I'm Jonah, 18 year old and thats my story:
After my mother passed away, my dad was really depressed. He took a month off from the job and tried to get over it. He drank a lot and when he was drunk he yelled at god and started to cry.
He, the definition of a handsome real man, cried. The tall, muscular man, with thick arms, hair on his chest and a well tanned skin.
After 3 weeks I called my two uncles for help, cause it was getting worse. They showed up immediately and had a trailer with them. My uncle Pete pushed me upstairs and said: "Go pack some stuff for you and your dad. We'll gonna make a road trip. It will help you."
Shortly after I was done and went downstairs, where all are waited for me. "C'mon boy, get your ass into the trailer." commanded my other uncle Kenny.
The trailer wasn't that big and as I stepped in I saw that there was only one big bed in the back. Next to it there were few six-packs of beer.
Pete sat onto the drivers seat and Kenny came into the back to me, while dad sat on the passengers seat. "Now lets enjoy this trip together and try to get a clear mind." said Pete smiling gently.
I lied down in the bed, while Pete drove off our parkway. After we entered the highway, Kenny sat beside me. None of us talked, we just drove.
...
After hours of driving to nowhere it was getting slowly darker and Pete decided to look for a place to stay the night. We drove off the road, a bit into the rocky desert and parked there. Kenny got up and carried 4 folding chairs outside, while Pete collected firewood.
"Kid take some beer out of the trailer." said Kenny. I did as he said and sat down on one of the chairs, while Pete started the campfire. They took all a beer and my dad passed me one too. "Here kid. It's not like you weren't drinking before and with 18 you're sure can deal with few beers with men."
I nodded grateful and opened it up. We cheered and drank and stared silently into the star-filled sky.
...
A couple of beers later, my dad started to say with a soft smile: "Thanks guys, it's been tough and I appreciate your support."
"For sure. We'll always be there for you." said Kenny with a grin.
...
After topics like sports, my school and more beers later Pete looked at me and asked: "Jonah. How's it going with pussy? You must get plenty of it."
"I had never sex. It just didn't happen." I replied ashamed.
Simultaneous all called out: "No way!"
Kenny started to dug deeper: "How could this happen? Are you a fag or why didn't you shove your cock into a hot wet pussy?"
I didn't know what I should answer, so I said bold cause of the effect of alcohol: "I don't know."
They looked at each other, all really drunk and Kenny came up with a question for my dad: "Paul. You didn't have a fuck since how long now?"
"It's been a long time. Even before she died we hadn't sex for weeks. Prude bitch."
Pete understood where this was going: "So why don't we find a solution for all problems? You must be really horny for a pussy and Jonah could be sure what he likes?"
I looked shocked at my uncles and my father. Dad was looking like he really thought about this.
Kenny cheered him up: "Bro. It will be great. And wouldn't you feel better if you would know that it's not a stranger that fucks his pussy? Plus the fact that you can get rid of pressure in your balls? Think of it."
