Date: Tue, 01 Aug 2000 17:31:10 -0700 (PDT) From: Fur Dad Subject: Me and my Dad by the pool two Me and my Dad by the Pool Two. ---------------------------------------------- "Dad", I said "I think we need to talk..." But it was too late, his father had dived into the pool. Mark watched his body slip into the water, barely rippling the surface. Mark ran his hand across his chest, the sticky cum matted into the fine brown hair on his chest. He suddenly felt very alone and vulnerable. He walked quickly from the pool to the house and ran up the stairs. Locking the bathroom door, he stood under the shower and wondered what to do next. He wanted to tell his dad the truth, but after what had just taken place... it was too confusing. He dressed himself and headed back downstairs. He found his father in the kitchen dressed and working on dinner. "Your mom should be pulling in any second, boy is she gonna love to see you! Hey, do you want another beer?" While his dad was retrieving a couple cold brown bottles from the icebox, Mark walked to the sink and looked out the widow into the backyard. The fields looked very motionless in the hot summer afternoon sun. Waves of heat rose from the roof of the barn, the old windmill sat idle in the stagnant air. Just then he saw his mother's van pull into the yard. She obviously saw Mark's car, as she came running to the house. "Okay, where's my Baby?", she hollered as she came through the door. Mark walked over to his mom for a warm, familiar hug. She kissed the side of his face, then stepped back to look him over. "You look great. I'm so glad to see you! How come you didn't call..." They caught up over dinner, clearly happy to have her only child back home for a few weeks. And Mark was pretty happy to be home too. After dinner Mark walked out to the barn with his dad. It was a ritual that must have gone back generations: bring in the animals, feed them and bed them down, then close up the barn for the evening. Only now it was nothing more a walk out of habit, the animals long gone and the barn mostly unused. Mark stood and watched his dad slide the big door closed. The sun was starting to set, which meant the farmers would be heading to bed. "I was thinking", Mark's dad said "how about we drive to the lake this week, camp out for a few days... you and me?" Mark remembered the campouts on the banks of the lake when he was a kid. Sometimes it was just him and his father, but more often it included an uncle or two and any of a half dozen cousins. Some of his best memories took place on that lake. "Man, that sounds great!" Mark replied. "Great, let's plan on Thursday! That a give us a day to air out the tent", his dad decided as they walked back to the house. The next day his father was out making calls and his mother was working at the clinic. Mark hung out at home, sitting under a tree most of the morning reading a cheap novel. The pool proved to alluring and soon Mark found himself stripping his clothes off. Standing at the pools edge, Mark felt the sun warm his body. A gentle breeze was blowing and he could feel the hairs on his body yielding to the wind. His hand mindlessly went to his chest, his fingers combing through the light hair that grew there. His hand slowly moved down his abdomen until it reached the thick bush of hair above his cock. His fingers dug deep into the patch of pubic hair and then down to his nuts. He fondled them gently, rolling them in his fingers as he had done a million times before. He understood how his father had found this so appealing for all these years... the sun shining on his naked body. His cock responded to his touch. He looked down at his erection and then to his reflection in the water. He stroked himself hard until his cum was released, flying in an arch to the water below. Mark dove into the water and floated mindlessly for a long while. Later in the afternoon, he's Dad returned home from his calls. He went inside to drop off his briefcase then returned to the pool deck for a swim. The two had a relaxed swim as they recounted the day. As his father would mention the farms he had visited today, Mark would ask about the families he knew. His nakedness not longer felt awkward and he felt at ease with his father. That night, they men packed the camping gear for a early morning hike. Bed came early. The next morning Mark helped his dad load a few more things in the bed of his pickup truck and soon they were headed down the gravel road towards Newton Lake. The lake property had been in their family since the 1920s, having been purchased by his great-grandparents. They had planned to construct a cottage on the land, but the depression killed that dream. The forty acres had been the site of countless picnics and campouts since then. Once there had been a road through the property that led to the lake. All that was left was a trail, so they parked the truck in near the road and carried their gear several miles to the lake shore. Mark unloaded his pack near the traditional campsite while his father went off to gather firewood. The area was clear and dry, so they would be able to roll out their sleeping bags later. While his father was hunting wood, Mark he stripped off his clothes and headed to the water for a dip. The lake was fairly large with very few homes, none were visible from the shoreline. Occasionally there would be a fishing boat in the area, but today the water was quiet. The old dock was creaking under his feet and he stepped gingerly to the end. His arms quickly pointed to the water as his feet pushed off the dock, his body penetrating the cool, dark water. He swam out to the old raft and struggled to climb on board. He stood upright and saw his father standing on the dock watching him. "Couldn't wait, could ya", he hollered. "I'm heading back, just wanted to cool off before starting lunch", Mark replied. Mark neglected to put his clothing back on before starting to fix a late lunch. His father sat on a log nearby and Mark could feel his father's eyes upon him. Shortly before they ate, his father stripped off his clothes, saying he was going to wash up. After eating, Mark's father offered to take care of the dirty dishes. He gathered the items and walked down to the water's edge. Mark followed him at a distance watching his father's body move from behind. The muscles of his back moved under the taunt skin, his furry ass cheeks bounced lightly with each step. Mark followed his father like he was the pied piper. Stopping at the point where the water met the sand, his father squatted to wash the dishes. Mark's eyes watched his father closely. From behind, he could see his puckered ass hole buried in a valley of dark hair. Hanging low were the orbs of this father's balls, one slightly lower than the other they were jiggling with the scrubbing movements this father made. He was so mesmerized that he was unprepared for when his father stood up and turned. "Hey, looks like Sparkie wants to pay!" his dad said as he gazed at his sons raging hardon. Mark flushed, "It's kind of exciting being out here naked in the woods". His dad smiled and walked past him. Mark winced, hoping he had not screwed anything up. By the time he was back to the campsite, his cock had relaxed to a plump, yet flaccid state. His father was going to suggest a swim, when he noticed the sky darkening to the west. "Looks like a storms coming! Do you want to wait it out here and hope it clears off later or should we head back home?" "We've got the tent back at the truck, we could set that up", Mark suggested. They opted to walk back to the truck naked, Mark's father getting a kick out of his son's suggestion that they should do so. The kid was really getting comfortable with his nudity and father was glad they could share it. They stood at the edge of the woods near the truck, no cars were near, so they retrieved the tent of another load of supplies and headed back to camp. Mark walked in front, the tent balanced on his shoulder. As he walked, it was his father's turn to appraise his son's body. He had not realized how totally his son had grown out of his teenage awkwardness, his body was that of a man. His waist was thin, his torso rising in a 'V' to his broad shoulders. He felt the urge to reach out and touch his son's back, to feel its touch under his fingers. They walked without talking and when they arrived, they quickly began assembling Mark's pup tent. "We should have brought the big tent", the father lamented "this will be tight quarters". "Hopefully, we won't need it", Mark lied. The storm front was moving slowly and the men walked down to the lake to swim. The sun was obscured they the clouds, yet the air was very hot - the water cooling. Both of them had noticed the quiet between them, both wanting to speak and neither doing so. Mark knew that within a few minutes they would both be sharing the small tent, as the storm was relentless in its approach. In the distance they could see the flashes of lightning and soft echoes of thunder. Finally and suddenly the skies opened and the rain fell in sheets. They ran like wild animals to the shelter of the tent. The two of them slid into the tent and laid upon the padding of the sleeping bags. They rested prone, still not speaking. Mark knew he had his father's full attention and knew there would be no better time than now to speak. "You know Dad, my life has changed so much this last year." "So I gathered", he replied. "Living here, its just been the three us all these years. Hell, we didn't even have enough boys at school to field a football team. DeKalb is so different, or maybe I'm different." "You know, Mark, the happiest day of my life was the day you were accepted at Northern. Getting out was never an option for me. Your uncles and I couldn't leave, boys like us didn't go to college. I grew up here too, I felt trapped. I did what I had to do; I stayed on the farm, I married and had a family. Don't get me wrong, your mother is a good woman and we've had a good life, we had a wonderful child and overall my life has been agreeable. But if I were in your shoes, I'd leave in a minute". "You and mom never ask me about my friends. Have you ever wondered why I never talk about them, about dating, never bring girls home for you to meet?" His Dad rolled onto his side and looked at his son. He was quiet for a minute. The only sound was the rain falling on the canvas. He let his hand rest upon Mark's chest, stroking him paternally. "Mark, I love you more than anything in this world. I always figured you would seek me out when you were ready to talk. I understand you, more than you probably know." He paused for a minute. "Your mother loves you too. She might not understand, but she won't hate your for it" It was clear to Mark that his father indeed understood. It was like a weight was lifted from his body... he felt like shouting and dancing in the rain, a tear of joy roll down his face. He rolled over and laid his head upon his father's chest and the two stayed that way until for several hours. The skies stayed menacing, but the rain let up. The men crawled from their cramped quarters to stretch. His dad punched him in the arm.. "Hey, last one in the water is a cock sucker" he shouted as he ran down the hill to the lake. Mark smiled and ran to catch up, slipping past this father and crashing into the water just ahead of him. They wrestled around for several minutes until the rain began again. Reluctantly, they left the lake and walked back to the tent. "I'm not sure we will survive the boredom of this damn little tent", his dad said. Mark's head as down to keep the rain out of his eyes. He looked sideways and saw his dad's cock was half-erect, the rain rolling off his body, down his chest and off the end of his dick. He felt his own cock start to stir as they crawled back into the tent. "Now what should we do", his dad said in a flat tone. There was nothing suggestive in the remark, just a statement. "Well", said Mark, "When I'm stuck in my room with nothing to do, I either read or jerk off. And seeing how we don't have anything to read..." "Beat's checkers in my book", his dad said as he reached for his cock. Mark lay on his side, watching his father fondling his hard meat. "I thought you wanted to jerk off", his father ask. "I do, but right now I'm enjoying watching you jerk off. It's like watching myself in a mirror, we are so much alike", Mark said. The tent was so small that they couldn't help but touch, their legs, their arms brushed against each other. "So, you like what you see?" his father asked. "Oh ya" "Why don't you do this?" It was clear that he wanted Mark to jerk him off. Mark slid down a bit, his feet projecting from the tent. He was now very close to his father's cock, his hand grasp it and he slowly started to masturbate him. There was no hurry, it was a slow and enjoyable process. After a time a small drop of pre-cum began to form on the tip of his dad's cock. His father reached down with his finger and captured the drop, bringing it to his lips. Mark stopped stroking his father's cock as he watched this maneuver. The way his father's lips sucked the glistening drop from the outstretched finger was highly erotic. His dad smiled "I love to do that, there is something about the taste of my cum and pre-cum that really turns me on". A second drop emerged from his piss slit and Mark focused on it as his hand stroking up and down his father's shaft. He moved his head slowly towards it, his tongue reaching forward. Mark's mind was blank, his entire being centered on the moment his tongue touched the head of his father's cock. Slowly, he felt the rough surface of his tongue running across the velvety penis head. He breathed in the smell of his father's rain soaked body; damp, yet smelling like a man - distinct, but not strong. He pulled his head backward a few inches as he closely examined his father's cock in the dim light of the tent. He could hear his father breathing and the sound of the rain. He rolled between his father's legs and took his cock into his mouth. He took it slowly, savoring the feel of the full rod inside of him. The hard shaft slipped deeply into Mark's mouth till it prodded the back of his throat. His nose was buried deeply into the wiry hair of his father's bush. His hands balanced him against his father's hips and he raised his head slowly, the ridge of his father's cock-head gilding along the roof of his mouth. His father's hands reached down to stroke his son's head, his fingers mingling with his damp hair. He could feel the stubble on his son's unshaven chin scratch against his balls. He loved what he was sharing with his son, and even more he love making love with someone he truly cared for... something he had never really done before. He allowed himself to feel the moment completely, becoming one with Mark. And when he came, Mark felt an urgency to take his father's juices. His father's hips lifted from the ground, his hands roughly grasping Mark's head - he cried out in ecstasy. He rested for a moment, then pulled himself back up on his pillow. He father rolled over and brushed the hair from Mark's eyes. "That was incredible", he said. "I've never experienced anything like that before." Mark turned towards his father and smiled. "Me neither" Mark replied. Then his father returned the favor, taking his son's legs at the knee and pushing them forward to expose his crotch. He buried his face in Mark's groin, his lips kissing his son's genitals, his tongue stroking the skin of his thighs. He pushed his son's legs higher to expose more of his ass, then covered his hole with his mouth. His tongue probed the surface of his tight opening, gradually pressuring its way through the opening. Mark groaned as his father's tongue made tiny fucking motions in his ass and his balls rubbed across the bridge of his dad's nose. For the first time in his life, Mark thought he might cum without touching his cock. His dad must have sensed how near his son was to orgasm. He let Mark's legs go and laid himself across his chest, his mouth turning it's attentions to Mark's nipples. He licked his tongue across the whole of his son's chest, working down to his belly. He carefully brushed his tongue around his navel before taking the mushroom like head of Mark's cock into his mouth. What he lacked in technique, he made up for in passion. For Mark, the afternoon went on for ever and he resided in a state near rapture. Finally, he could hold back no longer and his load shot, with canon force, into his Dad's mouth. He thought for a second he might pass out, his head falling to the pillow. His Dad was pinning his body under his, his face just inches away from Mark's. As Mark's lips parted slightly, his father's lips made contact. Their kiss was deep and sensuous, Mark's unswallowed cum mingling among their darting tongues. That night they slept together, father and son. His father was spooned up against his son, Mark nestled safely in his father's arms, chest against back, leg against leg. Mark's drifted to sleep hoping that they would stay this way forever.