Date: Tue, 29 May 2007 20:56:14 -0500
From: Skinlvr <jmyska@comcast.net>
Subject: Dad's Massage Chapter 1

	Cajun men are hot. They just are. My Dad is no exception. Dark and
hairy and naturally muscular, he's been my own personal wet dream for many
years. We're hard working farmers, he and I. It's just been the two of us
since my mom died five years ago. Dad never remarried, hell, he never even
dated after mom was gone. He'd never say so, but I get the impression that
mom passing was somewhat of a relief for him. Not that he didn't love her,
I think he did. He's just what people call a man's man. He's too much man
to be very comfortable around women.

 So, when she was gone it was just the two of us and that seemed to suit
Dad just fine. I was nine when mom died, I'm 14 now. I go to school and do
all the housekeeping stuff. Dad works the fields and keeps food on the
table. In his spare time he hunts and fishes like all Cajun men. He taught
me and I go with him whenever I can.

Before mom died, we were pretty proper around the house because she wanted
it that way. After she was gone, all that properness went with her. Now,
when Dad comes in from the fields, he showers and puts on a pair of ratty
old white boxers and nothing else. So I got used to seeing him that way and
thought little about it. There was less laundry to do, and since that is my
chore, that was just fine by me.

A couple of years ago, when I began going through puberty, I started liking
those old ratty boxers a lot. I liked the way they rode really low on his
hips because the elastic was shot from so much washing and wearing. I liked
how some pairs were missing the snaps that held the fly closed and how
others were getting holes around the crotch and ass. Dad didn't seem to
notice, but I did. I admit that I started helping them along a bit on
laundry day. I'd remove a snap here or make a tiny hole there. A few more
washings and they'd start to look like I liked them.

You see, a couple of years ago I started to notice and get real interested
in what dad had inside those boxers. I could tell that he was hung just
from the way things moved and bounced when he walked. And I knew he was
really hairy from all the black silky hair on his chest and arms and
legs. Even his toes and fingers were covered in those soft black hairs. But
I hadn't seen him completely naked since I was a little kid and he used to
give me a bath with him. I don't remember much from those times, besides I
have a completely different interest in things now.

That's why over the last couple of years, I've started to try to get a
glimpse inside those boxers every chance I get. I've been real careful not
to get caught doing it since I don't know how he'd react if he knew.
Anyway, Dad's so unconsciously sexy and natural that he makes my quest
easy. He flops around the house in those low riding, ratty boxers
completely unaware that he's giving me a show.

Most nights after supper, Dad sacks out on the couch and watches TV while I
do my homework sitting at the coffee table in front of him. I always
position myself at the end next to his legs so I don't block his view of
the set. That way, when I glance over at him, I'm looking up his legs
directly at his crotch. The sofa is long so he can stretch all the way out
and spread his legs a little. It gives me a great view.

Many nights, I've been able to see up one leg or the other of his boxers
and catch a glimpse of his hairy balls. Sometimes they pull tight and I can
see the outline of his dick going about five inches down his leg. Other
times he reaches in the front slit and gives himself a good scratch or
adjusts things to make himself more comfortable. If the fly stays gaping
open I get a good view of his thick black bush and occasionally I can see
the first couple of inches of his thick shaft where it joins his body. I
try not to stare, but sometimes it's hard. He never seems to notice, just
keeps watching his program without giving me a thought.

After I'm done with my homework, I usually hop up on the sofa with Dad.
Sometimes he pulls up his legs to make room for me, other times he just
lays them across my lap. Lately I've begun massaging his feet for him while
he watches TV. He really seems to like that, grunting and moaning when I
work on a particularly sore spot. At eleven, he shuts off the set and we go
to bed.

Dad's been working really hard lately and all the extra work has been
making him more tired than usual. A week ago, he nodded off while I was
massaging his feet. I didn't notice at first, just kept caressing and
working his big strong feet. By the time I was finishing up on the second
one though he was snoring deeply and I knew he was out. Since I knew he was
asleep, I decided to take the massage a little further than usual.

I bent his leg at the knee and planted his foot between my legs and started
to move my hands up and down his hairy calf. Dad has huge, muscular calves
to go along with his size 13 feet. It took both hands to knead and work the
calf until it started to relax in my hands. He moaned again and snorted
awake. He looked at me and said, "That felt good, Bud. Don't forget to do
the other one." I was a little shocked, but pleased.

I traded legs and began to work on his other calf. Soon he was snoring
again. Knowing that he knew what I was doing to him and didn't mind made me
bolder. I caressed and kneaded his big calf muscles enthusiastically. I
glanced over at his crotch while I was working on him and almost lost my
breath. The leg of his boxers had ridden all the way up when I bent his leg
allowing both of his balls to slip out of the opening. They were the size
of hen's eggs and lay loosely in his wrinkly hair covered sack.

I just stared at them, memorizing every detail as I continued working on
his calf. I longed to reach out and touch them, to feel the weight of them
in my palm. But I didn't dare. Instead, I finished working on Dad's calf
then gently woke him and told him it was time for bed. As he was getting
up, Dad thanked me for rubbing his calves and said, "Maybe next time you
can do the tops of my legs if you don't mind, they're really sore too."

I couldn't believe my ears. I tried not to act too excited and just said,
"Sure, Pop, no problem. Maybe I can do them tomorrow night."

"That'd be great, son," he replied. Then he went off to bed.

I could hardly wait until the next night. It was Saturday, so I didn't have
homework to do so I could start massaging him right after supper. The next
day, I took every pair of Dad's boxers from the week and put them in the
washer, leaving his underwear drawer empty. Instead of drying them, I left
them in the washer until after he came in from his day. After his shower,
Dad came into the kitchen wearing his towel tucked loosely around his
waist.

"Where's all my drawers?" he asked me. I apologized for running behind on
the laundry and told him they'd be dry soon. He just grunted and sat down
at the table for his supper. After he ate, he went and flopped down on the
sofa still wearing his bath towel.

I quickly did the dishes and joined him on the sofa where he was already
beginning to doze a little. Without saying a word, I picked up his left
foot and slowly began massaging it. Dad let out a big sigh and settled back
throwing his arm across his eyes. Knowing he couldn't see me, I glanced
over at him, studying his masculine body as I rubbed his sore feet. What a
sight. He had his right arm over his eyes exposing his thick black-haired
armpit. His other arm lay casually across his stomach. I had his left leg
bent at the knee which caused the towel to loosen so that the entire leg
was bare to the hip. The towel still covered his crotch, but I could see a
good bit of his thick pubic bush and the left side of his balls where they
rested on the sofa cushion.

I was dying to raise his other leg to see what that would expose, but I
forced myself to take my time and thoroughly massage his foot. As I worked
on him, Dad began to breathe deeper and more steadily so I knew that he was
beginning to drift into sleep. As soon as he started to snore I laid his
left leg over my lap and raised the right one to begin working on his other
foot. I was staring at his towel-covered crotch as I slowly lifted his
foot, raising it a little more than was absolutely necessary.

Slowly the towel began to ride up his thigh. It came completely apart at
his waist then began to move up and over his crotch. Soon a wrinkly pucker
of foreskin came into view. It was dark brown and about a half an inch long
gathered around a dark and inviting opening. My mouth started watering and
I wondered what it would feel like to slip my tongue into that opening. A
little higher and the flare of his cockhead appeared. It widened so
abruptly that I could tell that Dad had a fat blunt head, more square than
tapered. It was at least two inches from side to side, maybe even two and a
half. Another two inches up and I could see where the ridge of the head was
clearly visible beneath his rubbery foreskin. A thick vein from further up
the shaft ran down the middle of the skin covering his dickhead and split
into two that wrapped around the underside of his pucker.

I was dying to see the rest of him so I continued to raise Dad's leg. The
towel finally fell all the way back, exposing his entire dick all the way
to his bush. He was completely soft and still at least six inches long
resting on the cushion of his big floppy balls. The ball sack looked to be
about four inches long and his dick extended at least two inches beyond its
end. The shaft was thick and wide where it arched up out of his pubes. It
was the most beautiful and powerful thing I had ever seen. I longed to
reach over and touch him, to feel the thickness and weight of him in my
hand.

But I was afraid of spoiling this intimacy with him so I began to knead and
massage his foot instead. Dad's snoring continued throughout, so when I was
done with the foot I began to move my hands up and around his calf. Dad
moaned a little when I squeezed my hands around his sore muscles and
shifted his butt a little further down the couch toward me. The shift in
his butt caused his dick to flex and move with him. It swelled and lifted
itself off the sofa as Dad scooted down. I laid Dad's leg against my chest
so I could look over his knee and watch as his dick moved into its new
position. It flexed one more time as Dad settled down with a big sigh and a
snort.

Dad's cockhead had swollen a good bit with the effort of moving and now
stood out dramatically at the end of his shaft. The veins that crisscrossed
its length were also much more prominent making him look even more
powerful. I kept waiting for the added thickness to go down as Dad once
again began to snore deeply but it didn't. He wasn't hardening really, but
things were definitely more expanded than they'd been a few minutes ago.

Once I'd completed the work on Dad's calf I decided to keep going on his
left leg rather than moving to the other calf. I was dying to move my hands
closer to his crotch and he had asked me to massage the top of his legs. So
with slightly shaking hands I carefully moved above his knee and began to
dig my thumbs into his thick thigh. I left his knee bent and his leg
resting against my chest so I could keep a clear view of my prize.

As my fingers attacked his lower thigh I rested my lips on the top of his
knee gently kissing then licking the silky black hairs that covered his
skin. Dad once again began to moan softly between snores. I took this as a
sign that he was enjoying what I was doing so I increased the pressure with
both my fingers and my tongue. As I moved slowly up his thigh I began to
concentrate on the sensitive side that ran along his inner leg. By the time
I reached his mid-thigh I got the reaction I was hoping for. Dad's dick
began to noticeably swell.

First the head expanded stretching out his foreskin and shortening the
pucker at the end a bit. Then the shaft began to lengthen. The skin
covering his dick still looked pretty loose but the shaft was at least an
inch longer now, about seven inches in all. I moved down even further until
the back side of my hand was now running alongside his lengthening pole
only about two inches to one side of it.

Dad moaned again so I stopped where I was and got to work on the tender
muscles of his inner thigh. I leaned over his leg a bit and began to softly
lick the part of his thigh my hands had just left. The licking and rubbing
was working its magic and his dick started to swell now more rapidly. Dad's
dickhead had swollen to a fat three inches long from end to ridge and now
looked bigger than would easily fit in my mouth. Suddenly the shaft flexed
rising up off the sofa cushion and lengthening another inch before coming
to rest again.

Further down my hands explored until the backside of my fingers came into
contact with the outside edge of his hairy balls. I slowly rubbed up and
down gently stroking both his inner thigh and the soft sensitive skin of
his balls.

	"Ooh," Dad moaned with a sigh as his shaft came up off the sofa
once again. This time it swayed in the air for a full ten or fifteen
seconds as it became fully hard. Even completely hard, Dad's dick continued
to point straight down as if it was just too heavy and thick to point up
toward his navel. It was now about ten inches long and as big around as my
wrist. I continued to stroke the outside of his ball sack while his cock
twitched and strained. I gave him one more stroke on the thighs, this time
lifting my fingers on the way down to deliberately caress his fat left
nut. His shaft rose up again and danced for a second as a clear drop of
fluid appeared at the end of his pucker. It poised, hanging there for a bit
before slowly sliding off the end of his foreskin and dripping down to the
cushion below. I quickly scooped it up with my finger before his shaft
settled down to cover it. I brought my finger quickly to my mouth and
sucked greedily tasting my Dad's pre-cum for the first time.

I carefully laid Dad's left leg across my lap and once again raised the
right one to begin working on his other calf and thigh. I was curious to
see what would happen when I moved away from the sensitive area next to his
crotch. As I began to massage I was thrilled to see that Dad's dick stayed
fully hard. I made short but thorough work of his calf so that I could move
onto the thigh. I knew I'd be reaching across his crotch to reach the thigh
furthest from me and wondered what possibilities this would hold.

As I moved down the thigh I had to actually arch my wrists to avoid sliding
the underside of them over his throbbing shaft. I didn't want to overtly
grope him, I mean I did but I still wasn't sure that was a good idea and I
didn't want this to stop yet. I was enjoying staring and being so close to
his hard dick that I didn't want to spoil things. On the next up stroke
though, Dad raised his hips a bit rubbing his hard shaft against my
wrists. I pressed down with them and felt as he stroked the top of his dick
against them as I moved. This time he shuddered a bit as he moaned. This
was the sign I had been waiting for.

I carefully slid my right hand off of his thigh as my left hand continued
to caress him. I pulled my right hand back until it was directly over his
rigid pole then gently laid it down on him. He immediately pressed the
shaft into the palm of my hand so I loosely wrapped my fingers around
it. It throbbed wildly in my grip as I caressed him squeezing my fingers a
little tighter.

Dad hadn't made a move to stop me so I gave up all pretense of the
massage. I reversed my right hand sliding it under his shaft and wrapped my
fingers around it about two inches back from the head. I moved my left hand
back as well tangling my fingers into his pubic hair. Dad let out a deep
groan and pushed his hard shaft against my gripping right hand stroking
himself with my fingers. I got the hint and slowly began making short easy
strokes with my fist raising the shaft until it was aimed straight up from
his body.

My God, it was glorious. Ten inches long and so thick that my fingers
didn't touch as clasped him tightly in my hand. I let the shaft slide up
through my fingers until I was gripping it just behind the bloated
cockhead. Then I squeezed and moved my hand down causing his foreskin to
begin to slip over the head. The pucker that still extended beyond the end
of the head widened before parting to reveal his large leaking piss
slit. His juices were flowing out of the slit and sliding down the curve of
his fat head leaving it shiny and wet. I continued my downward stroke
revealing more and more of the fat juicy head until the foreskin slid over
the thick ridge with a barely audible pop. Dad pushed up again into my hand
causing the head to flare even more and forcing a huge spurt of precum out
of the slit where it slid quickly down the shaft. I loosened my grip on him
enough to capture the slick fluid in my palm twisting my hand around the
shaft to lubricate it. Then I stroked up on Dad's shaft causing the
foreskin to swallow the head once again.

"Mmmm," Dad grunted as I slid my hand up and over his cockhead capturing
the pucker of foreskin on its end between my thumb and forefinger. I pulled
up on the skin and shook Dad's dick back and forth a bit watching it dance
by the skin. Then I took hold of his shaft once again and began to stroke
it in earnest watching the foreskin as it revealed and covered the head. I
leaned over him a bit so that my face and my mouth were directly above the
head as I jacked. Dad was leaking constantly now so that his entire shaft
and my hand were slick with his juice. I reached under his dick with my
left hand and began to caress his heavy balls while I stroked his shaft in
my fist.

In no time Dad was breathing heavily and thrusting up with each down stroke
of my hand. When his balls pulled up and his shaft got even more rigid I
knew he was almost there. I speeded up my right hand as I gathered both of
his balls with my left and gave them a good tug. As I was doing this I
lowered my face and opened my mouth until I was poised only a couple of
inches above the head of his dick. With a huge shout and a mighty upward
thrust Dad exploded. Thick ropy white jets of cum slammed into my open
mouth and splashed across my face as I closed my mouth to swallow and savor
what I had captured. He kept shooting volley after volley each as powerful
as the last. Seven in all. I managed to swallow three of them, the rest
coated my face and slid down my chin to my neck.

Dad finally collapsed back onto the couch. He was utterly spent and moaning
senselessly. I removed the towel from around his waist and wiped my face
and neck after scooping what I could of his sperm into my mouth. Then I
gently pulled his foreskin back and carefully cleaned the head of his dick
and his shaft. When I was done cleaning him up I reverently moved the
foreskin back up and over his rapidly shrinking head and laid his dick back
on the cushions between his legs.

We both just sat there breathing for a few minutes. I was nervous about
what would happen now that I finally had gotten what I had been
wanting. Finally Dad spoke without removing the arm still covering his
eyes. "That was some massage, Bud. Just what your old man needed. Thanks."

"Sure Pop," I replied letting out a huge sigh of relief. "I enjoyed it
too."

Now Dad uncovered his eyes and looked at me grinning a little. "You did,
didn't you?" he asked.

"Yeah," I answered honestly. "I enjoyed it a lot."

"Well, then," he said, "I guess you won't mind giving me another one
tomorrow night?"

"No, sir," I replied grinning back at him and licking my lips. "I won't
mind at all."