Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2000 21:31:00 EDT
From: THX
Subject: Vacation in Vermont with Dad (Revised)

Originally written 7 July 1998; revised July 10, 2000.

This is an absolutely true story I wrote two years ago.  I have updated the
story and corrected grammatical errors.  Minors should not read this story.


Vacation in Vermont with Dad

CHILDHOOD

When I was in 1st grade, my dad signed us up for Indian Guides.  It was sort
of like Boy Scouts, without the quasi-military overtones.  We were in the
Shoshone tribe, with a bunch of other boys from my school and their fathers.
We would all meet at a tribe member's house once every other week, and go
camping twice a year.

The highlight for me was after camping: Dad & I would go home & shower
together.  This was the first time I remember seeing an adult's penis.  Most
of the time, he faced away from me, and I had not yet come to appreciate a
beautiful ass.  But, now and then I would catch a glimpse of his hairy
uncircumcised dick.  I never saw it with the skin pulled back.  But, to this
day, I have a strong attraction to uncut guys.

We graduated from Indian Guides at the end of 3rd grade.  From then until I
finished 6th grade, we were in Trail-Blazers.  The routine was pretty much
the same, except that camping here included horseback riding.  I remember my
best friend Steve, some other guys & I would get into pissing contests while
out hiking, to see who could piss the furthest from the top of a tall cliff.
Steve usually won.  But I digress, back to the story.

ADOLESCENCE

When I was 12, my parents divorced.  Needless to say, it was very painful for
all of us.  I began to overeat and I blew up into a very unattractive kid.  I
was also starting to get pubic hair and I was exploring masturbation, which
my buddy Steve had taught me about.  One day, I was at my dad's new apartment
reading that awful book, Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex* *but
were afraid to ask.  My dad saw me reading it and asked me if I had any
questions about sex.  I asked him about sperm, wet dreams, and when he had
last had one. He replied, "About a year ago."  Then I asked him about penis
size, and he told me every guy was different, but that the size of someone's
penis was not important.  Then, I worked up my courage and asked him about
his dick: how big was it when hard?  He held up his fingers & indicated about
seven inches, "About this big."  I was by this time very nervous.  I wanted
to ask him to take it out and show me, but I chickened out.

Immediately following my parents' divorce, my father married his secretary
and moved us to California.  About two years later, my half-brother was born.
 Literate and well informed boy that I was, I had read several articles about
the pros & cons of circumcision, and had come to the conclusion that it was
unnecessary and quite possibly harmful.  While visiting my new "baby-bro" in
the hospital, I saw his name on a chalkboard of scheduled circumcisions.  I
told my dad bluntly that he should not be circumcised, and why.  My
half-brother was not cut.

When I was 15, I managed somehow to give my self poison oak, and I got some
on my dick. I told my dad about it, & he very calmly said "Let's take a
look."  By this time, my dick had grown to nearly adult size.  In the
bathroom, I unzipped my pants & pulled it out.  He touched it, looked it over
& told me to put some calamine lotion on it.

Shortly after that, my dad & I had a very bad falling out and I ran away from
home to live with my maternal grandmother.  We patched things up eventually,
and I came out as being gay to him when I was 20.  He was not exactly
thrilled to hear this, but was much cooler about it than I had imagined.

VERMONT

In October 1992, I was 25.  By that time, I had gotten into working out and
transformed myself from the fat, lonely, depressed kid into a pretty hot guy.
 I was the spitting image of
my father when he was 25.  I was working at a piano factory near Boston,
Massachusetts.  My dad still lived in California, but he was working in
Vermont supervising the construction of cellular towers.  He came down to
visit sometimes and for one month (October) I was laid off from work.  So, we
decided to spend some time together in Vermont.  We looked at a few of his
sites, argued about the upcoming election (I was for Clinton, he was
reluctantly supporting Bush but did not much care for him, either.) and
generally had a great time.  He proudly introduced me to all his coworkers.
"This is my son.  He knows everything
about pianos, he plays 'em & builds 'em" He was staying at the Holiday Inn in
Burlington.

A few days before I arrived in Vermont, he had taken a pretty serious spill
at a site.  When we were getting ready for bed my first night there, he
showed me the large bruise on his ass.  For some reason, he disrobed in front
of the mirror, so even though his back was toward me, I could see his dick in
the reflection.  It was the same size as mine!  Except that I am cut & he is
not.  Even our balls looked uncannily alike in the amount of hair on them and
the way they hung.  I also noticed for the first time what a nice ass he had.
 The image of my fathers nakedness stayed in my mind for the next several
days.

After about three days of sharing a hotel room with very little privacy, I
was real hot & bothered.  (I am used to getting my rocks off at least once a
day.)  On my third night there, Dad & I were lying on our beds watching TV,
and as was his habit, he dozed off around 10pm.  There we were, both of us on
top of the covers, naked except for our white briefs.  I looked over at him
in the next bed, and checked out his crotch.  I could see the outline of his
dick & balls in the front.  I was getting hard.  I could not hold myself back.

Quietly, I took my hard dick out and began stroking it.  There I was,
masturbating just a few feet away from the man who sired me--a man who could
at any second wake up and see his own son jacking off.  No words can explain
how intensely aroused I was.  This was a perfect moment that I wished would
never end.  I tried to hold back, but I climaxed faster than I intended.
Looking at my dad, I blew a huge load all over my chest.

After I came, I lay there for a few minutes looking at my dad & myself.  I
didn't bother to clean myself up, just pulled my briefs back over my dick,
pulled up the covers, turned off the TV and light, and hit the hay.

The next morning, I awoke with my usual morning hard-on.  My dad was in the
shower.  In a few minutes, he came out in his briefs.  I pretended to wake up
and got out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower.  Cleaning the
dried cum from my dick and chest, I came up with an idea.  I rinsed off, got
out of the shower, and worked myself up to a semi hard on, looking in the
mirror.  Nervous but hiding it, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went
out into the room.  Dad was seated at the little table next to my bed,
working on his expense accounts.

My back to him, I dried off my back, lower legs, and feet.  Spreading out my
legs as I bent forward, I knew he could see my hairy asshole if he was
looking.  Then I turned toward him.  I slowly, openly, unashamedly, toweled
off my dick and balls, half-hard and getting harder.  Pretending to be
absorbed in drying myself, I didn't look up to see if he was watching me, but
somehow felt his gaze on my dick.  After a couple of minutes, I put on my
underwear and took my sweet time adjusting my big, hairy, dad-sized balls and
cock.

A couple of days later, I was called back to work and Dad drove me home.  I
was
concerned that he might fall asleep driving back to Vermont and said he could
spend the night at my place, but he had to be at work the next morning.  So,
I asked him to call me when he got back so I would know he was OK.  We hugged
& said good-bye.  About four hours later, the phone rang and it was him.  He
was plainly very tired, bordering on exhaustion.  Drifting into sleep, he
mumbled about how nice it was to see me, spend time with me, and "see your
dick."  He was so out of it, I don't think he even realized what he said.  I
said "Get some sleep, man."  "OK, son" "I love you Dad" "I love you too, bye."

EPILOGUE

The above is the absolute truth.  Eight years later, my Dad & I still get
along fine, even though we don't see much of each other.  (My "baby bro" is
now a 6'3" strapping young man.  When I recently told him about the event
regarding his near brush with circumcision, he spontaneously hugged me,
tearfully thanking me for looking out for him.)  I wish more had happened
between my father and me, that we could have masturbated together, at least.
But Dad is now 71 and at this point I doubt anything sexual will happen
between us.