Drawn West

By Jim002

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Five

"Damn! DAMN!"

I looked at him and then leaned forward and licked the underside of my father's meat. Rafe groaned and began pulling his clothes off.

"We can't keep Daryl up much longer," Father said.

"I know. Last thang I want is him sick," Rafe said.

"For tonight, why don't we both stroke ourselves and shoot in his mouth," Father said.

"Damn!"

I watched both of them stroke their peckers. It was a beautiful sight. I looked up at Rafe. He was looking at my father's cock. I reached out and felt Rafe's balls.

"Shit!"

He moved closer and I stuck out my tongue. Cream began shooting out and very little of it made it into my mouth. Most of it was on my face, but I didn't complain. That triggered Father. He stuck his in my mouth and shot there. Rafe shot the rest of his on my cheek, where a lot of it dripped onto my hip. It was wonderful tasting Father's familiar nut juice. I swallowed a lot of it before remembering that Father wanted Rafe to see it in my mouth.

I stroked myself twice and shot. I think I hit Rafe, because he started laughing.

Father pulled out of my mouth when he was done. I held my mouth open for Rafe.

"Look at that," my father said.

"It's a sight I'll never forget," Rafe said.

"Go ahead and swallow."

I did. Then Father wiped Rafe's cream off my face and into my mouth. Rafe groaned as he watched Father feed me.

"Feed him all of it!" Rafe said.

"Daryl would be upset if I didn't," Father said. "Your turn."

Rafe looked at my father. He wiped some of his man milk off my chin. I leaned forward and sucked it off his finger. I leaned back and saw Rafe's rod was as stiff as ever. Rafe wiped the remainder of his cream and fed it to me. We were done.

"Look at my leg," Rafe said.

"I had shot on it. There was a lot of my cream mixed in with the black hair. Father surprised me by kneeling and licking it off him.

"Aw, fuck!" Rafe said.

I reached out and stroked Rafe while Father cleaned him up. I loved the feel of his big banana. Father stood up.

"Quick but fun," my father said.

"Boy was it ever!" Rafe said.

I yawned. I'd shot my load and was past ready for bed. I suddenly felt exhausted.

"Climb into bed," Rafe said to me as he pulled back the covers.

It was warm and I was comfortable.

"What time do you leave in the morning," Father asked Rafe.

I fell asleep before I heard the answer.

I woke up as it was getting light outside. I was facing an empty spot on the bed. Arms were wrapped around me and I felt a stiff pecker behind me. Those were my father's arms, Dan Jackson's. I finally slept with Dan Jackson! That was something I'd wanted to do for a couple of years at school. But Dan said it was too dangerous. Things would have been very different if I'd known he was my father. I'd known for a while that I made his pecker stiff. Would I have been upset if I saw my father's pecker was stiff? I didn't think so. I think I would have wanted to see it. That first time he'd kissed me, I welcomed his tongue in my mouth. His arms felt wonderful around me during the kiss. If I'd known he was my father and he said he wanted to kiss me, would I have welcomed it? Would I have put my hand on his erection and rubbed it while we kissed? I wasn't sure. I probably would have been too shocked to respond. But I loved the relationship I had with him. I didn't regret one minute of it. If I could go back in time, knowing he was my father and knowing we could have a father-son relationship, instead of a sexual one, I didn't think I would do it. I wouldn't be where I was, in his arms and feeling his meat pressed against me. And I loved being where I was. I was eager for him to fuck me. My father. My own father was going to fuck me and I couldn't wait! I wondered if Joey felt the same about his father. Probably. I decided it was probably a good thing Father lied. No. It was definitely a good thing.

I thought about Joey. He had to resemble Tom. I realized I still wanted to meet him and possibly have sex with him. I wanted to have sex with Tom, again. And Harry. And I wanted to have sex with Ben from the Golden Bone. I thought about that donkey show. What if Ben wiped some of the donkey sperm on his cock and fucked me in the ass? That was such a nasty thought. But I decided I would rather just suck Ben, without a donkey being involved at all. Was it normal to want to have sex with so many men? I needed to talk to my father about that.

Then I thought about Rosie's kids. She wanted them to be able to read, probably so they could have a better life than hers. I didn't want to teach them, but I wanted them to learn how to read. I tried to remember how long it took me to learn to read and write. I couldn't remember. I knew it didn't take a full school year, but what part of a school year? Two months? Six months? Father was a teacher. I needed to discuss it with him.

I wondered if Rafe had left for the mine. Probably. I hoped he would quit, otherwise, we wouldn't see that much of him.

"Are you awake?" Father asked, softly.

"Yeah."

"Now that you've had time to think about it, how do you feel about me and the...big lie?"

I flipped over and faced him.

"The same as yesterday. I don't think I would have had sex with you, if you hadn't lied. And I loved the sex. If it took a lie to get us as we are now, I'm glad you lied."

Father rolled on top of me and kissed me, passionately. While we kissed, he pushed my legs apart with his. He moved his stiff pecker around without using his hands until it ended up under my balls. He was such a stud! He continued kissing me as he did all this. He moved a little more until the head of his meat was at my back entrance. His cock was drooling like crazy and I was getting wet down there. He pulled away from my mouth.

"Tell me you want it," he said. "Tell your father what you want."

"I do want it! I want you! Fuck me!"

Suddenly, Father pushed hard and his cock entered me in one sharp thrust. I cried out, but he pressed his mouth to mine. It hurt like hell! But as usual, it was what I wanted. Father always seemed to know how to drive me crazy with lust. He told me I did the same to him. There was an intense burn in my ass that slowly faded into the wonderful feeling of having him inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him harder. He began moving slowly inside me. It felt wonderful. After a minute, he pulled away from the kiss.

"I love you, son. I love you for letting me use your sweet body for my pleasure, and for everything else about you. You always say the thing I most want to hear and your body always responds to mine exactly the way I want."

"I love you," I told him. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"So did your mother, but the sex was never good."

It was strange, but I was proud I could give Father more pleasure than his wife.

Father sped up his thrusts. Soon the bed was bouncing and making a loud thumping noise. It began moving across the floor. It was a good thing we chose not to stay at the hotel.

"You've got the only pussy I want, son."

"Rafe will probably be glad."

Father laughed.

Not long after that, he stopped. He got the expression on his face that I loved to see. I could feel his cock throb as he came. I couldn't feel his cream inside me, but I could picture it in my mind. Father pulled out as he started to soften. He took my pecker in his mouth and sucked me. Before long, I had intense pleasure as I shot my bolt in his mouth.

Father pulled away and smiled at me.

"Happy Christmas, son."

I smiled.

"It's a wonderful Christmas!" I said.

"That's a great start to the day, isn't it?"

"Yup."

Father got off the bed. The air was cold. He ran over to the fireplace and threw a couple of pieces of wood on it. He squirted oil on it and the wood burst into flame. I hadn't seen the oil the previous night when I started up the fire. Father stood in front of the fire, warming his backside. He was naked and looked very sexy. While I looked at it, his pecker perked right back up, until it was pointing optimistically at the ceiling!

"You can't ever get enough sex," Father said. "You inherited that from me," he finished, grinning. "We can have it two or three times a day, now."

"It's hard to believe!"

I was still under the covers on the bed. I began stroking myself while I admired my father's body.

"Should I still have a desire for other men, or is there something wrong with me?" I asked him.

"Who, for instance?"

"Rafe, of course. Tom in the saloon, Harry, and even Ben Davis, the owner of the Golden Bone Saloon. He rubbed his erection on my back, yesterday."

Father shook his head, but he was smiling, so it didn't seem to be disapproving.

"Wanting Rafe doesn't make you want me less, does it?"

"No."

"Wanting Tom doesn't either. I would say it's normal for you. I don't necessarily think it's a good idea to have sex with other men. We've got a secret--we like men. The more who know that, the more danger we're in. Men have been lynched for what we're doing."

I nodded my head. That made sense. Blowing Harry once when I went to work for him could be explained away. I did it because I wanted a job. Same thing with Tom. Sex with Ben sounded like a bad idea. I had no idea what would happen when we met Joey. But there was no point in worrying about it.

"I'm starving," Father said. "And you really need to eat. I can feel your bones. Why don't I find something for breakfast? You can use the bathing room, if you want."

I did. I got out of bed. It was cold, but it was getting warmer, fast. I reached for my longjohns. Father stroked his pecker while he watched me.

"Don't put those on. I want to see all of you, son. Especially that enticing ass of yours. Is it leaking?"

I nodded, grinning. Father loved to see his cream oozing out of my ass.

"Put more wood on the fire, if you are cold," Father said.

"And I want to see that wonderful pecker of yours," I told him.

I stroked myself while I watched him.

"This is great, isn't it, son?"

"It is, Father."

I went into the bath room. I shivered. It was pretty cold. I put some wood on the fire and the room started to get warmer. I used the shitter and almost froze. I ran back into the bathing room. I tried to pump some water into the pot and was frustrated when nothing happened. I pumped for a while longer before it occurred to me that the water would be frozen.

I took the pot and ran outside, scooping up snow. Then I ran back to the bathing room and put it on the stove. I walked back into the cabin and stood with my back to the roaring fire in the fireplace. I got warm so quickly, I had to step away after a minute.

"Did you see Rafe leave?" I asked Father.

"Yes. I got up and we talked for a while."

"Do you like him?" I asked.

"I like him a lot, Daryl. He is really a good person. And sexy, too. We are lucky to have met him. Maybe I should have talked it over with you, but I told him we wanted to build our house here. And I want the three of us to live together permanently."

"You didn't need to ask me. I like him, too. Is that what he wanted?"

"Oh, yeah. He told me he'd be thrilled to have either one of us, but having both was ten times better. He said having us in the same house with him was going to mean his pecker never gets soft."

"I doubt that's true. He doesn't know how much we like sex."

I grinned and Father chuckled.

"He doesn't know you'll want to suck on his pecker all day, like a hungry calf," Father said.

I laughed.

"I wish he didn't work so far away. I don't guess we'll see him until after dark."

"No. He told me he was going to the mine to quit and get his last wages. I told him I wanted to get started on the house right away. We can't start building with a foot of snow on the ground, and more to come, but we have to draw up plans and order what we'll need."

"Oh! That's wonderful!"

I checked the water I'd left heating. It was warm enough. I washed my face and neck. Then I wiped myself down with a wet towel. Some of my father's cream had run out of my ass and was drying in the hair that had started growing on my legs. I wiped that all off. I planned to suggest Father and I bathe together, later. Then I thought about all the trips that would be needed to get enough snow for the bath water. Maybe we would have to settle for wipe-downs until spring. I wondered what to do with the dirty towel. Then I realized we would have to do our own laundry. I had never washed clothes in my life. Well, I was going to have to learn an awful lot of new things. Once I was done, I walked back into the main room of the cabin.

My mouth watered as I smelled food. I looked over and saw my father facing the oven. He looked almost as sexy from the back as he did from the front. I walked over to see what he was cooking. He had eggs and bacon cooking.

"Damn, I'm hungry!" I said.

"Grab a piece of bread over there. When we go to town, we need to buy food at the general store. You have lost weight and you need to gain it back."

I nodded. It had become necessary to tighten my belt twice to keep my pants up. But the food I'd had since I left Chicago had mostly been traveling food like jerky and hard biscuits. I didn't like either one, so I ate very sparingly. The few times I'd eaten in a town, I stuffed myself, but it wasn't enough to keep my weight up, what with me growing and all.

I grabbed a piece of bread.

"There's butter over there. Put a lot on the bread," Father said, pointing. I spread some on the bread and ate it.

Father chuckled. "You should chew your food at least once."

"I'll try to keep that in mind."

I buttered another piece of bread and ate it while I admired my father's naked body. While I looked at it, his pecker stiffened up until the head was pointing up. I reached over and pulled the foreskin over the head. I tugged on the skin and got a sigh out of Father. After I finished the bread, I stroked him a few times. Then I ran one hand over his chest and belly and the other over his back and buttocks. His balls were hanging low and I fondled them briefly. I stuck the bread in my mouth and knelt behind Father. I pulled his hairy ass cheeks apart and looked at his hole. Father told me no man would ever fuck him, but that didn't mean he didn't like my tongue on his asshole. We both loved it. I remembered the first time Father offered his asshole for me to taste. He lay on his on his back on the bed in his room. He pulled his legs up in the air and there it was. I was a bit disgusted by the idea. He told me that he had cleaned it carefully. I was very reluctant to do it, but I had thoroughly enjoyed every lesson in man-sex that he had given me. I licked and Father, who was Dan Jackson at the time, groaned. I licked again and he groaned again. It didn't taste bad at all. It was no more disgusting than licking his hand. I devoured his ass and watched the big, hairy man writhe under me. I took to it right off. I loved the effect it had on him. Then he returned the favor and I knew why he enjoyed it so much. After Father had me good and wet. He shoved his cock inside me without oil or butter to ease his way. It hurt, but it also triggered the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. My milk shot all over my chest and face. He fucked me like a mad man and I loved it. We both sweated heavily. I tried to wrap my legs around his waist, but they kept sliding off. When he shot his bolt, I felt his pecker twitching inside me. I didn't usually feel it, so I figured his pleasure was as intense as mine. I imagined it throbbing as his seed filled my insides. He licked my cream off my face before collapsing on his back onto the bed. As I lay next to him, listening to him pant, I realized that was one of my favorite lessons. I decided there and then to never question anything sexual that he suggested. I reached over and ran my hand over his chest before tugging on one of his nipples. He rolled over onto his side facing me after several minutes.

"I've never been able to control myself sexually," he told me. "I always succumb to whatever perverse desire makes my cock stiff. I regret it afterwards, but as soon as I am horned up, I do it again. He shook his half-hard pecker. This makes all my decisions."

"Is that why I love you so much?" I asked.

"Even after what I just did?"

"I loved it!" I wrapped my hand around his pecker and it stiffened. I stroked it slowly. "As far as I'm concerned, his decisions are never wrong."

He sighed.

"We are two of a kind, son. You are so much like me when I was your age. I love you, too."

Now that I knew Dan was my father, things he'd said like that suddenly made more sense. How many times had he hinted or even come right out and told me the truth? Many times when I'd done something well, he'd said, "I'm so proud of you, son." I remembered asking him why I was the only student he called 'son'. He told me that I was the only person he thought of as his son.

"Now you have two hairy men to have fun with," Father said, interrupting my reminiscing. I grinned as I watch him stir the eggs.

"My ass is always going to be leaking."

"I would imagine Rafe will enjoy seeing your puffy hole, with your father's man cream oozing out. I sure do. That reminds me. How do you feel about Rafe and me kissing or sucking each other? Will that bother you?"

"No. I assumed that was how it would be. When you are kissing Rafe, I'll have two stiff peckers to play with."

"That's true. We kissed this morning. I thought it would be a quick kiss, but it ended up being much better."

I nodded.

"He'd love to feel both of our mouths on his hardon."

"I want to do that!" I said.

Father grinned.

"Oh. I forgot about the animals," I said. "What do we need to do for them?"

"Rafe gave the chickens food before he left. He has both horses with him. He's going to teach us how to care for the horses and the chickens. I told him we were both city boys. He's never been to a big city, though, so I'm not sure he realizes how little we know about pioneering."

I sighed. Pioneering meant growing your own food and killing for meat. I had no interest in doing either of those. I walked over to one of the small windows and looked out.

"Do you think we need curtains?" I asked.

"Yes. Definitely."

I nodded and looked outside. Nothing but snow and a few sparse trees and bushes. I missed the city. I missed bakeries and grocers and restaurants and newspapers. I missed lit streets and people strolling on sidewalks. I knew why Father picked the area. I could see just as soon as I walked into Harry's saloon. The fact that I like men and enjoy getting fucked didn't horrify Harry or Tom. I was even introduced to a man who would want to have sex with me. My father hadn't made a bad decision to move. But I was a child of the city. Rafe had chickens. I supposed that at some point, I would have to kill, pluck, and gut one. I wasn't looking forward to that. That was why there were butchers and slaughterhouses. Would we have to hunt our own meat? I would have to learn how to hunt. I knew how to shoot a rifle, but I'd never shot anything living. I was getting a little discouraged. But then a beautiful stag walked in front of the cabin. He walked over to a bush and took a mouthful before moving on. That brightened my mood.

"Breakfast is ready," my father said.

I turned and watching my naked Father put the food on plates. His cock was erect and available to me whenever I wanted it. And where else could he be my lover? The sacrifices were worth it. I decided I should stop thinking about all the new things I would have to do and just deal with them, one at a time. I pulled my chair right next to him. Father kissed me, briefly. I sat down, eagerly. Father sat and said grace. Then we ate. He wrapped one arm around my shoulders.

"When we go to town, we need to do a lot of shopping for food," Father said. "Did the general store have any cakes?" he asked me.

"Yeah. I saw two. They didn't have a lot in the way of baked goods. Just those cakes and bread. The only meat they had was jerked. Maybe I should learn to bake. I doubt I'll spend more than an hour drawing at the saloon."

Father nodded.

I explained to Father about Rosie and her kids, and how Rosie wanted them to learn how to read and write.

"Hmm. I agree with her wholeheartedly. I may teach them. I just don't know yet what we will be doing with our days. On the other hand, I can set aside a couple of hours a day for them," Father said. "I could do that while you are drawing at the saloon."

I smiled.

"I'm glad. It would be bad enough to have a mother who does what she does, but to be completely ignorant, too, would be awful," I said.

"I'm glad you told me. I was starting to wonder if I was going to go crazy, sitting in this cabin alone, in the middle of nowhere," Father said. "Once I saw the town, I realized how little business a portrait studio would do."

"The saloon was pretty crowded," I said. "And Harry said the town is growing."

"It was crowded. I wondered where all those men live. Do they all have houses away from town, like this one? Or is there another town or camp nearby? Deadwood is about five hours away. I really doubt any of them are from there. From what I've heard, Deadwood has plenty of saloons."

We ate breakfast. Even after the bread and butter I'd eaten, I was still ravenous.

"I unpacked our things earlier. Our clothes aren't suited to this life. We each brought dress clothes, which are pretty useless here. We should buy sturdy work clothes today, too."

"I made a mental list of the things we need," I said.

"I did, also," Father said.

My father hadn't shaved in a few days. His neatly trimmed moustache was unkempt looking. He looked even sexier than he normally did. The hair on his neck that he usually shaved merged into the hair on his chest. He was beginning to look like a rugged, frontiersman. I wanted him intensely.

Father smiled.

"Son, you are clearly having lustful thoughts."

"I am. You look...I love the way you look right now. I want to lick you all over."

Father grinned.

"I looked in the mirror. I look like some wild mountain man. I guess wild mountain men appeal to you."

"I even want to lick your ass."

My father laughed.

"You know how much I love that. Maybe after I shave..."

"No! Don't shave!"

Father chuckled.

"I guess I'm lucky I'm so hairy," Father said. "Otherwise my son wouldn't lust after me as strongly."

"That is true. You are the sexiest man in the world."

I took him in my hand and began stroking his pecker.

"Son, as much as we would both like it if I fucked you for the next two hours, we don't want to be spent when Rafe gets home. I want to give him a very warm welcome. We'll strip him, bathe him, and then use our tongues and mouths all over his body. I don't want him to think that we are just living with him. I want us to be a family."

I smiled at my father.

"That sounds nice."

Father nodded.

"Do you want me to grow a beard?" Father asked me.

"Why don't you let me groom your face for you? I would really like to do that," I told him.

"That's fine with me."

"How are we going to get enough water to bathe?" I asked.

"The pump," Father said.

"I think it's frozen."

Father frowned.

"Rafe got water out of it this morning. If there is a valve on top, you need to make sure it's closed. Otherwise, you're letting in air."

"Oh. That's probably the problem."

After we finished, we tried the pump. I closed the valve and the water came out after about ten pumps.

"You should open the valve when you are done. That will make sure the water all drains into the well, and doesn't freeze inside the pipe above ground."

I nodded.

Father dumped the water into the tub and put the pot back under the pump.

"Aren't you going to warm it up before you put it in the tub?" I asked him.

"It would just get cold, again in the tub. We'll add boiling water to it, last."

Father picked a rubber hose off the floor. I hadn't noticed it before.

"This is much better," he said, as he fitted one end around the end of the pump. The hose was long enough to reach the tub. Father started pumping again, and the water went directly into the tub.

"That's much better," he said to me.

"It is!"

"I need a bath and you don't," Father said. "Either get dressed or go stand in front of the fire."

I was getting a little chilled. While Father pumped water, I got dressed.

We had just eaten, but I was still hungry. There wasn't much bread left. I didn't know whether I could eat it, or not. Rafe might be hungry when he got back. I looked around for something else to eat and I realized we had eaten everything but what was left of the bread and the butter. I checked my father's watch and saw it was ten-thirty in the morning. I thought briefly about walking the four miles to town to get food, but it was awfully cold for that long a walk. And then I would have to walk four miles back carrying food.

When my father had enough water in the tub, we heated water on the cooking stove and on the stove next to the tub. Finally, he got into the tub. I washed his back and his hair. When he was getting out of the tub, we heard the door open. It was Rafe.

"I'm just getting out of the tub," Father called.

"I've got thangs to unload," Rafe called.

While Father dried himself, I went to help Rafe. He smiled as he saw me. I walked up to him and hugged him.

"Welcome home."

"It's good to be back during the day!" Rafe said. "And clean! I'm usually covered with dirt and soot."

I reached out and rubbed his crotch.

"It's good to know you are in the mood!" he said.

He bent down and kissed me.

"We ate almost all your food," I told him.

"I figured that. There wasn't much. I've got food in the wagon."

We went out front. There was a lot of things in the wagon. He'd obviously gone shopping. There were two chairs tied to the side of the wagon and plenty more things in the wagon. We brought everything into the house. He'd brought a lot of food. I was happy to see it.

"I'm hungry!" I said.

"I'll bet! Your pa told me how much thinner you are since he last saw you. And last night you fainted from hunger."

"You must have emptied the general store!"

"Carpenter did seem mighty pleased after we loaded everythin. Called it his Christmas gift."

Father came into the front cabin, drying his hair with a towel. The cabin was freezing from having the door open while we unloaded. Father stood in front of the fireplace. I watched his pecker get stiff. I saw Rafe look, too. I gave Rafe's meat a squeeze and he grinned at me.

I brought one of the chairs inside. It had a cushion on it, which I was glad to see. I wished there was at least one padded, upholstered chair in the cabin. I decided to find out how much it would cost to get one delivered. I smiled as I saw Rafe and Father kissing.

Rafe joined me as I lifted the other chair off the wagon. He carried in more groceries. We made one more trip and then everything was inside.

We built up all the fires while Father got dressed. I looked through the food and saw fruit preserves, bread, eggs, one of Carpenter's cakes, and meat! Bacon, salt pork, cuts of beef, two whole chickens, a duck, two rabbits, and meat I figured was venison. There wasn't an icebox in the cabin. Then I chuckled. The whole, frozen outdoors would keep the meat fresh.

Father walked over and looked at the food.

"Do you know how to cook?" I asked him. "That subject wasn't taught at my school."

Father laughed.

"Are you forgetting? I taught you the proper way to eat meat."

I laughed.

"Is there a proper way?" Rafe asked Father.

"I was referring to man meat."

Rafe looked shocked.

"I meant sucking," Father continued.

"Oh! Thank the lord!"

I burst out laughing. Had Rafe wondered if we were cannibals?

Father cut some bacon and put it in the frying pan.

I knelt in front of Rafe and began squeezing his meat with both hands. He sighed as his pecker quickly stiffened.

"Did you do anythin with your boy this morning?" Rafe asked Father, while I rubbed his erection through his pants with the palm of my hand.

"I couldn't resist his ass."

Rafe grunted.

"Do you like one up your shitter?" Father asked Rafe.

Rafe looked horrified. I suppressed laughter.

"It think that expression means 'no'," I said.

Rafe looked at me. "Do you like it? Manuel didn't."

"I do."

"I made my boy shoot using just my pecker while I fucked him."

Rafe looked amazed.

"I wanna learn that," Rafe said, excited. "If I'd a been able to do it, maybe Manuel woulda liked it."

"Which do you like better, mouth or ass?" Rafe asked me.

"I like both. I want both."

"Daryl loves my ball juice," Father said. "Sometimes I pull out of his ass and aim at his open mouth."

Rafe groaned. He grabbed my hand to stop me from rubbing him.

Father continued, grinning. "Of course, a lot of it misses his mouth and ends up on his face."

Rafe's breathing became louder. He walked into the other room and shut the door.

"I expect he will be naked the next time we see him," Father said, smiling.

He continued cooking.

"Do you want more eggs?" he asked.

"Yes. How about four?"

I heard Father cracking them.

We both heard Rafe using the water pump. I hoped he wasn't going to take a long bath. I wanted him inside me.

I sat at the table and waited. It didn't take long. Father put the eggs and bacon on a plate, broke off a piece of bread and placed it in front of me. I began eating.

Father undressed, putting on a show while I ate. Once he was naked, he sat next to me. I reached over for his pecker and stroked it with my left hand, while I ate with my right. Father stretched his long, hairy legs in front of him.

"One of these days, I'm going to cover your food with man milk," Father said. His pecker was hard as a rock.

"I'd like that, I think. It can't compare to licking it off your body, though," I said to him.

"Yeah? You enjoy that, son?"

"I do, Father. I love seeing the pure white milk nestled in the black hair on your belly and chest. I love capturing each drop with my tongue and lips."

Father sighed. He had a very satisfied expression on his face.

"Did Mother ever do that?" I asked, pretending to be serious.

"No. I'm sure she wanted to, but she was shy," Father said.

"Aah. That must be it."

We both laughed.

"I want to shoot on your face for Rafe. I'll let him wipe it into your mouth," Father said.

I looked at his erection. I wanted it, badly.

"It looks like bacon is not the kind of meat you want."

"Will I always crave it, the way I do?" I asked him.

"Only if I'm very lucky," Father said.

I leaned over and took him in my mouth.

"You should finish eating. Your ass is too bony," Father said.

I laughed. Then I did what he said.

I continued eating while I watched Father slowly stroke himself. When I finished, I leaned back in my chair.

"I'm stuffed, Father."

"You may as well start calling me Pa. 'Father' sounds too city, and we are far from a city!"

I sighed, then.

"I don't suppose there are any cities where the three of us could be a family."

"No. Within a week, neighbors would start wondering why three single men lived together and seemed to have no interest in the eligible young women of the neighborhood."

I nodded.

'Pa' stood up and walked across to the fire. I got up and joined him. He started taking off my clothes. Once I was naked, he took me in his arms and kissed me.

I heard the door open. Rafe came back in the room. I pulled away from 'Pa' and turned around. Rafe was naked and hard. He looked uncertain. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around him. He pressed his mouth to mine and we kissed. While his tongue explored the inside of my mouth, I ran my hands over his hard-muscled, hairy body. He pulled his mouth from mine. He looked into my eyes while he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

"I missed you, Daryl."

I smiled. "I missed you. We both did."

Rafe's hand slid between my butt cheeks. Then his finger found my hole.

"I need to be inside you, baby," Rafe said.

"Do you want me to grease him up for you?" Pa asked Rafe.

"Let's both do it. We need to stretch him out for me."

I nodded.

 

 

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