Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 12:58:28 -0600 (CST) From: Farmer XX Subject: MY DAD'S BODY - part 4 He walked out of the bathroom pausing just long enough to snap me with his towel. He laughed, giving me that wide flashing smile of his as he continued down the hall. "Hey!" was all I could get out before he disappeared. The day before we had a hard rain storm and when the sun came out, it baked the mud into broken piles of dust. The stuff swirled around our ankles all day. Even after two showers it was still on us. So last night we had gone down to the pond to try and get the dust out of our pores. It was great to take a break and horse around, swimming and dunking each other. It wasn't exactly fair what with dad being so much stronger. I enjoyed splashing and horsing around with crazy dives off of the home made platform. But man could dad ever dive. He looked like he should have been a competitive diver. His body arcing beautifully through the reflections of the dark pond. I thought back to the storm that sent us running to the house as I watched his body. It had sent torrents of rain down on us, and dad down on me. I never had those feelings before. What he had done to me! The following day covered us with dust and sent us coughing into our bandanas. With hope, things wouldn't be as bad today. The weather reports last night made it sound like we were going to have a decent day. We headed downstairs in the dark and dad snapped on the lights. It was almost blinding. Farm houses would stand out like beacons early in the morning. Bright lights in the evening. Especially during the winter. Sometimes it seemed as if the blackness from out of doors wanted to pour into the house. Breakfast never seemed to change but it put energy in the belly until lunch. That was our big meal of the day, one dad always fixed the evening before. He tossed the bread to me while he fixed the eggs. I raided the refrigerator and before long we had orange juice, toast and milk to go along with the coffee and the bacon and eggs. Dad snapped on the radio and we listened to the morning farm news in silence. I looked out the window and saw that the horizon was becoming a bit light. The house was on a hill with the farm below, still in darkness. We walked down to the yard and dad spoke of the things that first needed attention. Every evening he made a list of the things that had to be accomlished that day. He handed me my list. There was only one thing on it. I had to clean off the buildings. They still looked a mess from the rain storm. But the list made things easier and they were finished quickly. We didn't see much of each other for most of the morning as we took care of our different chores. Every once in a while I would see dad walking from one side of the yard to the other, pausing to check out a piece of equipment. I always watched him when he knelt down, the way his jeans stretched over his legs turned me on. And his long easy strides caught my eye. He was a handsome, rugged looking man. Not a man who would fit in the cities or in a small town for that matter. He belonged on a farm. An outdoors man. I looked at my watch, a Timex I had saved up for, and realized it was almost time for lunch and that dad hadn't said anything to me since we came down the hill this morning. I cleaned off some more windows and trim and decided to go up and get lunch. I threw it in the pick up and headed down to the yard. I saw dad strip off his shirt and duck under the cold water tank, cooling himself off. His skin glistened in the sun. He was always dark, he looked like a shadow against the white sheets in bed. It was getting hard not to think of him that way. It seemed as if the sun had given him a permanent suntan. He ran his hands through his hair and I could see his huge armpits. They made him look mammoth from this distance. His body was muscled and hard, water running down onto his jeans. I pulled up and took the containers from the truck and pulled up a box to sit on. My eyes fell on dad's jeans. It was as if they had shrunk, his thights buldged through the wet cloth. He grabbed his shirt and toweled himself off, shaking the water out of his hair. He sat down, taking a cold drink and downing it in one swallow. Or so it seemed. I had set everything out and I expected a joke or a question about the morning chores but he didn't say a thing. I couldn't help but notice his jeans. I could see the outline of his cock. He had a hard on. I quickly glanced up at him to see if he caught me and I found him staring back at me. He didn't say a word, he didn't respond in any way. Dad had completelly changed from this morning. We started to eat and I couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't sound like some dumb kid question. I wanted to say something adult. "Dad, is there anything wrong?" I finally asked when he piled his dishes up and leaned back with another cold drink. He was so quiet it was beginning to bother me. He sort of smiled at me and said, "Not a thing, son." And with that he went back to work. No elaboration, no nothing. I piled everything back into the truck and took it back up to the house and hoofed it back to the yard. Out of the corner of eye I saw dad standing in the barn, sort of in the shadows, staring at me. He didn't move until I got to the edge of the yard and then he moved back out of sight. I had only seen him do this once before. And that was that first night he was waiting for me by the house, unknown to me, catching me when I ran into him. He didn't let me go that night. That was when everything started. I searched the yard and the other buildings for him, but I didn't have any luck. It was as if he were focusing on me. During the rest the day, I saw him looking at me but not saying anything...... glancing at me, standing as if he were thinking of something. His eyes always seemed to be on me but not speaking to me. It was as if he wanted to ask me something. At first I was aroused by seeing that he was looking at me, and earlier by him catching me looking at his cock, but then a thought crossed my mind. One that scared me. I wondered if he thought we were doing something wrong. That he should stop. How could I say anything to him about it. As the day darkened, dad patted me on the back and said, "Let's hit the showers, son." He had a soft, lazy smile on his face. Together we walked up the hill to the house and when we entered the mud room my ass brushed his crotch and I could tell that he was hard. He was built like that. He could carry a hard on for most of the day without doing a thing about it. On occasion I had seen him drop his jeans around his ankles and jack off. His fist pumping his cock until he gave himself relief. We undressed and he didn't even try to hide it. But then why should he? Why should I? I was so hard for him right now. I started to get in the shower with him when the door closed. I stood there surprised. Usually we showered together, now I stood there watching his large shadow soap and rinse himself off. I stepped back as he opened the shower door. He had a surprised look on his face as if not expecting me to be so close to the door. I tossed him a towel as I stepped into the shower and quickly turned on the water. My cock was so hard I could hardly stand it. I wanted him to say something, to touch me, to do something. I rinsed off and made to get out of the shower, expecting him to be there but he was gone. I dressed in house clothes and made my way up the stairs finding dad in the kitchen. He glanced at me giving me a shrug as if he were stuck fixing dinner and he could use some help. I set the table and got the milk and the butter out and we were all set for dinner. And it was difficult. I didn't know how to break the silence that had fallen between us during the work day. And now it looked like it was going to last for the evening. We passed the food back and forth and every once in a while dad would say something about tomorrow's work and what should be done. Once he did ask how my day went but my answer fell so short that our dinner ended in silence. I cleared the table while dad started on tomorrow's lunch. I walked over to give him a hand but things were still so strange. I went into the living room to watch some TV. There was nothing on, but our reception wasn't the best, so I wound up watching some movie I had never heard of. Dad came in some time later and sat down with a book he was trying to finish, a very bad one, he had said. He sighed as he sat down and from the reflection in the TV screen I could tell that he was looking at me. His hand went to his crotch as he picked up his book. I was hard just seeing him behind me. I thought I was being so clever, thinking that he couldn't see me when suddenly our eyes met in the TV screen. Caught again.....and I couldn't break the habit I had established . I kept glancing into the TV screen only to see dad looking back at me. I don't think either of us paid any attention to what we set out to do the evening. Finally, dad moved out of his chair, and watching him, I saw him come towards me. He leaned for the TV and turned it off and sat on the floor next to me. "Son, I know that I have been quiet all day, but I have to talk to you," he said. His voice sounded sort of raspy. I felt his hand rest on my back, beginning to lightly massage me. He leaned down closer to me letting me smell his body. I could smell the light scent of his sweat. He knew I liked his smell. He leaned his face closer to mine and kissed me on the cheek. "Son, I need you tonight," he whispered. I thought I was going to burst! He continued to rub my back in larger circles until he was massaging my inner thighs. It felt terrific. His hand moved to my other thigh and he lifted me a bit off the floor fumbling with my belt buckle. I quickly reached down and undid myself for him and his hand was inside my pants. I could feel his large hand move around to my ass and it slipped into my briefs. I thought I was going to cum right there. He ran his rough hand softly over my ass, feeling for the crevice between the cheeks. His hand kept moving back and forth until I felt a finger further separate my cheeks. And then he found my asshole. "I want to fuck you, I need you so badly right now," was all he said. He was almost silent. I turned my upper body to him and looked him in the face. I gave him a kiss and got up, struggling with my jeans. Dad chuckled and hoisted them up for me and quickly took my cock into his mouth. He dropped my jeans, and knelling in front of me he placed his hands on my ass and pulled me into him. His strong tongue worked my cock until I was almost ready to cum and then he pulled himself off. "Let's go into my room," he said, "we will take our time with this." We turned off the house lights and went to his room. It was obvious I was going to sleep with him for the first time. As I stripped and laid down on his bed, dad got some towels, a washcloth and some other stuff I could't make out. "Son, I am not going to kid you. This is going to hurt, but I will try go as slowly as I can so that it doesn't hurt so much. It will only last for a while and then I think you will find it pleasurable," he said as he stripped and lay next to me, All I said was, "Okay, dad." I looked down between his legs and said, "Wow," and laughed. He laughed with me and taking my hand, he placed it on his cock. I wanted this more than anything. But it was large. How was I going to take that up my ass. "Dad, let's do it," I said, smiling at him. "Son, I'm not much for words when it comes to love making. And that is what I am going to do to you. I am going to make love to you," he kissed me and took me in his arms. We had never done anything like this before. I felt his strong tongue invade my mouth, searching for my tongue and the roof of my mouth. He sucked on my tongue until I was inside his mouth tasting him. I could feel his muscles hard against me, his cock pushing at me, knowing where it wanted to go. His legs wrapped around mine. His mouth onto my neck, his face into my armpits. I slipped down his body and quickly took his cock in my mouth. Such a large cock. I wasn't used to taking it all yet but some day.....I smelled his balls and went after them, huge and hard. I felt him grab me under my armpits and haul me up to his face again. "Son, I am the one who is going to do all the work tonight. I want us both to feel good," and he kissed me again. Just as I had, he slide down my body until his head rested on my hip, my cock in his face. He took something from behind him and lifted my leg up. My leg rested on his arm as his fingers again searched for my asshole. I felt his fingers, and they felt so good, when suddenly I felt a coldness on my asshole. And then there was pressure. "Just take it easy, son. I'm going to ease you with my finger. If you want to help, maybe you could press down as if you had to take a shit," was all he said. There was more pressure from his finger until I winced, it was starting to hurt. I felt him spread the cheeks of my ass and that helped. And then I remembered what he said and I pushed down. Hard. And suddenly his finger was inside me. I heard a sound of approval come from him. Then I felt the pressure and relief as he began to move his finger in an out of me. He was fucking me with his finger! It sort of hurt but it was feeling better. In fact it was feeling pretty good. He went on like this and then I began to feel his knuckle press into me. His finger had stopped it's motion and was now pressing to the sides of my asshole. He was a patient man as he took his time, licking the pre cum off the head of my cock, almost making me cum. He was stretching me out. Then he gave me a shock, I felt a second finger go inside me and my body arched in pain, letting out a yell. "Relax, son, relax. Just lay still, take it easy. It is just your dad's finger. Come one, son, you can take it," hearing him say that, my body relaxed and again I pushed, " that's the idea, son. Now you are getting the idea." He kept working on my asshole, as if it were something precious. His face nuzzled my crotch and without a warning I got another electric jolt of pain. This one really hurt. "Oh, damn, son, I am sorry. Do you want me to stop," I shook my head, looking at him. I relaxed and all of a sudden his fingers felt terrific, something I had never had before. Something I wanted more of. Then more pain. I touched his head and said, "Dad, fuck me now. Please." He looked at me and hoisted himself up. He kissed me and knelt between my legs, stroking them. Putting my legs on his shoulders, he took more of that stuff and I could see him coating his cock with it. Then I felt it's coolness as he inserted some inside me. "I'm sorry, son, this is going to hurt again. But not as long and I will be careful. We don't have to do everything tonight," he said as his lips brushed my ear. I looked down my chest at him and saw the most handsome man I had ever seen, muscled, good looking, sexy, the man I wanted to fuck me. He eased my legs over his shoulders and looked at me. He gave me a slight smile and looked down at his cock and then stroked my ass. "Son, this is going to hurt." And I felt a jolt of pain that went through my body like a rocket. I thought he had killed me. Relax, relax,relax....push down, oh damn relax was all I could think. I looked at dad and saw him hanging his head down, "I'm sorry son." I felt him start to withdraw and I practically yelled , "No, dad. Keep going, please." Again the pressure and the pain, but not that bad this time. Whatever made me think that I could handle a cock the size of dad's. I mean it was huge. What it I couldn't please him. Oh man, I had to make this happen. I had dad's cock inside me, up my asshole. He was making love to me. Such a big, handsome man with a huge cock. A cock he wanted his son to be able to take. My dad wanted to make love to me, to fuck me. I kept thinking of what he told me and even if my face showed my pain, I was not going to give up. It was better, it was getting better, just a bit of pain. I looked up at dad and he was watching me like he had in the farm yard. Was this what he was thinking of?? "Yes, dad, do it dad," I said as I let out a deep breathe of air, "fuck me the way that pleases you, it is feeling great. Do it, dad." It was almost as if I had pumped life into him, he looked down at his cock again and at my ass, then at me....I saw his hips move towards me and his cock went deeper, I could hear him moaning and groaning. His head rocked back and forth, from side to side as his hips made his thrusting moves into me and pulled back. He would glance up at me but not see me and small sounds would come from him. It was painful, it hurt, he was too big, he was too powerful but I was damned if I was going to say anything or cry out. But it hurt so. Maybe next time would be better. Nothing could continue to hurt like this. He was so big, I could look up at him and just seeing the size of his body should have told me his cock was too big for me. But then he started to groan, to say my name, to tell me he loved me, his head hanging down. Those hips making their penetrating plunges inside me. Suddenly it felt better, the pains were still there but not as sharp, yeah it was getting better. I looked up again, dad was sweating like a horse. It was pouring off of him and he was plowing into me harder, the pain returned. And his sweat was raining down on me. He was getting close, I could tell from the way his muscles were straining. He was beginning to breath heavily. I was getting so close, just by listening to him, hearing him and smelling him. I could feel his cock begin to swell, almost get bigger if that is possible, I could feel him inside me, working my ass, going deeper, pulling himself out further and going back in deeper still. He was gaining power. His hips were banging my ass with each thrust and I could feel his balls whip against me. His cock felt like a piece of steel now. Slick, hard and hot, taking it's measure of me. He was fucking me. He shouted my name, looking down at me, he whispered, "I love you." I barely heard him. And he closed his eyes as if he were in pain and shouted, "NO, NO , NO, NO, oh fuck no. Not yet. NO. CAN'T STOP. OH FUCK. NO PLEASE." And he unloaded his cum inside me. Deep inside me. It felt wonderful. "Son, oh man, I want to do that again. I want you to do that do me. Look what I found," and he scooped up some cum off my belly, "you sure taste good," as he licked my cum off his finger. And he came down next to me and I felt his cum ooze out of my asshole. He took me in his arms saying, "Son, I am sorry. I am so sorry I hurt you." I convinced him that he need not be sorry and that I was happy that I gave him so much pleasure. That he gave me pleasure too. We laughed when I said that I had to be broken in some time. We rolled together and he pulled up the sheet and for the first time, we slept together.