Date: Fri, 26 Jun 2020 15:03:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Danny Smith <danny26149@yahoo.com>
Subject: Traveling Salesman and the Farmer's Son, Part 2

The Traveling Salesman and the Farmer's Son

By Danny Smith


Part Two

When I finished telling Greg about Rasheed, his response was quick: "Hold
up there, Danny boy, you mean to tell me that he thinks it's okay to fuck
your own son? To make him go down on you?"

"Yes, except for the `make him' part. It's got to be something the son buys
into. In fact, and I'm taking a chance telling you this but we're buddies
right?"

"Always will be."

"Well, I hope this doesn't make you hate me or anything, but my Dad and
I...well we both kind of bought in to Rasheed's philosophy. We've
actually...well...we've done it with it each other."

To my surprise, Greg wasn't repulsed by what I'd just confessed. In fact,
he actually grinned, kind of dropped his jaw and opened his eyes wide in
surprise, and said "What?!! You mean your dad actually...and you...?"

"Listen, this is how it happened." I then told him about the gloryhole in
the men's restroom, and how I learned from Capt. Beiser how to please a man
with my mouth. How many service men I'd performed oral sex with over the
months and years. And how that one wonderful day when my dad was in the
stall next to me and, with both of us pretending not to know who was in the
other booth, he stuck it through and I nursed a load out of him.

"Didn't that make you feel...I don't know...let me start over. How did it
make you feel?"

"Dude, it was the most wonderful thing that ever happened. The idea of
Dad's essence flowing into my body, well it's difficult to describe, but
I've never felt closer to him. And then there was the time he fucked me."

"Whaaat!!? This is too fucking much to take in!

I went through the whole story about wanting a son and wanting to name it
after Dad. Then on that freezing cold December night when the electricity
went off and we had to snuggle up together in Dad's bed to keep warm. How
we pretended to both be asleep while Dad slipped his cock into my hole,
carefully fucked my ass, and creamed inside my body.

"And I'm telling you, Greg, it was almost too beautiful to comprehend. We
neither one talked about it after that, but we both knew. There was a bond
between us, unbreakable, solid, enduring. Lots of sons and fathers are
close, but Dad and I have a bond that's unlike any other I've ever
known. And you know what else? I don't know if the whole "essence" thing is
true or not, but when little Chuck was born he looked just like Dad. Still
does. And my other son Josh is just the same. I couldn't be more proud."

"So that means that you're going to do them?" I couldn't help but notice
that Greg was squirming in his seat, and not from being uncomfortable with
the topic. He was getting turned on.

"Not necessarily. Maybe someday, but like I said they've got to be willing,
they've got to give me some kind of sign. Maybe it will happen and maybe it
won't. But I sure hope it does."

"Well, let me think about this." There was a long pause and I didn't want
to disrupt his thoughts. He had to figure this out on his own. "Do you
think that maybe Alec and I....?"

Right at that moment we both heard a pickup in the distance. We glanced up
and saw Gregg's son, Alec, driving up.  Too fast, but after all he was a
kid and somewhat reckless.

He pulled up in front of the house, jumped out, and I almost fell out of my
seat. Alec McConnell was about the handsomest 16-year old I'd ever seen. He
didn't have his dad's red hair, his was much darker. Smoldering eyes. Thick
eyebrows. Tanned. Tall. Well-muscled. Athletic. Moved like the graceful
athlete that he was. I turned toward Greg and whispered, "Holy shit,
dude. I can see why you said he had lots of girlfriends!"

Greg beamed with pride but just said, "Yep."

And he was a charmer, too. He bounded up the steps to the front porch two
at a time, stuck out his hand to shake mine and said "You must be Danny
Smith."

"Guilty."

"I'm so glad to finally meet you. Dad's told me so much about you. Said
that you'd helped him out a lot when you two were in the Air Force
together."

"Well, yeah, but it was mutual. We both had a hand in helping each other."
I was afraid to look at Gregg or even make eye contact, afraid he would
wink or something, so I pretended that everything was on the up and up, and
there were no hidden meanings being thrown around. But then part of me
thought, `maybe not. Maybe that would be great.' Greg and I had talked
about me spending the night but hadn't discussed any sleeping
arrangements. I said a little prayer hoping that they didn't have a spare
bedroom. Or a couch.

We all had a wonderful afternoon talking on the front porch. When we talked
about Alec's job at the Tastee Freeze he proudly told us he was the best
employee there, and had customers actually ask for him by name.

"And I'll bet they're all girls!" I teased.

He reddened just a bit, but also said "actually, yes" and he said it with
some pride.

"I sure don't blame them. God you are a good-looking kid, Alec." I said
that with some warmth, and looked him straight in the eye when I said
it. He returned my gaze, smiled, and said "good genes, I guess. Dad's not a
bad-looking dude, don't you think?"

"I definitely do -- always have."

"That's what Dad told me. Well, one of the things. He told me some other
stuff, but I'm sure I don't know the half of it!"

The sun had long ago set so we finished our beers, and made our way
inside. Everyone was yawning and stretching so the talk turned to sleeping
arrangements. "Dan, the couch is really uncomfortable. Both Alec and I have
good sized beds, so let me suggest you bunk in with one of us."

Before I could say "either one suits me," Alec broke in with, "Dad I'd be
happy to have Mr. Smith sleep with me."

That's what I was really hoping for, so without trying to look overeager I
chimed in with, "Well, if it's not too much trouble, that would really be
wonderful."

Greg was okay with it too so the arrangements were all made. As we were
getting ready to settle in, Greg said "look if gets too frisky, tossing and
turning, just let me know."

I laughed and asked "Who are you talking about, Alec or me?"

His `joking' reply: "both of you!"

The game was on. With the bedroom door closed, Alec and I made our
preparations to bed down. I said "hope you don't mind but I usually sleep
naked."

"Me too." Just the answer I wanted to hear.

I tried to stay in shape and I could tell that Alec was checking out my
physique. I complemented him on his, saying "you must work out a lot."

"Yeah, I'm on the JV team and hope I can make senior varsity this fall."

"I'll bet you do -- you really look strong." I took a chance and lightly
touched his biceps, then his pecs. "Yeah, you are solid as a rock."

"You're built really great yourself sir." He repeated my moves and felt my
biceps, then my chest. "There's a big difference though. You have all that
cool hair on your chest. Sure I hope I end up as hairy as you." A
pause. "Do you think I will?"

With that he pulled down the sheet to show off his body, so I took the
invitation. "Let me check it out." I started a close inspection of the
man/boy lying in bed beside me. "Wow, look here, you're already sprouting
pretty good. You're very smooth here in the middle. But look at all the
hairs growing around your nipples."

Every time I named a part of his body I touched it. When I said `nipples' I
not only touched them, I stroked them. Just for a second, mind you, I
didn't want to spoil this by coming on too strong. "And look down here,"
reaching for his navel, "this is what they call a `treasure trail.' At your
age that's a pretty good sign that you'll hair up everywhere in the next
few years."

I sure hope so. I don't know why I like it but I do.

This was a good opening for me, so I decided to press on. "You know talking
about chest hair, reminds me of a guy I knew in the Air Force. Actually
knew him even before I joined up. His name was Roger Baker. God he was the
hairiest man I ever saw."

"Really? Tell me about him."

I describe Rasheed's body in loving detail: the shag carpet on his chest,
the loops and swirls of his dark, black, hair that grew long all over his
front, but longest and thickest right in the middle. "And then there were
his balls. That man had the lowest hangers I've ever seen. His sack hung
down a good two inches below the tip of his penis."

"No shit! That sounds hot." Then he added tentatively, "How did you know
that about his balls?"

Still too soon, so I finessed the question: "Oh I saw him changing clothes
a couple of times."

After a pause, Alec's next question came in a soft throaty whisper: "Why do
they call it a `treasure trail'?"

Lying there in the bed, listening to the sounds of the country around us, I
whispered in reply "Because it leads to the treasure." With that I pulled
down the sheet and exposed his cock. As I expected, it was fully hard. I
had almost forgotten what amazingly hard erections teen age boys can
have. It reached almost to his navel and was thick as a brick. Beautifully
circumcised, just like his dad was.

"You've got quite a treasure there," I whispered grabbing his cock with my
hand. "And these," I added, cupping his balls, "these are called the family
jewels."

"Oh, Mr. Smith..."

"Call me Dan."

"Oh, Dan, that feels so good. Don't stop."

"The hair on your balls tells me I was right. You really are going to
develop into a fine man. And you'll be hairy."

"Like Dad?"

"Well, just to be sure, let me take a closer look."

I bent my head down, kissed the tip of his cock, licked the shaft, opened
my mouth, and took it in. He made a sharp intake of breath -- he'd clearly
never had a blowjob before. But he knew what it was. Every teen boy does.

His sighs and soft moans were music to my ears. I wanted to play him like a
musical instrument. I engulfed the entire length of his rod, feeling it hit
the back of my throat, past my gag reflex, and deeper. I vowed to myself
that I would make his first blowjob one he would always remember.

I started in sucking his cock like the pro I am, all my motel experiences
coming back to me. I thought of every serviceman I'd ever gone down on,
thought of Alec's dad Greg that night in the men's room at the bar, thought
about my own son and said a little prayer that maybe someday...maybe
someday....

But that was in the distant and unforeseeable future. Alec's moans, getting
louder and louder, brought me back to reality. I knew I was having sex with
an underaged kid, with his father sleeping not 20 feet away. At least I
hoped he was sleeping. Regardless, based on our sex behind the barn, our
talk today, and all the hints he dropped, I felt like I had his dad's
permission. I brought Alec to the edge and over it. Trying to keep his
voice down he kept telling me "I'm gonna shoot, I'm gonna shoot."

I guess he thought he was warning me to pull off, but that only showed his
virginity and lack of experience. How could he know that cumming in my
mouth was the big payoff that I was looking for?

And then it happened: his scrotum was contracted so far up toward his body
I thought it might crush his balls. But they were fine, because with a
powerful, but subdued "oh my god," he began to shoot his sperm into my
eager mouth. And he shot. And he shot. It was like a garden hose and I was
trying to drink from it. His body had been shivering and jerking, almost
like the spasms in his cock were being amplified in his entire
body. Gradually the jerking subsided, and his cock slowly began to soften.

I used my tongue to start cleaning off the remains, but found out pretty
quickly he was one of those super-sensitive guys who can barely stand to
have their cock touched after they've shot. That was okay with me, because
I was a lot like that myself. I pulled off completely, laid back in bed and
savored the last few drops of boy juice as they trickled down my throat.

He continued to calm down and I began to stroke him gently. I started with
his chest, playing carefully with his nipples, not wanting to cause him any
unnecessary sensations, but definitely having fun pulling on the long hairs
that surrounded it. I touched his now soft cock, played with his cock hair,
and massaged his balls, again gently. I wanted him to be completely
satisfied.

I half expected him to roll over and fall asleep but in a few minutes he
perked up, recharged, and wanting to talk. "I'm glad you think I'm going to
be hairy someday."

"Well, I do, but you know there's a way to help that along."

"Really! How?"

"Well, there's this theory that if you take the cum of another man who's
hairy himself, his DNA sort of merges with yours and you get a little bit
of his attributes." That was a half-baked bastardization of the deeply held
beliefs of Rasheed and all the men of his tribe, but it got the ball
rolling on what I wanted to do next.

"You're hairy, Dan. You mean if I had your cum inside me it would help me
to get hairy too?"

I stretched the truth a little...a lot...and said "sure. I've seen some
proof of that along the way."

"For sure?"

"Remember me describing Rasheed?"

"You mean that you...that he...?"

To be continued