Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2003 05:12:52 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Farm Fuckers Part 1 of 5 (Incest)

This is an account of an actual event that happened between myself and a
relative.  The "Dad" in this case was an uncle and the "uncle" in this story
was the true uncle as well.  Other than the interactions between "James
Aaron" and his "uncle" and "Dad" are fictionalized.  All characters are/were
18 years older at the time of encounters.

Enjoy!

                It started one Sunday morning but I think I should start a
bit before that.
	My name is James Aaron Cooper and I live on a farm in the middle of nowhere
with my brother, Hank, my father, David and my uncle, Joseph.  We like it
out here because it's miles away from anybody to bother us and we own and
tend to all the land, ourselves.  It's been in my family for generations.
My mother died when I was young and Dad never remarried.  I was too young to
remember my mother and my small family of men is all I've ever known.  I
have corn-yellow blond hair, blue eyes the color of rainwater and no traces
of the body hair that covers my dad and dots my brother's lean body.  I have
a trim figure and a slender face that my dad says reminds him of my mother.
I think I look all right but I could look better, like Hank.  Uncle Joseph
looks just like my dad except with about five years and a little mustache
trimmed close above his lip.  Dad is clean-shaven but that's the only place
on his wrestler-like body that there is no hair.  He's a bear everywhere
else and that's no joke.
	Sunday morning, my father was the first one up and was stirring around in
the kitchen downstairs.  I didn't see my brother when I got up and trodded
downstairs, butt-naked; I wasn't trying to incite what happened, that's just
how I always went down...sometimes we all did.  It was nothing to eat
breakfast with Dad or Uncle Joseph naked as the day they were born or have
dinner with Hank and me fresh out of the tub and dripping water on the
floor.  We liked the freedom.
	Dad was sitting at the table, drinking coffee and humming.
	"Where is everybody?" I asked, slipping into my padded seat to his right.
"It's awfully early for everybody to be gone on a Sunday."
	"Went to town early for an auction after church."
	"Hmmm." I said, reaching for the bowl of freshly scrambled eggs.  "That's
probably the only thing that would get Hank into a church." I said with a
smile as I dished the stuff onto my plate.
	Dad smiled and took another sip of his coffee.  We ate in silence and when
I had cleaned out the bowl of eggs, I stood up to take it to the sink.  I
started to clear off the table and put away the stuff.  I took the empty
plates first and the glasses.  I was about to reach for the strawberry jam
and butter when my father's words stopped me.
	"James Aaron, I need something from you."
	"Sure." I responded without at second thought.  There wasn't anything I had
that my dad couldn't have and he knew it.  "What is it?"
	He looked up at me, slipped a hand to my waist and ran it slowly over my
bare ass like he was sizing up a horse.  He wasn't smiling but I knew he
wasn't mad at me.  He wasn't going to spank my bare ass as he did when I was
in trouble.  I couldn't read the look on his face, though, so I could have
been in trouble and just not known it.  I looked down at him and he looked
into my eyes as he looked up.  His hand ran down the back of my leg and I
shivered, against my will, it seemed.
	"Climb up on the table, boy."
	I looked at him after blinking in surprise.  I didn't think the words he'd
said were what he'd said.  He nodded that I'd heard him right and I pulled
my chair out to make room for my gangly body to do as he said.  I thought
this was some kind of joke but I did what he said.
	"What do you need, daddy?" I asked in a small voice as I knelt on my hands
and knees on the table.
	"You're giving it to me, James Aaron."
	I felt weird like this.  I didn't have any idea what I was giving him.  I
could see that he hadn't moved from his chair but his hand went to my
shoulders and he pulled my face to his.  I looked into the greenish eyes of
Hank as I regarded my father and I didn't know what to say.  His face was
unreadable.
	"Dad..." I started.
	"Hush, James Aaron."  He stopped me.
	He stood up, then and I noticed that he wore THE tightest pair of jeans I'd
ever seen on a man in my life and I knew it was laundry time because these
had to be the bottom of the barrel because I'd never seen them, before.  I
saw something in the fly of them that I'd never seen before, either...the
unmistakable outline of my dad's...penis, full to life and I swear it was
moving!  I didn't know what to do but I couldn't help but stare at it when
he stood...it was inches from my face and I could almost smell it.
	"What I'm about to show you..." Dad started, his hands on my shoulders, now.
"You can't tell another soul, you understand?"
	I shook my head in silence.
	"I've been real lonely since your momma passed on."  Dad continued, his
hands traveling down my back to cup my ass.  "And this sweet body of yours
just makes me crazy sometimes, James Aaron."  He said, his...penis still
inches from me as he leaned forward and squeezed my ass cheeks.  "I'm gonna
show you a way to make me happy."
	I froze.
	"You want to make me happy, don't you?"  He asked, moving around to the
chair I'd moved away from the table.
	"Yes sir." I answered, truthfully, not knowing where this was going.
	His hands on my ass were warm and tender.  I relaxed my arms and folded
them under my bent head when my father told me to do this.  I felt the
unmistakable feeling of his lips kiss first one, then the other of my smooth
ass cheeks and I swear I felt the electricity of the whole thing when he did
it.  The feeling was even more electric when he pulled my ass open and put
his smooth lips to my asshole.
	"JEEZUS!!!" I shouted.  "What the FUCK was that!"
	A soft chuckle answered me and I felt the moist tip of his tongue touch the
same place.  The side of the table held my hands...no, I held the side of the
table...but I didn't rightly know after I felt the thick wedge of moisture
pressing into my asshole and a thousand little bombs went off in my chest
and I was panting with pleasure as the tongue swirled around and around and
around.  I moaned the longest, deepest, loudest moan I think I've ever heard
in my life as his mouth fastened on me and sucked with his tongue pushed all
the way into me.
	"What'd you DO to me, dad?" I asked when his mouth was removed from my
tingling hole.  "That was fucking awesome!"
	"That was rimming, James Aaron."  Came the pleased answer.  "Did you like
it?"
	"Fuck yeah, I liked it!" Was my breathless response.  He never cared if we
said things like fuck and shit; he thought it was normal and for us, it was.
  "Do it again."
	I felt the warm tongue again and I felt myself float up off the table.  The
thick, wet thing probed my hole and I could feel every nerve just exploding!
  Wet slurps came from my father and moans erupted from me like
mini-volcanoes.  He sucked, thrust, withdrew, sucked and licked until I was
bucking back into his face like a little pony.  There was no way I could get
enough of this.  I wanted his tongue so far in me, I'd think it was my own.
His strong hands held my ass and kneaded it like Uncle Joe did the flour mix
for biscuits.  I liked the strong feeling of it and it made what Dad was
doing all the greater, it seemed.
	Dad leaned back from my ass and lifted me up to put me on my back on the
breakfast table.  He climbed onto it, his body over mine and I noticed he
didn't have any pants on and I thought that was neat that he could take them
off without me knowing.  Then it occurred to me to think about WHY he had
his pants off.  I saw why as he leaned back on his bent legs with that
large...penis straight out in front of him.  I looked up and smiled at him and
he didn't smile back.
	"I need something else, boy."  He said, his hand slipping gracefully around
the long thing and holding on.  "I need you to do the same thing to this
that I just did to your sweet ass."
	"I don't know..." The protest echoed in my ears.  I wasn't sure what to do.
	"Come on..."  Dad coaxed, rubbing my chest with it.  "After I made you feel
so good."  He went on, rubbing me.  "Wait, I know what might make it
better."  He said, climbing off the table in one leap to land with a tiny
slap of his bare feet on the linoleum.
	His massive hands took the jar of jam and twisted the top free.  His thick
index finger dipped into the stuff and brought out the gleaming ruby syrup
in a huge glob.  It wasn't the jam, itself, but the syrup that accumulates
in the jar.  He smiled at me and ran the finger down the underside of
his...penis.  His eyes never left me as he did this but I couldn't resist
looking at what he was doing.  His thing seemed to jump when he touched it
and again when he rubbed it with the syrup.  A clear drop of what looked
like syrup oozed out of the hole in his thing when he tickled his balls a
little.
	"Now then...doesn't that look good?"  He said to me and I nodded a little to
spite what I was thinking.  The whole scene hypnotized me.  "Wanna taste
it?"
	I nodded again and he moved toward me.
	"You're gonna have to show me how."  I said.  "You know, show me how to do
it the way you like it."
	"Oh I will.  Just stick out your tongue and taste it, for right now."
	I did what he said and there was a strange taste to it.  The sweetness of
the jam syrup was there, no doubt but there was another taste that was
salty, too.  I looked up at him and Dad smiled, his hand going through my
hair.  I didn't protest when he held my head still and took his...thing in the
other hand.
	"You're gonna put this in your mouth as far as it goes.  Don't hurt
yourself.  Then, close your mouth around it but no teeth."  He coaxed as I
followed everything he said to the letter.  "Now, I'm going to pull it out
but you keep your mouth closed and suck real hard on it."  He instructed and
I did what he said.  He moaned!!  He liked what I was doing!!!
	I tasted the syrup and licked my lips when he'd pulled himself out.  I lay
down completely on the table as he repeated the syrup gesture and put a hand
to the side of my face, this time.  I opened my mouth and he eased his thing
into it.  When I couldn't take any more and thought I would gag, he told me
to stop and suck as he pulled out.  Again, the syrup was sweet and I didn't
mind the little bit of salty taste.  He stroked my face the next time he put
it in.
	"Now, this time, we're going to do something different."  Dad said as he
held my face up to him.  "I'm going to put it in your mouth and you're going
to suck but I'm not going to pull it all the way out, this time.  I'm going
to move my hips back and forth and you're going to suck.  You'll have to
breathe out of your nose, alright."
	"Okay." I relented, missing the fullness of his thing.
	I did as he said.  He slipped his thing into my mouth and held onto my face
to keep my attention focused on what I was doing.  He pulled out almost all
the way and I sucked as hard as I could.  He moved back in and I couldn't
suck but I clamped my lips down, taking a deep breath through my nose.  He
pulled back and I sucked harder than before and was rewarded with a deep
moan that shook me!  His hands left my face and gripped my muscled ass.
	I didn't mind...even when his hand disappeared for a minute and when it
returned, I felt the gooey thickness and smelled the telltale strawberry
smell.  He smeared the stuff all over my asshole, his finger dipping into it
every once and a while.  It felt strange but in a good way.   I kept sucking
when he pulled out and he kept moving his finger over my asshole.
	"Yeah, baby..." He moaned.  "Suck daddy's juicy cock.  Do it nice and slow
for Daddy, baby.  Make me feel good like only you can."  He said and his
voice was doing something to me, or maybe it was the words he was saying.
Either way, he kept slipping his finger over and over my hole, kept pushing
his...cock into my mouth and I kept sucking for all I was worth.
	"You're doing, it, baby!"  He said, then, his right hand gripping my left
cheek tightly.  "Oh goddamn, boy!  You're fucking doing it! You're sucking
the cum right out of that dick but GOOD!"  He said, his moans coming closer
together as his hips started to spear my mouth like his finger started to do
my ass.  "FUCK, yeah, you little cock-sucker!  SUCK the sweet cum right
outta my fuck-stick and swallow for Daddy!"
	Swallow?  Swallow what, I thought, as I felt his finger in my asshole and
it feeling pretty damned good.  I felt his...cock, the thing he'd called a
"fuck-stick", throb for a minute and get bigger, I could swear, before his
hand clamped down on the cheek it held like a vice, his other hand drove his
finger deep into my hole and his hips pushed his dick so far into my throat
I started to gag.
	"GODDAMN!"  He swore.  "I'm fucking cumming!  I'm fucking cumming like a
son of a BITCH and it's all because of that cock-sucking, Hoover of a mouth
on my boy!  JEEZUS CHRIST but it's GOOD!"
	I felt a powerful throb as he finished the swearing and a warm gush flooded
my mouth.  It felt like it had been fired from a gun when it hit the roof of
my mouth.  I was going to spit it out when another did the same thing.  The
third time, I had to swallow it all because it was filling my mouth.  I kept
swallowing for the fourth time and my father's hand was releasing me when
the sixth little gunshot came, not like the others but still pretty
powerful.
	"Ah...James Aaron...Daddy's favorite mouth."  Dad said, releasing my ass and
swiping his tongue through my asscrack to clean the syrup from it.  "Jeez,
kid..."  He said, sinking into his chair and letting his head fall back.  "I
SO needed that."
	I didn't know what to say or do.  I felt strange so I climbed off the table
and into his lap, laying my head on his chest.  His arm closed around me and
he looked down at me, then.  He was serious, I could tell, when he asked,
"Did you mind that?"
	"No sir," I answered, truthfully.  "I didn't mind at all.  Did it make you
feel good, Dad?" I asked, concerned because of the swearing.
	"Hell yeah!" He answered, enthusiastically.  "That was the best."  He said,
leaning down to kiss my forehead.  "But this is just our little secret,
understand?  Not a word to Uncle Joe or Hank, or anybody else.  Not a word,
you understand?"
	Even though I didn't, I said that I did and snuggled into Dad's arms as he
closed them around me.  I would have no trouble keeping this promise because
it was something he and I shared together...so I thought.