Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2001 12:30:19 -0600 (CST) From: Farmer XX Subject: MY DAD'S BODY I was born and raised on a farm. It was a place of delight to grow up as a kid and one where I grew into manhood far before I should have. At age 16 I was reaching six feet tall and weighing in at 180 pounds. Rather than playing my day away when I returned from school, I would change clothes and help my old man with the chores. It was there that I learned about a man's sweat and how intoxicating it could be. It was also there that I noticed men. And their bodies. Men would always be coming and going on the farm. The vet for the animals, mechanics for machinery and it just went on and on. And for some reason all these men were sexy looking to me. Their bibs or their jeans always fit so that I got a good look at their ass or their crotch. And if they had a tattoo, I would be rock hard in no time flat. But none of them matched my old man. Dad was a big man. Every man and woman in the county was in love with him. He was a handsome fucker with a drop dead smile. He was 6' 5", 245 lbs., broad shoulders and arms that were as thick as branches. His legs strained against his jeans. During the summer when it was hot and he had his shirt off, I would get a hard on looking at his body. He had body hair like a fucking animal. It was everywhere. And in the summer it bleached out blonde! I would watch him and get a hard on just from seeing the way his crotch pushed out below his belt. For years I had been fascinated by my old man's crotch. I wanted to see him naked so bad it hurt. I would jack off in the barn or if it I was really horny, I would put my hand in my pocket and jack myself off into my shorts. No matter where I was. Fuck, I wanted it to be my old man's cock. One day I thought I was struck dead after I had just cum in my shorts when I felt a clap on my shoulder and hear him say, "I bet that felt good son! Now maybe you can get the rest of your chores done without getting horny over your girlfriend." Girlfriend!!? If he only knew how much I wanted him! I didn't say anything as I was done with my chores. Instead, I headed up to the house and down into the basement where the shower and washer and drier was. I rummaged through the hamper and came up with dad's shorts from yesterday. I held them to my face and smelled his sweat and muskiness. The smell of his piss. Oh fuck, I wanted his body. I unbuckled and dropped my pants and shorts as I held his shorts hard to my face, smelling his body. Fuck, I wanted him. My cock began to thicken at the thought of my dad's body. I wanted to see him naked so badly. I began stroking my cock, scrapping the cum off my shorts and using it as lube. Some of it I put in dad's shorts. My cock was throbbing and getting wet with pre cum. Fuck it hurt. I stopped jacking and sort took a stumbling step back, not wanting to cum. But looking down at my cock and having dad's smell on my face made my cock continue to jump. "No," I wanted to shout, "don't cum, please!" And without touching myself, by just looking at my cock, it exploded and I fucking cursed it, time and time again as it unloaded in my shorts. The shorts I wanted to save for the middle of the night and combine with my dad's shorts. I wanted to do nothing but stroke my cock and dream of dad walking up to me and touching me. Maybe touching my face the way he would his cock. Looking at me with his eyes, cupping my crotch and ass in those huge, rough hands of his. I showered and threw all my clothes into the wash machine thinking I was being such a smart fucker for cleaning everything up, except for the shorts. At this rate I would never be caught using my old man's shorts like I did. Just the thought of getting caught was scary. But not enough to make me stop sniffing dad's shorts or jacking off in the farm yard the way I do. But everything was set for bedtime. I couldn't wait. That night I couldn't wait to get to bed. I had dad's shorts and mine hidden in my bedroom and my cock was hard all evening. To hide my buldge, I went outside and within two minutes I ran into him. And I mean it literally. I didn't even see him. "Whoa, stud," was all I heard before I felt his huge warm body and his arms grab me to steady me from the impact. He looked down at me and gave me that smile. He didn't let me go! I tried to back off and he held me! "Huh huh," was all I heard. But it certainly wasn't all I felt. I felt him draw me into his body and I looked around in panic. We were at the side of the house, blocked from anyone's view. Then I let myself move into his huge body. In a rather careful way, I put my arms around him and waited for him to make the next move. Evidently he came to the conclusion that I was not going to run away and he removed his hands from me. I could feel his hands go between the two of us. I didn't know whether I wanted to cum or piss but I was sweating like a horse. "I'm going to give you something I think you have wanted for a long time. Do whatever you want with it, son," was all he said as he unbuckled his pants and unzipped his pants. They fell to his ankles and he put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down between his legs. Fuck, this is what I have been dreaming of for years. I knelt there looking at his legs, strong and covered with hair. I put a hand on his ass and discovered it to have a thick coating of hair, and his cock..........? His cock more than I could hope for. Long, thick, heavily veined with pre cum glistening for me. It was mammoth and he was not completely hard yet. And it smelled like his shorts, sweaty, musky and like it was covered with dried piss. I felt dad's hand on the back of my head and hear him whisper, "Son, suck your dad's cock." He was so big. He was hard now and I could see thick streams of pre cum dripping from his cock. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and tried to swallow everything he had. I knew I was doing a bad job and I did not want to disappoint him. This is the one person I did not want to lose. He smelled wonderful and the feel of his cock was far better than anything I had dreamed of. I backed off of him and said, "Dad, I don't want to disappoint you. Please help me do this right." He didn't say a word. Instead I felt his hands stroke my hair, lightly moving down the side of my face to his cock. I felt a slight motion as his cock deepened it presence in my mouth. His hands continued down my throat around to the back of my neck where they stopped and held me tight. I felt his hips begin to move. Slowly at first, with a slow and steady motion. I couldn't take all of him but he kept it up. HIs cock continued it's way into my mouth, his hands being clasped behind my neck He smell was exciting me, making me want to take as much as I could. He started to make sounds, I could barely hear them. Moans were coming from my dad. I was pleasing him. His cock was thicking and I was getting so fucking hard. I wanted his cum. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, to give me what he had been storing up between his legs. Suddenly he was groaning louder and his hands held my neck as if they were caught in some kind of vise. His cock was being forced into my mouth without any rythym. Dad was all over the place when I somehow glanced up and saw his mouth wide open as if to scream and my mouth became engulfed with one, then two loads and three and four, finally five load. His cock kept coming at me and I kept taking it, wanting to suck my dad deeper. I wanted to get all the cum from that I could. I didn't want him to cum for another week. I wanted to please him. But his cock slipped out of my mouth as he fell to his knees and kissed me. He was panting, his face wet with sweat. HIs tongue went into my mouth making me shoot my load of cum. I wanted him for my own. "Son, that was wonderful," he said. "I want that many times. Many, many times. And son, trust me, I want you to feel just like I did. I want to do it for you too." "Son, we had better get down to the shower and clean up. You can take both pair of shorts upstairs to your bedroom. Give you old man a kiss." He wrapped me in his arms and I could smell him. I could feel the body of my dad, his warmth, his breathing. He whispered into my ear something I thought I would never hear.