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My body starts to convulse as the load of cum shoots onto my stomach and some even lands on my chest. As the ropes of my own cum land on my body they mix with the others already deposited there by the four men standing around me. They grope each other while they egg me on to milk every drop out of my hard dick. As I complete the act, my head collapses back onto the soft ground of the forest floor and each member of the group kneels down around me to touch and massage the mess into my body. Each guy, in turn, leans down into me and kisses me deep and hard and then gets up to leave. The last man to lean in to kiss me, connects with my lips, our tongues wrestle in the space between us and my body is electrified. He is clearly the alpha of the group, bigger and stronger than the others. When we finally detach from each other he tousles my hair with his strong hand and whispers, “You did great – I love you, son!”
I bet you are wondering how I got into this situation and probably want some more details. Well, if you have the time, I would like to tell you that story. But we have to start a bit further back, back to the summer before my senior year of high school. My name is Josh Anderson and this is my story.
A stream of light fell across my eyes from the morning sun shining through the curtains of my tiny bedroom in my average, all-American house in a suburbia. I’m not ready to get up, I toss around in my bed to block out the light. As I lay there and intoxicating scent feels my room. I smell breakfast being made and I suddenly am reminded what today was. It’s August 17 – my 18th birthday. You see, having a summer birthday, my parents had the choice to send me to school a year later than normal. My mom tells me it was so I could be more mature and ready to learn but I know the real reason – my dad thought it would give me a competitive edge in high school sports.
My dad, Peter, grew up and went to the same high school in our small town. When he graduated, he packed up and moved to Boston for college. He had a full ride to Boston College on a baseball scholarship. He ended up being an average baseball player at the collegiate level, but it got him out of the small town and into a great school. He proved to be a great student, as well, and focused more of his energy on studying. After he finished undergrad and got into law where he met my mom, Stacy. They dated throughout law school and got internships at competing law firms in downtown Boston which lead them both into corporate law careers. They married within a year of graduating and my mom was pregnant with me shortly after.
The pressure of her career wasn’t easy on my mom and her pregnancy. She decided to take some time off and stay at home to take care of me and what would be my two younger siblings: my brother Kevin and Gwen, my younger sister.
Boston isn’t cheap, with one income and three children my parents decided to make the move back to my dad’s hometown 30 miles outside of Denver. He got a great job, less stress, higher income and more time to be with his family. Not to mention, when he moved to Boston all those years ago, he left his family and friends behind. We are a very close family. My uncle, Mike, is not only my dad’s brother but he is his best friends. They are very similar to me and Kevin is age difference, just a little over a year, and were inseparable growing up. It was tough on them when my dad went to Boston and Mike had to stay back in Colorado. Mike was a great athlete in high school too, but he didn’t get out of our small town and went to a state school close to home. He married his high school girlfriend and had one son, my cousin, Chad. They live down the street home us and Chad and I have a great bond like our fathers do. He’s three years older than we so I get to learn a lot from him and having an older cousin in school that hangs out with you is good for your reputation.
Chad really helped me with my baseball skills. Between my dad, uncle Mike and him, I have become the baseball superstar that my father had hoped for. Being slightly older than all the other kids growing up helped but I truly have a natural talent for the sport. This past season, as pitcher, I lead my high school varsity team to the state champion for the first time since my dad and uncle Mike won nearly 25 years ago.
Today, I turn 18 and I start my senior year in 2 weeks. Until then, I am enjoying the last moments of freedom.
I hear a slight tap on my bedroom door. “You up, champ?”
“Yeah, come in.”
My dad pushes open my door and his broad frame fills the doorway. He’s tall too, about 6’2 and in great shape still – big arms, defined chest and just the slightest gut. He’s probably a little slower than he was in high school but I’ve seen pictures of him from that era and he still looks the same. His short crew cut hair blended into his well-trimmed beard frame his jawline perfectly. When he isn’t in his business suit he wears athletic gear, mostly fitted t-shirts, shorts and sneakers.
“You know what today is?” He comes over to the side of my bed and leans down and gives me a big bear hug and a shake. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
I start to laugh, “Thanks!”
“Get dressed and come down. Everyone is waiting”
He walks out. I throw on some shorts, a tank and my favorite baseball cap and head downstairs. Everyone is there – my parents, my brother and sister, uncle Mike, his wife, Karen, and Chad.
Uncle Mike looks just like my dad except everything is a bit smaller. He is a physical therapist so he is in great shape too. Much leaner than my dad, clean shaven and has a mop of dark hair on top of his head. I’m very lucky to have such great men in my life to look up to.
As I enter the kitchen everyone turns to me and shout out their birthday wishes. I’m sure I blushed as I nodded along and said thanks to everyone. I pull up a stool next to Chad at the island and my mom places a big plate of all my favorite breakfast foods in front of me and kisses me on the forehead. My mom is a great woman and she loves my father and us so much. She uprooted her life and left her family in Boston so we can have a better life her. I don’t think she had any regrets, we are such a close family and we have a great life.
Our family owns a cabin nearby at the base of the Rockies and occasionally over weekends we all pack up and go there together to escape reality and spend time together. Any weekend is fair game for the whole family to go together except for one – the last full weekend in August is reserved. Reserved just for the men, more accurate – adult men. This was a tradition started long ago by my grandfather or maybe even great grandfather. A weekend for men to be men and bond with each other. Too often we go through life without creating bonds with one another that are strong enough to endure time. This weekend was the way for the men to leave all their responsibility behind and form those bonds.
The trip was planned for this Friday. Since today is Wednesday and my birthday, my 18th birthday, this trip will be the first that I’m invited to. I’ve been looking forward to this for 3 years. I remember my dad and uncle always leaving for this trip when I was younger. They would go with their dad and some friends. I didn’t really understand the importance of going until Chad got to start to go with them. I felt very left out. We would always hang out, day and night, while they were all gone. When he started to go, I was left at home with my siblings and my mom. I was jealous. Especially after his first trip, he came back and seemed different. More confident and more grown up than he was a few days before the trip. Something happens during that trip and I needed to experience it!
We finish up breakfast and everyone goes on with their day. My dad, uncle Mike and aunt Karen leave for work. Chad gives me a punch on the shoulder and heads for the door as well.
“Where are you going?”
“I have to get some supplies for the weekend and I have a shift at the pool today.”
Chad is a lifeguard during the summer at our local pool. You could probably guess that from his perfect tan and completely smooth, toned body. I have to work really hard to keep my body in shape but he has a natural ability to stay fit. He has the same dark hair as his father but he keeps it buzzed and short. The girls go crazy for him but he only has eyes for his girlfriend, Shelly. He’s a biology major at our local university and is applying for med school next fall. I guess Chad is kind of a catch.
“See you later. Maybe I will stop by later to swim.”
“Cool. Happy Birthday, bro!”
My mom is cleaning the kitchen and my brother and sister help her. My lets me off the hook since it’s my birthday. So, I head up to my room to get ready for the day. I undress, grab a towel and head to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and look at myself in the mirror. I’m an adult now – I’m taking after my dad, for sure. I’m nearly 6’1, I have broad shoulders and a defined chest with a very, fine layer of hair. My arms are big and muscular from pitching all these years and my back is just as strong. My lighter brown hair is cut short like my dad but honestly people usually don’t see it because I’m always in my baseball cap. I stand naked in the bathroom mirror and admire my body. My legs are strong like pistons and they lead straight from the ground to my crotch. My cock is mounted there in between my thighs. My dick is bigger than average – it hangs there surrounded by well-groomed hair and suspended beneath are a set of heavy, smooth balls full of my cum.
The steam from the hot shower starts to fill the bathroom and covers the mirror. I see the silhouette of myself in the mirror, my hands groping my torso first, both hands rubbing up and down my body. The silhouette transforms into a different version of myself. The left-hand ventures lower and grabs my hardening shaft and begins to stroke. It starts to explore my balls and back and forth from balls to shaft. The right hand continues to grope and grasp at my toned body. It knows how to make my body feel good. The left hand continues to stroke my cock – I’m hard as a rock right now and at least 7″ and thick. There are no thoughts in my head, all I focus on is the silhouette of my body in the mirror and the electricity pulsing through me. Who is it in the mirror? Is it still me or is it someone else? I pump my cock hard; I feel my balls begin to tighten. I grip my dick at the base and squeeze just enough and hot cum shoots out of me. My body shakes and hardens as the load keeps coming – it lands on the counter and hits the silhouette in the mirror. My body begins to relax and I come back to reality. The silhouette is still staring back at me, the cum running down the front of it – but who is the man in the silhouette? I shake it off as a horny fantasy. I clean up and jump in the shower.
After that, I go along with my normal day; I go swim at the pool with my brother and later we have a big family dinner for my birthday that evening, we eat cake and I go to bed. The next day, Thursday, goes by quickly as we prepare to leave for our camping trip. I pack only shorts, t-shirts, sneakers and some hiking boots. The cabin has a lot of the supplies we need since we go so often and Uncle Mike always does a big food shopping trip for us and stocks the refrigerator and pantry. I lay in bed on Thursdays night restless and excited about being able to go on this trip for the first time! What will we do? What will I learn? Will I change in the way Chad did? I can’t sleep – I’m too excited for the events to come. After tossing and turning all night my alarm clock starts to buzz at 5:00 am. Its morning and we have to get on the road – I jump out of bed, throw on my clothes, grab my packed bag and head downstairs.
Dad is in the kitchen filling a thermos with coffee for the road and talking with a guy that I don’t know. He looks up at me coming down the stairs and smiles wide.
“Good morning, son! You ready for the trip?”
“Yeah, Dad! I hardly slept last night.”
Dad elbows the guy next to him and says to me jokingly, “Better get used to that, it’s the all men weekend at the cabin!”
The other guy just laughs along and looks me over.
“Wow! Pete, this is little Josh? I haven’t seen you in years! Such a young man you grew into!”
“Jake, let me correct you! He’s no longer a young man – just a man. Josh turned 18 a couple of days ago! Josh, do you remember me talking about Jake? He’s my best friend from as long as I could remember who abandoned me and moved to Florida.”
“Hi Jake, yeah I heard stories. It’s nice to meet you. Are you coming on the camping trip with us?”
“Yep, as long as its ok with you? I haven’t made it up for a couple of years but when your dad said it was your first trip I made arrangements to be able to come.”
I smile, “Sound good to me, when do we leave?”
My dad and Jake say together, “Right now!” We heard uncle Mike’s jeep beep from outside the front of the house. He and Chad were packed and ready to go, waiting for us.
You can tell Jake and my dad ran the school when they were there together. Jake might even be more handsome than my own father. He was shorter at about 5’11 but just as built and you can see a layer of fine chest hair from around his tank top he was wearing. I’ve heard many stories about Jake and my dad from when they were kids but after high school Jake went to Florida for college and never moved back. They stayed in touch through the years and Jake would meet them for the camping weekend when he could. Jake never married or had kids, so I guess he lives alone down in Florida. He runs some type of tech company that keeps him busy though. I guessing all the time he spends in the gym keeps him pretty busy too judging from what I can see.
We each grab our bags and walk out the front door, it’s so early the everyone else is asleep. We greet uncle Mike and Chad in their jeep and we plan our three hour drive up to the cabin. My dad and I are taking his pickup truck so we throw our bags in the back of the jeep to save space for us and Jake decides to ride up with Mike and Chad since there is more space. Uncle Mike knew Jake as long as dad has and they were good friends as well and apparently, Chad had met Jake during his first cabin weekend.
Dad and I jump in his truck, fire it up and follow uncle Mike out of our neighborhood. I’m glad Dad and I get some alone time in the truck before we get there. We don’t get to spend a lot of time just the two of us and I miss that. Maybe I can learn about what this weekend is like as well on the ride. Even though the sun hasn’t come up yet, the heat is building. The truck doesn’t have any air conditioning and its cracked vinyl seats don’t help. We roll down the windows almost immediately and enjoy the breeze.
We know this drive well, so we just sit back and relax and take our time winding our way through farms and fields to the foothills of the mountains. Our cabin is located in a secluded part of a forest that no one has been able to build on for decades due to a conservation ordinance. It’s great to escape from the real world and really be alone – isolated. As we drive on, talking about school, baseball and the future, the heat keeps building. Only half way through the drive it becomes too much for my dad and he tells me to reach over and grab the wheel. As I grip the steering wheel, he struggles to pull his shirt off – his body is moist from the sweat and clings to the fabric of his shirt making is slide over each inch of his body. I always have admired by dad’s physique and the work that he puts into keeping it in shape. My dad is 42 years old now but looks and has the confidence of a 30-year-old. I would say he’s a stud.
I can’t help but continue to admire his body and it dawns on me – the silhouette in the bathroom mirror might have not been a version of me after all, but a vision of my father. I shake it off and dismiss the notion.
After my dad regains control of the car, I follow his lead and take off my shirt as well. The early morning air feels great across my chest and I instantly feel more comfortable in the humid truck. I feel connected to my dad as well, here we are just two guys going for a manly camping trip together. Both shirtless and masculine riding together into the isolation of the forest and our cabin. We must have slowed a bit during the process of taking our shirts off because we could no longer see uncle Mike’s jeep ahead of us.
We continue on our journey mostly in silence, listening to the sounds of nature that surround the road and feeling the weight of regular day to day life slip away. I recognize that we are approaching the fork in the road where we veer to the right, away from the small town nearing us and deeper into the forest that surrounds the base of the mountains. From this point, we are only about 30 minutes away from the cabin. I’m guessing uncle Mike and the others are there already there since we lost them so long ago.
My dad steers us to the right prong of the fork, like always, and continues down the road and it quickly turns to a dirt path. Once we are far enough down the dirt path that you cannot see the main road he stops the truck and throws it into park. He cuts the engine and all we can hear is the sounds of the wind in the tress and rustle of animals in the woods.
“What’s wrong, dad?”
“Nothing. I just want to have a little chat before we get there.”
“OK”
“This weekend is special. It’s so special that we only let men that we are close to come and only once they’ve reached 18. It allows us to be free and do what we want. Be men. Be rough. Be us. I remember my first time your grandfather and I made this drive during this weekend – it was the most exciting time of my life. And now I get to share that experience with you and I hope you feel the same way.”
“I really do, dad! I can’t wait!”
“Good, son! I glad to hear that. Now listen to me closely, this weekend is for us only. What we do, what you see, what you hear is only for the people here and we do not discuss it with anyone else ever!”
“I got it! Kind of like Vegas!”
Dad smirks, “Yes. Something like that. I am really proud of the man that you have turned into. You have worked so hard for so many years to be the best kid you possible could. Now that you are a man all that work has paid off. Look at you – so handsome and strong.”
“Good genes, I guess”
“Damn right! I love you, son!”
“Love you too, dad”
“Can I show you something?”
“Sure”
Dad fires up the old truck and moves it over to the side of the path. Without a word, he flings open the door and gets out of the truck. I follow his action unsure of what else to do. He walks around the truck to meet me and gestures for me to follow. He bee lines for a grown over deer path that runs straight and narrow through a thick section of brush and trees. Even though the path is quite overgrown he navigates his way as if it were a paved sidewalk. We continue the path at a breakneck pace for at least 200 yards. He seems to get more excited with every step he takes.
We finally break through the thicket and arrive in a clearing. Not just any clearing though. This is a beautiful place. Bluebird skies above, the mountains looming at the far end of the field, a stream trickle around its base, and utter silence. It was a paradise of sorts. Why hadn’t my dad taken me here before? Obviously, he knew about this place and how amazing it was but over all the years we have come up here he never once took us here.
“Wow, dad, what is this place?”
“It doesn’t have a name, but I think of it as my own sanctuary. Somewhere to come and think or with share a moment with someone very special. And now that I have brought you here it can be your sanctuary too.”
We stood there is the wide-open space, side by side and admired the beauty of nature around us. I didn’t even realize we were still shirtless and now we were glistening in the sun. I was even more sweaty from the trek through the woods and so was he. Something happened at that moment. My eyes were locked on his body. I surveyed every inch of him from head to toe. Watched his chest expand and collapse as he was breathing in the mountain air. His head tilted back to feel the sun on his face. He stood there as more than just the mere man that he was. He was my father, my confidence, my role model, my hero.
His strong legs stood planted in one spot, his shorts straining to old in his muscular thighs and plump ass. I could almost hear the zipper fly fighting to hold his bulge within the confines of his shorts. An image flashed in my mind from the day I stood in front of the steam covered mirror in my bathroom. I was sure now that he was the silhouette that I saw, that was groping me and made me cum so hard.
My own shorts began to get tight from my hardening cock. I didn’t know what to do. I was lusting for my father. But was he still my father in this sanctuary? Or did we transform into something completely different than ourselves? He told me on the way up that this was a weekend that we get to do what we want and nothing every leaves this group. Especially, now that we are alone in this field I was convinced of what I needed. He was still standing there, head tilted back absorbing the sun. He was what I needed.
I turn to him, my voice cracks, “Dad?”
He slowly lowers his head, turns in my direction and opens his eyes to meet mine. With no words, there was an immediate connection and understanding. Before I can take another rattled breath, he sweeps me up in a bear hug crashing our two sweaty bodies together. Our mouths meet in a fiery exchange and our tongues meet occasionally in the between us. Our hands explore each other’s hard bodies while our mouths never lose contact. I have no thoughts in my head, just carnal, masculine desires that need to be satisfied. I feel his strong hands on the back of my head, then groping my back, and then they venture lower to my waistline. He tests the waters to see how I will react and I give me an affirmative moan and he grabs my ass cheeks and he begins to groan. He slides his hands around to the front of my waistband of my shorts and plays at the button.
He pulls is face away from mine and looks into my eyes saying, “This is exactly what this weekend is for. You okay, son?”
All I can do is nod and bite my lower lip. Needing no more assurance he unsnaps my button and begins to lower the zipper on my shorts.
To be continued…
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