Date: Sun, 3 Apr 2011 12:09:22 -0700 (PDT) From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR Subject: Teddy's Discovery Chapter 7: Getting Home Early This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all characters is entirely a figment of the author's imagination. For those of you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving at this time. This story may contain scenes of a graphic nature between father and his sons, or under age boys and adult males, which may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. 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If Uncle Don was already drinking, and that was a given, there's no telling what he might say in front of Dad. As I drove up, though, everything was quiet and Mom's car was gone. So, I parked and walked through the three pastures to find that the loft was all done and all signs of Uncle Don were gone. Phew..... With no one home, I stripped down in my bedroom and padded into the bathroom for a shower. After I realized tonight was mom's bowling night and that I didn't have to worry about a run-in with Uncle Don, I took a long relaxing shower and just tied the towel around my waist afterward. Two steps into the hallway, I noticed my parents' door mostly shut...but, not all the way. Knowing it wasn't mom in there, I moved quietly to the door and looked inside. Ohhhhhhhhh man...Dad was laying on his back in just his white undershit, a pair of briefs lay on the bed beside him. One arm was thrown back on the pillow above his head with a thick patch of body hair exploding from his armpit, while the other laid at his waist with his hand bunching his t-shirt up from his bellybutton revealing the dark silky hair that fanned across his stomach. His legs, coated thickly with that same silky fur, splayed wide with one knee cocked high to the side. And, at the center of it all, that long generous cock laying heavily over his oversized balls and seeming to thrust outward from the dense forest of his crotch. I didn't even breathe for a minute! I'd pushed the door open and if he opened his eyes, he'd catch me standing there staring. When it'd been a while and he hadn't stirred, though, I took in more of him while I had the opportunity to do it freely. With his head turned to the side, his jaw stood out like it'd been hacked out of rock...and the five o'clock shadow bristling over the strong masculine lines of it made me wonder with a shiver what it would feel like against my skin. I noticed how the inky hair on his legs thinned out at the top of his thighs only to burst out around his cock and balls so thick I couldn't see any of his skin underneath. Suddenly, I found myself two feet from the edge of the bed at his waist without even realizing I'd moved. Breathing deep, but shallow...I didn't know what to do. I wanted to do ALOT! But, something told me it would forever change things in a way I didn't want if I did any of them. Though my hand was reaching forward with a mind of its own anyway. Suddenly, I had to pull it back whether I wanted to or not as Dad stretched and yawned...eyes fluttering open to look up at me. "Teddy," he said sleepily, "I know what'cher doin.'" Ohhhhhh shit......... He yawned again, "N,' I appreciate it." What???! "But, y' don't have t' worry 'bout wakin' me up...I know we gotta get somethin' goin' for dinner." Phewwwwwww ! He looked at me with one eye closed, "Now, champ, what's that look for?" He grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the bed, rolling on top of me. "You think I'd let you go hungry?!" he asked, grinning and now wide awake. He held my arms down, pressed his face into the skin of my neck, and blew. I'd always loved that as a little kid, and it still tickled which set me off into a fit of laughter. He pulled his face back and said, "I was thinkin' maybe we'd order pizza from that new place over in Bandera. I just heard they deliver all the way out here for just a few bucks more. What'cha think, chief?" Fuck, all I could think about was his fat sausage pressed into my leg. When Dad pulled me onto the bed, my towel had slipped off in the tussle. My hard-on that'd eased off when Dad woke, was now poking him firmly in his own thigh. "Pizza sounds good, Dad." I laid there looking up at him, willing my dick to hold still and NOT flex against him. He just looked at me for a few seconds before I felt his cock thicken and flex against me! He rolled off to lay beside me, grabbing his briefs and laying them half over his crotch. Staring up at the ceiling, he asked. "Well, okay then, what'cha want on it?" His briefs covered the ball opposite me and barely half his substantial slab of meat. So, it wasn't the ceiling I was staring at as I tried to answer. "Meat lover kinda thing, I guess. Extra cheese, mushrooms...I dunno really. What sounds good to you?" His cock jerked and arched across his thigh, "That sounds good t' me, son." God, I wanted to reach across and wrap my hand around that beauty of an adult cock! "I'm not quite ready t' get up yet, though. You're uncle n' me got to the work on the loft early. It's all done, but I'm beat, boy." He raised his arms and laced his fingers before settling them behind his head. I watched in fascination as his fat cock slowly slipped back down his thigh toward his balls. He jerked his head in my direction with a questioning look on his face..."Something on your mind, son?" I had to think fast! "Um, yeah...crappy algebra..." At least I wasn't lying...I was not having an easy time at school in that subject. "Well," he raised himself up and swung his legs off the side of the bed, "lemme jump in the shower. After that, I'll order the pizza and then come see if I can help with your homework while we wait." Striding into the room and wrapped in a towel twenty minutes later, Dad asked with enthusiasm, "Alright...what've we got?" I actually HAD started my algebra homework after changing into shorts, leaving the problems I couldn't finish till he arrived. I needed to get my mind off the picture in my head of him laying in bed naked from the waist down. "Well, I did all the one's I could figure out," I said as he came to stand next to me. "Okay, well, let's see...what...we've......got......here......" he said, crossing his feet at his ankles and bracing a hand on my desk to lean over and look closely at my textbook and sheet of paper. In that position, his towel opened at the hip and gave me an unobstructed view inside. His solid cock and hefty balls spilling heavily out of the dense explosion of nearly black crotch hair...making it damned hard for me to think about anything else. "Okay, so you're havin' trouble with this one. Let's see how far you got..." He adjusted his position to where his hip was against the back of my chair and my shoulder was against his thigh only inches from his fat damp cock. "Hmmmm," he continued after looking at my work, "what goes through your mind when you look at this here?" Man, he didn't want to know what I was thinking about right then??!! "Well," I responded, leaning my shoulder closer into his crotch while trying to seem completely innocent about it, "there's too many x's, y's, and z's for me t' get it straightened out!" "So, what're we tryin' t' do here, son" "Figure out what "x" equals." "Okay," he leaned in closer, his cock and one ball pressing firmly into my shoulder and arm, "we need to get the "x" stuff on one side of the equal-sign and everything else on the other, right?" "Uhhhmm, yeah, I suppose....." I responded, only because I thought that was the right answer to give. To tell the truth, I couldn't think about anything but that thick cock pressed against my arm! "Okay, so let's.............." I heard nothing else, everything from that point on was a blur. Oh, I answered questions and wrote down what I was supposed to...I mean, I could still function enough to do that. But man, having my handsome father's meaty cock against my arm and shoulder as he talked and shifted his weight was making it too damned hard to think. I was leaning into him, wanting to dive onto his thick adult fuck- tool...but, I settled for just massaging it with my shoulder whenever I had any kind of excuse to jostle his package around. Shortly, his cock grew to almost fully hard...standing out at a forty-five degree angle from his hairy crotch. I pretended not to notice as he never acknowledged or did anything about it. Then, the doorbell rang. "Must be the pizza...need t' grab my wallet, son," he said as he took off out of my room. I sat there with my own dick hard as a rock, slowly coming down from the storm of teenage hormones rushing through me. Dad was taking a while, so I went to take a look and peeked around the corner of the hall into the living room toward the front door. No big deal. Dad was just talking to the young man that drove the pizza over. Wait....or, was he! The pizza boy kept looking down at Dad's crotch as he stood there leaning against the doorframe balancing the pizza box on the opposite arm. Dad kept looking down into his own crotch, too! I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could see them both chuckling quite a bit. WAIT!! The pizza boy wasn't just looking! His hand was inside Dad's towel and I could see his arm moving slowly back and forth! I WANTED TO BE THE ONE WITH MY HAND AROUND MY DAD'S COCK!! The pizza guy fell to his knees as Dad dropped his head back and shoved his hips forward! That changed the angle so I got a clear view of the young sandy-haired delivery boy stretching his lips over my father's swollen meat! That fucking bastard! That was MY dad, for fuck's sake! Even though I was pissed and frustrated as all hell, I dropped my hand down to my own dick as I watched my father's cock being slobbered over by another guy. Dad reached down with his free hand and grabbed the back of the guy's head and held him in place as he shoved his cock all the way down his throat. As he held it there, the guy reached up and grabbed Dad's legs as the pizza boy's body started jerking around. The guy fell back gasping when Dad finally let him go. He was smiling from ear to ear though, and stood up squeezing the obvious boner in his own pants. He wiped his mouth and looked over his shoulder, saying some- thing I still couldn't hear to Dad. Then, he bent over and swallowed my father's cock once more before turning and trotting back to his car. I headed back to my bedroom, hoping my cock would go down before Dad called me for dinner. I hadn't had much time before Dad called and said it was ready to eat. During dinner, Dad asked me if I knew a guy from a couple towns over named Andy...a few years a head of me and in his first year of college. Dad said he'd been the delivery boy. No, I told him I didn't know the guy. The ROTTEN BASTARD THAT GOT YOUR COCK DOWN HIS THROAT! After dinner I wanted to watch a sitcom and Dad wanted to hit the news. As we put the plates away, we began arguing jokingly over who was going to win. Suddenly, he chased me into the living room and tackled me in the floor, pulling my short off in the process. "Hey, it needs t' be an even match here afterall!" he laughed. Just then I realized his towel had dropped off on the way from the kitchen. As we wrestled, it wasn't long before we were both sweaty from the playful exertion and throwing hard rods....his stabbing and pressing into my belly, back, arms, and legs while mine did the same to him. He got me on my side and grabbed for my ass. His hand slid inside my sweat-slick crack just before he shoved a thick finger up in there! "Since, I gotcha in the ol' "bowlin' ball" hold, I'd say that means we watch what I want!!" he laughed. My body jerked as a groan spilled out of my mouth while my jaw dropped. When my eyes focused, I saw his long solid hard cock pointing at my face. His knees were spread wide on the floor as he leaned over me. Without thinking, I swooped down on it and took it as far into my mouth as it could go without pushing into my throat...still leaving over half that bull-meat outside of my lips. The girth of it flattened my tongue against the floor of my mouth. As wide and fat as Dad's crotch-monster looked, it felt twice that as it forced my jaw to its limits Then, I clamped my teeth down a bit to keep up the appearance of doing it in the name of "wrestling" and getting to pick the TV program. I couldn't help swiping my tongue back and forth against it some, though. GOD, it felt sooooooo damned good filling my mouth We stayed like that for only a few seconds, breathing hard...me working my mouth subtly on his cock as he twisted his finger ever so gently up inside my spasming hole. "Um....well...." he said in a gravelly breathless voice,"ummm, I'd have t' say you got a more dangerous hold on me here, so it's your choice for what channel the TV goes on t'nite." He slowly pulled his finger out of my teenage ass and dragged his fat meat out of my disappointed mouth. "I'll jus' read till your mom gets home," his voice a little shakey, "but, you should prob'ly hit the hay before too long." "Yeah, you're right. I should prob'ly go ahead n' turn in." I answered as we both stood. "Well," Dad pulled me against his naked body, pressing his softening cock into my lower belly, "sleep tight, son." "You, too, Dad." I said back as I made my way down the hallway. As I stripped and climbed into bed, I could hear the ice clinking into a glass and knew Dad was probably pouring himself a drink. Hell, I could sure as hell use one myself right about now! Soon I dozed off, though, and relaxed into a deep sleep. Sometime later, I awoke to a tinkling sound in my room. Without moving, I opened my eyes to find my dad sitting in my desk chair...facing me...glass in hand...with nothing on...looking over at me from his place in the dark of the room. The light from my blinds striped across him making him look even more dark and intense. The sheets were off me from my knees up, one arm was dropped off the bed to lay on the floor, and my head was right at the edge as I laid there on my stomach. He reached down and lightly stoked the underside of his cock. The movement drawing my eyes to the hard cock jutting out from his body. My mouth watered as I watched in silence, doing my best to keep my breathing even. I laid as still as I could, though my own hardening dick was bent double underneath me. He got up and pushed my chair back to my desk, then walked silently to my door. There, he stopped though, and stood there for what seemed to me like forever! He leaned his head against his forearm on the doorframe, before straightening and downing the last of his drink. He stepped out of my room, making me almost cry with disap- pointment, and then I heard his glass being set on the bathroom counter. I reached down quickly and shoved my hard dick down between my legs since I couldn't stand it being bent in half any longer. Then, I tried to lay my arm back on the floor in exactly the same position it'd been in before just in case he might come back I heard a cabinet door close softly before Dad quietly slipped into my room again. He came right up to my bedside this time, and got down on one knee. Gently, he brushed his hand over my backside...then, again... and then again, but with his hand actually making full contact. I loved the feeling...so warm and affectionate...and hated it when his hand left my skin. A second later it was back, though, but slippery and cool this time. His fingers slipped inside my crack, and I felt something being applied inside. As he stoked my butt, it began to feel more and more moist and slippery. Then, I felt a blunt finger at my hole. I wanted soooo badly to raise up onto that finger and stuff it inside!! But, I kept up my act of being asleep and let Dad go at his own speed. His finger slipped in to one knuckle, and then back out again. He did this repeatedly, teasing me and my ass until I was climbing the walls inside! Didn't he know what he was doing to me??!! Then, he stuffed that long wide finger all the way in me...each knuckle setting my ass more on fire as each one opened my butthole further. I tilted my head enough that I could look at him, and almost groaned out loud at seening his big fist stroking his long swollen cock. He must've had the same slippery stuff on it that he used on my ass, because his cock was shiny and his hand slid smoothly across it. Once he had his finger buried all the way inside me, his hand began moving faster over the solid length of his cock and a low quiet groan escaped his chest. He began moving his thick finger in and out of my hole, quiet slurping sounds coming from the action. I watched in fascination and heat as he stroked his slick cock...wishing I could do the same! He pulled his finger from my ass and left the room again, though. I didn't have much time to wonder if he'd come back or just beat off in the bathroom. He came right back in with a towel or washcloth or something, roughly rubbing it over his big cock. He knelt at the side of my bed again, but this time near my head. He leaned over and moved his hand to my ass, slipping that tortorous finger back up inside me. With the other hand, though, he guided his cock to my lips! Pretending to stay asleep, I let him gently force my lips open with the head of substantial daddy meat. As it had earlier that night, it forced my jaw as wide as it could go. I waited a few seconds...frustrating seconds...before I clamped my lip muscles down and lashed my tongue over the fat spongy head my father's cock. I sucked with a fury and swept my tongue against the wide head in every direction I could think of! He groaned quietly, sounding almost pained as he leaned further over my bed. He slowed moving his thick finger inside me as another slick hand reached down to my balls. "Oh, yes," quietly slipped out of his mouth as his hand came in contact with my hard cock. I had to raise my hips some as his big work-roughened paw wrapped around my teenage meat and began to stroke in the same rhythm as his thick finger plowed into my ass. As he stoked my ass and my dick, he began moving his own rigid cock as much in and out of my mouth...as much as he could in that position, anyway. His massaging of my young ass and dick was bringing me to the edge, when his actions increased. The fat head of his cock, along with the inch or so more of his shaft, began jabbing into my mouth roughly while his hand gripped my dick tighter and jerked it demandingly. At the same time, the finger inside me was joined by another and began stroking the inside walls of my fifteen year old ass as they plunged deeply inside! I don't think either of us realized I'd wrapped my arm around his thigh, because I was holding onto his leg with a death grip when the first volley of cum hit the back of my throat and he tried to pull away. Once I felt the force of it slam against the inside of my mouth and the sweet salty taste of the first jets, I began to lose it myself. As load after load of his cum splattered and filled my mouth, my own spewed out of my cock...all over his hand...and onto the sheets of my bed! I sucked desperately! Lost in the sensations ripping through my body, I forgot all about feigning sleep. I sucked like a madman, slurping and suctioning to get every drop of my father's thick tasty cum. I didn't want to leave even a trace of that milky syrup still inside him. I wanted it ALL!! Finally, he dislodged himself from my grip and stumbled back- ward onto his feet. "Oh jesus...oh jesus...oh jesus..." he whispered breathlessly as he reached down and fisted his cock a few times and ran his other hand through his hair. "Aw, hell," he muttered pulling the hand from his hair with the realization he'd just just slicked my cum through it. He dropped both hands to his sides and looked down at me while his breath began becoming more even and normal. Suddenly, as if realizing the mess that was now on me and my bed, he began searching on the floor for the cloth he'd brought earlier to clean his cock off for my mouth. He found it and dropped to his knees at my face. "Fuck..." he said, gently wiping my chin and mouth before moving down to try and mop up what he could of the mess of my load on the sheet underneath me. Satisfied he'd gotten what he could, he sat back on his heels. I could feel him looking at me even with my eyes closed tightly. "Gotta get this under control..." he whispered so low I almost couldn't make out what he said. "My own son..." he muttered, as he pulled the sheet part way over me. He stopped, though, and slid his hand back into the slick cleft of my boy-butt. He stayed there a bit, and then slid a finger back inside my tight hole. "God..." he groaned, removing his finger from my insides and pulling the sheet up to my waist, "such a handsome sweet boy..." A hand came up to lightly stroke the back of my hair before he sighed deeply and left my room. I wrapped my arms around my pillow, pulling it tightly against me...drifted in the feeling of the cum-soaked sheets against my thighs, the slick wet feeling between the cheeks of my ass, the raw feeling of my hole, and the taste of his thick cum coating the inside of my mouth...wondering how our camping trip this weekend was going to turn out.