Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2003 18:01:22 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Farm Fuckers Part 2 of 5 (Incest)

	Since there was no work on Sunday, not because of any religious reason, but
because most of the work was done during the week, I had the rest of the day
to just goof off and play around the farm.  I pulled on some shorts and
sneakers and hit the fields where I ran and yelled like a hellion and threw
rocks at overhead birds.  I wasn't trying to hit them, just equal their
distance in the sky if I could.  Sometimes I succeeded and other times, I
didn't but mostly, it was just fun to try.
	Like most farms, we had a small pond that fed most of the crops on our
land.  A small river tributary fed it and so it was clear and cool most of
the time.  Summer meant playing in the water and having a good time and
winter meant nice ice-skating.  Reaching the pond, I took off my shoes and
jumped in.  The water was cool and I swam around for a long time.  I thought
about what had happened with Dad and I wondered why he didn't want me to
tell anyone about it.  To me, it felt like one of the most natural things
I'd ever done and I was sure it was to him, otherwise he wouldn't have known
how to do the things he did.  I'd given my word though and I wouldn't say
anything.
	By midday, I started back to the house and found Dad in the kitchen again,
some sandwiches and two glasses of tea waited for me on the table.  Dad was
wearing a towel and his hair was wet, he must have just taken a shower.  I
was still damp from the pond so I took off my shoes by the back door before
going inside.
	"Still no family?"
	Dad turned and smiled at me.  He ran a hand through the dense chest hair,
something he did as a habit and indicated the table.  "Nope," was the simple
reply as he took a small tray with peanut butter, honey and a knife on it to
the table.  He sat in his normal spot and spread the stuff with the knife
onto bread that he'd laid out.  I thought they'd been sandwiches but I had
been wrong.
	"So...what have you done?"  He asked, passing the newly made sandwich to me.
	"Swimming."
	"Did you have a good time?"
	"Yep.  The water was great; it was cool and felt good."
	"This morning felt good too, champ."  Dad said with a sly smile.  "What
about for you?  Did it feel good to you, too?"
	"Yeah."  I said, the truth written all over my face.  "How did you know how
to do that...rimming and how it would make your...thing feel to have me do that;
how'd you know all that?"
	"Thing?"  He responded.  "My cock?  You mean my cock?"  He questioned, a
look of shock on his face.  "You can say it, you know.  Dick, cock, prick,
fuck stick, ass plug or whatever you want to call it.  It's alright."
	I let it pass.  I didn't feel comfortable using those words.  I wanted an
answer to my question so I asked it again.  Dad looked at me like he was
considering exactly what to say before he said anything.  I waited until he
looked up and finally spoke.
	"I messed around with men from the time I was your age.  I learned all that
during that time."
	"You're gay?" I asked him, understanding what he was talking about after
some talks with guys from school.  "You're gay, Dad?"  I asked again.
	"Yes, James Aaron, I'm gay," Was the admission.  "Are you alright with
that?"
	I don't see why I wouldn't be." I told him, the truth coming out.
"Besides, something that feels like that can't be all bad."
	Dad smiled at me and took a long drink of his tea.  He took several bites
of his sandwich, another drink of tea and after he'd swallowed, he was
looking at me again.  He smiled at me and I smiled back.
	"You really liked that?"
	"Yeah."  I repeated.
	He picked up the honey bottle.  "Wanna do it again?"
	I shucked my shorts and climbed up onto the table, assuming the same
position.  Dad's towel dropped to the floor as he stood behind me.  I felt
the familiar feeling of his hands on my ass, gripping, kneading and pulling
my hole apart.  I heard the cap being flipped and the sweet liquid oozed
into my hole...I felt the thick stuff swirl and seep into me.  My father's
strong hands spread me farther and his index finger began to stir me.  The
honey leaked into me and my father pushed more of it as he stirred a finger
into my sweeter asshole.
	"Tell me you like this, son."
	"I do, dad. I like it."
	"Tell me..."  He said, gripping my hardening...thing, something I'd not noticed
until right now.  I was freakin' ROCK hard!  "Tell me what you want, baby."
	"Do what you're doing." I said, simply.
	"What is it that I'm doing, baby?"  He prompted.  I knew what he wanted.
"Tell me what it is that I'm doing to you."
	"Rimming me."  I answered.
	"Rimming what, boy?" He continued.  He wasn't going to be happy until I
sounded like he did when he... "came".
	"Rimming my...ass." I relented as he put the tip of his tongue to my hole,
swirling the warming honey even more.  "My ass.  You're rimming my ass."
	"How do I know you like it, son?"
	"I do! I like it..." I moaned as he pushed his tongue deeper.
	"Tell me you like it."  He said, taking his sweet mouth from my hole.
	"I like it!  I like it when you lick my asshole!"
	"That's a boy!"  My father exclaimed with that remark from me.  "That's
what I want to hear!  Talk dirty, baby!  Talk dirty to daddy while he swabs
your boy-hole good!"
	I felt the drizzling of more of the honey onto my hole and I grabbed the
sides of the table again.  I pressed against it and felt the awkwardness of
my hard-on against the Formica of the tabletop.  I didn't care as long as
whatever was going on back there got my dad's sweet tongue back into my
asshole.
	Daddy ran his finger all along my hole over and over again before finally
returning a flicking tongue to my aching hole.  I was squirming like a fish
on a hook as he mouthed me.  He stopped only to encourage my talking to him.
  At first, the words were difficult to say but I knew what he wanted to
hear within minutes. Every time I would hit the right word or combination of
words, his tongue would savagely spear into me and I would moan with
triumphant ecstasy.  I found that "suck my hole" worked for deepest
penetration and "lick that boy-hole" usually got a nice serious of sweeps
with a flat-sided tongue that sent me in to quivering convulsions.
	"Yes!" I shouted as Dad braced himself on the table behind me and swirled
his tongue deeper into me.  "Suck my hole, daddy!"  I shouted and to my
surprise, he drove his tongue still deeper into my hole.  "Tongue my sweet
hole, Daddy! DO it!" I urged and he ate and ate my eager entry.
	"What about we try something else?"  He said, holding my dick for me and
stroking it.  "What about something that would make daddy AND you happy?"
He recommended as he laid me onto the table.  "I want to stir up that hole
and make it nice and loose.  I have something I'd like to fill it with."
	I thought he wanted to put his fingers in me.  He smiled as he stirred my
hole with his fingers and I still didn't know what he wanted.  The hairy
chest that he had heaved as he breathed, his face was flush with excitement
and a curtain of perspiration had formed on his forehead and chest.  He
pulled my head to the side of the table and told me to open my mouth as it
hung off the side.  I did as he said and soon, he was pushing his...cock into
my open mouth the way he'd done before.
	"Yeah, sweet boy.  Keep doing that for a while and I'll show you what great
things we can do with this."  He said, jiggling his cock in my mouth.
"You'll have daddy so hard that he can split wood with his dick."  He went
on, thrusting his hips at my face.  "Then daddy's gonna show you what to do
with that hard cock!"
	This last statement sort of scared me.  I didn't know a lot about sex and
this sort of thing between guys and I didn't know what you could do with a
cock except what I was doing with it.  I liked what I was doing and it
tasted good and sweet, without the syrup he'd coated his thing...his cock with
or the honey that he'd swirled into my ass and licked clean until it tingled
with delight.
	In and out of my mouth, he pushed his sweet cock.  I slid my tongue along
the underside just like he told me.  I lifted his low-hanging, smooth
ballsac just the way he said to and licked the small bridge between his
balls and his puckering asshole hidden away under so much brown hair.
	"FUCK, son!"  He groaned, his hands planted on either side of my head and
his feet spread apart so I could get to him with no trouble.  I licked and
sucked every inch of his crotch.  When I had his cock firmly planted in my
throat and he was rocking it back and forth in and out of my mouth, he sent
a charge through me as his mouth closed around my left nipple and his tongue
flicked it like it was turning on a light switch.  I arched up off the table
and moaned loudly around his...meatstick and I held onto his meaty, muscled
ass.  "Yeah, baby...that feels nice, huh?"  He said and I moaned louder.
	His mouth roamed my nearly hairless chest and sucked on each nipple as he
had done the first one.  He dove into my navel and tongued it and then down
to my curly pubic area, which I had already started trimming to keep it neat
down there.  I swam at school and didn't like the little hairs that crept
out of my bathing suit.  Dad's mouth circled my dick, which was standing
straight up like it was a flagpole or something.  His mouth moved like a
snake looking for a place to strike and I let him.  I let him because I knew
if what I was doing felt as good to him as it did, this was going to feel
twice as good and I was going to LOVE whatever he did to me.
	I kept sucking his dick.  The head filled my mouth and I clamped my lips
around it like it was the only food I'd eat in a week.  I licked the head,
moving my tongue round and round and sucking hard.  I felt my own dickhead
taken into my father's mouth and I almost passed out from the shock.  He
held my hips as I bucked up toward him, wanting more of the sensation.
There was a chuckle from him, then.
	"Yeah, baby likes getting his cock sucked, huh?"  He said, running a hand
along the crack of my ass.  "Something new for Daddy to make him feel good
with, huh?"  He continued and I answered with a long moan."
That's when we heard it.
"Fuck!"  Dad swore, never taking his dick from my mouth.  "It's your uncle
and brother coming up the road."  He said, hearing the same loud truck horn
that I did.  "They have a trailer load!"  He observed, looking out the
window but never moving out of my mouth. "Keep sucking, baby boy!"  He
instructed, urgently.  "You've got time to take my load but you gotta suck
hard, honey!"  Dad continued, moving his hips rapidly.
I tried to comply!  I sucked hard and held onto his ass.  I heard the truck
in my ears and dad's moaning and the creak of the table.  His cock pistoned
in and out of my mouth and I struggled to keep it inside as I licked and
sucked!  I heard the truck stop outside and my heart started pounding fast.
I heard my father's moans in my ear and knew he'd bent over me to keep from
being seen in the window.
"Dammit, James Aaron!"  Whispered dad as he kept pushing into my mouth.
"Almost there, boy!  Goddamn, only a few more seconds!"  He said, his hips
answering his unspoken wish to do what he'd done earlier...to cum, he'd said.
"Yeah, suck it boy!  Suck the load outta my balls but good, fucker!  Daddy's
gonna fill your throat this time!"
I heard the first truck door, then the second and the sounds of Hank and
Uncle Joe coming toward the house!  They weren't unloading anything!  They
were coming inside and would catch me and my dad with his cock down my
throat and my dick so hard you could pitch hay with it!  I kept sucking and
Dad kept talking and thrusting.
"SHIT!"  He cursed, his hips finally stopping and I knew what that meant.  I
grabbed his hairy ass as I heard Hank kicking the dirt from his boots on the
back step just INCHES away from the back door!  "Here it comes, baby!"  Dad
hissed through clenched teeth in my ear.  "Take it all, cocksucker!"
And I did!  Boy, did I ever!  This time, he shot so far into my mouth that I
had no choice but to swallow and swallow fast.  I felt the first one hit the
back of my throat and his cock spasmed madly!  The second throb sent the
second shot down my throat, also and only the aftertaste of salty goodness
was left until the third shot coated my tongue and the fourth shot gave me a
nice taste of dad's...cum!  I sucked hard as I heard Uncle Joe kicking his
boots, too.  I wanted all I could get of this, who knew when I'd get more?
"That was GREAT!"  Hank said from the screened in back porch and I heard the
telltale creak of the hinges as he opened it.  "Dad's gonna be shocked outta
his head!"
"So are they if you don't get off there!"  Dad whispered to me as the door
slammed behind them.  "Get upstairs and wash your ass, boy!" He grinned.
"Too bad I couldn't clean you up the way you should have been."  He said,
lifting me off the table.  "Our secret, right?"  He said and I nodded
agreement to him before taking off upstairs.
I could hear the swish of Dad getting his towel back on and the opening of
the back door before my Uncle Joe's voice boomed through the house and
Hank's followed after it.  They were both excited about the auction and I
was sure, as I stepped into the shower and turned on the warm water, that
Hank would tell me all about it, later.  He always did when they went off
like that.  It was only a matter of time.
I washed the honey from my hole and as I grazed my fingers over the softness
there, I felt the same electric shock that Dad's tongue had caused me.  I
could have stood there fingering my hole for a long time but I wanted to see
what they'd gotten so I cleaned myself good, stepped out of the shower for a
towel, dried off a little and was downstairs to greet my Uncle and brother.