Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2002 13:15:45 -0600 (CST)
From: Farmer XX <FarmerXX@webtv.net>
Subject: MY DAD'S BODY - part 5

I opened my eyes and was either blind or had a bag over my head.  I lay
there for a couple of minutes before I remembered where I was.  Dad
should be next to me.  Next to me!  He was laying across me.

The was the first time we had slept together.  I could feel the warmth
of his body and his movement as he breathed.  I began to shift my body
so that I could move closer to him, but I was stuck.  The sheets under
me were stiff and I was sticking to them.  Then it came to me, I smiled
and beat back the sheets, freeing them from my rearend.

The bedroom smelled of man and sweat.  A damp smell.  I loved it.
Without waking up, dad mumbled something and pulled me into his arms.  I
fell asleep.

And then the alarm rang.  Before I could react, there was a "smash!" as
dad slammed his fist onto it.  He wasn't even awake.  The man could
sleep through a tornado.  I slipped out of bed and made my way to the
bathroom.  I got myself into the shower and turned on the water full
blast trying to get myself focused.  It got my attention if nothing
else.  I quickly soaped myself down and let the water run over me when
the door opened and dad stepped in.  I laughed out loud when I saw him
and he gave me a sheepish grin.

Large and still half asleep, he leaned around and gave me a great, good
morning kiss.  He already had me hard.

"Ah, what have we here?" he asked, as he pressed his body into mine.
His hand cupped my cock and balls.  He continued to kiss me on the side
of my face and my neck and said, "I think we should go back and take
advantage of the way we messed up the bed last night.  And what's in my
hand.  What do you think?"

I could feel his hand slowly massaging my balls as his cock hardened
against me.  He pushed himself into me, letting me feel his cock.  He
rubbed into me and asked me if I would soap him down.  I took the bar
and I soaped up the muscles stretching from his thick neck into his
broad, hard shoulders.  I moved the soap over his shoulders and watched
the water run down his back.  The water followed the indent of his waist
onto the strong muscles of his ass.  The man walked miles every day and
it showed.  I got down on my haunches, his ass right in front of me,
water splashing from his ass striking my face.  White streaks of soap
rinsed down his dark, suntanned skin.  I stroked my cock thinking of
what he had done to me last night and of what I wanted to do to him
right now.  I reached between my legs and felt where he had his cock
last night.

I washed the back of his ass, almost going to his cock and balls.  But I
stopped and continued down his legs.  I stroked the back and front of
his thighs feeling, for the first time, the bulging muscles that I would
stare at each day.  I slowly washed his thighs, feeling those thick
threads that roped on top of his muscles.  They stuck out, showing the
pain from his work, outlining his body.  I was moving down when dad's
voice abruptly stopped me.

"Son, you missed a spot," he said, "move back up."

I knew where he meant.  He had more than touched me there last night,
but man, this way my dad.  And his cock was hard!

"Between my legs, son.........my asshole."

I stood up and soaped my hands again.  He took an arm off the shower
wall and turned down the water.  I started massaging his cheeks and
moving closer, I leaned into him, slipping my hand between legs, I had
never been so excited.  I touched myself and thought was going to cum, I
could feel the hair between his legs and the smoothness of the cheeks of
his ass.  Water ran down my hand and took away some of the soap.  I
could feel dad moving back onto my hand, I could feel his asshole!  I
got harder, if that was possible!  I moved my finger up, moving against
his asshole.  Further up.  I kept my finger there and pressed up against
him, I wanted to be inside him.  I wanted to fuck him.  I reached around
him and took his cock in my hand.  All I could think of right now was
the two of of us doing things to each other.  And I wasn't sure what
those things would be.  Dad would have to show me.

"Yeah son, do it.  See what it feels like," he said.  And as if he read
my mind, he added, "You have to know sometime."

My finger had his asshole and I felt him push against me.  Inviting me
to press.  And my finger slipped inside of him.  I couldn't believe it.
What a feeling!  To have my hand between his legs and my finger up his
asshole!  What my mind was doing to me was crazy.

And the water stopped.  My finger came out of him as he turned around.
Looking at me, he said, "Let's do it."

He stepped out of the shower.  And before I could say anything, he had
grabbed a towel and was walking towards the bedroom.  When I walked in,
he was drying himself off.  Looking up at me, he smiled and touched the
side of my face saying, "I think we can take some time off for ourselves
today.  As a matter of fact, I think we deserve it."

He took my towel and began drying me off.  He liked doing it and it
certainly didn't take him long.  With his hands and his long arms, he
had me dry faster than the noon day sun.  Besides, he told me it gave
him a free grope.

Even though we had run ourselves through the shower, we did nothing to
help the bedroom.  It still smelled like a man and a boy had sex and had
slept on top of one another last night.  Of sweat and dried cum.  A
powerful smell.

Dad left a light on and was laying down.  He had his hands resting on
top of his head and those armpits seemed to take up the entire bed. They
seemed to begin at his waist and continue up into his biceps.  His chest
was massive.
I laid down next to him, sensing his size and kissed his chest.  He
chuckled and returned it by kissing me on top of the head.  I could feel
the dampness of his armpit on the side of my face.  Smelling him, I
looked up to see him watching me, curious as to what I was doing.  I
could feel my cock against him.  This is where I wanted to be.  So many
times he would walk past me smelling like this.

Even though he had been in the shower and I had soaped parts of his
body, he still had the smell of sweat.  Dad was still watching me as I
lowered my face to his armpit.  I wanted to taste it, smell it, have it
on me.  I put my mouth on him and inhaled at the same time.  My tongue
took in the hair from his pit as I went after his skin and the sweat
that lay there.  His taste was salty and worthwhile the wait.

I pushed my face deeper into his armpit.  I felt dad put a hand on the
back of my head as I moved to cover his pit.  He was moving back and
forth as he did just before he fucked me last night.  His body working
me.  He was exciting me even more.  He rolled his big body on top of me,
covering my face with his armpit, pulling my head deeper into him.
Giving me what I wanted.  He groaned and whispered to me.  His hand
continued to stroke my head as I worked hard at cleaning the sweat from
him.  Inhaling and licking his sweat, I moved my face back and forth.

I moved to his other side, taking his wrist in my hand and holding it
back.  Feeling his strength push back.  I went after his dark spot, that
wet spot, and like before, inhaled as I opened my mouth and gave him my
tongue.  He began stroking my head again and I could feel him moving
with me, as if we were making love to each other.  Trying to get as much
sweat out of him as I could, I covered his entire armpit until I glanced
up and saw him looking at me and I gave him a self conscious laugh.  He
pulled me up to his face and buried his tongue in my mouth, tasting his
own sweat.  I put my lips around his tongue sucking on it as if it were
his cock, pulling on it, to feel it move deeper into my mouth.  He moved
his face away from mine, his finger's touching my lips and he slipped
them into my mouth.  He probbed my tongue, the inside of my mouth as if
he were fucking me.

"Son, fuck me."

He held me, not moving, and I felt my leg become moist where his cock
now lay.  His cock was fully erect.

Dad hunted for that tube he had last night, and finding it, he squeezed
some into my hand and told me to put it on my cock.  As I was doing
this, he took some onto his finger and I saw his finger go in!  He had
his finger up his asshole!    Fuck, I watched that finger sink up there
and for the millionth time almost shot.  I forgot what I was doing as I
watched him.  And then dad got on his knees, and leaning forward on his
elbows, rested his forehead on his  fists.  I could see his cock and
balls hanging down, his cock dripping.

I got behind him and his ass was too high and without saying a word, he
lowered himself.  I could see that he was looking back at me.  I reached
under him and took his cock in my hand and stroked him with his pre cum.
I watched dad's ass rise with each stroke.

"Son..........."

I stopped what I was doing and looked at his ass and felt my cock pulse.
I couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen.  I put one hand on
dad's hip and with the other, I lifted my cock to his asshole.  It was
warm.  Warm was all I could think of.  I pushed into that warmth, but
not enough to get in .  I pushed hard and felt dad press back onto me
and I was in.  My first time!  And with dad!  I pushed on deeper,
feeling the inside of his asshole.  It's warmth surrounding and gripping
my cock.  So I kept going until my hips where up against his ass.  I
looked down and saw the two of us together.  This was getting hard to
take.  I didn't think I was going to be able to hold it.

Pulling back, I felt dad pull away from me.  Every time I entered him,
he would meet me.  How did he know how to do this?  I could feel his ass
tighten around me.  He was moaning, driving his ass back into me.  His
tightened muscles felt as if he wanted me to cum, I couldn't hold it.
Not the way he was handling me.  It was more than I could take.  I felt
a pressure building up in my cock.  At first it felt like I had to piss
real bad and then it got worse.  I didn't have control over this.

And I felt my balls tighten, they felt as if they were being squeezed.
For some reason, I reached under dad and felt his hand covering my
balls, applying pressure.  He was squeezing them, pushing them up into
me.  I just exploded!  I felt it rush through my cock, it seemed to tear
through me!  Painfully!  I drove myself back into him, trying to drive
my cum deeper, trying to keep my cock in him as long as possible.  More
cum tore through my cock, burning it's way into dad's asshole, making
him moan.  It kept cumming out of me!  It had never felt like this even
when I jacked off.

And I felt him push back on me, his muscles tightening, as if he were
trying to push me out of his asshole.  I felt my cock and then my balls
become moist, cool and then wet.  I looked down and saw white cum
between dad's asshole and my cock.  I could feel the slickness of his
asshole and I went faster and faster.

And then I heard him, a deep sound coming from his throat, his back
arched, fists clenched and I heard him swearing.  He was moving his ass
hard into me, bucking, and I heard him say, "yes, yes," through his
teeth as he came back into me one more time before I felt his heavy
drops hit my legs.

I didn't take my cock out.  I held myself fast to dad, the two of us
smelling of fresh cum.

"Dad, I don't want to come out yet," I whispered.

And we both collapsed to one side.  He reached around and put his hand
on my hip, massaging me, pleasing me.  I rubbed my face into his wet
back, again smelling his body.  This time he had really worked and I
could smell and taste it of his back.  Slowly, dad turned, my cock
sliding out of him, and we lay there looking at each other.  He kissed
me, rested his face on my arm and fell asleep.  And then, like last
night, I slept.

This time the sun woke us.  This kind of thing just didn't happen.  We
woke in the dark, not the sun.  The smell of sweat was heavier.  With
that thought, I pulled the sheets off the bed and buck assed naked,
picked up the towels.  Dad was in the same condition, looking for some
jeans in the closet.

Everything had a crusty feel to them, well I guess not everything, my
cock and balls still felt sticky.  I made my way down to the laundry
shoot.  No way was the cleaning lady going to lay her hands on these.
After dumping the stuff down the shoot, I headed back towards the
bathroom to wash off my cock and balls when I was stopped by dad's,
"Hey!"

I stepped back into his room and he motioned me over to him.  He had
that shy grin he gets when he is not sure of what he should say.

"I hope you don't mind how I lubed you up at the end, son?" he asked.  I
didn't have the slightest idea what he was talking about.  I had put the
lube on.  But I smiled and shooked my hear anyway.

"Damned if I am going to shower again," he said, "I smell too good!  At
least the way you like me.  Come here," and he grabbed me, putting his
face in my crotch, "Damn, you smell good.  Taste good too, I bet."

And my cock was in his mouth.  I still had cum on me and I felt his
tongue capture my cock.  I watched as he made circular motions with his
head, working my cock, sucking me, moaning at what he was getting.  His
tongue applying more pressure.  I was going to cum again.  His hands
slid down my thighs, almost lifting me up to him as he took his mouth
off my cock.  He glanced up at me and ducking under my cock, he went
after the cum covering my balls.  He sucked and pulled on them as if
they were my cock.  My cock began to leak onto the side of his face.
With one finger, he took it off and put it in his mouth.  Watching him,
it occurred to me how my cock and balls had become covered with cum.
Oh, damn, I was learning.

"Dad, I'm getting close!"

And he withdrew.  Looking up at me, he stroked my body, touched me,
kissed me, as if satisfying himself.  He took my hand and raised the
palm to the warmth of his mouth.  I felt the tip of his tongue barely
touch parts of my palm, as if something were dancing on my hand.  I was
really dripping.  My fingers disappeared into his mouth one by one and I
just stood there, my eyes closed.  He placed his hands on me and turned
me around. They went to my back, pushing me down.  Down towards the bed.

He positioned me half on the bed and half off and I knew what was
coming.  I was still sore from last night but I just hoped that this
time would be easier.  But I didn't hear him unzip his jeans or the fall
of his belt.  Instead, I felt his hands rest against the bed and then
came the feeling of his face and the warmth of his breath...........  on
my ass!   I felt his beard stroke my ass and his hands working each
cheek.  And then his tongue licking them.  I felt his nose, his lips and
his hair cross my ass.  Back and forth, drawing his beard and his smooth
forehead across me, hitting each time, the crack of my asshole, it felt
good.  And then he was at the top of the crack.  His tongue was pushing,
ever so lightly.  I felt his hands separate the cheeks of my ass,
somehow I reached back and held them apart for him.  He reached under me
and took my cock in his hand, slowly stroking while he worked on my ass.
His face slid down, going from side to side, his tongue making itself
felt.  He went deeper, searching.  Then I felt him.  He glanced off of
it, only to return for a deeper taste.  His tongue was in my asshole.  I
felt him probe and withdraw, then circling around my hole.  I could feel
the bed move as he shifted his body so that he could get a better
position.  His tongue dug deeper, making me want his cock.  He was
fucking me with his tongue.  I could feel him plunge in and out, with
those wild circular motions around the edges.  I felt his jaws working
deeper.  He was groaning and his hand went onto my cock.  His tongue in
my ass, his hand on my cock, oh fuck, he was driving me wild.  Dad was
stroking my cock.  Suddenly, what dad was doing really got to me and I
went crazy, I drove my hips into his hand, moving my ass back into his
face.  Hard.

I felt him move down. taking my balls into his mouth.  His nose pressed
into my ass and he sucked and pulled at them, his mouth pulling at them
from behind.  Oh, fuck!  He started stroking my cock off in his hand,
stroking me while the side of his face stroked my balls and my
ass....."I'm cumming, I can't stop it!"  Harder and harder!  I hollered
at him and I let loose, feeling him catch my cum, holding it in his
hand.  I was still pumping!  I could feel my cum thcken in dad's hand
until I finally stopped all motion.  Nothing left..........just sweat
and nothing.

We got onto the bed and he kissed me.  This time he smelled of me.  I
didn't think of all the things he had done but they were great.   He put
his hand to his mouth and took some of my cum onto his tongue.  He
offered me his hand and I took it, slowly cleaning off the rest of his
hand.

"Well, do you want to take the rest of the day off and fool around, or
do you want to work and get sweaty?" His voice dropped when he said
sweaty, letting me know what he had in mind.

I gave him a smile and replied,"Work and get sweaty."

"Now there's an honest man," he smiled.  "Let's get something to eat."