Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2003 11:13:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kevin Hoover <kevinhoover2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reminiscences - Part 3

Daddy (Reconnaissance)

	There are times in our life that there are no gray days. Even when
the days are gray, we see them full of colors, because the beauty we see
before us is a result of what goes inside of us. And it seemed that my gray
and sad days were behind me when I woke up the next morning feeling sore,
but full of energy. My father had left long before, it was almost 10 in the
morning, and I never slept that much; he probably had told uncle Thad not
to wake me, otherwise he would have done it much earlier. Memories of last
night filled my mind and I touched my sore butt where his cum dried up
forming a crust all over my ass. Up to this day I still don't know how I
never simply went nuts, being so young, whose first time sexual contact had
been with men, instead of with a woman. But I had no parameters for
comparison, had never had sex; had never been touched in a so intimate way
by a girl so that I could draw my own conclusions. Anyway, maybe I had all
the reasons in the world to go nuts, to feel dirty, to try to kill myself,
to become a spoiled little brat, but then, why did I feel so alive, so full
of contentment, so happy as if I had a sun of my own shining inside of me,
recharging my soul and warming up my once so cold life? Why did I feel so
complete?

	Just remembering my father's cock entering my hole, depositing his
man seed there, the same seed that had formed me inside my mother's womb;
realizing that what my father had done to me last night was the same thing
he used to do to my mother (only then I could understand the noises they
made), ignited a chain reaction in my body. My cock began to grow and I
felt sexually aroused again. I spat in my hand and began jerking off,
trying to elicit the same pleasure I had felt with my father. I was
discovering the amazing sensations our body can experience if you do the
right thing, or touch the right spots. And when the images of last night
filled my mind (my father groaning and moaning inside of me, uncle Thad's
cum flying from the tip of his cock, filling up my mouth) my cock got
harder and my heartbeat accelerated. I realized that those scenes made me
feel hornier.

	I was beating up my meat faster now when the door opened and uncle
Thad came in. By his face I knew he didn't expect to find me doing what I
was doing, but didn't seem surprised either. I stopped what I was doing and
sat upright quickly, trying to hide my body with the blanket. I still felt
ashamed and uncomfortable with the whole thing, but he simply came closer
and sat on the bed beside me. He said that it was all right to jerk off,
but I still felt uncomfortable. He then asked if my father had talked to me
and wanted to know what happened last night. I remained quiet, but his eyes
fell on the bed and he saw the stains of semen on the sheet. "Well, I see
you two had time to have a good talk, right?" I still didn't know what to
answer, so I remained silent. "Did he fuck you? Did he put his cock in you
ass, Kevin? You can tell me." I simply looked at him, but I guess that was
enough for him to draw his own conclusions. He, then, stood up by the bed,
pulled the zipper down (I can still hear the sound of his zipper opening on
that quiet morning), reached inside his pants and removed his big hard and
thick cock. "Come here Kevin, it seems that we are coming to an
understanding here. I know you are enjoying all this and I think you are
still hungry. Here, suck that cock!" I never thought twice, I simply moved
closer to him and played with the foreskin, there was lots of it there. He
gently placed his hand on my head and pulled me to his crotch. He seemed to
know that I wanted that, even if I didn't myself. The head was red and it
seemed that some pre-cum was oozing out. I licked the underside gently and
he let out a little moan. Then I opened my mouth as wide as I could and
tried to put his fucking pole in. I managed to get about half of it down my
throat while he began to moan even louder. Slowly I sucked up and down,
taking as much as I could into my hot mouth, being careful not to
gag. Although I still lacked experience I knew what to do because this
thing comes naturally. He started to slowly fuck my mouth. I could feel his
cock enlarge and grow thicker down my throat. After a while he stopped
suddenly, removed his cock from my mouth and said: "Turn around, Kevin". He
told me to lie face down on the bed, exposing my sore, waiting hole and
spread my legs. After last night I knew I could take more than I
thought. He spat on his hand, wet his cock and came between my legs. Before
lowering himself over me he spat once again, this time right on my asshole
and spread it with a finger. At the touch of his finger rubbing my asshole
I felt again that sensation of pleasure spread through my body. "You've got
a crust of dry cum all over your ass. Your father seems to have cum buckets
here". He said and then pressed the engorged head into my ass and I
flinched. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Since your father thinks it's OK, I
want a piece of that ass too." He said.

	He didn't slam it in, he just pressed it a little, letting me open
myself up to take it at my own pace. I think he realized that this was how
he would achieve what he hadn't yesterday. It hurt too bad, but felt too
good, too, as his cock entered me. I think I was psychologically prepared
for what was to come, because finally, with a last effort on my side, the
head past my ass muscles and I had most of it in. He groaned on my neck
when his hard cock was engulfed by my tight and warm hole and he began to
fuck me gently. After he finally put more than half of his cock inside me,
I told him to wait a little because it was hurting too bad. He stopped and
remained there, his tilting cock half buried in my ass, holding his weight
with both hands, avoiding to crush me, giving me time to accommodate his
large tool up my chute. Maybe one or two minutes later I felt I could take
him without suffering too much. I tightened my cheeks around that hot rod,
told him to be careful and the pace picked up.

	He brought his cock completely out, spat and wet it again, I saw
him slide his hand up and down his shaft, smearing it all with his spittle,
and repositioned himself in my crack. I opened myself up and the head went
thru easily. It still hurt, but I closed my eyes and let him go to the
end. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, paused for a moment, then
pushed it as far in as he could, still trying to be gentle, his tube of
flesh opening the way, stuffing me completely down below. My ass was on
fire! He was moaning louder and louder and a few minutes later I knew he
was getting close. The whole time he didn't jam his cock into me with all
his might, he simply kept sliding it in and out, in and out, maybe for fear
of hurting me. I could feel his foreskin going back and forth as he pushed
his cock into me. He was really moaning and I could feel his cock enlarge
with a load of cum on the way. "Oh Kevin, you're too tight, you're crushing
my cock. Gosh, if I knew you were this ready before...I'm gonna shoot" he
roared, continuing to drive his cock into me. This time he gave his
strongest push so far, making me close my eyes and grimace, and went as far
as he could, and screamed with pleasure as I felt the cum rush out of his
cock and into my burning hole. Still, he didn't collapse onto me, he just
remained there quivering with his manhood still inside me, pumping his
cum. After a while he took his cock out, straightened up, and pulled up his
pants. "Thank you, Kevin, I really enjoyed this" was all he said.

	He helped me up and I went to the bathroom. He saw that I was
walking differently and told me that it would help if I soaked myself in a
hot tub. Before going downstairs de said that he had come up just to tell
me he had a special breakfast for me, orders from my father, and added that
now he would make it even more special. I spent forty minutes in the hot
water and it really helped me feel better. When I touched my hole I could
feel it loose and slick. I rubbed and massaged it the best I could and by
the time I finished my bath I was feeling much, much better. My father
hadn't said when we would do it again, but I wanted to be all right if he
wanted it tonight. I wasn't recognizing myself. Here I was, sore all over,
sore inside, but willing to do everything my father might suggest us to
do. In just one night I had become a sex addicted. With uncle Thad I hadn't
reach that point I reached with my father, but then it had been so quick,
he didn't take time to explore me, to find new depths with his probe.

	I spent the rest of the day in anticipation, waiting for the moment
my father and my brothers would arrive. I was a little embarrassed to be
around uncle Thad, so I told him I would check the animals and see if
everything was all right. He might have sensed that I needed some time
alone and instructed me on a few things. Once in the barn I remembered what
he had said about fucking the cows in the barn and I began to pay more
attention on the animals. Had he really fucked them? And my brothers, do
they fuck the cows too? And what about my father? I had a lot of questions
but didn't know how to ask them or to whom I should ask. I decided I would
pay more attention to things around me from then on.

	My father and my brothers arrived from the field about four pm, as
usual, and everything seemed like everyday. My brothers proceeded doing
what was expected from them, like tending the animals and things in the
house before dinner, and my father went his way, too. During dinner
everybody behaved normally and everything seemed normal. Maybe I was the
one who acted differently, or expected things to be different because I was
going thru changing times and expected everyone else to be changing,
too. But for them life was the same today as it was yesterday. Even my
father acted as if nothing had happened the previous night, or as if what
happened was so natural like going to church on Sundays. But I've got to
understand that it was in my head where the changes were happening. I was
the one whose world had been drastically moved on.

	Before going to bed that night we spent some time talking, my
father always liked to sit by the fire, habit from the time my mother was
alive, and besides there was nothing else to do. I used that moment to pay
attention to that man I called daddy and who seemed like a god to me. If he
had died before last night I would have suffered terribly and probably
would have become a lost cause to my brothers; but if he died now, after
what happened last night, I surely would go insane and die too. After more
than one year feeling so lonely and so lost, I felt now ready to start all
over again. It was as if life was making it up for me, giving me the chance
to be of help to my father, loving him, fulfilling his needs, being there
for him, and also teaching me that there's more to life than simply
suffering and pain and loneliness.

	My brothers left the room and only uncle Thad, my father and I
remained there. Uncle Thad received instructions for the next day and left
to his room. It was now only him and me. Suddenly I had the sensation that
we were the only people in the whole world. Nothing else mattered. My
father had that ability of making this happen. When he was around,
everybody else came in second. He looked me in the eye and asked me if I
was all right. He had these beautiful green eyes of his, which seemed to
scrutinize your whole being. His square face was covered by a two days
growing beard and I longed to caress him. At the same time he displayed an
aura of authority, he also made us feel like taking him into our arms and
tender him like a baby. When he looked me that way I knew I'd do anything
for him, anything!

	"Are you feeling all right? I mean, is your body aching?" I knew
what he meant. "Not really, just kind of sore." I replied. "Are you afraid
of me, afraid to sleep with me again? Do you think you can go back to your
own room now? Maybe you should!" He said plainly and I wondered how could
he do that, I thought he had liked last night. "No!" I cried out, "no,
daddy, please, I don't want to go back to my room again, I want to sleep
with you, please. I'm not afraid of you and I really want to please you, to
do what you want me to do, please!" I think the fear of loosing him made me
bold and I blurted out that I wanted to please him. His gaze lasted a
little more, as if trying to know what was going in my mind, then he shook
his head as in agreement and pulled me close to him, my head on his chest
as he hugged me and patted me on my back. "Ok, son, I think we really have
gone too far to simply turn back now, to simply forget and pretend that
nothing happened. I lost my head yesterday and I had a miserable day today
thinking about what we did last night and I meant to tell you that you
should sleep in your room from now on." "No, daddy, please..." I
interrupted him, but he didn't let me finish. "Wait, son, let me finish. I
spent the whole day today thinking that I probably had hurt you badly with
my cock, pushing it in inside of you the way I did, I thought I would never
forget me if something happened to you. But now I see that you are all
right, and you tell me that you're OK and I am confused. Understand me, I
don't want to force you to do anything you don't want, to make you feel you
should please me just because I am your father and you think you should
after I asked you last night to take your mother's place. I never told you
what I will say now because I'm not used to say that, but I love you and
don't want to be a bad father."

	He was silent for a moment and I grabbed the opportunity to say
something. I was touched! My father saying that he loved me was something
new. I knew he loved me, but he never had said that. Maybe the guilty made
him feel he should say that, and I loved him even more. To hear him say
that he loved me made me want even more to caress his unshaven face and
kiss him all over. But I'd never dare do that. "You are the father I want
to have, daddy. And besides, what you did last night wasn't bad... I liked
it." I finished. "Did you, Kevin? Did you really like me doing what I did
to you? You know that a man do don't do that to other man. That's a girl
thing." His eyes were hot on me. "Yeah, daddy, I know, but I liked it very
much. I don't like girls, I like you and if you want to do that again
tonight, I want too. I'll do anything you want." He took a long time to
answer, but then he said: "OK, if you really feel that way, I think we can
go upstairs now. It's bed time anyway."

	We got ready for bed and only then I realized that I'd been waiting
the whole day for this moment. I still wasn't sure if my father would try
something, but if it was up to me, he surely would. When we were finally
tucked in bed and the light was out I didn't wait for him to pull me near;
I simply moved backwards until my body touched his. He was lying on his
back and didn't turn to embrace me, after a while I turned around and
snuggled against him, resting my head on his arm, my hand on his chest. He
acknowledged my presence drawing me near and I made myself comfortable in
his bear embrace. He smelled good and his body was warm. I didn't know if I
should do something or wait for his move. Much too slowly I began to move
my fingers on his chest, running them thru the hair expecting him to stop
me anytime. He didn't! So, I became bolder and spread the field of
exploration, my fingers reaching one nipple and then the other. He sucked
air thru his teeth and his breathing got a little deeper and I lowered my
hand, he still remained in silence, and the hair became dense as I reached
his navel. At the same time I felt his stomach contract and he would suck
more air thru his mouth, indicating that he wasn't indifferent.

	It was delicious to explore his body, something I always wanted to
do. He was quiet, which meant he was not opposing my exploration, so I
decided to finish this off and find out what I had in store for me. Still
slowly I moved my hand from his hairy belly and placed it directly on top
of his crotch, not inside his pants. I didn't know exactly what I expected
to find there, but definitely it turned out to be more than what I
wanted. There was a big lump inside his pajamas pants and it was hard. He
had a hardon already and it was throbbing. When my hand touched his cock
and I squeezed it, he moaned under his breath. "Stop it, Kevin, please, we
better sleep now before it gets too difficult for me to stop." He said and
removed my hand from his cock. I was disappointed and frustrated, and he
seemed so determined that I was about to turn around when his words 'before
it gets too difficult for me to stop' made me change my mind. "Please,
daddy, I want to give you what mom used to give you. I really want to be
your girl now." And saying that I inserted my hand in his pants and grabbed
his hard cock and squeezed it. "Oh, Kevin, you don't know what you're
starting." He said and hugged me tighter. I slid down under the blanket
until I was at his waist level. Without seeing a thing I lowered his
pajamas and underwear and I hear his cock slapping on his belly as it freed
from its prison. I got between his legs and searched his cock. I found it
resting on his hairy belly and took it in my hand and brought it up. At my
touch he let out another moan and I lowered my mouth on his pole.

	I couldn't see his cock, but I could smell it and feel the heat
emanating from it. I think it was similar to uncle Thad's, but the feeling
I was experiencing was different, much different. After all, it was my
father's cock, I was holding the cock that had spurted its seed into my
mother and made me, it was a thought that messed with my head. My father
had no idea what I was up to, but he surely didn't expect what I did
next. When the swollen head of his prick entered my mouth he gasped and
jerked in bed, almost sitting up. "Oh, God, Kevin, what are doing?" He
asked matter of factly since he knew what I was doing. I didn't answer him
and kept swallowing his cock. By now half of it was inside my mouth, I
didn't want to give him a chance to back off, and he fell back on the bed,
groaning and moaning. "Where did you learn that? Who told you a cock can be
sucked?" I didn't answer him and kept lapping at his now bigger cock. He
was receiving stimulation never felt before. I reached with my other had
and massaged his nuts. "Uhhnn! That feels good, Kevin." I jerked him
slowly. I licked the head and felt a salty fluid on my tongue. It tasted
wonderful. I then put my lips up to his head and licked the circumference
of his rod. With my other hand, I gently massaged his nuts. His cock was so
warm I almost melted. He placed his hands on both sides of my head and
began to slowly fuck my mouth, thrusting his hips at the same he brought my
head gently on his hard pole. His cock could only make it halfway in
because he was too big. I worked up and down on his shaft and I sucked and
licked the stalk. He rubbed the back of my head and slowly kept fucking my
mouth. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling of my father's cock
filling my mouth. I must have been doing a good job because his breathing
increased and he gasped. "You better get off 'cause I'm about to cum,
Kevin."

	Only then I stopped sucking him because I wanted him to fuck me
again. I was sore, but the memory of the climax I had achieved last night
made me want him to fuck me again. I deeply wished to experience the same
wave of pleasure that took hold of me. Lying next to him I told him: "Can
you put it in me again like you did last night, daddy?" The room was dark
and I couldn't see his face, but I could tell he was more than willing to
do that. I had taken him to the very point where there was no return. He
got up and told me to lay facedown and wait a little as he left the
room. He was back in less than 3 minutes and only when his hand touched my
butt I knew what he had left for: he had gone to the kitchen to get some
lard to use as lubricant. Instead of being unpleasant the lard added a
touch of exquisiteness and it had a delicious fragrance that up to this day
I still remember those old days when I detect that smell no matter where I
am.

	He turned on the light and used his fingers to spread a big wad of
lard. His finger circled my hole a few times, before it began to ease its
way inside, moving around slow and carefully. "Does it hurt?" I said no and
moved my butt backwards forcing his finger to dig deeper. He got the
message and worked me a little more and then he got up and I turned my face
to him as his hand slid up and down his cock, greasing it, too, with
lard. The notion I had of his cock was based in my touch, but now I was
seeing his cock clearly for the first time, a long and large cucumber
jutting out of his crotch. The foreskin, retracted with the force of the
erection, exposed a huge mushroom head streaming pre-cum. "You sure you
want that up you, Kevin? Remember the pain last night? Even your mother
used to complain sometimes" Yes, I did, but I also remembered what came
next. "Fuck me, daddy, please!" I answered him and he agreed. "Spread your
legs." After using the lard to coat his prick, he slowly lowered himself
onto my back. The bed sagged from the extra weight but I didn't. Instead, I
rose into it, allowing my father's right arm to curl beneath me and get a
grip on my other hip. First he slid the big greasy cock head up and down my
smooth, hairless crack, making me shake all over, and then his left hand
lined the mushroom head with my wanton butthole and began to push. At
first, for a brief moment, I wanted to squirm, to pull away, to shout out
for him to stop once the head of his cock began to slide into me and, yet,
on the other hand, I knew this was what I had wanted all along.

	He didn't want to hurt me and he stopped just to make me feel
comfortable. "If it hurts I stop." He said in my ear, his hot breath
intoxicating me at the same time his cock was making my ass burn down
there. "No, daddy, I can take it; you can fuck me the way you want it. You
can bury it in my ass like you did yesterday." "Well, son, you had your
chance..." He pushed it in hard, at least 8 or 9 inches, and my body
lurched at this forceful invasion. He worked that big hard cock in and out
of my tight, burning ass for at least ten minutes. I was gasping for air. I
felt the head of his cock quivering inside of me. I arched my ass to give
him better access and felt his monster dick slide into me, inch after
agonizing inch. I think my father was impressed and surprised to find out
that his son was taking his big cock willingly; and also, I think that he
was finally realizing how lucky he was for having gotten a hole to stick
his prod in, even if it was his own son's hole. When his crotch finally
grinded my cheeks he let his weight crush me, buried his unshaven chin onto
the crease beside my head and I felt something like I had never felt
before. I was overstuffed with his cock pulsing deep inside my hole,
knowing that he had two nuts full of cum to unload deep in my bowel, and
also being smashed by this burly, large man consuming himself in that
delicious sensation that now had taken hold of him. Once again in less than
24 hours I was having my father inside of me, it was like coming home. In
that moment nothing else mattered, it was only me and him and I was the
center of his attention, where his whole being was focused on.

	He kept working his dick in and out of me. In little forward and
back motions he fed me the rest of his impressive shaft until the
coarseness of his pubic hair scoured the sensitive flesh around my boyishly
bare bumhole. I could feel that sensation begin to arise in the pit of my
stomach; I moaned and tried to spread my legs wider. His full 9" was now
pumping in and out of my tight hot ass and I could feel his sweaty, beefy
balls slapping against me. Just the feeling of his hard muscle sliding into
me had caused my cock to achieve a raging hardon and in my position I could
stroke my cock. I moaned again, louder this time, focusing on the cock that
was fucking me. I was so hot and felt like I was going to explode as my ass
was being filled with long stabs of hard cock. I could feel it in my belly
as he thrusts. He was ramming my ass like mad at this point and I was
growing delirious. My cock was throbbing and my body was rocking up and
down with the powerful force of the fuck. With each inward stroke, his
pubic hair rubbed against my raw, whipped ass and his balls actually
slapped against mine, so deep and furious was his penetration and the
feelings were there again. I felt the strange sensation of his heavy balls
slapping me on his downstrokes. I had been longing the whole day to have
him like this, to be under his power like this! It was as if I lost control
of my body and he was driving it, instead. I was aware of the fulfilling
way our bodies came together, the insertion of his body into mine, the way
his body covered mine, the powerful motion of his hips, the slaps of his
big balls, the feeling of being forced to open when his cock invaded me and
then close when he retreated. In my mind all I knew was that my father was
fucking me, turning me into his woman, screwing me like I was the horniest
cunt around. Sticking it to me.

	I cried out that I was going to explode, my body trembling and
shaking. "Yeah, son, take my cock up that boy pussy, take it all." It
excited me that he called it a pussy. I was his boy pussy at that
moment. He kissed my neck making me conscious of his massive shoulders,
thick arms and hairy forearms. His breathing was becoming shorter, he grew
more aggressive and plowed into my ass as his cock worked mercilessly. He
was fucking me the way I was sure he'd fucked my own mother's pussy,
unconsciously knowing that he could ram his cock deep inside me that I
could take it. My hole twitched, chewing his cock and that drove him crazy!
"Take my cock, son, take it all." I just moaned louder reveling in the
sensation of his cock fucking me. I could feel it in my belly. He was
really pounding away in me. I felt like I was being split in two. Each
time, he fucked into me, it felt like his cock was going deeper into my
belly. I went crazy! "Come on, daddy, shoot inside me. I want to feel you
explode." "So, you want my man cream? I'll give you plenty of my man
cream. I'm gonna cum...here's my cum...AAARRRGGGHHH!!!" His hips became
pistons, driving his cock into me with full force. This just made me even
more delirious. My mind was totally set on his cock and the pounding I was
taking. With each thrust, the pressure inside me doubled. I couldn't stand
it anymore and my cock erupted, shooting a small amount of cum and my ass
clamped around dad's shaft as each spurt forced its way out of my
cock. This triggered something in him. He pulled almost completely out of
my poor aching ass and shove it back in pounding into me with all his might
and shot a huge, heavy load of sperm. Wave after glorious wave of hot cum
gushed out of his enraged cock deep inside me. I felt my insides be coated
by his thick, warm cum. I was once again in heaven. My daddy had cum inside
me, depositing millions of spermatozoids, which, by now, were trying to
find their mates inside my rectum! I was so happy and felt content because
I had the ability to please that wonderful man. I felt truly alive and I
was going to make sure that this wasn't going to be the last time my dad
fucked me. Meanwhile Dad had stopped his fucking and was sprawled on top of
me, breathing very heavily. His cock was going soft and began to slip out
of me. He kissed me on my cheeks and moved off of me, rolling to his side
of the bed and I curled into his arms, finding the position we used to
sleep.

I could describe the many more times we made sex, but I would be
redundant. Since I'm telling the saga of my family I've gotta tell about
the time I was fucked by my brothers and other little things I learned in
the course of things. Next chapter will be coming soon. Thanks a lot and
let me know your opinion.

kevin