my Uncle for a second, then back to me.  "What did I tell you
before you left!"

"Uh, I don't know..."

"I said, Don't go off too far! Don't you think climbing up a mountain is
far, especially in a strange place?! You could have fallen or gotten lost
or been attacked!" he said heatedly.

"I'm sorry Dad, I didn't know. I won't do it again." I said gloomily.

"Damn right you won't! Now come on, I'll deal with you later. Right now
your Uncle has made us dinner and it's getting cold on account of you!"

"Don't worry over that, I'll just throw in the microwave. No harm done," my
Uncle said lightly, trying to stick up for me and calm my Dad. It made me
feel a little better.

My Dad and Uncle turned around and began walking toward the trailer. I knew
I was in deep shit, but I was so relieved to be down the mountain that I
didn't care. The mountain climb had definitely taken its toll on me and I
felt weak and exhausted.

Feeling very belittled, I walked behind, slowly brooding over being yelled
at in front of my Uncle and I'm sure half the park heard it too. Dad was
probably right though; it was foolish of me to go wandering off. But at the
time, I just wanted to have a little adventure. Be careful what you wish
for..., I thought to myself.

When we got back to my Uncle's house, he reheated the meal as promised.  He
turned to me, gave me a pat on the shoulder, smiled and pointed out the
bathroom.  He told me I should go and get cleaned up. Dad had taken a seat
on the sofa and didn't look at me as I walked by. His face was stern and
flushed.  I knew he was upset with me, but he was going overboard as far a
I was concerned.

I was washing my face in the sink of the bathroom when Dad came in and
closed the door behind him.  He had a medical kit in his hand. He turned me
around toward him and kneeled down. Then he lifted up the bloodied torn
patch of my pants and looked at my cut. Without another word, he reached up
and undid my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled them down. He guided me to
the toilet and motioned for me to sit.  He got a washcloth, moistened it
and cleaned the bloody wound on my leg carefully before applying a stinging
red antibiotic liquid that made me cringe. He held my knee firmly in place
and applied a bandage. He cleaned the other knee too, but no bandage was
required.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" he said seriously.

"No Sir," I said as sorrowfully as I could muster. He left without another
word and never looked me in the eyes. His silent treatment made me feel
horrible. I knew I'd really upset him.

I also knew I was going to be punished. He'd punished before so I knew what
was going to happen. It usually involved about 5 or 6 licks with his belt
on my bare ass. I wasn't looking forward to it, and I hoped that in light
of our new relationship he'd let me slide.  But if the trade off was the
silent treatment, I thought I'd just as soon have the licks.  Dad not
talking to me made me feel worse by far.

Still I thought my Dad was over reacting. After all, nothing bad actually
happened except a cut knee and I couldn't fathom why he was so upset.  I
finished cleaning up and went to dinner.

We had a turkey loaf (like meat loaf, but not as good) and mashed potatoes
and veggies. It was a pretty good meal, considering my bachelor
Uncle(divorced) had made it.  The atmosphere was pretty lame though. Dad
didn't say much to me. He spoke mainly to my Uncle and I felt brushed off
. I could tell my Uncle was trying to include me in the conversation, but I
decided it was best to hang low until Dad had calmed down.

After dinner we watched TV for a while and then Dad said we needed to get
to bed. I thanked my Uncle for dinner; telling him it was really good and
apologized again that he had to re-heat it.

"No problem boy, no harm done," he said as he smiled at me and gave me a
hug. "Ya'll welcome to stay here in the extra bedroom if you want."

"No, don't worry about that, we got all our stuff in the camper, but we'll
see you in the morning. Thanks again," Dad said and gave his brother a pat
on the shoulder before we left.

Our trailer was only about a minute from my Uncle's home. Dad didn't say a
word to me as we walked. As we entered the trailer and closed the door,
silent dread came upon me.

"Sit down Son," Dad said most rigidly. I sat at the table and my heart once
again sank.

"Son, I'm very upset that you didn't listen to me today when I told you to
stay close. I was really worried about you," he said more calmly than I
expected.

"What concerns me the most, is that we are now involved on a different
level.  I don't want you to think because of that, I don't intend on having
my rules followed.  That was also one reason why I didn't want to pursue
this. Do you understand?"

I didn't really understand what he was getting at, but I felt that he was
going to end our new found relationship together and I know my eyes started
to water.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I won't do it ever again, I promise!" I said sadly and
almost frantically, realizing for the first time that my actions may have
had a worse results than I expected. "I just wanted to see the sun set. I
wasn't trying to make you worry about me," I said very defensively.

"Well Son, what I'm saying is that I have to punish you for what you've
done, the way I would have normally done; our special relationship cannot
interfere with me teaching you right from wrong. If it does, then we are
going to stop being together and things will go back to the way they
were. My number one duty is being a father to you and keeping you out of
trouble and I won't let anything interfere with that. Do you Understand?"

"Yes Sir, I understand." I said, calming down.

"Alright let's get this over with so we can enjoy the rest of our evening,"
he said flatly.

Dad looked around scanning the trailer.

"I guess we'll use the couch," he said.

I knew what I had to do. I walked over to the couch, undid my belt and
dropped my pants to the floor and got into "The Position."  I knew it well,
as I'd been spanked about 7 other times in my life by him and about 4 times
at school, although school spankings were a joke in comparison.  But no
matter how many times it's happened before, every time felt like the first.
My stomach got tied in knots and the anticipation was by far worse than the
event itself.

Dad never brutally spanked me. He never left lasting marks or anything, but
my butt did stings for hours afterward. He always calmed down before he
spanked me and that sort of made me feel more nervous. I always knew that
when he was calm and seemed at ease, punishment was soon to follow.

I stooped over the sofa and rested my hands on the back part. Then I spread
my legs slightly apart.  My boxers were still on, but I knew Dad would drop
them once he got over to me; he always did.  I sort of enjoyed the moment
when Dad exposed my ass to his view. But that feeling only lasted until
Dad's belt strapped my ass the first time.

"You Ready Son?' My Dad asked, walking over to me.  My heart quickened a
little.

 "Yes Sir" I said, my head leaned downward, not wanting to see what was
coming.  Then I heard the rattle of Dad's belt as he pulled it out of his
pant loops; a sound I never liked hearing.  The seconds crawled by like
hours as if time were trying to aid in my punishment. I felt Dad's hands on
the sides of my boxers and then he pulled them down far enough to expose my
bare ass.

"Count' em for me son," he said.  Dad always made me count his licks so he
could gauge what effect it was having.

"Here it Comes" he said.  I could see his arm move back out of the corner
of my eye and...SMACK...

"ONE SIR" I said loudly.  I was determined he wasn't going to make me cry
this time! (something I always thought). The pain was intense, my ass
quickly felt the sting. I just went on a little adventure, I thought as I
got my breath back and prepared for the second.

SMACK..."TWO SIR" I said, jumping forward a little this time. Oh Damn, it
hurt, but no tears yet. I won't, I won't cry, What was the big deal? I
didn't get hurt or anything? I thought to myself, trying to justify my
actions and clinching my teeth as the intensity increased.

SMMACK..."Thhh rrr eee...Sir, I said starting to stutter; this one was
harder and I felt the tears beginning to swell in my eyes. My ass started
stinging even more and my teeth clenched tighter.  But I held firmly to my
resolve. I won't cry, I won't cry! I thought over and over. Maybe I should
have asked him first. Maybe he'll only give me three...

" SMMMACK...the next one came and I felt unprepared for it. I couldn't talk
right away now, I knew it was getting to me and a tear slipped out and down
my face as the sting invaded my thoughts of resistance. I took a breath
"four sir," I said very weakly as a second tear rolled down my face; my
hopes of not crying once again dashed. Why didn't I ask to go first, I knew
I should have...but, my thought was quickly halted with the fifth swing.

SSMMMAACCKK!!  The last one was far worse than the other four combined (or
it felt that way) and that was all it took as the floodgates opened and I
sobbed, no holds barred. I felt truly sorry for what I had done and I knew
I'd never do it again. Dad had fulfilled his obligation of punishment and
knew I couldn't announce the fifth one. I felt him pull my boxers back up,
and I just collapsed on the couch.

I cried shamelessly, unconcerned with my composure and not afraid of having
Dad see me like this. It was unavoidable.  He took a seat beside me (as he
usually did) and hugged me close to him.

"I'm so sorry I had to do that son," he said softly.

I hugged him back, and cried on his shoulder and apologized in a one long
crying sob.  "I'm.....sorry....Dad...I...won't.... do it .....again..., I'm
so....sorry.  I cried on his shoulder for a few minute and he comforted me,
hugging me next to him and rubbing my back.

"You had me real worried Champ," he said extra gently. "I'd never forgive
myself if something happened to you. I love you so much," he said with
heart felt sincerity, and I think he may have teard up a little too.

I knew that he didn't want to spank me, but that he did it because he felt
obligated to, in order for me to be more careful and not to make the same
mistake again. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and hugged me harder. I
realized at that moment just how much Dad cared for me and how much he must
have worried about me when he started to call for me and I didn't answer.

I didn't really think about my actions before I took them. By all accounts,
he was right. I could have fallen or been attacked by coyotes.

I learned a lesson that day, one that I still carry with me today and that
was to think of the possible consequences of my actions, not only to me,
but also to others. After I cried, I felt a whole lot better.  Sometimes
there is nothing better in the world than a good cry. It seems to drain all
negative emotions out of you and makes you feel like you have settled a
score or redeemed yourself in some way.

As Dad sat closer to me, I starting feeling kind of turned on. I could
smell his masculine scent and the warmth of his body next to mine. I had
forgiven him for spanking me as soon as he hugged me, but now I was feeling
like I needed to really make up with him and do what I had been meaning to
do since we started playing around. In light of what had happened, I didn't
know if he'd want to, but I decided to test the waters.

I started by rubbing his shirt covered chest, as I lay against him. I
focused on his nips, which were soft at that time. I ran my fingers over
each one gently trying to get a response. Dad looked me in the eye, knew
what I was thinking and kissed me, this time on the lips. He started very
delicately with soft sweet kisses until gradually his tongue parted my
lips. I of course reciprocated and was starting to feel the warm tingly
feeling I got from his moist kiss. He rubbed my chest slowly all over and
then slipped his hand underneath my tee-shirt and stroked my teen pecs.

His warm touch felt so good over my tired and exhausted body. As he
continued to kiss me, he moved his hands to my back and then up and rubbed
my shoulders. I started caressing his firm stomach and moved around to his
back also. Dad guided my to lie on the couch and pressed his body against
mine.

His soft gently kisses evolved to deeper passionate kisses. My manhood was
already standing at full attention, as was his. I could feel his huge tool
pressing against me through his jeans. As he lay on top of me, I moved my
hands to the firm round mounds of his ass and started to squeeze them,
feeling the solid flexing ovals. He seemed to enjoy it, as his hand went
slowly to my towering inferno and fondled it gently through my pants.

I grabbed the bottom of Dad's shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing
his bare chest. His manly smell intensified and filled my senses, enticing
me. He lifted me up and we switched places, Dad now lying back on the couch
and I straddling him. Dad quickly pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my
smooth chest.  As I sat straddling his thighs, Dad stretched out his arms
out behind his head exposing his two fuzzy thickets of underarm hair. They
called to me and I gently nuzzled my nose under a hairy pit and took a deep
breath. It smelled so erotic in my heated lust-filled state. The true scent
of a man, not timid or weak, but bold and strong.

I thought Dad would probably think I was acting odd, but he seemed to know
I was enjoying him and cupped the back of my head in his hand and brought
me closer.  Instinctively I reacted by licking the hairy mound of
manliness.

I could smell and taste the acrid sweat that was harbored there. Dad
started to growl in lust filled pleasure and rubbed the back of my head in
his hand. I got more and more excited and moved from one pit to the other
until I had savored all there was to savor. Then I licked my way down to
his erect nipples and began to suck them greedily in my mouth. Dad jerked
and let out a deep moan of appreciation. "Oh son, that feels so good," he
said multiple times.

Then we adjusted once again, Dad on top once again. He guided each arm
upward and licked my delicate pits roughly and thoroughly. I felt like a
dish he enjoyed. I let out a sigh.  "Oh yeah, oh yeah Dad," in response to
his tongue bath. After he had cleaned me, he also moved to my small round
nipples and started to suck them off. It was an incredible sensation. I
felt them being lathered up and then I felt Dad's teeth gently manipulating
them. "Oh yeah! " I groaned in excitement.

After a moment Dad relented, backed away and looked me squarely in the
eyes.  "Come on son," he said in a heavy, breathy voice, "It's time to pay
off what you owe me."  I knew he wasn't kidding.

I noticed immediately that Dad has slipped into his aggressive male
persona. He was no longer the loving father figure. Now he was the
domineering male lover I longed for.  The tone in his voice implied it,
while exciting me. My cock twitched in hardness at every word and glance he
gave me while in his assertive state.

But more than that, it was a window to what both Dad and I wanted.  Dad
wanted to be the aggressor and liked the power and control it gave him.
What better subject than his own son, who he already had complete control
over in every other way.  But as control aroused him, I wholeheartedly
wanted to submit to his will.  Dad was my rock, my protection. As my life
now seemed out of control, due to the divorce and the move, Dad became the
one element that grounded me and gave me something to cling too.  Perhaps
that's why we were so suited for one another. Whether it was wrong or not,
one thing that was certain was that it worked and benefitted us both.

The moment had come, I thought excitedly. I was now going to get a good
taste of Dad's hot handle.  As we entered the back of the trailer, my
pressing bladder reminded me that I needed to take care of other business
first. "Dad, I gotta pee," I said direly, waiting for his approval.

"Alright boy," he said, giving his consent. I stood in front of the toilet
and began to undo my belt, but Dad stepped behind me and brushed my hand
away. Quickly he undid my belt, then undid my fly and zipped me down. He
pulled my pants and boxers down with one quick motion. My hard cock flayed
around for a moment until I felt his large hand grasp it firmly. "Squirt,
Boy!" he said in a commanding tone as he aimed my tool in the pot.

This was much harder than I thought it would be. I don't know why but when
I have an erection it's really hard to piss. Naturally, with Dad's hand on
my cock, I was at full attention!  I strained for a few moments and then
finally felt relief as I forced out a stream. Dad's hand remained enclosed
around my dick until my full duty had been done. He waited for my follow-up
squirt and then shook my hard organ vigorously. His moved his hand to the
cock head and wiped it in his palm, causing it to swell momentarily.

"My turn" he said to me.  I stepped back and allowed him to get in front.
He stood there for a moment as if thinking. "Come on Boy, Hurry Up!" he
said.  It took me a second before I realized he wanted me to give him a
hand in return.

I felt a little nervous as I reached around and undid his button and pulled
down his jeans below his ass. I hadn't managed to get his boxers off as he
had mine, so I reached gently inside to pull out his robust man rod. "Don't
be afraid of it son," he said and grabbed my wrist and pushed my hand
firmly against his semi-hard shaft. I grabbed it and released it from its'
confines. I heard him grunt and then his stream exploded from his cock. I
missed a little at first and had to adjust my aim. " Ahh," he said heartily
as his bladder drained completely. I could tell he had held on to his
watery load for quite some time. He pissed for nearly a minute before I
felt his body tense up as he pushed his last few squirts out. "Shake it
Good Boy," he said authoritatively.

I zestfully shook his cock and a few remaining drops dashed out. "Clean it
off Boy," he said rigidly.  I was a little confused at this request. "What
Sir?" I said curiously. He pulled me to his side and gently pushed me to my
knees. His cock was dangling only inches from my face and he grabbed his
shaft and rubbed it against my lips. "Clean it off Boy!" he said sternly
with the look of lust in his eyes once again.  "Open Up," he said
impatiently. I opened my mouth slowly and immediately felt Dad lodge his
cock between my virgin lips.

Although I wanted nothing more than to suck Dad's cock, I was reluctant at
first, scared of doing something wrong. "Don't be afraid son," Dad said,
reading my mind. My heart pounded excitedly in anticipation.

 I cautiously licked his cock head with the tip of my tongue, getting a
taste of him for the first time. It was a mixture of different tastes:
salty and musty and yet a type of sweetness too.  I slowly and meticulously
licked the fleshy head and I could feel Dad pushing further into my
mouth. I looked up and Dad stared down at me with a wild sexual look in his
eyes.

Then I felt his hands move to the back of my head as Dad impaled me further
onto his thick rod.  I had opened my mouth far wider by this point to
accommodate him. "You're doing just fine, boy" Dad said moaning. His cock
tasted splendid to me. I got braver, wanting to take him even deeper. I
opened my mouth and throat wider than I thought possible and gorged myself
on his large pole. I heard Dad give out another moan as he went deeper
inside. "Oh yeah son, that feels sooo good!" he said in a deep and carnal
voice. His added encouragement made me feel I was doing something right, so
I continued to take him deeper inside.

I did gag quite few times, but I didn't let that dissuade me. I persisted
until I got better at sucking the long, thick shaft. His moans began to
increase and his hips started to buck faster and faster until I could feel
his big hairy balls slapping against my chin. His pubic brush was also
beginning to tickle my nose as his shaft plunged into my throat. "Oh, Yeah,
Oh Yeah!" he said over and over grunting in between thrusts, like an animal
in heat.

I was really getting into it and I could tell Dad was getting close as his
breathing quickened. Then I felt his rod slip from my mouth. It was now a
huge glistening log and for a moment I was amazed I had taken the majority
of it down my young throat.

"I'm not ready to give you my load yet boy. I've got some other things to
teach you first," he said sternly and wiping his wet cock on the side of my
face, as I looked up at him. What was he going to teach me?  I wondered in
growing anticipation.

Dad stripped the clothes off of my body, leaving me standing naked in front
of him. I reciprocated and began to undress him. He sat on the bed first
and I kneeled in front of him to pull off his boots.  Then I pulled the
socks off his large white feet. He stood up and looked down at me as I
pulled his pants and underwear down, using my shoulder for balance as he
stepped out. It was quite a view, seeing Dad's cock and balls jutting out
from his body, hanging just above my face.

Dad pulled me up and told me to bend over the bed. For an instant the
spanking position made me feel uncomfortable. "Don't move until I get
back," he said strictly. He went to the kitchen grabbed a folding chair and
placed it behind me. He went to his dresser and got the tube of lube and
sat down as if he were going to examine me.  "Let's get you warmed up," he
said without hesitation.  I leaned further over the bed, with my stomach
half way on, and rested on my elbows.

"Stick your ass up higher Boy," he said firmly and grabbed my balls from
behind and lifted them up to guide me. I pushed my ass as high as I
could. Then he clutched my ankles and spread my legs further apart with
quick determination. I was feeling a little exposed by this position, but I
knew not to question Dad.

I did have an idea of what he was going to do as I felt his lubricated
finger begin to massage my anus once again, this time enjoying the
sensation. After a few minutes of his finger massage, my cock now hard, I
felt his first finger enter. It hurt for an instant, but nothing to what it
felt like this morning. After a few minutes, I enjoyed the feeling.

He had started to move faster and faster and his intruding finger went
deeper and deeper in and out of my virgin hole. Then he withdrew for a
moment and I felt his thumb press my hole until it went in with more of a
stretching motion. I lunged forward slightly from the feeling. A little
pained at first but then it started feeling pretty good. Every time
pressure was applied to my delicate hole, I could feel my cock throb in
response. I looked down and noticed pre-cum starting to form on the head. I
was simply amazed, as I'd never seen this happen before without touching
myself.

I felt his thumb withdraw and the finger returned. Shortly after that, a
second finger begin to invade me.  It hurt, but Dad took his time working
it in with the other, until both were comfortably gliding in and out. He
continued his finger invasion until another began to enter. I became a
little panicked at first and tensed up. "Oh Dad, that hurts," I said as my
face contorted in pain.

"Just relax son, it'll only hurt for a few minutes," he said soothingly. I
relaxed as best I could but the pain didn't subside quickly. He had to back
off at first, returning to two fingers and then started very slowly with
the third again. I know it must have taken half an hour to adjust and my
cock was now soft from the uncomfortable feeling. But as he continued to
work on me, the easier it became until I felt almost no pain..

 "How's it feeling now son," he said gently looking at my face.

"It feels better Dad," I said trying to sound confident. My legs and back
were getting very tired though.  Then Dad withdrew his fingers from me.

"I guess it's time I make a man out of you, son," Dad said in complete
seriousness.  He slapped my ass gently and motioned for me to get fully on
the bed and he followed.  We sat for a moment, close together and Dad
kissed me gently.

The caring father figure had returned as Dad began to speak to me.  "Son, I
want to make love to you, like I made love to your mother," he said,
seriously looking into my eyes.  "But this is something you have to decided
you want to do."  I started to interject that of course I wanted too, but
Dad stopped me, putting his finger to my lips.

"Now listen to me son, until I'm finished," he said kindly.  "I want you to
understand that it's gonna hurt at lot at first. You might even bleed a
little.  I've tried to get you good and ready, but even with that, it's
still gonna hurt.  Once you get used to it, I think you'll love having me
inside you, but before that, it's gonna be tough going and you've got to be
ready for that. I told you before, I wasn't gonna make you do something you
didn't want to do. So be honest with me and tell me if you want to try
this."

I wanted nothing more in the world to be with Dad. It had been the fantasy
of nearly ever jack off session. Having Dad's manhood inside me would be
the ultimate bond and I could think of nothing more in the world that I
wanted. Even after considering his words, I knew I wanted him inside me,
whether it hurt a lot or whether I bled, it didn't matter. I wanted Dad to
make love to me no matter what happened. Just the image of Dad thrusting
wildly into me stirred my cock and the reality that it could actually
happen, made it an irresistible offer.

Dad moved his finger from my lips awaiting an answer. I quickly responded.
"I want to do it Dad, more than anything. It's what I've always wanted.
Please make love to me Dad."

Dad seemed startled by my quick response.

"Are you sure Son?" he said, giving me another chance to think it overly
carefully.  "I don't want you to do it, just to make me happy. If you don't
want to do it, we can wait. There's still plenty of other things we can do
together," Dad said giving me a smile.

I looked Dad in the eyes and smiled back. "Come on Dad, I want to! Please!
Let's do it!  Please!," I said pleading. I knew that would put him at ease.
He leaned over and gave me a hot probing kiss and hugged me against him.

"O.K. Son, you twisted my arm, well give it a try," he said chuckling a
little.

"But" he quickly interjected, "if you want to stop, just tell me and we
will," he said in a concerned voice.

"O.K. Dad," I said, thinking there was no way I would do that. (Little did
I know).

He got some pillows piled up at the end of the bed and guided my face onto
them, my butt positioned upwards once again.

"I'm going to start you out in this position because it's the least painful
son. Once you feel good, we can try different positions, O.K?"

"O.K. Dad, I can do it," I said, resolved to make this our best night ever.

"If you feel you need to yell, just do it in the pillow. You're Uncles
pretty close by and I'd hate to wake him, O.K." I knew it was going to
hurt, but I thought my Dad was being a little over cautious. How bad could
it be, I thought lightly, not thinking seriously about the pain. Sure the
probing had hurt, but nothing that would make me yell out. Dad must think
I'm a wimp or something. Ridiculous!

I braced myself again on my elbows, ass high and my face now almost
completely down. I felt Dad lube my ass again and I assumed he must have
lubed his cock too. First I felt him rub his dick against my hole for
almost a minute and then I felt his head enter me slowly. Nothing to it, I
thought confidently.  No pain in having his fleshy head in me. I felt Dad's
hand on the top of my shoulder as he began to push further inside me. As
his wide shaft began entering my stretching hole, pain began to surface.

Oh Shit! I thought, surprised by the increasingly uncomfortable feeling,
realizing for the first time that Dad was not just being cautious. As he
slowly proceeded in further, my face flushed red and my teeth began to
clench. The pain began to invade every thought until I finally pushed my
face down hard into the pillow and let out a loud moan of pain.

"You're doin' great, son," Dad whispered to me delicately. His words were
of little comfort however as I tried to catch my breath. But I knew I just
had to stick it out. I can do this I thought, trying to push the pain
away. I want to do this more than anything, I kept saying in my mind over
and over again.

"Just one quick thrust son and the worst will be over, O.K?"  I reluctantly
nodded my head in approval.
 I felt Dad push the rest of his shaft all the way up. "OHH" I cried loudly
in the pillow. I felt as if I'd been split in two. The pain exploded in my
body. "OHHHH!" I cried again loudly in the pillow a few times. I was nearly
at the threshold of calling it quits, now arguing with myself whether or
not to stop this.

I could feel my head get very hot and tears were trying to squeeze out of
my tightly closed eyes. My teeth were still clenched firmly, my face
contorted in pain as I grabbed the edges of a pillow tightly in my grasping
hands.  I tried to calm my breathing and redirect my attention in an effort
to forget the pain.  Dad didn't move at all, he just left his splitting
shaft in place, waiting for me to adjust.

It was then that I noticed Dad's stomach pressed against my ass and I knew
he was now completely inside me. The thought started to turn me and helped
me push the pain back for a moment.  His body was in a semi-standing
position on the bed and then he hunched over me, hugging my sides between
his strong arms. I could feel his heat mingling with my own.

"It's in Son; I'm so proud of you boy." He said lustily in my ear, then
licking it around sending shivers of pleasure up my spine.

My face was still pushed into the pillow but I had relented a little and
finally came up for air. I didn't have the will to speak, still grasping
for breath and trying to adjust, but I felt Dad pull his cock slowly out
and ease it back in again. It still hurt a lot, make no mistake, but it was
less than the first time. He continued to pull out and push in for a long
while until I could feel his thrusts moving more rhythmically.

Finally, after sometime, I lifted myself off the pillow and positioned
myself on all fours. This must have been a signal to Dad that I was feeling
better and I felt his humping begin to go quicken. Dad meanwhile wiped my
tear and sweat stained face and kissed me gently on the cheek.

"You feeling better son?" he said gently.

"A little better, Dad," I said still trying to sound confident.

In and out I felt him moving, still slowly, but with each additional thrust
the pain became less acute.  After a while I began to notice a numbing (but
good) feeling in my crotch. I wanted to feel it more so I started to push
back against Dad as his fucking continued. He took this as another cue and
started moving faster and deeper until I could feel the mattress swaying
with our motion. I grabbed onto the headboard to steady myself as Dad
increased his speed..

"Oh yeah Son, now you're getting the hang of it." he said raising his tone
a bit as he increased. "You're such a good boy," Dad said playfully. Then
he held me up against his chest and began to fondle my nipples and rub my
chest wildly. He licked up the side of my neck as his thrusts ensued. He
then licked my ear again, which tickled at first, but I began to enjoy
immensely. He kissed me harder on my face and licked my neck and bit
lightly. I could tell Dad had once again given in to his aggressive nature.

"You like Daddy's big cock don't you son," he said lustily in my ear.

"Oh...Oh yeah...Dad..." I said getting more and more aroused. .He pinched
my nipples harder and harder and we were both now bucking together
quickly. Dad then reached around and started to grope my cock and balls in
his rough callused hands. I started to feel his heavy nuts slapping against
my ass and Dad's moans of ecstasy began to get louder.

"Oh Yeah, Son! Oh Yeah! You're so Hot Baby!" he said as his pace
increased. For the first time I was feeling a sense of true pleasure as his
cock intruded further and further, my manhood becoming full and erect with
his feeling hands. We continued for a few more minutes and then stopped
abruptly.

"I want to look into your eyes, when I give you my load son," he said
breathing heavily. He turned me over on my back and placed a pillow under
my ass. His body was now covered with sweat and caused the hair on his
chest to become matted down and tangled. My body was sweaty too, mixed with
my own and then his, as it dripped down onto me.

The scent in the room reminded me of the locker room and sauna and it
accentuated the experience further. Then I saw him enter me for the first
time, the pain no longer an issue (well almost). His cock quickly slid into
my warmed tunnel. I enjoyed the feeling now. Dad's arms were braced on
either side of me and my legs were up around him resting on his lower back
and bubble butt. We looked at each other intently as our mating continued.

"I love you so much son," Dad said in his labored breath.

 "I love you too Dad,"I said in the rhythm to his thrusts. I looked down
and could see Dad's big prick moving easily in and out of my hole as he
continued to breed me. His chest was firm and solid and his stomach muscles
flexed with each movement. He leaned down and kissed me deeply. The numbing
sensation of earlier had returned and was now more intense as Dad's thrusts
became deeper and faster.

 Oh, God, This is Amazing, I thought as a new more intense feeling of
pleasure invaded my senses.  Everything seemed to go into slow motion. Dad
started grunting like a wild beast and fucking me harder and harder, faster
and faster, each push forcing my body to jut backwards in response. The bed
swayed back and forth violently as if possessed. The speed at which Dad was
now hammering me seemed unhuman. I knew he was getting close to shooting
his large load.

 "Are you ready for my cum, Boy!?" he asked demanding a response."

"Yes Sir!" I shouted back, still being pummeled by his sweat drenched manly
body.

"Here it comes son!" he shouted again. "Oh! Oh! OH! OH! Ah! Uh! Oh God! OH
GOD! FUCK YEAH! OOOOOOHHHHH!" Dad yelled louder than I had ever heard him
yell before and I felt huge amounts of his sperm flood into me; squirt
after squirt, his plowing cock continued shooting into my guts. His pace
slowed but he continued screwing me, making sure I got every drop. Dad had
grabbed my cock in his lubed hand and began jerking it furiously.  Within
seconds I shoot too.

My ass clenched around his rod in response and forced him to stop his
thrusting. A wave of total euphoria encompassed me. My eye's closed, my
body tensed up and my head shot backwards as loads of boy juice shot out
furiously and joyously like never before.

"Oh Dad, OH DAD!! OH GOD!!!" I cried in total amazement and it was all I
could say, dumbfounded by the most incredible and earthmoving feeling I
have ever had, making every other sexual encounter dim by comparison.

I shot over my head onto the headboard, then onto my own forehead and then
onto my chest and stomach, like flying rockets, as Dad continued to jack me
up and down relentlessly. I literally shook and shivered from the
incredible release. Dad's hand slowed and pulled up gently as my last gush
eased out and dripped slowly down my exhausted shaft. Dad looked me in the
eyes, breathing hard, leaned down and gave me a grateful and loving kiss,
which I happily returned.

Dad then collapsed upon me, still inside, as we lay stuck together bonded
by our sweat and cum smeared bodies. Our chests rising and falling quickly
as we lay trying to catch our breath. We were both unable to speak for
quite some time.

A while later, Dad finally spoke.  "Son, I... can't even tell you how
incredible..." Dad was clearly at a loss for words. I could tell he was as
amazed by the experience as I was. The look in his eyes was now one of
total satisfaction and wonder. I felt so good at that moment, not only
because it had been the most amazing thing for me, but also because I had
pleased Dad beyond words and that meant so much.

"Dad, I Love You," was all I said back. I gave him a gentle kiss on his
lips and he kissed me back tenderly and then whispered in my ear "I Love
you too, young Man."  I smiled broadly in return.

I felt like a man now, truly for the first time in my life. We both lay
facing each other, bodies intertwined, kissing, whispering and softly
laughing together for quite some time. Eventually both our exhausted bodies
gave out and we drifted in a blissful and warm slumber, embraced in each
other's arms.

That night with my Dad changed my life forever. The intimacy I shared with
him had given me incredible strength. I was no longer a frightened child
grasping onto my childhood as I would a security blanket. I had let it go,
off across an ocean and out of my life forever. I was now in a New World, a
World among men, experiencing the complexities and sharing in the pleasures
of men.  As I lay drifting to sleep, the last thoughts that passed through
my mind were words from a dream...

"This is where I belong." "This Is Where I have to be."

My Vacation to Manhood, a destination from which I could never return.



I hope you enjoyed the series, please let me know if you did.
Please look for my next series:
"Extreme Measures" coming real soon!
Thanks again to everyone who wrote to me!
Salvin
greensalvin@yahoo.com