Date: Wed, 12 Jul 2017 06:14:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: cyphernone69@gmail.com
Subject: Gary's Tale Chapter Four (Revised)

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I offer Gary's Tale as a `fait accompli'. It is done and so it can be
discussed and debated but it cannot be undone. I have corrected a few
errors, smoothed out the wording, but I have not added a single sentence. I
do not condone nor encourage sex with underage minors. You can email me at
cyphernone69@gmail.com I will forward all comments to Gary. 

Some of you may think that this story is "incredible", "unbelievable",
"absolute fiction". I disagree. The biggest challenge in examining a
different culture is to let go of one's own instilled paradigms and see the
world through another's eyes. I say consider the circumstances. It was a
time when every sexual encounter with a female threatened an unwanted
pregnancy. Another child, in an agrarian society, was/is an added physical
and financial burden. If you think married life meant unbridled sex, think
again. That may have been the case, until... the first pregnancy. There
were no birth control "pills". Wearing a condom was "like swimming in a
raincoat". Condoms were thicker and decreased sensitivity to the point that
"intimate contact" was almost an oxymoron. The rhythm method as discussed
back then, was hit or miss. (Pun intended.) "Pulling out", well, that's a
challenge at the best of times. Consider even precum can carry hundreds of
those determined little bastards. Abstinence was and is the only guaranteed
effective method of birth control.

Gary grew up in a rural, tight knit community. These farmers had grown up
"helping each other out". Some of them had continued their youthful sex
games as a healthy, pleasurable supplement to an otherwise, primarily,
Onanistic sex life. Same sex encounters became a subset of their
society. Even though this story doesn't take place in the American Bible
Belt, masturbation was considered an egregious sin, right up there with
adultery. It was the sin not all men confessed to committing, except to a
real good friend. If two farmers disappeared for a time into the barn or
the back pasture, it was likely so they could discuss; crops, feed or
livestock. If a man and a woman did the same... it was fodder for scandal.

Gary's father was introducing and preparing him for manhood as befit their
"tribal" practices. According to Gary, he was never; teased, bribed,
coerced, threatened or cajoled into participating in sexual congress with
any man. However, when he expressed interest, he was welcomed and received
enlightened instruction in a warm and loving environment. If only I had
been so lucky. When he decided not to seek out his father for sexual
release, there were no consequences.

And before you come at me with your better informed or lofty ideals or
opinions, consider that I grew up on a farm, in an impoverished family of
ten children, in that same time period. So, instead of sharing your own,
insightful "counter" opinions, perceptions, prejudices and perhaps
"Christian" values, write them down in an email addressed to me, print it
out, wad it up, and... stick it up you ass, cause I don't care.

Gary's Tale chapter four

Jim, after I accidently sucked dad off, we lay back drinking whiskey and
smoking for about half an hour. Dad was good enough to explain that his
cock went into my mouth accidently when I was cleaning his spunk of
it. But, he added, my mouth felt great over his cock. He then said, "It
takes a bit of practice to be able to suck all of a good sized cock into
your mouth. The best way, is to take it slow and just slip as much of the
cock as possible into my mouth. Then work your mouth up and down the
cock". He added, as well, that he'd demonstrate on me as soon as I was
ready. I just grinned and told him, "I'm always ready dad". He grinned at
me and told me I was his horny little fucker and that he'd enjoy teaching
me all about sucking a man's cock. With a chuckle, he over onto me, slid
down my body and asked me to open my legs wide. He told me to just lay back
and feel and think about what he was doing to me. Then, I could suck him
off again.

I lay there on my back and felt dad move in to me and kneel between my
ankles. He leaned forward and blew gently over my cock and balls. He leaned
in a bit more, swiped his tongue up and over my balls continuing all the
way up my very stiff cock. Jim, he swallowed it all the way to my balls! I
felt his tongue running all over my cock and oh fuck, Jim, it felt warm,
wet and wonderful.

Dad set to work and moved his mouth up and down my cock all the time
playing around with my balls until I felt his finger go into my boy
pussy. I kind of bucked a bit as it was unexpected. I felt dad's warm hand
on my belly calming me down like he would do with a horse. From then on I
was part of the sexual equation -- me and my dad.

Obviously taking his time, dad worked my cock with lips and tongue. He was
as well, finger fucking me gently until he hit something. I bucked and
almost squealed not from any pain, but from the totally unexpected
pleasure. I felt, rather than heard, dad chucking around my cock. He lifted
off and asked me if it felt good and did I want him to do it again.

Taking me into his mouth again, dad worked my cock skin with his lips. Up
and down and over my cock head. I felt his finger in my boy pussy and then
he touched that magic button again. I humped up at the pleasure he was
giving me with his finger, plus, what he was doing to my cock with his
mouth, tongue and lips. Never mind my balls, they had been forgotten a
while ago. Dad continued to send waves of pleasure through my body. I was
enjoying the warmth and wetness of his mouth as he sucked me off. Then
there was the heavenly pleasure I was getting from his finger. Yes, Jim,
this thirteen year old was fast reaching a plateau of sexual ecstasy as dad
increased his sucking and his fingering my boy pussy.

Copying what dad had done to me earlier when I sucked him off, I grabbed
his head and fucked up into his throat as the waves of pleasure, now almost
painful, racked my young body. I really think I screamed the place down as
I had a massive orgasm. My boy cock pulsed and spasmed as it planted my
seed deep in dad's mouth. For his part, he greedily sucked and slurped my
boy juices, as I continued to frenetically fuck his face. But, for fuck's
sake Jim, it was the exquisite...pain? I was getting from his finger that
was causing me to buck and wail and thrash about. Dad literally held me
down, all the while chuckling at my "discomfort", well, that really should
read, Pleasant pain, if it could be called pain. And it was much more than
pleasant.



Once I came back from that high and regained my breath, dad removed his
finger and his mouth. He sat back on his heels and smiled. He asked me if
I'd enjoyed it. I could only grin hugely and nod my head.

We chatted, almost like a classroom discussion, about what had just
happened. As I remember it, dad used simple words to tell me, he had
massaged my prostate as he sucked me off. Dad also told me, for a thirteen
year, old I did spunk a lot. That of course stroked my adolescent ego. We
took time out for a drink and a fag, then I could suck him off again and
have a go at massaging his prostate.

I learnt a lot that night, Jim.  It took me two times to suck dad off
before I got the hang of massaging his prostate as I sucked his big daddy
cock. He also showed me how to massage his hole with the middle finger,
palm up, so I could play with his hairy balls at the same time.

The next morning we were up early, showering and playing with each other
and dad had me fuck him and told me to take it slow and when I thought I
was about to spunk, to stop my fucking, and rest and when the need to spunk
had gone to get back to fucking him. Today we call it edging, but it did
increase the pleasure and with more experience, I was able to last a lot
longer.

Once breakfast was over, mum and dad packed the bags and we went onto the
next town.  A much bigger one, and we had to stay in a hotel, as the motels
were all booked out. As it turned out, the hotel was fun. In fact a lot of
fun.

We were on the road till around three o'clock and when we arrived, dad
signed us into the hotel then we all traipsed upstairs to our rooms. Mum
and my sisters in one, and dad and me in another. I seem to remember dad
told mum to rest up and we'd all go down to the hotel dining room for
dinner around 6:30.  As it was still only around 3:30, I figured dad was
going to play around with me. I wasn't wrong.

Dad made sure the door was locked, and as he undressed, he told me his cunt
had been hungry for my boy cock all day so would I fuck him. I just stood
there and grinned and walking over to him picked his hand up and put it on
my groin. He groped and felt me up and made my, already hard, cock stiffer.

Jim, I'm not sure if I mentioned this to you, but, neither, dad or myself,
wore jocks, all the time we were on the road. This made it easy to feel
each other up or have a quick grope. As for dad, well, his pants were
always a bit tight so his cock was displayed for all to see as it hung down
on his right thigh. He mentioned one day that he was known as a "shower",
not a "grower". Well, to me, that answered my thoughts about why he always
looked huge when flaccid. From a great distance in time, I recall it would
have been around 6.5 to 7 inches when flaccid and didn't grow much longer
when raging hard. Me? I'm definitely a grower, LOL, but still manage a good
8" on a horny day.

Anyway, dad locked the door and asked me to feed his hungry cunt. What
could an obedient son do? As I had tried licking his cunt a few times, and
having cleaned and accidently sucked him off the night before with the
taste of his innards and my boy spunk on his cock, the thought of working
on his man cunt with my mouth and tongue was, suddenly, very appealing.

This time when I got down behind him, I remembered he enjoyed his balls
being played with, and or, pulled down a bit hard, if not "fucking hard",
when he was in the throes of spunking. Working dad's big hairy balls while
I was eating his man cunt out, my cock began throbbing and bouncing
around. It was dripping copious amounts of precum that I was spreading up
and down my cock shaft. It was hard to believe that just the day before I
was hesitant to lick his cunt. Now, it rivaled the sweetest dessert. As
dads cunt was, by then, wet and liberally coated with my spit, I pulled
away and mounted him like a dog mounts his bitch.

Dad moaned, "Yeah mate, fuck me like the bitch I am". I draped myself over
his back and arse and slammed my boy cock repeatedly up his arse. I could
feel his tight ring sliding my foreskin along the shaft. When I pulled back
for another lunge into his arse, the skin seemed to fold back over my cock
head. When I felt I was about to spunk, I eased off and slowed right down,
gently sliding my cock in and out of my father's hairy man cunt. He told me
afterward, he was pleased that I had listened to his instructions.



Once I had it under control, I went back to the hard fucking and decided I
needed to breed my dad for relief. After another ten minutes of hard
fucking, all too soon, spasms raced through my body and as I was breeding
my dad with my boy spunk. I leaned right in and as the worst of the spasms
hit me I sank my teeth into dad's shoulder and hung on. He screamed and
then humped back onto my cock as hard as he could as I bit him again. I
then tasted blood.

I continued to breed my dad until the spunk finished flowing. Once I
dismounted, dad turned around and swallowed my cock and cleaned it up for
me. He asked me to check where I had bit his shoulder and he suggested I
lick it until the blood stops. It did about two minutes later. He asked me
if I liked the taste of blood. I was non-committal I think, as I don't
recall it having much of a taste. He was good enough to tell me that when I
was a lot older, and if I was interested, he'd explain about blood. He
added that I could continue to bite his shoulders anytime I wanted to. Then
dad saw my cock was still stiff and he asked me if I'd like to fuck him
again.  As they say, the rest is history.

Being a hotel, in those days, they only had communal showers, one for males
and one for females. Each room had toilets as well. Dad explained that the
hotel had the same floor plan on each floor so the floor above and the one
below would have had the bathrooms in the same place. This, he told me, was
to save on plumbing.

At thirteen, I was a bit excited to be having a shower in a big room with
other males. Sadly, Jim, dad and me were the only ones in there then. I was
disappointed to say the least.  But next morning I would hit pay dirt. Well
dad did as well. We showered, put fresh clothing on and went downstairs to
the dining room. Mum and my sisters weren't there yet so dad ordered
himself a beer and me a sarsaparilla. Me being me, I looked around to see
who else was in the dining room. It was also a good way of perving on the
men. At that point in my life, I'd only had two men pay attention to me so
I was always looking to see what other men looked like.

Yes, Jim, I used to have a good look at their groins to see if there was
any noticeable bulges. Another thing that I loved, was to see a man with
the top buttons of his shirt undone, and his chest hair trying to escape
over the top of the shirt. The blacker it was, and the thicker it was, the
more I salivated and licked my lips. I understand that this may have been
caused by my cousin Johnny as he was as hairy as hell.

As my beady grey eyes roamed round the room, they came to rest on a
smallish man and boy. He looked to be Italian or something, given most of
the Italians in our farming community looked like him. He would have been a
bit shorter than dad and a bit lighter. What really made my eyes bug out
was all the fucking hair on his chest.  From about twenty feet away, I
could see he had a lot of black hair sticking out over his shirt. Sitting
with him was a boy around 8 or ten who was looking at me. From the looks of
him, he would have to be the man's son. Both were dark and swarthy, but
that just added to my interest in the father. The boy waved to me and
smiled. I returned it with a good wave and a bigger smile. Then the father
looked up and gave me a big grin. Then my fucking sisters and mum entered
the fucking dining room and broke my sexual fantasies over the hairy man.

As we had been on the road a fair bit that day, our parents decided we all
needed a good night's sleep. Mum and the sisters walked up the stairs in
front of me and dad.  Half way up dad slowed down and putting his hand on
my arse, squeezed it and mouthed "fuck". I just grinned and looked around,
seeing no one looking at us (well, I could hear my two sisters yakking and
yakking to mum about something up ahead.  But they didn't count) I put my
hand down and ran my fingers over his cock then squeezed it. Dad caught my
hand and pushed it hard into his cock. Yes! it was stiffening.

I hadn't been in our room for five seconds when dad grabbed me with a big
laugh and turned me around and pushed his stiff cock into my arse. Even
dressed I could feel it hard against my arse. As dad humped into me, he
asked if I wanted to get fucked? And would I like to fuck him after that?
He did add that he'd show me a different position to fuck in. As he pointed
out when he realised I wasn't sure, so far we'd fucked each other in the
missionary position: that is, with me, for instance, lying flat on my belly
with nothing underneath and then dad would fuck me. He also added that it
really is better when something under the belly so the hips are raised for
easier and better fucking.

The best use missionary style, he told me and I had to agree with him, was
when we frotted. To be able to slide my cock up and down his hairy arse
crack until I spunked over the back of his balls and over his arse-hole,
then still stiff, use my cock head to rub my boy juice into his body. I
always enjoyed the feeling on the top of my cock head when I slid it
through my own spunk.

Before we started our fuck session dad told me to put our shoes out with
the heels against the skirting board, just around from the door. I must
have looked a bit thick as dad laughed and explained that if you put your
shoes out, housekeeping will clean them overnight for you.

Once I had put the shoes out and came back in, dad closed and locked our
door so no one could just walk in. Dad told me to stand up near the bed and
bend over and put my hands on the bed for support. Dad knelt behind me and
opened my arse cheeks with his hands and holding them wide open he
commenced to lick my boy pussy. I think, that once dad was happy about the
lubing of my pussy he let my cheeks go but still continued to "eat me out"
as he was now calling it.

Because dad had his hands free he decided to run them up and down my thighs
and around to the front of them and moving them up to my belly and
chest. He rubbed me all over, often returning to my cock and balls. Jim, I
think you will understand how I felt by then. I was moving into a haze of
sex and began to hump and groan the more dad ate me out. It was as though
his tongue was fucking my pussy. I was almost begging him to put his daddy
cock into his son's boy pussy and breed me as all I was wanting to do, was
get fucked like a bitch on heat.

Finally, dad stood up and worked his fingers into my very wet and sloppy
pussy and finger-fucked me for a few minutes. Then he stepped right in and
I felt the head of his cook against my pussy hole. Dad grabbed my hips and
gently began to slide his cock into me. Being fuckin impatient, Jim, and
fuckin horny, I humped back hard and caught my breath as the pain seared my
insides. Dad was adamant I needed to stop fucking around, as he'd possibly
tear my pussy walls. So I had to endure a few minutes with dad's cock hard
up against my sphincter while the pain subsided. When I got it together I
told dad sorry but I still needed to cool my pussy down so would he please
fucking use his hose and wash my insides down with his spunk to cool me
off.  Dad chuckled at that, as I was repeating a few things I'd heard him
say to me over the past few days.

Dad finally washed my insides down with his hose and then he knelt down and
sucked it all out again. I'm sure I heard him smacking his lips from time
to time as he drank from my pussy. Then the bastard stood up and stepped to
me and fucked me again, using his own spunk as lube. But I must admit,
Jim. It felt fucking great to feel his cock sliding in and out of my pussy
and I did learn to enjoy the last five minutes or so when he fucked me hard
as if his life depended on it. To feel his big hands on my shoulders or on
my hips, if not them, then his bending over me and lying on my back with
his arms folded around me as he fucked into me getting ready for his cock
to explode and breed me with his thick, creamy spunk for the second time.

Before dad let me down, he sucked on my pussy again to "clean it" he told
me. Once he was satisfied all was clean around the back of my balls, dad
told me it was now my turn and he wanted me to fuck him like he
did. Standing up behind him as he bent over. I got down on the floor behind
dad and grabbing his balls and playfully yanking them down a few times,
moved in and licked up the back of his balls and on into the forest of hair
around his cunt lips.

I licked and sucked and sucked and licked on and in him with my tongue and
teeth.  I say teeth because, Jim, I had learned to grab hold of the edge of
dad's arse hole where it was kind of flabby. Later on down the track I
understood his "lips" were nothing but the sides of his arsehole stretched
by constant fucking since he was young. Whatever, dad enjoyed it and loved
for me to bite into his skin on the edge of his arse.

Standing up and spitting into my hand I smeared the spit over my cock and
did this a few more time until my cock glistened and shone. You know
something, Jim? I was beginning to get the idea that the best part of
fucking my dad was when I put my cock up against his hole and began to
slide it in. It was the feel of his arse kind of grabbing my cock in a kind
of vice that made my foreskin slid back due to the resistance of the narrow
opening which didn't last long because dad's arse would open wide when I'd
been fucking him for a few minutes. But, that sublime feeling as I entered
him for the first time and had my skin moving back has always stayed with
me. For sure, yes Jim, I'd had the same feelings with other men over the
years; more so with virgins.

I finished fucking dad and he suggested we take a break for a cigarette and
a drink.  Who was I to argue with my father? Once we had rested for a
while, he asked me if I wanted to suck him off, but, as I did, to chew on
his long cock skin as well while I pulled on his balls. Now that skin of
dad's was remarkable as it was the first really long one I had
seen. Johnny, my older cousin did have a long one but as he said to me
once, his dad had some of it cut off.

Both dad and me sucked each other off and then after another drink and a
cigarette it was time to put the light out as it was nearly midnight. As I
snuggled down into dad for the night, with our cocks hard against each
other dad told me we needed to get up early for the showers as it will be
busy in there from about 7:30 onwards. He did tell me as well that he had a
surprise for me.

The next morning dad woke me by frotting his stiff fuckin cock up and down
my arse crack till I came to. I rolled over, grabbed his cock and worked
the skin like he loved me to do. He told me, "not this morning sport", as
he wanted to keep his spunk in his balls until we were in the bathroom. My
mind did a quantum leap on that one and boggled about. The fuckin bastard
wouldn't tell me anything else. He did suggest we get our towels and soap
and flannel and just put on a dressing gown.

I opened the door to the passage and checking out it was so still and
quiet. But yes, our shoes had been cleaned. I was over the moon at the
discovery. Why? It was the first time I had ever had my shoes cleaned for
me. Normally I'm the shoe shine boy in our house. So yes, I was thrilled.

Dad chuckled at my happiness over the shoes, and slapping my bare arse,
told me to put my dressing gown on and follow him to the bathroom. I just
grinned at him and did as I was told. Dad went through the bathroom door
with me close behind. I heard day say, "good morning Con. I see you're
busy"?

Me being me, I just had to have a look to see who Dad was talking to. I
think my brain went into overdrive Jim. I say this, because I can still
distinctly see the dark swarthy man from the dining room last night,
sitting on a bench with what I thought was his son, kneeling on the floor
between the man's wide open thighs sucking on his cock. From the brief
exchange they had shared, I knew Dad and the man knew each other.



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