Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2012 17:33:52 -0800 (PST) From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads Chapter 12: Engineer Dad This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all characters is entirely a figment of the author's imagination. For those of you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving at this time. This story may contain scenes of a graphic nature between father and his sons, or under age boys and adult males, which may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. 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Mom and Dad had waited a long time to have me and were both in their thirties when I was born. At thirteen, Dad was now forty-eight and Mom was forty-three. Two years ago, Mom had been thrown while training a big new Arabian quarterhorse. She'd landed on a pile of posts for a new fence they were having built. The impact really messed up her back and the horse stepped on her foot crushing her ankle. After that, she was in a good deal of pain most of the time and had gone from incredibly active to staying in bed a lot of the time. Dad was supportive and never once complained, though it must've taken a toll on their marriage. Mom had been a beauty...homecoming queen, head cheerleader, all class favorites, and most beautiful in her high school. Dad had been a football player, though not a star, and they'd been sweethearts most of their lives. I took after mom's fair hair and comlexion as well as her slender form. Dad had the look of a pitbull drill sargeant. Everything about the two of them was striking from mom's creamy skin, long blond hair, and wide blue eyes to Dad's heavy chiseled german features and hair coated bulky and heavily muscled physique. Over the years, neither had changed much though Dad was now beginning to show signs of rounding in his hard stomach. Somehow that added bulk only made him seem even more masculine and powerful in his rolling gorilla walk and pumped up legs, chest, shoulders, and arms. Dad's face was square and broad like the rest of him. He had a jutting arrogant jaw and chin just recently covered in a new dense black beard. It made him seem even more dark and imposing...dangerously handsome. What kept him from looking too harsh where his thick dark sloping eyebrows that gave him a look of boyish surprise over his squinty grey eyes lined in thick black lashes. With Mom now absent from a lot of our time together, things with Dad seemed to begin to change. He began spending a lot more time with me and began sort of treating me like a buddy. When not away on a military job, he worked for a local oil refinery as he was well known engineer. He'd come home, grab a beer, through a towel over his recliner, sit back, and then ask me to pull his boots off for him. At first, that was all and it thrilled me in an odd way to do that for him. Later, he took to also opening his jeans and having me pull those off as well. Then, he'd sit there and watch the news in his boxers with me. At thirteen, I was becoming curious and interested in sex. I was fascina- ted by the thick base of his cock I could see through the fly of his boxers when it would gape open through his shifting of positions in his chair. I began taking more notice and spent a great deal of time examining the long thick outline of it down the leg of those boxers expecially when he had the footrest up and everything seemed to bulge outward from underneath the thin cotton material. As time went by, I found Dad catching me staring when I'd come back into the room from answering his request for another beer. He never said any- thing, but I would find his eyes locked on mine instead of the tv when I'd bring him a fresh bottle. After a few months of this, he began adjusting himself down there all the time. I'd be laying on the couch and notice his arm moving to his crotch. I couldn't help but look over to watch him adjust that fat rubbery cock this way or that. I'd get so hard, I'd excuse myself to take a shower and then beat off before getting in. I never questioned my sexuality over it. It just turned me on to see him like that and I gave no thought to it. Since I'd stopped wearing pajammas years ago, I'd return in just a pair of white briefs and go back to watching tv till bed time. One Friday night at bed time, though, he asked if I'd stay up and watch a western movie with him. I immediately said yes even though I was already be- ginning to get sleepy. About a half an hour later, he asked if I wanted anything as he was going in for another beer. We had a gallon of store bought chocolate milk in the fridge, so I just asked for a glass of that and sat up on the couch as he left. He came back in but stopped at the dining room table before coming into the living room. He stretched upward groaned and yawned, then popped the buttons on his shirt...peeled it off his bulky torso...and, draped it over the back of chair before grabbing the drinks and heading into where I was waiting. I stared at him thinking how he was the most handsome and sexy of all the dad's of my circle of friends. All that thick rounded muscle heavily packing his tall frame and that flurry of dark curly hair coating every inch of him except for the white patch that was coming in between his thick slabs of bulging chest muscles. I also loved the way his wide thighs pushed the hems of the legs of his boxers upward to gather just below his crotch and kind of 'pouch' the heavy balls and cock stuffed inside. I wasn't knowledgeable enough yet to label it all as attraction, I just thought of it as a deep pride and admiration of Dad. Without thinking, I said out loud, "I like you in your cowboy hat." He shot me a quizzical look from under the brim in just his slouching boot socks and boxers. "I mean, better than in a cap. Y' look more like a kid in one of your caps, but more...I dunno...'cool' in your hat." He just stood there a moment with a blank look on his face as I began feeling as if I'd just said something really weird when he responded matter of factly, "Well, I guess I'll jus' stick t' my cowboy hats from now on." That was the end of it and he handed me my chocolate milk, then settled back in his recliner. A few minutes later, I caught him adjusting himself and cut my eyes in that direction. I found him with his hand inside the fly of his boxers, scratching and rolling his furry oversized balls in his fingers, then groping his fat cock before removing his hand. When he did, he'd left it curved right along the front of the fly with the side of it toward me fully exposed like three-quarters of a donut. It was as thick and bulky as the rest of him, pale and showing a net- work of bulging veins snaking down the long length. His cock was much bigger than mine both in length and thickness. His was also uncut with a heavy layer of skin tightly covering what looked to be a very big, very prominent, and very shapely head on that long piece of meat. Even soft I could easily see Dad had to be topping eight inches. I was more impressed now than ever and it was hard to pull my eyes away. "Good movie, huh, son?" He asked immediately. "Yeah, I like the black and whites." I responded, finding it odd that he asked the question right as I'd been discreetly staring at his big cock. "Me, too, good quality...feels like y' know what it would've been like t' live back then, don't it." "Yeah. I hadn't thought about it, but yeah. It would've been cool t' live back then...go on cattle drives, fight off indians and rustlers, sleep under the stars every night. Cool." "We should go camping again." "Could we?" "Sure. It'd jus' be you n' me, Mom wouldn't do well because of the acci- dent. But if you're okay with that...sure, we could go just the two of us. We might could even make it a fishing n' camping trip." I turned to him excitedly, waking up a bit with the possibility. "That'd be great!" I saw the hint of a smile on his handsome face and it made me feel warm. I tried not to, but I dropped my eyes to his crotch again. That thick piece of meat between his big legs was still arched half out in the air in its frame of the fly of his boxers. I quickly jerked my eyes back up to find the expression on his handsome face unchanged as he added, "Deal. I'll make plans and we'll go in a week or two. Would you go grab me a papertowel for my beer, son?" "Sure!" I was still happy with excitement, but suddenly embarassed to stand up in my tight white briefs with what would surely be an obvious hard on. I did as he asked though, and felt mortified when I stood to find my dick tenting my briefs way out in front of me. Once in the kitchen, I stuffed it painfully down- ward as it just wouldn't get less hard and then walked back in. I gave Dad the paper towel and jumped stomach-down on the couch as soon as I could. I laid there pretending to watch the movie, thought all I could concentrate on was my hard prick curved uncomfortably down over my balls. After about thirty minutes, I heard Dad's light snoring begin filling the room. I arched up and looked over to find him with one hand across his hard hairy stomach and the other draped off the side of the chair. I looked down and stared at the long fat cock exposed in the fly of his boxers and decided I had to touch it...I had to know what that big cock felt like. "Dad?" There was no answer or change in his breathing or snoring. I got up and then got down on my knees. I crawled over and lightly placed my hand on the coarse forest of hair cover- ing his thigh and asked quietly again, "Dad?" Still, nothing. Almost shaking with nervousness I reached for his cock and then jerked my hand back. I got up and turned off all the lights and the sound on the tv almost to nothing, and then went back. I put my hand on his thigh again, "Dad?" Still, nothing. I reached over and grazed my fingertips across his curved cock. Man, it felt hot! I grazed my fingertips back and forth across it, watching it swell and lengthen in its curved positioning. Then, I opened my hand and slid my palm back and forth over it. It flexed and jerked under my touch, and I hurriedly got up and returned to my position on the couch. My dick was rock hard and I was shaking with both nervousness and excitement. I intended on waiting a while and then going back. But, after pulling a pillow under my head, I fell asleep instead. The room was dark and silent when I woke up again. Something just felt odd in the room when I opened my eyes half way and felt as if I was staring into a wall. I knew I wasn't facing the back of the couch and I could heard Dad's breathing. But, it wasn't from across the room anymore, it was coming from directly above me. Soon a shadowed band of white slid from above me down to the floor and I realized it was Dad's wide dark hairy legs that were right in front of me and it had been his boxers being slid down to the floor. I could just make out the movement of him stepping out of them and then heard the crack of a knee as he went down on one and suddenly his big erect cock came into view. My eyes shot wide in the pitch black room and I wondered what in the hell he was doing! He shuffled a bit closer and I felt his hand lightly and carefully feeling for my face. His hand gently found my jaw, then my chin, and finally my lips. Then, he moved his hips forward and his fingers moved the hooded head of his cock to my lips. I did nothing. I just laid there unsure of what to do as I didn't want him to know I was awake. I just wanted this to keep going and didn't want to do anything that would stop it. My own dick was rock hard again in the silence of the dark room, and I wanted whatever he was going to do. I wanted it a LOT! The head of his cock bounced and jerked against my lips, Dad's breathing now coming faster and deeper. A thumb pulled my chin downward and my lips open. I felt like I was going to cum any minute when he moved the head of that big cock inside my mouth. And...oh god, oh god...I did. The second the fat head of his cock was stuffed inside my mouth, my dick jerked and shot blast after blast of cum inside my briefs. I barely stifled a moan in my throat as my head spun at the feeling of my jaw stretched wide over him. His hand left my face as he held his cock there with just the head inside. That hand moved down where my stomach met the couch down to the waist of my briefs. As he moved his hand under me and between my skin and the waist bank, I tilted my hips discreetly to give him easier access to where he was going. His fingers slipped further inside and met the head of my dick and all the cum soaking everything around it. I heard him groan at the same time as his big cock flexed and another inch or two of Dad's fat meat leapt into my mouth. He began sliding his fingers back and forth over the underside of the head of my gooey dick, and began moving his own cock a few thick inches in and out of my mouth. I didn't think he would notice, so I began tracing the bul- ging head of his cock with my tongue on every stroke...trying to time it so he would think it was his movements causing the sensation and that I was still fully asleep. He pulled his fingers from my briefs and must have rubbed my cum on his cock as I soon got an added taste of something thick and salty to the other flavors of my father's big meat. His hand reached back inside my briefs and then went back to his cock several more times until most of my load was now coating his cock and sliding down my throat. Oh man!!! I was sooo turned on! I was having sex for the first time. And, I was having it with my own father! I made the assumption that he probably hadn't had it for a long time with Mom's physical condition, so I felt like I was giving him something he really needed on top of how badly I wanted it. I knew my father didn't have a gay bone in his body, and I didn't yet realize whether I did or not. I just thought of it as me doing something for him as he inadvertent- ly gave me my introduction to sex...not gay sex in my mind, just sex in general. Then, things suddenly took a dark turn. "Did you like touchin' my cock when I was asleep, you little queer?" Dad growled and shoved his cock into my mouth hard. What??? Oh, shit! "Answer me, son. Did you like rubbin' my cock and gettin' me hard?" Oh, no! I couldn't answer. I couldn't bring myself to do it. I wanted to both cry and die at that moment. "I'm a man, you sack of shit. And, I haven't had anything but my own hand in the last two years. I haven't cheated and I've gone without. And then, my own son goes after my cock. What the fuckin' hell, boy?" He growled and shoved back into my mouth. The tears started flowing. He was mad, mad as hell, and I'd caused this. "Get up." He yanked his cock from my mouth as I just laid there in fear. "Get up!" He growled low and mean as he stood up in front of me. I sat up without looking at him and swung my legs off the edge of the couch. He grabbed my upper arm in a harsh grip and yanked me onto my feet before dragging me off to my room on the first floor, his room with mom being up the stairs and on the second floor. He tossed me onto my bed and then shut the door behind him once we were inside. He reached beside the door and flicked on the switch for the light in my closet and a soft glow filled the room from the space under the closed closet door. He strode over to where I laid, bracing his legs apart and crossing his big muscular arms across his equally muscular chest. The coarse black hair covering every inch of his body seemed to glow like a dark halo around him, deepening and accenting every curve of the heavy rounded muscle packing his 6'2" broad frame. A huge cock jutted angrily from above big round balls that hung five or six inches below in a long drooping sack covered in a forest of the same dark hair that coated every other part of him. He was mad, he was frightening, he was also hot and sexy as all hell standing there in nothing but his thick boot socks. That fat cock that'd been easily eight inches when soft was now stabbing the air in front of Dad at over ten! "You started this, son, and you're damned well gonna finish it. You wanna be a faggot. You wanna suck my cock, well..suck it you queer cocksucker." "I'm not a queer!" I finally found my voice and weakly protested. "You're not??? Then, why'd you grab my cock, faggot?" "I don't know! I just.... I don't know!" I cried desperately...telling the truth. "Oh, shut the fuck up and get on your knees...now!" "Dad, please..." "NOW!" Oh god, what had I done? Dad had never been particularly loving or af- fectionate, but he'd always been good and kind to me. Had I ruined it all in one stupid curious move? I got off the bed, crying, and knelt in front of him. "Suck it, you little bastard. That's what you want. I could tell when I found you'd creamy your sissy drawers over just havin' the head in your mouth. So, fuckin' suck it and finish what you started, boy!" Oh fuck.... I leaned forward and put my hands on his big thighs for support. I opened my mouth and slid it over his cock. I didn't know what to do, so I just moved my mouth back and forth over it. "No, you little shit, suck it!" He grabbed my fack and pushed the sides to- gether in his hands. I tightened my lips in response and began suctioning with my mouth. "That's it...suck. Use your tongue. You wanted it, you damned well better do a good goddamned job at it!" I did the best I could. I was mortified at the slurping sounds, they sounded loud and disgusting as his fat cock stroked in and out of my face held harshly in his two big hands. "Oh yeah, that's it, boy. Suck that big dick. Suck your Daddy's big fuckin' fat cock!" To my deeper and utter humiliation, I began getting hard again. I tried my best to stop it. But, having my father forcing me to suck his huge hard meat was turning me on whether I wanted to admit it or not. And, I desperately didn't want to admit it...to him or to myself. I cried even harder sucking on his massive trouser snake knowing I couldn't hide my excitement from him. "Oh god, that's good, boy. Oh yeah. Oh fuck. Yeah, suck it, boy, suck your Dad's cock...." He groaned and thrust into me, hitting the back of my throat and bruising the tender flesh there. "Oh fuck..." He tilted my head back and shoved deep into my throat. I went wild at the fear of being choked. I began beating his hairly thighs as the musky dusty woodsy smell of his crotch, thick cock, and heavy balls poured into my chest. "GODDAMN IT!" What happened next was a complete blur. Dad grabbed me around the chest, lifted me off the floor and off my feet, and threw me onto the bed. He flipped me over on my back and jerked me across the bed until my head was hanging upside down over the edge. He grabbed my arms and pinned them out to my sides, and then thrust his cock past my lips and back down my throat. I jerked and fought back futily against his grip and the huge cock shoved into my throat. I had nothing against his much bigger size and tremendous strength. He easily held me there and began fucking my face, probably in the same way he'd fucked my mother between her legs before her accident. All I could do was lay there and take his hard fat cock as he shoved it into me over and over. His heavy hairy balls crashed into my forehead and eyes on every demand- ing stroke. "You wanna tell me you don't like this?" He growled releasing my arms and planting a big rough hand solidly on my chest as he continued pounding that huge cock into my throat. I jerked as pain shot through me when he brought his other hand swinging across my body to slap my hard dick roughly to the side. My throat clamped down on him like a vise grip in response. "OH YEAH, BOY!" He hissed down at me and fucked my face and throat even harder. He slapped my dick again, eliciting the same flailing response. "OH YEAH!" He fucked my face, driving his cock in and out of my throat like nothing else mattered, and smacked my dick harshly over and over. "FUCK! FUCK!" His hips began bucking furiously and thick salty slime began slicking my mouth and signally that his load was about to erupt. He'd pulled all the way out to the head when the first blast jetted forth and filled my mouth as he slapped my dick even harder than before. The impact of that stinging slap and the feel of this thick cum spewing out and filling my mouth made my own dick jerk and shoot all the way up onto my father's hairy stomach. "Oh yeah, faggot, shoot your load while you eat mine. Eat my cum, boy, eat my fuckin' cum!!!" He hissed and held his exploding meat just inside my lips. I just held my mouth on him as his cum spewed from the sides. "Swallow, bastard, swallow!!" He slapped the side of my face, and I gulped down what was filling my mouth just as another thick blast replaced it. I swallowed and swallowed, gyrating my hips on the bed as my own dick shot over and over in the same timing as Dad's. My cum was spattering all through the hair on his stomach and falling in wet globs onto my face and his cock. Dad began moving a few inches in and out of my mouth, feeding me my own cum at the same time as I choked on his huge load filling my mouth. For what seemed like forever, his cock belched bucket after bucket of slimy seed into my mouth and throat. I was choking on the sheer pent up volume of it, the flavor of it mixing with my own, and spirally downward in the realization that my own father had just raped my face and was filling my belly with his huge thick white cum. He reached down and grabbed his fat hard cock by the base and milked the last of his load into my mouth just as the last jets of mine spilled down my chest and stomach and then dribbled down my shaft onto my balls and the sparse beginnings of hair sprouting faintly around my dick. He pulled the head of his cock from my mouth, grabbed me by the arm, and dragged me off the bed to kneel in front of him. "Clean your fuckin' mess off me, goddamn it. I'm not goin' to your mother's bed all soaked in your queer slime!" He growled. I didn't care any more. I was hot. I was hot for him. I didn't care what he thought or felt about me. I would later, but not now. I dove onto him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I buried my face in the thick hair of his hard stomach and licked and sucked my cum from him. I could smell his scent...his sweat...that smell that greeted me when he came in from a long day out in the field. Suddenly that scent was more than just him. That smell was hot, sexy, and thrilling. I climbed further up him, past where my load had hit. I sucked at the sweat clinging to that mass of curly dark hair coating his huge wide chest. I rose higher, smelling a more intense version of it and found myself pushing my face up into his armpit. I almost passed out, he smelled so good..so hot..so sexy...and so utterly male there. I dove in and sucked at the salty dampness, soaring in the smell and feel of it coating my face. I ground my dick into his leg and I felt his own massive cock meat jerking and flexing against my stomach as I worked. I began grinding my stomach against that huge fat cock. Still not caring what he thought of me so overwhelmed by the feel and smell of this big man that was my father. Suddenly, he shoved me forcefully off him so I landed clumsily back to sitting on the edge of the bed panting heavily with my dick straining up from my crotch. "What the fuck???" The look on his face was a confusion of disgust, heat, and anger. "What the fuck was that?!!!" He demanded. I just sat there, ignoring the question and staring at all the muscle and hair packing his tall brick shit-house body...staring at the rigid cock jerking heatedly in front of his powerful hips. "AAAAGGGGHHH!!!" He stormed forward, grabbed my head, and shoved his cock back into my mouth. With no finesse or control, he began fucking the hell out of my face yet again. I took it. I drowned in it. I loved it. I took everything he had and loved him giving it to me. He fucked me hard, stabbing that ten-plus inch cock back down my throat on every savage stroke. He fucked me and fucked me and fucked me until a low growl began in his throat once again and his balls drew up until they were hitting my chin. He began pounding my face as if the pain in his balls from hitting my chin was sending him over the edge as much as my tight throat grabbing at his big cock hungrily. He began cumming again, unloading as he fucked me...pouring his cum down my throat and across my tongue until it was streaming down my neck and chest. He bent double over me, his stomach and chest pressing into the top of my head as he hunched his hips into my face and poured the last of his exhausted load into me. I couldn't have been happier. Dad was worn out from fucking my face, two loads of his cum were filling my stomach and raining down my torso. I'd cum again somewhere at the end of it all, my own cum mixing with his on my chest and stomach. I was in heaven! Dad finally pulled away and staggered back. I could see him in the soft light...all hairy and sweaty, raw male, and dripping with enough testosterone for three men. In my eyes...he was a god! The look on his face was muted shock. Whether shock over me and what I'd just done for him, or shock over what he'd just forced upon me I didn't know. All I could read was the shock as his chest heaved and his huge cock finally began drooping downward in front of his big set of low hanging hairy balls. He seemed to come out of it and actually focus directly on me, "Clean yourself up for christ's sake and get t' bed." He stared at me for one more second, then turned and left the room shutting the door behind him. The minute the door was shut, I scooped the cum off my chest and stomach. Then, I grabbed my still hard dick and jacked myself off for the first time that evening and came again in less than ten strokes. I fell back on the bed and shot my cum all over my chest and stomach again thinking about what all had just happened. 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