Date: Fri, 1 Jan 2010 16:01:24 -0800 (PST) From: Sargon Bighorn <sargon_bighorn@yahoo.com> Subject: Slide Right Inn I've gotten some great story suggestions from readers. And such sweet compliments too. I will incorporate the suggestions in my stories as best I can. Thank you for enjoying these stories. The mind is vaster than the universe. These stories are works of fiction and are not based in reality. Slide Right Inn My name is Brent. I'm your typical athletic 16 year old. I'm 5'9" 155 brown hair, hazel eyes. Lean muscled because I work out and like the look. My third year in an all male private high school was great. It's not that I was huge; it's that I was fit, active and involved. At 16 life is great. I lived with my Dad and enjoyed everyday. But after the last semester I knew I'd have to do better. I got mostly Bs and A-minuses in my classes. My favorite class Male Physiology I of course got an A. Mr. Hardwood likes me. For the winter break which started today Monday and would last two weeks, Dad said he'd take me skiing. "Rock on Dad, when do we leave?" I asked my Dad. "We'll leave after work on Friday and stay thru Monday. I've taken Monday off as a personal day. Just you and me Brent. Together the whole long 3 day weekend." Dad said as he looked at me and smiled his charming smile. Something to look forward too, skiing! I loved it. Because I was on winter break already, and Dad was at work until we would leave Friday afternoon I had the run of the house. But don't get me wrong, I don't trash the place with my buddies. What I did was what ever I wanted. Gamed, went to the gym, hung out with my buddies and did some other stuff my Dad does not need to know about. I also got our ski stuff together. I waxed my Dad's set of skies, mine too and my board. I checked bindings and straps and made sure we could hit the slopes that evening when we arrived. YEAH! Friday evening rolled around pretty quickly. I'd helped Dad pack some things on the evenings when I'd wrapped up my chores during the week. So here it was Friday evening and Dad and I were heading to the slopes. Dad had mace reservations as a nice place called the Slide Right Inn. Cute, warm, cozy and clean. Not high brow fancy crap, but not a dumb either. The men that managed the Slide Right Inn were former Olympic skiers Dad said to me. "These men were true athletes in their day son. You'll see how well they've maintained themselves over the years. I knew them back in college. We sometimes hit the slopes together. They went on to the Olympics and did very well for themselves. I went on to college and now, well now I push paper. But it's a living and I have you Brent." Dad told me as he drove through lovely mountain scenery. Arriving at Slide Right Inn Dad and I got settled into the room quickly. The rustic feel of the rooms provided a warm and cozy feeling. Raw light wood, a well thought out stone fire place, and basic simple kitchenette area and a clean fresh bathroom were all we needed to make the weekend memorable. Here we were! "Dad I'm going to change and hit the slopes. I'll put your three day lift ticket here on the table. I'll see you on the mountain." I yelled to Dad as I stripped out of my street clothes and into my ski gear. As I changed I looked at my underwear clad body in the mirror and said, "Sweet!" I had nice abs, a decent chest forming, my arms were okay, my leg's looked okay too. I don't want chicken legs, those won't help on the slopes. I made a resolution to work harder on getting bigger firmer legs. The slopes that evening were fantastic. The snow was just about perfect. And there was Dad. Wow he looked good in his ski suit. No belly on that 50 year old body. His shoulders and chest cut a nice form. He looked like a man in a uniform. Hot. That evening after we'd eaten our dinner and changed into our pajamas; mine being just like my Dad's; boxers and an old tee shirt, we were sitting cross legged on the sheep skin rug in front of the fire. Dad asked me how I liked school. "How was the last semester Brent? You did well in all your classes right?. It's good you apply yourself in class." "Oh school is okay Dad. Nothing special. I like it. I don't know if I told you but Mr. Hardwood said our research project had to be redone. Our figures were inconclusive. He could not make any determination between the length of time a man is edged and the amount of sperm he ejaculates during an orgasm. I guess even with all the practice more is always needed." I explained to Dad. He looked at me with a serious thoughtful stare and said, "You know Brent I have an idea. Hear me out on this. You practiced on me so that you could learn the edging techniques and watch my non verbal reactions as you stimulated my glans, balls and touched my nipples. All in all it was fantastic and it's clear you learned a lot. But you'll only truly know what a man is feeling if you feel it yourself." Dad went on. "What do you say I help you learn about the feelings and sensations in your cock and body? I've had experience in the stimulation edging techniques and could walk you through the four you've studied. What do you say?" He asked. "Whoa Dad you'd do that for me? You'd help me go through all the stimulation pleasure regions. You'd edge me so that I could better understand what a man feels when he's being edged?" I sat upright as I looked Dad in the face. "Yes of course son. I took the liberty of bringing a few things along in my bag. When I spoke with your Male Physiology teacher Mr. Hardwood he sort of suggested a Father Son weekend would be an ideal opportunity for just such a thing. I'll get the things." Dad went over to his bed and from his travel bag pulled out some jack off cream, and a cock ring. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and came and sat next to me on the floor in front of the fire. Dad sat down facing me on the rug. "Okay son, let me start. If you need any explanations or have questions let me know. I'm here to help, you know that son." Dad said hesitantly. As he said these things his cock began to tent the front of his boxers as mine was now doing too. Dad looked into my eyes, held my gaze and without looked down he gently pulled my now quickly swelling cock through the front of my boxers. I gasped, inhaling loudly from the sensation. Dad is a well endowed man measuring 8 by 6 inches when fully erect. It seemed I would also be so endowed when I was fully mature. The sensation of having Dad's strong hand on my hard cock was electric. My head felt light, all I could do was look down and in a transcendent way observe this incredible scene. A strong man's hand garbing my young smooth cock. It took me a minute to come back to earth. Dad said, "Okay Brent I'll start slowly and just swirl my fingers around your cock head. Tell me what you're feeling." Dad began to swirl his fingers around the head of my cock. Each time he'd make a swirl my cock would pulse uncontrollably. It seemed to have a mind of its own. With in seconds of Dad's beginning my cock pumped out its first amount of pre-cum. Dad stopped at that point. "How are you feeling son? Is everything alright? Look son your pre-cum, you've produced your first flow of pre-cum. You're becoming a man." Dad said with love in his voice. "Oh Dad I had no idea how good this feels. Please Dad more." I said softly as my cock throbbed and begged for more attention from Dad's strong hands. At that my Dad continued his ministrations to the entirety of my cock. I leaned back on my hands but kept my legs crossed. My Dad's knees touched mine. Dad not only stimulated my glans and frenulum but with his other hand he would gently touch my scrotum. With each touch of his hands on two parts of my cock at once I would feel my muscles tense and relax. Dad's eyes traveled the length of my body. "Brent here let me remove your shirt and boxers; you may as well be totally free to experience these sensations." I stood up and my cock touched Dad's face, leaving a clear trail of pre cum. I took off my tee shirt and pushed my boxers down over my stiff cock. They landed at my feet and I stepped out of them. To my amazement, Dad did the same thing. Once naked we were again sitting facing each other, cross legged, knee to knee in front of the warming fire. Two beautiful males, one 16 the other 50. Both of us creatures of beauty in our own right. Both sharing pleasures of the male body. Both our cocks were erect and throbbing. Dad's cock showed a small drop of pre cum just sitting at the opening of his cock head. His cock would pulse periodically, it was something to see and I wanted in the worst way to reach out and touch it. As I did so my Dad took my hand and said, "Brent this is for you tonight son. You'll be learning about the sensations and pleasures that move through a man's body. Relax and enjoy it son." And with that he again gently took hold of my young cock and moved his fingers around the head, down to the frenulum where the waves of pleasure that shot through my cock were so intense I gasped! Then I moaned. Dad must have known I would not last long. After all he was 16 once too. So he would pace himself. He'd touch my balls lightly and then stop. He'd lightly swirl his fingers around my cock head then stop. With each pulse of my cock and with each flow of pre cum Dad would stroke the full length of my 7 inch cock. His touch was light, causing incredible sensations to flood through my young throbbing cock. "Son I can tell you're close, let me allow you to rest for a minute." Dad said as he leaned into me and had me lean against him too. "It's something to see your young body tense and relax son. You're beautiful." Dad breathed softly into my ear. Dad was speaking softly. He was comforting, peaceful, dignified. I had my eyes closed and was leaning into his warm male body, smelling his scent, my hands resting on his hairy muscled thighs my head cradled on his shoulder. While I was just floating in the pleasure of being with my Dad like this, naked and totally at ease I felt his hand once again take hold of my cock. "Keep your eyes shut son, relax and just lean into me. Yeah that's it son. Breath slowly, relax and just let the feelings flow through you." And that was the beginning of one of the best most powerful orgasms of my young life. Dads' fingers moved first to my glans, swirling round and round. His other hand gently touched my balls, flicking them with his fingernails. When Dad moved his fingers to my sensitive frenulum he moved his other hand to my nipple and that's when I exploded. "Oh DAD! Oh DAD! Oh DAD! Ohhhhh" I yelled. Waves of ecstasy washing over me stars flashing in front of my eyes sensations I'd never felt before over taking me. My back arched my cock pulsed wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure surged through my young body. Blast after blast of sperm flew up and out of my cock. One shot landing on Dad's chest, the others hitting his hard flat stomach and running down into his pubic hairs where they sat there above his pulsing throbbing cock. I just leaned against Dad and didn't move. I could feel Dad's heart beating fast and hard. I breathed, deep, slow. The feelings in my cock were still intense. I was still hard and pulsing. The after glow was mind blowing. Dad's strong arms moved around to hold and hug me. The warmth, the power, my Dad's strong arms holding me. His rugged face against mine. Peace and contentment. With each breath I took my body relaxed. I felt a great need to sleep. "Come on son; let me help you into bed. It's been a long day." And to my amazement Dad picked me up in both his powerful arms and carried me to the bed. He turned down the lights the last thing I remember was feeling Dad's warm masculine hairy chest against my back, his legs touching my legs, his stiff cock pushing against my lower back, his arm draped over my arm and his hand holding mine as I drifted off to restful slumber. The remaining two days were a blast. Skiing all day long and Dad helping me learn more about how it feels to be edged to an explosive orgasm. That Saturday night Dad again used the stimulation techniques on me and once again I shot my young load all over his hairy chest. My Dad, a son can't ask for better.