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Subject: Wild Trip Out West *Note: new email address ail. The old one has been taken down.* Disclaimer: The following is a complete work of fiction. All characters and scenarios are made up and come only from my imagination.The story will involve consensual sex between adults and children, this is obviously made up and only takes place in my fantasy world. This story is one that I started a long time ago without intending to submit to Nifty, but I ended up liking the scenario and have started to expand upon the idea in further chapters. Hopefully you find it enjoyable to read. Along those lines, any feedback is appreciated. Email me at the above address with any likes or dislikes about any of my series, reader feedback is my main reward for working on these stories. All of my other series can be found on the author page under "Strange Writer". Lastly, this archive is truly a gift, please consider donating to help it survive and thrive. If you are like me and the pandemic has led you to read more frequently, please repay by donating fty/donate.html Enjoy the story! SW Wild Trip Out West The funniest thing was that it was all my wife's idea. If she hadn't pushed us to take the trip, I'd still be a boylove virgin. Instead, I'm cruising around the country with a twelve year old boy whose favorite activity was to suck my cock, a close second being taking my dick up his little ass. Life sure can be funny. So my wife gets bright ideas and she can't let them go. Her current idea was to travel by motorhome around the west. We could see all of the national parks, and we wouldn't have to worry about hotels with covid going on. She had never once wanted to set foot in one, but now was fully committed. So we planned a trip: the kids were in high school, so they didn't want to go even though they could. They could do remote learning but they didn't want to miss sports so they stayed with relatives. We had to rent an RV, which turned out to be tough, but we ended up finding a fancy little guy built on a Mercedes chassis which cost me a fortune, but it sure drove nicely. We left in early September, hoping that school would keep the crowds down. I was surprised by how much I liked traveling this way. My wife was the opposite, it wasn't what she expected, it was a lot of work, and she didn't really love the other people at the campgrounds. I found everybody fantastic, and enjoyed chatting over a socially distanced cold beverage. Right away we had agreed to a division of labor; I did everything related to the truck and driving, my wife did the cooking (except grilling). It took about three days until I was grilling every other day and I was paying for takeout or a restaurant the others. She made it to southern Utah, where we planned to hit the five National parks, starting with Zion. We felt lucky that we had reserved a site inside the park with electrical hookups for three days, and got ourselves setup when we got there. As it got to be dark the first night, my wife did her usual disappearing act inside, so I sat out and enjoyed the stars by myself. Earlier in the day, we had met the family in a trailer next door, a couple in their forties and their twelve year old son. Now, since I was a twelve year old boy myself, I've been a closeted, non-active, boylover. So when their rambunctious boy Patrick popped out of the trailer, I was taken with him. Brown haired, big blue eyes, and his head to toe under armour gave him a sporty air. The three of them had decided to hit the road when his school went full remote, the only drawback was finding a good cell signal in a national park. This one was the exception. That night I realized that Patrick was a little lonely and bored. He kept trying to get my attention, which wasn't a problem, and his parents were busy ignoring him. When he retired that night, his dad confided in me that they would probably need to head home soon, as the confined space was beginning to wear on them. Patrick needed space and so did they. It made sense since their rig was not very big and they were pulling it with a small station wagon. We chatted a bit more, but I wanted to get up early the next day to see if I could ride the canyon, so I turned in shortly after. The next day, I got up just before sunrise and got my bike down from the rack. We brought our old mountain bikes, so nothing fancy for the uphill ride. It was only seven and a half miles, so it wasn't going to be a killer, just fun and gorgeous. My wife begged out, "I'm not riding all that way uphill!" so I was on my own. I had just hopped on my bike to head out when the trailer next door opened up and Patrick stepped out. He was still wearing the clothes from last night, and looked a little disheveled, but waved and smiled when he saw me. "Good morning," I greeted quietly, not wanting to wake anyone sleeping in, "how did you sleep?" "Just ok, my dad snores, and it's so cramped in there," he said, pointing to the trailer. "I understand," I told him, "ours is small too, big enough for the two of us, but three would be tight." "Where are you going?" he asked me and I explained my plan. "Can I go?" he begged excitedly, "I'm strong, I can make it!" I pondered for a second, then told him to ask his parents. It was a Saturday, so he didn't have to worry about school and I would love to have a companion, especially a good looking kid like Patrick. Permission granted, we headed out in the cool morning air. The whole ride was delightful, the scenery incredible, the open road up the floor of the canyon, and cheeky Patrick racing past and challenging me all of the way up. By the time that we reached the konya escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/konya-escort) end of the canyon it was plenty warm and we had lost our outer layers. Halfway down the hill Patrick took it one step further and removed his t-shirt, going bare-chested. I had no complaints, but insisted that he put on suntan lotion. Luckily I had some spray, and he immediately parked his bike, came right up to me and turned around, wordlessly indicating that I should do his back as if he was my own kid. Having two sons, I would say that Patrick was average height-wise, probably a little under five-feet tall and lean in a muscular way. I stroked over his shoulders and sweaty back, savoring the baby smooth texture there and the downy hair on his lower arms as I stroked down each one from his shoulders. Despite my proclivities, I never had a sexual thought toward my own sons, so the sensual experience of massaging the boy's skin was completely new to me. When I was finished, I said, "All set," and began handing over the bottle as he turned around, but he just stood there, casual as could be, and let me massage the spray into his torso, stroking over his almost flat pectorals, and down onto his stomach, a delightful, taught set of strong muscles. It obviously didn't occur to him yet to put on his own sunscreen, because it was perfectly natural to him to have me run my fingertips along the waistband of his shorts. He even let me spray lotion in my hand and smooth it onto his face. I couldn't believe how intimate this felt. When I was done and he turned to head to his bike, I had to take a deep breath and compose myself. The rest of the ride down was joyous, and as we were about to turn into our "loop" Patrick said, "Let's ride around the closed loop," and headed around a gate blocking the road. We entered a parking/camping loop like all of the others, but it was empty, "I think it's closed cause of COVID," he explained. We proceeded to speed around the roads and jump through the gravel parking sites. We really had fun, when he pulled in front of the restrooms. "That's our loop through there," he said as he pointed trough the causeway to the next section, "since this is way back here, nobody from our loop really uses it." I nodded and said, "Cool," not really sure what we were talking about. "And there's family ones that lock, so you can really have privacy," he added. "I see," I answered. We stood there in silence, the sun beating down, both of us sweating, "So, I miss home," Patrick finally said. "Miss your girlfriend?" I asked jokingly. "Opposite," he said, "I miss how the boys say `thank you'." Not knowing where we were headed, I asked, "How is that?" He looked at me with a knowing smile for a couple of seconds, then said, "Want to help me in the family restroom, daddy? `Cause I want to thank you for taking me with you on the bike ride." Not positive what was going on or where we were headed, I agreed anyway. Patrick unzipped a small bag under his bike seat and pulled out the standard issue sixth-grade iPhone before leading the way to the family bathroom. Inside it was a large , single-person space and was sort of damp and grimy. There was a large open window close to the ceiling. I pulled the door closed, knowing that I didn't need anyone looking on right now, but it was Patrick who reached over and locked it. He then pointed at the window and put his finger to his lips. Patrick unlocked his phone and stood next to me, showing me the screen. He opened the photos app, and selected a folder that required a password. "This doesn't sync to the cloud, and my parents would never think to look at my photos," he said as he showed me the first picture. It was of an older boy, maybe 15 years old, smiling at the camera. He swiped to the next picture, and it was the same boy, only now with his pants down and his big hard cock pointed at the camera. "Hot, huh?" Patrick asked. "Mmm hmm," I said in shock. "Then maybe you'll like this," he said as he moved to the next picture. This was an awkwardly posed selfie, a younger Patrick's head viewed from the side, the flash lighting his face unevenly, centered on his bulging left cheek as he squinted and attempted to smile, hindered only by the big cock lodged between his lips. "That's how we thank each other at home," he told me, then swiped through other photos, each one following the same pattern; boy posed, boy with cock out, boy's dick in Patrick's mouth. They ranged from small, maybe 10 year-olds, to what appeared to be older high schoolers. "Oh my god," I finally said quietly. "So, do you want me to say `thank you'?" he said, and reached over to grab the shape of my cock that was tenting my workout clothes, "I miss it a lot," he added, as if I wasn't eager enough. "Oh god yes, Patrick," I groaned as he squeezed my cock, "oh thank you." "I need my pictures though," he demanded, "I don't ever share the grownups, they're in a different folder, so you'll be safe." I felt a little sad that I couldn't see the pictures of him blowing grown men, but figured that the cock that I'd like to see being sucked was my own. Against my better judgement I said, "Ok," thinking with my little brain. Patrick gave me a naughty smile and moved around in front of me. "I guess the first one won't look so innocent with that big boner, but it'll have to do," he laughed and took a full body shot of me. "Ok, let's see it," he ordered and I quickly complied, pulling the front of my thin shorts down to reveal my above average erection. I was decent length, but was definitely wider than normal. "Wow!" he said a little too loudly, then flinched when he remembered konyaaltı escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/antalya-escort/konyaalti-escort) that he needed to be quiet, "That's a nice dick," he said in a quieter voice, "I can't wait to suck you off." My erection flexed at that phrase and I let out a groan followed by, "Oh please, baby. I've wanted this from a boy since I was your age." As he put his phone down on the dirty ground and kneeled beside it, right in front of me, he said, "That's too bad, there's lots of boys like me," then he reached out and started to slowly stroke my cock as he examined it from all angles before holding it down to point at his mouth. I gasped when he stuck out his tongue to twirl slowly around the glans. "Ohhh, my god," I moaned when he made contact with his slippery but rough tongue. He looked up at me and smiled, then held the shaft up and licked the underside from my balls up to the tip before opening wide and letting my shaft stretch his lips as it slid into his impossibly warm mouth. "Good lord, kid, that's so nice," I almost cried, "oh my god, thank you for doing this for me," I added and he began to take shallow stokes with his lips over the first few inches of my shaft. From the moment Patrick took his shirt off this morning (which was tucked into the back of his shorts now by the way), it had been one big build up to this event. There was no way that this would be a long blowjob. He worked the exposed shaft with his right hand while his tongue actively ran along the underside, occasionally pulling off and licking the tip before bringing it back into the oven of his mouth. Finally he backed off, opened his mouth much wider than my cock, and slowly descended, letting the head push against the back of his throat, amazingly taking more of my shaft inside until he was just short of my pubic hair, at least two inches lodged in his throat. "Oh, shit kid, fuck yeah," I blurted out, the pleasure and shock of a little kid giving me the first deepthroat of my life, "holy shit, you're amazing!" Patrick backed off and let me slide completely out of his lips with a gasp for air, "Thanks!" he said with a smile, then lifted my balls with his hand and fed them into his own mouth one at a time. I gently stroked his hair and petted his cheek as he slathered over my scrotum and jerked me off with his right hand. Then he switched hands and slid his lips back over my penis and began to really suck me. "I'm gonna cum soon, you're so fucking good," I warned him, but he didn't miss a beat. As I started to feel the electric tingle that announced an approaching orgasm, I looked down and realized that his right hand was shoved down his own shorts, rapidly flogging his unseen boner. That he was getting off from giving me exceptional oral sex was the final straw, and I announced, as quietly as I could, "Oh shit, baby, I'm cuming," and I felt the tingle shoot up from my sack and out of my shaft into Patrick's waiting mouth. I froze momentarily as my cock seemed to recoil like a snake before it spit out my semen in a series of powerful shots that had me shaking in pleasure. It filled the youngster's mouth, but he backed off and held onto the tip like a straw, letting me feed the last drops to him before he let my deflating, spit and cum coated cock slip out of his lips and smiled at me, the cum coating his teeth before he closed his mouth and swallowed all of my semen. I took some deep breathes, recovering from this unbelievable sexual experience when I looked down and saw Patrick still absently stroking his cock. "Now can I thank you?" I asked, which drew a big smile from the boy and he stood up in front of me, his hand still in his pants, then he pulled the front down with his left hand, revealing a rock hard early adolescent cock. He was cut, about three inches, wider than an elementary school kid, but far from a teen, his balls hung loose and were growing, and he had a little hair just above the base of his sexy dick. "I can cum," he offered as I kneeled down, obviously proud of that fact. There was a tiny drop of dew sitting in his piss slit, so the evidence was there. I took over for him wrapping my hand around his hard shaft and leaned in to lick the small, clear dollop of pre-cum. It was so much sweeter than I expected, and drew me in to suck his whole shaft into my mouth. "Oh, yeah man, that's good," he groaned, "suck my dick, dude." The texture of his rock hard shaft was heaven to flick around with my tongue while it was lodged in my mouth. Then I let him go and licked his sweaty, hairless sack, the skin giving off a nice salty flavor as his half inch balls began to retract. I was stroking his beautiful nail while I licked away, then returned to the shaft and started to bob up and down with purpose. Patrick grabbed onto the side of my head with both hands and began to slam into me quickly while I let my hands roam to his waistband in the back and pushed it down over the globes of his ass. Running my hands over the smooth skin, alternately kneading his muscular cheeks with a frantic rubbing that matched his erratic thrusts into my mouth. I finally grew brave enough to run a finger up his sticky crack until my blind exploration found his sweaty starfish. With a bit of pressure to the center of his hole, I massaged in circles eliciting a grin from Patrick. "Yeah, rub me there," he moaned, stopping his frantic thrusts for a moment to let my finger slightly penetrate his hole. Patrick grunted, then with my finger squeezed between his cheeks he held my head again and started to vigorously fuck my face. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed as he pounded into konyaaltı eve gelen escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/antalya-escort/konyaalti-eve-gelen-escort) me, my lips repeatedly connecting with his pubic bone as he slammed himself into me. The boy was almost there, his pace a blur and a series of grunts and groans escaping his lips. I ran my tongue through his slit over and over to collect the delicious, sweet emission and Patrick would flinch with each swipe, "Yeah, do whatever that was!" he blurted, lost in the sensations crashing over him from all directions. Obeying orders, I focused on the tip as much as possible, using my fingers to jerk him off as I licked, bringing him closer and closer to the end, still with one finger slightly inside his tight butthole. He had been still for a few moments, letting me tend to his sensitive glans, but suddenly he thrust back deep into my mouth. His hips thrust erratically and he started to repeat, "Yeah, yeah, yeah," with each thrust. After two more hard plunges into me he pressed himself hard against my face and his little cock swelled and flexed in my mouth as the first shot of thin cum hit the back of my throat. I could feel the contractions as his hole rhythmically clamped around my finger. My thumb was pressed against his perineum for leverage and I could feel the pulsing contractions there as his body worked hard to expel anything that it was able to produce. "Hoh, oh, yeah, yeah," he moaned quietly as his orgasm subsided, his body losing its rigidity as he held onto me for balance. The first shot slid right down my throat, but I had backed off slightly to let the next couple of shots/drools land on my tongue, savoring the flavor of his young adolescent semen. As I slid off of him with a smack, I looked up and saw total satisfaction on Patrick's face as he smiled down at me, "Fuck, man, that was awesome!" he whispered excitedly, again remembering that we were supposed to be quiet. "Thanks!" I answered, "Is was for me too," I told him honestly. Giving him a little swat on his cute butt, I said, "We need to get back, your parents will think that I kidnapped you." "That doesn't sound bad," he laughed, "where would you take me?" I laughed back, "We could take the RV and tour the country," I suggested, "taking breaks to hit the bedroom," I offered, raising my eyebrows. "I like that idea," he said, sounding pretty serious. "I couldn't take you away from your neighborhood boys," I offered, "it looks like you have a pretty good thing going!" I added as I gestured to his phone. "Shit, I didn't get a sucking pic!" he said in a panic, "here, stand up," he ordered then knelt down when I was in place. My spent cock hung down, a remaining drop of cum hanging there. None of this stopped the boy as he wrapped his lips around my cock, held it up with his mouth to make it look erect, and, in a well practiced maneuver, snapped a selfie for his collection. The contact was causing me to start to chub up again, something that didn't go unnoticed by Patrick who started to work his tongue and mouth as if he was sucking a baby bottle. "No you don't," I instructed with a laugh, sliding from his lips, "we need to get back." Patrick gave me a pouty look but stood back up, pulling his shorts up with him. Once we were presentable, we agreed that I'd go out first, if I saw anyone, I'd guard the door and explain my "son's" abdominal issues. Stepping outside, the area was still abandoned, so I gestured for the boy to follow. We gathered our bikes and started to ride back to our campsite. Patrick led, and I couldn't stop staring at him. It was as if my whole world had changed in the last half-hour. I couldn't be happier, and couldn't wait to see where this went. When we got back, no one was stirring at either parking spot. I so badly wanted to lean down and give him a quick kiss, but obviously couldn't risk being seen, so settled for, "I really enjoyed being with you this morning, maybe we can do it again sometime." "Definitely!" he answered, "have a good day," he finished with a smile, then parked his bike and headed inside. The rest of the day was enjoyable, my wife's demands were less grating after my enjoyable sexual release. We took several short hikes and one long one that wore us out, the hot afternoon sun not helping. We returned to the campsite and napped, then spent the rest of the evening sitting outside. We socialized again with Patrick's family, the boy, I guess because he had so much experience with these things, was perfectly non-chalant. He wasn't shy with me, but also wasn't fawning, and I turned out to be much worse at hiding my feelings when I was around the gorgeous boy who'd sucked me off that morning. Patrick's parents thanked me for taking him with me, and I tried not to grow red in the face. Patrick asked if I was going tomorrow, and I said that I'll go if he'll go. "It's a date!" he said loudly, the implication only clear to us, everyone else took it as a funny play on words. By the time we turned in I was completely turned-on and couldn't wait for the next morning to come. That night, my wife was unusually horny. Normally, I don't really love having sex with her, mainly because she requires so much work to get her warmed up, and gives noting in return. Also, let's face it, I preferred boys. Now you would think that I'd be spent from my encounter with Patrick, but the evening of being around the boy made me randy as hell. When she opened her legs and told me to, "Stick it right in, I'm already wet," I had no problem getting hard thanks to the mental image of that sexy boy's lips wrapped around my too-wide cock. As I plunged into her wet loose pussy, I imagined that it was Patrick's mouth instead, that it was his active tongue hitting all of the most sensitive parts. When I was at my peak, I actually bit the pillow to keep from shouting the boy's name as I unloaded into her with the best orgasm I'd ever had with my spouse, all thanks to the memory of an adolescent boy.