Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2002 16:26:10 -0600 (CST) From: Farmer XX Subject: MY DAD'S BODY - part 3 After mom moved out, our house was pretty quiet. Almost as if we were afraid to distrub anything. When out in the farmyard we probably made more noise than usual. Our house sat up on the top of a rise with the farm falling away from it. You could look up and see this huge white house, surrounded by thick green trees, that was built for a huge family. And at one time it was filled. With a family of sons and daughters, who when grown, married and moved away. Now there was just my dad and myself. Just the two of us. It had been one of those wet, stormy days when rain fell in buckets turning the yard into a swamp of impassable mud and debris. It thundered off the roofs, threatened the windows and tore at the machinery and tool sheds. Lightning tore through the sky and it's thunder followed further shaking the windows. In all, it was a day to be inside a warm dry home with the promise of a hot meal soon to come. Dad and I had been out in the field when the storm approached and we hauled ass back to close down the barn and feed the animals. The wind first caught us, throwing dust and pellets at us. We were almost done but dad hollered at me that he forgot some stuff and that I should get to the house and close it up. Suddenly, we were both engulfed in rain. We couldn't even hear each other and I saw him just wave at me. I turned and began running up the hill, slipping and sliding, not really seeing where I was going. The size of the house made itself known through the rain and I ran for the mud door. The rain tried to come inside with me as I slammed the door shut. I had never seen anything like this before. I was sopping wet, boots, underwear. Everything. I stripped naked and hung my clothes over the lines propping up my boots to dry. Cold as hell, I stepped into the shower letting the warm water take off the mud. It was everywhere, even places I didn't think it could reach. I soaped down again, this time feeling clean and finally feeling human. Grabbing a large towel, I skipped dressing again. We always keep a second set of clothing in the shower room so we wouldn't bring the smell of the farm into the house. Walking up the stairs barefoot, I felt a bit tired and decided to go straight to my bedroom and lay down for awhile. I knew it would be some time before dad would be back. He was a very conscientious man and would check everything twice. As I passed each floor, I checked that the windows were shut and locked, doors were closed and when done, entered my bedroom. It felt warmer than the other rooms and I tossed my towel on the bed. I laid down dragging my towel up to dry off my armpits and crotch. I could feel my cock lengthning and I continued to apply pressure. Sighing, I dropped the towel and clasped my hands across my chest. My chest was beginning to broaden thanks to all the work on the farm. I liked the feeling. I moved my face against my arms and to feel the muscles buldging in my arms. I was becoming pleased with my body. I wanted to look like dad. On hot days, dad and I would sit in his den buck ass naked. Lets face it, heat on a farm can be uncomfortable. That sun blazes down all day and heats things until past midnight. He would be sitting on a cane chair with his hands resting on top of his head. His hands clasped together with his head slightly cocked as he looked at me. His ampits were huge. His thick chest and deep armpits gave him a winged look, a mammoth look. His stomach was muscled, rippled, a bit narrower than his chest but not much. Thighs of ripped muscles, they actually looked like they had been torn and bruised at some time as they jutted out from his hips. Muscles rising between his hips down to his knees. And thick, man were they thick. And his calves had the same torn and rippled look to them. They buldged in the back. Blood vessels seemed to pop out all over his body. He had a coating of body hairy that made me want to touch him, everywhere. And it was going to happen. And between his legs hung his cock. A nice sized cock that looked like it would be grateful for attention. His balls rested under his cock almost as if they could speak. They were telling me they were a handful, that's all. No big deal, don't worry about it. The man I loved had short brown hair and a brown mustache. My dad. We had found each other twice and it was known that we were going to be together for a long time to come. I heard him coming down the hall amid the sound of the storm. He stopped at my door and chuckled. There I was, naked on the bed and he only had a towel wrapped around him. He tossed me the towel and asked me to dry his hair. I grabbed it and got to my knees as he sat on my bed. His strong back came straight into my body, my cock hardening the minute I came in contact with him. I leaned into him as I massaged his scalp and changed ends of the towel. Soon his hair was dry and he flopped down and pulled me next to him. He laughed and kissed me, falling back. He rolled to his side, propping himself on his elbow and looked down at me. Without a word he bent down and kissed me, putting a finger to my mouth. "Is everything okay, son? I mean, between us? I will probably be asking you this every day for the rest of my life. It is just that it is so important. I don't want anything to ever harm you........." his eyes ended his words. Before he could say another word, I said, "Dad, you never have to ask me about that again. I love you and in one way or another I am going to spend my life with you. But if you want, you can ask me that as many times as you want." He flashed me that grin and he nodded. Then he laid his hand on my chest. He stayed propped up as his hand began to trace my chest. He touched my nipples lightly, bending down to blow on them. He looked me in the eyes and lifted my left arm and then my right arm behind my head. He smiled at me when he noticed I was getting a hard on. "I want that son," was all he said. He extended himself over my body and I felt his mouth in my armpit. An electirc shock ran through me and my chest lifted up and I hear him moan and say, "I like that son, I like your taste and the smell of your body." I looked down and watched his head work back and forth. I could follow the feeling his tongue was making by watching his head in my armpit. I had never felt anything like this before. It was driving me crazy. He moved to my other armpit and this time took longer. Making the same moaning sounds, I could feel his cock harden against my body. I tried to move but he held me tight. "This is all for you son, just relax and enjoy yourself," he whispered. He brought his face up to mine and kissed me again as I felt his arm slide down my body. His hand covering my cock. I thought I was going to cum, to explode before I should. He moved his hand away from me and slid it under my hips. His moustache smelled and tasted of sweat. I didn't think it was that hot or that I was even sweating. Dad was covering my body with his. I could feel his hips straddling my body as his head moved towards my crotch. His pubic hair was making me so hard I thought I was in pain. He reached up and took my arms from behind my head and placed my hands on his head. "Son, do whatever you want with me," he said. My dad's body moved further down, his chest was on my cock. If he moved any further I was going to cum. I pulled my legs together until I had his cock between my legs. He continued to move down. My hands felt wonderful in his hair, as if he were telling me to show him what to do. What would please me. "Dad stop ! Hold it dad," I tried to stop him. But dad's beard was on the head of my cock and all I felt was this prickly feeling and it traveled up my body, "Oh no, dad I'm cuming dad," was all I could say. And before another thing happened I felt a flood of warm cum shooting from my dad's cock onto my legs. My legs were covered with cum. Cum from my dad's hard cock !! My dad's beautiful cock, he was cumming and at that moment I shot my cum under his chin. When he felt my cum coating his neck he continued to massage my cock with his bristles. I keep cumming with load after load of a sixteem year old. Giving it to my dad. He keep working my cock until I feel back up exhausted. He remained where he was, cleaning me off, eating my cum, until he moved up to my side. He bent over me and kissed me, his tongue coming into my mouth. I loved the way he kissed but there was something more. Cum. He was giving me my cum back and then I felt him suck it off my tongue again. I slowly sucked what cum was left off my dad's tongue and kissed each eye and ear as he had done to me. Dad sighed and fell into the pillow next to me and pulled me into his arms. "I love you son, more than I should, but I can't help it," was all he said. I smiled knowing that my love was the same.