Date: Sun, 06 Aug 2000 18:47:24 -0700 (PDT) From: Fur Dad Subject: Me and my Dad by the pool three Me and My Dad by the Pool Three "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." Chapter 3 Mark awoke to the dim light of morning, the first sense he had was the musty smell of the tent mixed with the sent of their sex from the night before. His father was stirred, then crawled from the tent. Sun light fluttering through the open flap, which brought Mark to full consciousness. He gathered his strength and crawled to follow his father. He poked his head from the tent; birds were singing and there was a light morning fog in the air that caught in the early golden sun light. He saw his father walking towards to dock and he smiled as the memory of the night together ran through his mind. He slipped from the tent and followed his dad. The air smelled fresh from the last nights rain, the ground felt damp and gritty under his feet. He walked down toward the end of the dock where his father stood looking out at the perfectly still water. As he approached he could hear the sound of his father's urine hitting the water. "Your uncle David and I used to have pissing contests off this pier when we were kids", his dad said. Mark waited until his father finished before he spoke. "I remembering watching you pee in the bathroom once when I was... oh, gosh, maybe six or seven. I was in the brushing my teeth and you walked right in and used the toilet. I was quite amazed at the time, I recall." "Well, you were pretty "amazed" about anything to do with my cock when you were a toddler." Mark laughed rather self-consciously at his father's statement. "Sounds to me like you thought rather highly of your wiener. I may be gay, but I can't believe I was a toddler cockhound!" "The hell you weren't! I remember several times getting in late after helping your grandpa get in his crop. Your mom would let me sleep late, and just before she'd leave for work, she'd get you up and plop you down in our bed. You'd sleep maybe a half hour more and then you'd be up and at it, grabbing at my cock. At first I just put you on the floor to play, but you'd pitch a fit until I either put you back in bed, or I got up and took you downstairs. Don't tell me you weren't interesting in my big ole dick!" After a leisurely breakfast, Mark's dad announced that they would be rowing to Windsor Cove for a swim and picnic. Mark walked back to the truck to retrieve the oars for the old rowboat. When he returned, he found his father had packed a cooler for lunch and was waiting on him to help right the boat. His father had always referred to it as the 'damn old boat', and nobody could quite remember when or where it came from. His grandfather had built a stand for it, from pipes, near the clearing. When it was not being used the boat was stored upside down on the stand, covered with an old tarp. After setting the boat into the water, Mark donned an old pair of gym shorts, his father grabbed his swimsuit and they headed out. "Your rowing" his father said. Mark groaned. "Hey, I'm old and decrepit, you're a young stud. YOU row!" The sun was hot which made the air temperatures seem much hotter than it actually was. Mark began rowing hard, the boat moved with a jerking motion through the water. His father was sitting in the stern facing Mark, who was rowing blind. His dad sat observing his son as his body worked to propel the craft. His lean body showed that all its muscle was being used in the task, his powerful arms pumped full of blood. His skin was tanned brown, his shoulders speckled with freckles. He was sweating profusely, the salty fluid ran from his head, down his neck leaving trails along his torso. Balls of sweat accumulated on his light chest hair and waistband of his shorts had become dark with dampness. With each stroke of the oars, Mark's powerful legs dug into the bottom of the boat. His father was amused to see the way his toes would curl with each push. He watched his feet, which were large and masculine. The hair on his legs trailed down to his ankles getting finer until it disappeared into nothingness. Bits of sand and droplets of sweat coated the hair, matting it to the brown skin. His father felt his cock begin to flush, pressing tight against his spandex suit. Mark stopped rowing and turned to orient himself while resting his arms. He put his hands behind his head and stretched for a moment, his father beholding the thick dark wet hair under his arms. His shorts had ridden up while rowing and Mark used the break to make a few adjustments. The length of his cock was snug against the leg of the shorts and as Mark began to row again, his father admired the distinctive shape. The cove was a on the opposite side of the lake from their property. The shore turned rocky on either side of the entrance to the inlet, jetting up in huge walls of limestone. The cove was not much more than an acre in size, but it was completely surrounded by the beige stone parapet. Large outcroppings of warn stone dotted the waters surface, most were small, but a couple were island sized. Mark's pulled the boat along side a rock his family called the picnic rock. As usual, the cove was secluded and abandoned. The water was cold, spring fed from several locations. Though colder than the rest of the lake, the water here was crystal clear. The bottom was a dozen feet down, yet you could easily see the sun light reflecting off the clean sand of the bottom. His father climbed to the rock and held the boat steady as Mark passed the supplies ashore. Mark dropped the anchor before diving into the water. After the first few brisk seconds, his body became acclimated to the cool temperature. "Come on in, old man" he yelled to his father. His dad slipped off his swimming suit, then made a running leap from the edge. The two swam for an hour, Mark exploring all the familiar areas of the cove. When they finally returned to the picnic rock, Mark was exhausted. He slipped off his shorts and wrung out the water, laying them down in the sun to dry. He spread out his towel on a flat area and slept. When he awoke, he found his father laying next to him. He was on his belly, reading a book and took no notice of Mark. Clearing his throat, Mark commented "I love this place, I think I could stay here forever." "I'm thinking it might be a bitch in winter" his father answered with a lilt to his voice. The two chatted for a while, reminiscing on the occasions they had spent in the cove over the years. Gradually the conversation became a question and answer session, with Mark as the inquisitor. "Have you ever had sex with a man before me?" His father thought for a minute, "Your uncle Dave and I messed around when we were kids. But other than that, just you." "How about women, did you sleep with any before you met Mom?" "Nope, I've only ever been with your mother," he answered. Mark was again silent for a few minutes. His father was quiet, waiting for the next inevitable question. "Did you ever have really intense sex with mom. You know, like we did?" "A few times. The first time was pretty good. The day you were conceived was incredible!" "You remember the day I was conceived?" Mark was surprised by the thought. His father closed his book and rolled over onto his side to face Mark, who was laying on his back with his hands behind his head. His sunglassed eyes appeared to be looking into the sky. His erect penis was hovering directly over his abdomen. "Of course I remember! First of all, there weren't many times we had bell ringing sex. It was also the only time your mother and I ever had sex outside of our bedroom..." Mark waited for him to elaborate, but his words just hung there. Mark turned his head and lowered his sunglasses. "Where, pray tell, did you do it?" "Right about here" he patted the rock next to Mark, "where you have your ass parked". Mark was incredulous! "You and Mom had sex HERE?!?!" "Yup. This was where you began, kiddo. Who would have thought a wad of my cum could end up like this" he said, placing his hand on his son's belly. "I'm kinda jealous of my own mother" Mark said, thinking of the two of them fucking in this wonderful place. He turned and looked into his father's eyes. He stared at the fine crinkly wrinkles around his baby blues, the flecks of gold and green sprinkled through the blue. He reach out and touched his father's face, running his finger across his cheekbone and down to his chin. His father mirrored the touch, running the back of his own hand across the heavily whiskered face of his son. The laid there for a long time, exploring each others body; touching, tasting, and smelling. His father rolled onto his belly, Mark laying across him. The son ran his tongue over the heavily muscled back, he's eyes recording every freckle and mole. He noted the fine brown hair on his shoulder blades, something he had never noticed before. He mouth kissed a path down his spine until it reached valley of dense fur. The cheeks of his father's ass were tanned a dark brown and Mark gently ran his lips across their hairy surface before pressing his face into the ravine that lay between them. He had feared that he would not be able to do this, to put his mouth upon his father's opening, to insert his tongue into his father's ass. He was afraid of taste or smell, but when he got there he couldn't get enough. His tongue madly probed the tight hole, his own saliva mixing with his father's ass hair and sweat. His hands groped his dad's ass, no longer gentle; his fingers dug into soft flesh. His father responded with a loud guttural moan and his ass rose in a bucking motion that forced the son's face deeper into his crack. Finally, when he could take no more the older man rolled over and pushed his son back. "Oh your stomach!" he ordered and the younger man complied. Mark felt the weight of his father on his body, the bristle of hair on his chest against his own back and the hardness of his cock pressing intently against his ass. His father spit into his hand and rubbed the fluid across his son's hole. Then with great urgency, he forced his cock into his son. Mark cried out at first, there was not enough spit to allow his father's penis to pass easily. Then the feeling changed, instantly Mark relaxed and the pain was replaced by intense pleasure. His father pulled him up on all fours and pressed his cock deep into Mark's ass, their balls smacked roughly together. "I want you to feel what your Mother felt nineteen years ago, take my cock the way she did... feel my sperm deep inside you just like she did... the sperm that made you! Do you want that boy?" Mark was breathless "oh god, fuck me dad." His father began to thrust his hips into his son's hairy ass. He gripped his boy's waist and pulled him back on each stroke, making the force of the contact powerful. His nuts swung wildly, banging into his son's furry balls. His looked down and watched his cock sliding in and out, he could feel the head of his cock slamming into the wall of his son's anal cavity. Mark's ass clung tightly to his father's cock and he longed to reach back and grab his own throbbing dick. He felt his father's rhythm speeding up and knew he must be close to cuming. His father slowed, pulling Mark into an upright position. He wrapped his arms around his son, drawing his close against his chest. One hand began to explore Mark's chest, while the other grasped his son's cock. He cock was still stuffed deep into his son's ass, he slowly began to pump his hips again. His tongue licked Mark's neck and he nibbled his ear. Mark leaned his head aside and his father ran his unshaven check slowly against it. He held his son close and the two men became one. And then, together, they came. The father felt his son's cream flow out, covering his hand as he stroked him. As he came, Mark's ass muscles contracted and squeezed his father's cock. He was rewarded with a flood deep inside his bowels. The two stayed that way for a long time, linked together by the cock which had given Mark life. Mark reached back and ran his hands along his father's hairy legs which were hot from the midday sun. His dad continued to nuzzle his son's neck. He brought his hand up from his son's cock and held them in front his the boy's face. Mark eagerly licked the sticky cream from his father's fingers, while his father's tongue ran across the back of his neck. Father and son spent the rest of that day together, naked in the sun. They made love again and again, returning to their camp only as darkness approached. That night the slept together under the stars, either bodies entwined. The next few weeks went by quickly and it was with great reluctance that Mark packed his bags to return to college. On the last morning they stood by the car, Mark's things already loaded. "Well, I guess I should get on the road" Mark said, his voice lacking conviction. "I'm sure gonna miss you son! Thanksgiving's can't come soon enough for me." he said. Then he hugged his son tightly and kissed him on his lips. "I love you" he said. "I love you too, dad." The older man stood watching his son's car drive down the lane, disappearing into a cloud of dust.