Date: Tue, 31 May 2005 09:10:06 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Sacked

All the usual warning and prohibitions apply. If your local law says that
you are too young to be reading this, or that, as an adult you can't be
trusted to read pornography, then go tell your parents you've been naughty
and ask for a good spanking. Maybe you can get your Dad to explain why you
shouldn't be reading this sort of material. This work is copyrighted by me
and I expect that to be honored. You are allowed to have one electronic
copy, complete, and one printed copy that includes this entire warning. You
can move this warning to the bottom of the last page of the printed copy if
you prefer. I hope you enjoy the story. I'd love to hear from any of my
readers. Positive comments and suggestions are always welcome. Sexually
lurid and scurrilous comments and suggestions will be read first!  ;-)))


Sacked

by Jon Hold

jonhold@earthlink.net

Copyright 2002 by Jon Hold



I remember when I was becoming a man. I remember being horny... all the
time. And itchy. And antsy. And obsessed. But mostly, I was amazed,
impressed and bedazzled by the changes in my body.

I was a short, muscular, blonde farm boy. Grandma says I'm growing just
like my Daddy did. Getting blocky and strong long before we put on much by
way of height. Dad's just 5' 10", but he's hell for strong and as good
looking a man as I've ever seen. He's blond too, and I hope I grow up to be
like him. Mom was the beauty of the High School when Mom and Dad were
there, and people in town still talk about their fiery romance that
resulted in me, their one and only child.

The school bus dropped me off one Friday afternoon and I started trudging
up the long lane to the house. Our new feed mill was down by the road and I
remembered that Dad wanted to sack up some feed for a neighbor who was
coming by in the morning. I figured, "What the heck," and decided to get
the job done. Once inside I realized that I was going to really screw up my
good school clothes. We weren't poor, but we didn't waste good clothes
either. I went into the big bathroom and took off my clothes, returning to
work bone nekid.

It felt good to be walking around naked. And kind of naughty. But Dad and I
were the only ones that ever entered the sweet-mill and I figured that he
wouldn't really care. I got the hot water going and by the time I'd checked
and filled the various bins and silage feeds everything was ready to
run. Dad and I had worked out a system to keep everything running steady
and I found out that if I slowed down the machinery a little bit and worked
fast myself, I could keep the whole thing going on my own. What a great
surprise it would be for Dad when he found the sweet feed all done.

The afternoon was hot and the running machinery made it hotter and more
humid. I was sweating freely and enjoying the feeling of my body working
smoothly against itself. The crop of newly emerging pubic hairs started to
itch and my scratching brought pleasure and an erection to my recently
enlarging boy tool. Never one to miss an opportunity I was soon standing
spraddle-legged in the middle of the room, one hand flailing away at my
eager boner, my other hand playing with my butthole. My best buddy and I
had been exploring my developing body, his hadn't started yet, and he loved
playing with my butt. One of our favorite things was for me to lay on my
back with my legs up so he could do wild things with my sensitive ass while
I whacked off. He really got off making me cum and I got used to having a
couple of fingers up my ass when I shot off. Bob would lick the juice off
my body and dick if I let him keep his fingers up my ass and our sessions
were becoming longer and longer.

I was really getting into the fantasy of what it would be like when Bob
started developing too when my father walked into the sweet mill.

I jerked my fingers out of my ass, let go of my rapidly deflating cock and
got my feet together. Blushing bright red, I wondered what my Dad was going
to do to me.

Dad looked around the mill, seeing the machinery all set up and the stack
of sacks I'd already done. Without saying a word Dad walked into the
bathroom and, leaving the door wide open so I could see everything he did,
he stripped off his clothes and hung them up next to mine. I stared
ogle-eyed as he stepped in front of the commode and shot a thick stream of
yellow piss into the porcelain bowl. Dad shook off the last drops and came
out into the main room with me.

"Well, let's get this job done, Son." was all he said.

Dad and I worked in the increasing heat, both of us enjoying working
together. I was fascinated by my Dad's body, hoping that mine would be half
as good as his when I grew up. Even more fascinating was Dad's big
dick. Thick and heavy, it swung around as he moved and I wanted to be able
to just grab it and play for hours.

We soon got into the rhythm of our work, and began a sort of friendly
competition, father vs. son. As the pace of work quickened, muscles bulged
and pumped full of hot blood, fresh unblemished skin blushed and worked
smoothly over taut sinew, sweat running unbidden across heated thews as
first a young man pushed the pace only to be bettered by the more mature
stallion. My father was magnificent! He handled the slick woven plastic
bags with ease and I had to push myself harder and harder to keep up the
pace. Dad grinned at me and I grinned back and taunted him about falling
behind. I stitched and stacked the sacks as fast as Dad could fill them. We
were working as fast as the mill could make the sweet feed.

I was seriously on the rail. Between my balls rolling between my sweaty
muscular thighs and my dick rubbing against the slick plastic sacks as I
led them between my legs to guide them through the stitching machine, I was
having a hell of a time staying off the rail. Watching Dad's hot body and
how he just grinned when he saw me looking pushed me over the edge and my
boner jutted up like a five inch solid steel peg. When I saw how Dad was
scoping out my boy bone I grinned and started putting on a show, hunching
against the plastic bags and making sure he got a good look every time I
took another bag from him. In no time Dad was showing me what a man's organ
looked like, dripping and ready for action.

I was having trouble keeping my eyes off of my father long enough to run
the stitching machine safely. My buddy and I had been playing with each
other, but he hadn't even started maturing yet and I'd never even imagined
anything as big as my father's cock. It was HUGE! He had big nuts with more
hair on them than I had in my whole crotch. His rich blond hair glistened
with his sweat, covering his belly and chest and ass, a deep dark line of
half-invisible hair marking where his bulging asscheeks came together.

I was about to cum when Dad handed me a final sack and turned off the sweet
mill. The machinery wound down to a stop as I stitched and stacked the last
bag. When I turned, Dad had come up behind me with a big grin on his
face. He ruffled my hair and then pulled me into his powerful arms and gave
me a huge hug, lifting my bare feet right off the ground. The heat of his
body, his crisp body hair scrubbing against my whole front, the hardness of
his masculine body, I just couldn't take it. Dad hugged me close and I shot
off against him uncontrollably, burying my face into the hollow of his
throat in shame. Dad just reached one hand under my butt and hiked me up so
I could instinctively wrap my legs around his waist and then held me there
like that while I shuddered and spasmed and dumped the rest of my hot boy
load onto my fathers hard belly.

Dad just held me, rubbing my sweaty back and rocking back and forth as I
recovered from the mind-shattering orgasm I'd just experienced. When I had
quit quivering and had caught my breath Dad carefully let me slide down his
now super slick body to the floor where I stood, head hanging in
embarrassment.

"Let me see something," Dad said. Dad was always wanting to "see
something." Mom said he was the most inquisitive man ever born.

Just as easily as if I were one of his prize colts, Dad started looking me
over, opening my mouth to check my teeth, holding up my lids to peer at and
into my eyes, checking out my ears and hair, running his hands all over my
newly muscular body and taking special care, as he always did with his
favorite colts, to carefully inspect my dick and, most especially, my
balls. Like the colts, I discovered that I liked having my Dad's big,
work-hardened hands touching me and scritching me between the legs. Like
the colts, I spread my rear legs and really got into my Dad's scratching
and feeling my balls, even to the point of taking my eyes off of the
beautiful mess I'd made on the now plastered down hairs of my Dad's rippled
belly.

Dad felt my butt and when he slapped my buns I bent and pushed my ass back,
opening up my crack for my father's inspection. Dad felt down my crack and
I jerked when his fingers touched my hole. Dad held his fingers still and I
pushed back against them. Dad grinned and started massaging my tight little
bum-hole. I moaned and pushed back even harder. At some point I saw Dad
wipe some of my cum mixed with his sweat off his belly. The next thing I
knew, Dad had two fingers up my sensitive ass and I was humping on them
uncontrollably.

"You had your ass played with before?"

Blushing, I answered my Dad the only way I knew how, honestly. "Yes,
Sir. Danny likes to play with my ass while I jerk off."

"He fuck you yet?"

Blushing furiously red, "N... na... na... no, Sir!"

"Anybody else fuck your sweet ass?"

I was about to start crying. In a very small voice I said, "no."

Dad worked another of his thick fingers up inside of my willing ass and
then stood me up. I had to spread my legs and stand on my toes as Dad bent
down and kissed me... right on the lips.

I just closed my eyes and moaned in pleasure as my father worked my ass
with three of his big fingers as he kissed all over my face, sucking at my
lips until they were swollen and rosebud red.

"I think you're going to be one of those special boys that make men so
happy. Do you want to be special for me, Son?"

I moaned deep in my throat. "Yes, Daddy. I love you so much. I want to be
special for you." I was trying to hook my legs back up around my Dad's
waist so he could really finger my ass for me, but the best I could do was
to get one leg wrapped around the bulge of his ass as I trembled, standing
on tip-toes while trying to push against my Dad's wonderful fingers.

Dad lifted me easily and laid me back down on top of the stack of sweet
feed sacks. The next thing I knew Dad was leaning over me, holding my head
between his hands as he kissed my face and lips, plunging his tongue
completely into my mouth where I could try to suck it completely inside my
mouth and down my throat. The taste of his saliva filled my mouth and I
wanted Dad to spit right into my mouth. I felt something pushing against
the hole in my bottom. Dad's hands were holding my head. When it finally
dawned on me through the fog of lust what it must be, pushing against my
hole like that, Dad pulled back and grinned down at me.

"You like that, Son?"

"Oh, yeah!" I moaned.

"You like having your ass played with?"

Moaning louder, pushing my virgin asshole right up against the swollen heat
of my own father, I sobbed, "Yes, Sir. Please, Sir, don't stop."

Dad chuckled and kissed me again, sucking at my swollen lips. "Oh, I'm not
going to stop, Baby. Not 'til you beg me to. No.  I'm going to give you
just what Grandpa used to give me when I needed it. You ready?"

I wasn't too sure what Dad was saying. My brain wasn't operating very
clearly just then. I just went with my instincts. I lifted my knees up as
high as I could and clasped my fathers hips with my tender young feet and
wrapped my arms as far around my Dad's barrel chest as I could.

I heard my Dad chuckle and then I felt real pressure against my
asshole. Dad stared right into my eyes as he pushed forward. I felt his
heat working on me. I felt my hole spreading open. I felt my fathers heat
inside of me. Heating my ring. Spreading my ring. Opening my half-virgin,
pre-lubed, straining boy-hole to his one-eyed, heat-seeking, moisture
missile. I felt the outer ring of my hole slide up over the rim of Dad's
cockhead and close down behind it as he pushed against something inside of
me. I cried out and tried to push Dad back with my hands against his
shoulders as my feet pushed back on Dad's hipbones.

"Whoa, Son. Hold on. I'm about to pop your cherry. Once we get my cockhead
inside of you the pain will ease off and you'll be begging me to fuck your
hot little ass."

With that admonishment, Dad covered my mouth with his as he started
stroking my back and sides. I knew my Dad, and I knew that there was no
stopping him once he began something. One way or another, he WAS going to
get the job done! I whimpered as I sucked at Dad's tongue, and tried to
prepare myself, but when I felt Dad start to tighten up I panicked. Dad
just hooked his hands under my shoulders and held me in place with his
elbows against my sides.

I screamed into Dad's mouth as the pressure against my inner ring built and
built, hurting me worse and worse. Dad pulled his head back slightly and
said, "Trust me, Son. Trust me!"

Crying, I fearfully let go and felt the blunt head of Dad's cock breach the
wall inside of me. Screaming out loud into Dad's mouth, I arched backwards
as I experienced the first orgasm I'd ever felt from my insides.

Dad never slacked off but kept up the pressure and I felt his shaft slowly,
endlessly, smoothly gliding into me. By the time Dad ground his silky blond
pubes against my dreadfully spread ass lips, I was working my hips back
against him, screaming and begging for more. Daddy knew how to take care of
his boy and his cock never hurt me again.

Dad ground against my heated, snapping ass until the sweat was pouring off
of my body. Then he started, just hunching against my hard hole until I was
pounding on his back with my fists and heels as I begged him to fuck me, to
put out the fire he had started with his huge man cock. To douse the
conflagration inside of me with his manseed. Dad complied by grinning down
at me as he pulled my asshole inside out as he pulled back, and back, and
back until his hyper extended cockhead rippled through my outer rings and
left my naked asshole snapping at thin air.

Screaming a high-pitched war cry, I reached up and grabbed Dad's chin
between my sharp young teeth and bit down clear to the bone while pulling
at Dad with my hands and feet, leaving no question what my demand was. Dad
just barely touched my pulsing hole with his sensitive cockhead, as if
asking, "Is this what you want?". I screamed, "YES!!!!" through my clenched
teeth and Dad plunged deep inside of me.

I really wish I could describe how my Dad fucked me that first time, but
things got pretty fuzzy and run together. I can remember times when he was
stroking me long, slow and deep. I can remember times when he was pounding
my ass as hard and fast as he could. I can remember him being tender and
soft and loving. I can remember him being a demanding stallion unwilling to
put up with any nonsense from a snot-nosed boy. I remember. Cumming time
after time until my balls ached and I had no more to give --- only to begin
a series of even more powerful orgasms that started somewhere deep inside
of me and wracked my entire body with shocks and spasms of earth shattering
power. I remember begging my father to quit fucking me, that I just
couldn't take any more. I remember begging my father to fuck me harder and
to never stop. Mostly, I remember just trying to keep up with the mature
strength of my father and trying to be as good for him as he was being for
me. I remember the way Dad's teeth fastened to the muscle at the back of my
neck as he began hunching and slamming uncontrollably against me. I
remember holding on and working my ass against my father as he poured
dollop after dollop of searing hot cum into my churning guts. My father was
cumming inside me and all was perfect with the universe.

I vaguely remember trying to hold my asshole together to keep Dad's cum
from running down my legs as he helped me walk to the bathroom. I remember
Dad taking me into the shower and washing me down just like he did when I
was a little kid. I decided that I liked my Daddy washing me. I remember
Him sitting on the bench, rocking and holding me in his arms wrapped in a
big bath towel and sucking on my thumb. I remember climbing off of Daddy's
lap and pulling up the warm towel so I could sit down on his new
erection. I remember trying to fuck my father with my asshold as good as he
had fucked me with his cockpunch. I remember the wonderful warmth of Dad's
sperm leaking out of me and running down my legs as I helped my Dad into
the shower so I could bathe him.

Mom exclaimed when she saw the wound on Dad's chin and took him into the
bathroom to take care of him over his protests. She came out to where I was
sitting sleepily on one of the kitchen chairs and stroked my hair.

"Are you OK?" she asked in that knowing way mothers have.

"Sure!" I said defensively.

Mom just chuckled and kissed me on the lips. "You know. If you look
carefully at your fathers chin," she said, walking over to her stove, "you
can see the scars where I bit him the night he took MY virginity."



Note to editor: "nekid" is the intended misspelling of naked. "Asshold" the
the grip a boy gets on his father when he wants some serious fucking.


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