Date: Tue,  4 Jun 2002 09:25:41 -0400 (EDT)
From: Rob Andresen <malricnyc@excite.com>
Subject: Road Trip with Dad - 2

	We woke up together as Dad knocked on the bedroom door.
	"Time to get up boys.  Breakfast is ready!"
	Davy and I groaned an acknowledgment and heard Dad walk away.  We
kissed tenderly and woke up. As we dressed we kept touching one another,
stealing an occasional kiss before heading downstairs.
	Dad was in the kitchen wearing boxers and a tank top, steam rising
from a pan on the stove.
	"I've got eggs and bacon here, boys.  There's toast in the toaster
and we've got grapefruit halves if you want."  He scooped a healthy portion
onto the plates and then poured glasses of orange juice for us.
	Davy and I sat down and began eating hungrily.  Dad chuckled as he
dug into his own plate.  We sat in companionable silence for a few minutes
finishing up our breakfasts before Dad wiped his mouth and faced us head
on.
	"We need to talk, boys."
	I felt a cold shock slide up my spine.  Had he seen Davy and me
last night?  Was he about to confront us with what he had seen?
	"As you no doubt know, your Mom and I have been having problems of
late.  She's decided that it's time for her to move in a different
direction and for us to get a divorce.
	"Now whether it's right or wrong, your Mom has decided that she
wants to sell the house and since it's in her name, there's nothing we can
do about that.  She also doesn't want to have you with her right now so
it's just the three of us guys from now on.
	"Now I don't know quite what's going to happen but I think it's
best for us if we move away from here.  I know you've got friends and all,
but there's no work for me here and your Uncle Paul has offered us the
chance to stay with him in Phoenix until things get settled.  So what do
you think?"
	We were a little overwhelmed by the situation and Davy said so.
	"Geez, Dad.  What are we supposed to think?  I mean, this is kinda
fast, isn't it?"
	"Well, son, it's not all that fast.  This has been building for
quite a while but your Mom made her decision last night and she wants us
out of here by the end of the week."
	"The end of the week, Dad?  How can we do that?"
	"Well, Tommy, we'll have to take just the stuff that we think is
important and we'll get the rest when we get settled.  Think of it this
way, here's a chance to start over again and maybe set things the way we
want them."
	I knew my Dad was putting on a good face but I had to agree with
him.  There wasn't much that we really needed, especially if we could start
over at Uncle Paul's.  And Phoenix would be exciting!
	"So when would we move, Dad?"
	"When we're packed and ready.  There's not much we need to do.
I've already rented a trailer for our stuff so it's just a matter of
getting organized."
	Davy and I looked at one another and grinned.  We had to say
goodbye to a few friends, but this would be a great adventure and we'd be
sharing it with Dad!
	And so we got ready.  Packing took a lot less time than we thought.
There were clothes, some games, our computer, and a tv and dvd player but
that was about it.  We didn't need our beds or any other furniture.  Dad
brought along some pictures and videos, a couple of statues that were
important to him, and his wedding album.  I don't know quite why he brought
that.
	So we packed the trailer and headed off for Phoenix the very next
day.
	It was exciting to be on the road with Dad.  Davy and I shared the
back seat of the Tahoe and Dad seemed to shine as the captain of our little
land yacht.  We joked and laughed and told stories for the first few hours,
generally having fun.
	Davy and I stole occasional caresses as we moved around in the seat
but we knew there wouldn't be a chance for much else.  It got to be kinda
late and Dad told us that he would be driving through to the morning since
there wasn't really much open along this stretch of the interstate.
	Davy and I pulled a blanket out from the back and settled down in
the bench seat, snuggled against one another.  We fell asleep pretty
quickly, the hum from the road soothing us to rest.
	I woke up some hours later and realized that Davy and I had laid
down on the seat and were holding one another.  He was sleeping soundly,
his face a picture of innocence.  I looked up and noticed that Dad was
preoccupied, glancing back in the mirror every once in a while.  And his
shoulder was moving in a strange way.
	I suddenly realized what was happening, Dad was jacking off!  I was
amazed.  I had tried to jack off while driving on a road trip before but I
almost crashed the car.  Dad seemed to be doing pretty well, his breathing
was getting rougher and he kept looking back at us.  He groaned softly and
I knew he was shooting his load.  Then I actually saw a shot of cum jet
into the air above the seat and fall back onto his lap.
	My Dad could shoot a load, that was for sure!  He reached for some
paper towels and cleaned himself up, weaving just a little bit from the
intensity.  I wasn't sure what to think, but this certainly was something.
	I woke up with the sun streaming through the windows, Davy in my
arms and Dad concentrating on the road ahead.  I kissed my brother softly
and he yawned.  We began moving around, sitting up and stretching and
getting comfortable.
	"Morning boys.  We're about three hours from the hotel so we'll
head on over there, check in, get some breakfast, and then settle in for
the night.  Tomorrow we'll reach Phoenix and Uncle Paul's."
	Davy and I grinned and we settled back into a routine of jokes,
games, and conversation.  I whispered to Davy that I had seen Dad jacking
off last night and he scoffed.  But I told him I had seen Dad's spunk
flying and when we checked, there were paper towels wadded on the floor in
front.
	I don't know if Dad realized what we were doing but he kept up the
conversation about what we could expect in Phoenix.  We pulled into the
hotel around ten and checked in.  It wasn't a ritzy place but it was clean
and there was a Denny's next door.
	We had breakfast and returned to the room to settle down for the
afternoon.  It was a nice sized room with two queen sized beds and a big tv
in the wall.
	"Sorry, but you boys will have to share a bed tonight.  You'll have
separate beds at Paul's."
	"That's ok, Dad," replied Davy.  "Tommy and I can deal with it for
a night."
	I grinned at him in return and caught Dad's grin out of the corner
of my eye.  We settled in to watch some tv but as the afternoon progressed
we decided to hit the pool.  As we changed into our swim trunks, I realized
that Dad was going to change right in front of us.  He shucked off his
shirt and pants revealing a hairy body that was not too muscular but not
flabby in any way.  I glanced over at Davy who had stopped undressing when
he realized what Dad was doing.
	Dad slid his briefs down his hairy legs and his sons were treated
to the sight of the member that had made them.  He was soft but dangled
down at least six inches over a bush of fur that obscured a dark brown ball
sac.  He seemed to ignore us as he grabbed his trunks and slid them up,
hiding the treasure beneath.
	Davy and I finished changing and I noticed that Dad kept checking
us out as we stripped down.  What was going on?  But the pool beckoned and
the three of us were like little kids, splashing and grabbing one another.
	We were settling down when Dad came up behind me and grabbed me in
a backwards hug.  I was laughing as he spun me around but suddenly realized
that there was something hard pressing against my butt.  Was Dad hard?  He
tossed me and I swallowed water in surprise.  What was happening here?
	Davy attacked Dad as well, wrestling with him and twisting around
his body.  Dad laughed and dunked Davy under but a look of shock crossed
his face as Davy stayed down for a bit before coming up.  A moment later,
Dad called it quits.
	"All right boys, time to get cleaned off and get ready for dinner.
Lets get clean."
	We headed back to the room and Dad threw towels at us.
	"Tommy, you take your shower first, then Davy and I'll go last."
	I nodded and headed into the bathroom, closing the door before
stripping down and stepping into the shower.  I washed quickly, not sure
what to expect when I came into the room.
	But Davy and Dad were in their towels, watching tv when I came out.
Davy gave me a grin as he went into the bathroom but I was more interested
in Dad.  He was sitting on the bed with the towel wrapped around his waist.
His hairy chest still glistened from the pool and his nipples were erect
from the room air conditioning.
	I sat down on the bed facing away from him and pulled out my
underwear and shorts.  I stood and dropped the towel, wondering if Dad was
watching me.  I bent over slowly to put on my underwear and I thought I
heard a sigh from the other bed.  I slid the briefs up and went on to get
dressed.
	Just about the time I was finished, Davy came out of the bathroom
and went to pull his clothes out.  Dad got up and went into the bathroom,
dropping his towel before getting into the shower.  But he didn't close the
bathroom door and Davy and I could see him in the mirror over the dresser.
	Davy dressed quickly, moved over and gave me a deep kiss and a
grope as the shower ran.
	"So what do you think is going on?" he whispered.
	"I don't know but I swear he had a hardon while we were in the
pool."
	"Yeah, he did!  I brushed across it when he dunked me and it was
huge and hard!  What's the deal, do you think?"
	"I don't know but tonight is going to be weird."
	We looked over to the mirror and through the frosted glass watched
as Dad washed himself.  He spent quite a bit of time fondling his crotch
and as we watched, it seemed to grow out from his body, lengthening further
and further til Davy and I thought it was going to hit the wall.
	Dad was jacking himself and he had a huge throbber to play with.
He didn't shoot but he definitely played with himself while we watched.  He
rinsed off and as Davy and I tried to keep our eyes on the tv, Dad stepped
out from the shower, his cock dangling between his legs like a baseball
bat.
	Dad dried himself off, spending quite a bit of time drying off his
cock as it slowly subsided.  He came into the sleeping area with the towel
wrapped around his waist, his hairy chest still matted somewhat by the
shower.  He was a gorgeous hunk of a man and he was in the other bed,
watching tv with his two boys, as Davy and I tried to hide our hard cocks.
	The evening news ended and Dad told us it was time to go to sleep.
Davy and I stripped down to shorts but Dad simply whipped off the towel and
slid under the sheets.
	"Sleep well, boys.  Have good dreams!"
	"Night, Dad," we said as he turned out the lights.  But we weren't
about to fall asleep.


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