Date: Mon, 18 Apr 2011 12:43:51 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Road Trip (gay/incest, oral anal,  b/M)

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                                Road Trip
                                   By
                                  Wolf

	My gay sexual education began the summer I made a road trip
with my uncle from Yakima, Washington to Omaha, Nebraska.  My
parents had named me Daniel, but everyone called me Dan.  The summer
of the trip I was an innocent 15-year-old virgin who had just finished my
freshman year of high school.  I was a 130 pound, five-foot nine teenager,
with brown hair and hazel eyes.  I had always been a shy boy, and found
it difficult to express my feelings to girls.  I didn't know how to approach
girls.  I hated to dance because I felt clumsy.

	My parents agreed to allow me to travel with my mother's older
brother cross country to visit relatives.  My uncle was a school teacher,
named John.  He was a 40-year-old, 190 pound man only five-feet eight
inches tall.  I have to say he was a balding, chunky man, but be was a
very personable guy.

	We had packed up his big Chevy Tahoe with camping gear for the
trip.  We planned to camp at KOA's along the way and when we could
not find one we would camp alongside rivers or creeks whenever
possible.  We were going to take Interstate 84 from Yakima through the
following cities, Boise, Idaho, Twin Falls, Idaho, Ogden, Utah, then turn
onto Interstate 80 at Echo, Utah, through the States of Wyoming and
Nebraska  to Omaha, Nebraska.  I plotted out the course on a map all the
way.  Being a teenager that had never traveled all that much, the trip was
a true adventure.  The time on the road between stops was like an eternity
to me.  We ate on the road a lot, so that we didn't have to stop  all that
much.  We would have meals at diners adjoining gas stations when we
had to fill up the tank.

	We spent the night in Boise at a nice KOA just outside of town
nestled among pine trees and a nice little brook.  We had a three man pup
tent.  We set up the tent and checked out the area before we settled down
for the night.  Our sleeping bags were far too warm for a summer's night
in an area protected from winds.  We simply lay on top of the bags with
stuffed sacks full of clothes as our pillows.  We had a battery powered
lantern hanging from the middle of a loop at the junction of the tent
poles.  We talked about a lot of subjects during the trip, but that first
night Uncle John started asking me questions about sex.

	I admitted that I had never had sex with a girl before.  He had a
way of asking questions that made me feel comfortable about discussing
the most intimate of subjects.  He found out a lot about me that first
night.  Eventually the fatigue of the day's travel caused me to drift off to
sleep.  During the early morning hours it cooled off enough to force us to
pull the sleeping bags over our bodies, but it was not enough to force us
to zip up the bags.  The KOA was nestled among pine trees that protected
the tent from the bright morning sun.  The tent simply grew brighter as
the sun lit up the sky.  Sleeping on the ground causes hot spots from
pressure points that woke me up periodically, forcing me to turn over.
Hunger woke me up in the morning.

	Both of us had full bladders that forced us to make a run to the
common bath facilities.  We relieved ourselves and waited our turns to
shower and brush out teeth.  I was done before Uncle John, because he
had to shave, so I returned to our campsite to start breaking camp.  We
packed up and headed for a restaurant for breakfast, and then filled the
tank on the Tahoe before getting back on highway 84.  We had a tape
player in the truck, so we didn't have to struggle with fading radio
stations.  We talked constantly and sang to the music.  I was enjoying the
changing scenery passing by the windows.  I was getting a geography
lesson as we traveled.

	We stopped for lunch in Ogden and took time for a lttle
sightseeing.  Uncle John told me all about the history of the Mormon
migration and how they supposedly abandoned polygamy to become a
State in the Union.  Then we headed for the junction of highway 84 and
80 at Echo Utah.  We found a creek near the highway to set up camp for
the night.  When we were settled down for the night Uncle John
produced one of those Tijuana comic books.  It was based on Popeye the
Sailor Man.  The book was full of pen and ink drawings of Popeye and
Bluto fucking Olive Oil in the mouth and hairy pussy or asshole.  Then
they abandoned Olive to suck and fuck each other.  Both of them had
enormous cocks covered with a lot of pubic hair. I was fascinated by the
sight of these monstrous cocks being slobbered over and stretching
assholes.  I got a visible boner tenting up my underwear.

	Uncle John encouraged me to take my dick out and play with it.
He assured me that it was perfectly natural for men to play with
themselves.  To prove his point he pulled his own cock out of his
underwear, and started jacking off for my benefit.

	I watched him pulling on his cock by the light of our lantern.  My
uncle's cock was no more than four inches long with a brown patch of
pubic hair.  It was almost swallowed up by his big softball sized scrotum.
His big round ball sack only had a few scraggly hairs on it.  They were
wedged between his thick thighs and bulbous belly.  I could smell his
crotch in the confined space of the tent.  I pulled down my underwear,
and pulled my own scrotum and cock out from between my legs.  I took
hold of my cock and started pulling.  We were soon jacking off in unison.
While we were doing that John reached over and replaced my hand with
his own.  He jacked me off for a short time.  It actually felt better than
when I played with myself.  He suddenly stopped playing with me and
took hold of my hand and placed it on his own cock.

	I held my breath for a moment before I started jacking him off.
He returned to jacking me off too.  I squirted my cum all over my belly
and some of the last drops flowed out and over his fingers.  He started to
cum shortly after me.  His cum managed to hit his big belly and flowed
back into his pubic hair, creating a pool of while goo all over his hair.  It
was all very exciting.  While we relaxed I watched my uncle smelling his
hand and then he started licking his hand.  I couldn't believe that he
actually wanted to taste my cum.  I was curious to find out what his cum
tasted and smelled like too.  I started smelling my fingers and licking
them.  When our hands were clean, John leaned over and licked my cum
off of my belly.  When he was finished, I leaned over and started licking
his cum out of his pubic hair.  When I was finished, we cuddled up in his
sleeping bag for the night.

	The morning sun lit up our tent early, and we both needed to
relieve ourselves.  We crawled out of the tent and made our way to a
rocky spot to pee.  We washed up and brushed our teeth.  While my uncle
shaved I started breaking camp.  We ate a breakfast we made there before
getting back on highway 80.  We talked about sex as he headed east.  We
stopped at Evanston for lunch and filled up the tank again.   We camped
near Green River.

	That night we stripped off all of our clothes.  There was no
attempt to hide our sexual desire for each other.  Some people might not
find chubby middle aged men sexy, but I have to say I found everything
about my uncle sexy.  While we were taking off our clothes in the
confined space of that tent, I was so close to his big ass that I could smell
his asshole.  I reached out and touched his asshole, and petted the hairs
ringing his asshole.  Uncle John asked, "Do you want to fuck my ass?"

	I said, "Really?"

	"Of course you can, I love being fucked by handsome young men
like you!"

	I couldn't believe my ears.  My uncle was admitting that he liked
being fucked in the ass by teenagers like me.  I wondered how many of
his high school students had fucked him.  I tried to picture the sight of
my chubby uncle being fucked.  John settled down on top of the sleeping
bag on his knees with his head resting on the stuffed sack of clothes.  I
ran my hands all over his big white ass.  I circled his asshole with my
finger tip.  Then I smelled my finger.  I can't say why I did it, but I
actually sucked my finger.  Then I stuck my finger deep into his asshole.
My uncle only moaned as if he was pleased by my actions.

	My uncle reached back and placed his hands on the backs of my
thighs to pull me closer to him.  I did have a proud boner by that time.
The mushroom head pressed against his asshole.  To my surprise it was
welcomed into his hole with ease.  I pressed my hips against his butt hard,
to ensure that all of my cock was deep in his bowels.  It was amazingly
erotic to feel my cock being encased by his warm bowels.  His sphincter
gripped the base of my cock as if to prevent its escape.  I started rocking
back and forth.  It was more than I could do to contain my lust.  I
hammered my hips against his soft butt until I squirted my load of cum in
my uncle's asshole.  When I withdrew my cock from his asshole, I sat
back and admired the way his balls dangled between his legs.  I watched
my cum as it dribbled out of his asshole and trickled down the seam of
his scrotum and dripped on the sleeping bag.

	My uncle turned around and helped me recline on the bag, before
he set about sucking my cock clean.  I got another hard-on and almost
was able to cum again.  He lifted my legs up like I was a baby that he was
going to change the diaper.  I knew what he was about to do, and
welcomed his desire.  He reached for a tube of KY and greased up my
asshole.  I had never had anything stuck in my ass before.  The pain was
intense but only lasted as long as he was trying to force the head of his
cock into my ass.  When he pulled back, it felt like I had a big log about
to come out.  He fucked me all the while playing with my dick.  He
fucked me until he was about to cum in me.  That was when he pulled out
and squirted his cum all over my balls, dick and belly.  When he released
my legs, he set about licking up his cum.  Then me laid on top of me, and
kissed me.  I could taste his cum as he stuck his tongue into my mouth.
My asshole was throbbing all night.  I didn't get a lot of sleep that night.

	We didn't bother getting dressed right away the next morning.
We fooled around a little.  I had to find a fallen tree to hang my ass over
to take a big dump.  I was sure everything was going to spill out of my
ass.  My asshole was gaping open, and I'm sure that I rubbed my asshole
raw with toilet paper afterwards.  I got dressed and we continued our
trip.  We passed through Rock Springs, Rawlings, and Cheyenne,
Wyoming.  When we were out on the open road, I would reach over the
console of the truck and jack off my uncle by the hour.  It was my goal to
keep him hard as long as possible without allowing him to cum.

	I could hardly contain myself when we stopped for meals.  We
passed across the state line into Nebraska and stopped at Kimball,
Ogallala, North Platte.  That night we stopped near the Platte River and it
was another night of listening to the sound of water flowing and the slap
of flesh against flesh.  If I wasn't swallowing cum, it was being squirted
up my ass.  When we reached Lincoln, we could have driven on to
Omaha, but we couldn't end the trip that quickly.  We rented a motel
room, and fucked all day.  The visit with relatives was a total bore.  All I
was thinking about was the trip home.  I was thrilled that I was no longer
a virgin.





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