Date: Mon, 29 Jun 2020 18:06:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Danny Smith Subject: Traveling Salesman and Farmer's Son, Part 4 The Traveling Salesman and the Farmer's Son By Danny Smith Part Four I quickly pushed Greg back out of the way, at the same time shushing him. I glanced over my shoulder at Alec. He wasn't looking in this direction, and I don't think he saw his dad. We walked across the living room to Greg's bedroom to talk. "Danny I'm sorry I didn't want to intrude, but it just sounded so damn hot." "It was! How long were you listening?" "I don't know, 10-15 minutes maybe. I don't think I heard it all. You guys were pretty much into it when I started listening. What all did you do?" "I gave him a blowjob, then popped his cherry..." "Damn I wish that could have been me," he interrupted. "...then when he shot -- handsfree by the way, while I fucked him -- he still seemed into it, so I taught him how to snowball." "Did he like it? Was it his idea?" "He liked every bit of it. And yes it was his idea." "Oh Dan, this is just too much. You've broken him in all right, but you've probably worn him out." "No, you're wrong. He's got more stamina than a stud horse. I brought up the idea of you and him doing it. He's 100% on board. Wants to do it. Tonight." Up until then Greg had been talking fast, falling all over himself to learn everything and get it all said. But my last statement shocked him into silence. "Seriously?" "I'm not making it up. And I wouldn't kid you about something like this." "What should I do?" "Greg, you need to ask yourself two questions: first, does Alec want it, and second do you want it. I've already answered the first question. He wants it. Bad. Do you? And be careful how you answer because once you start down that path there's really no way to undo it." He paused, not just thinking but more like brooding. He sat down on the edge of the bed. "Danny what do you think I should do?" "Look, I can't tell you that. It depends on what's in your heart. I can only tell you this: having sex with my Dad was the greatest thing that ever happened to our relationship. We bonded, and not just in a sexual way. In every way. He and I became closer after we did it than we ever had been before. I've never regretted it." "Let me ask you this -- what if it was your son?" "Well, Josh is too young so he doesn't count. But with Chuck, it's the old story. The real question is does he want it? Would he be receptive to it? I'm willing to `set the stage' so to speak, but he has to be the one to make the decision. But I'll tell you this -- I sure as hell hope he does." "And you're telling me, that Alec wants this?" "You know I told you that. Yes. And here's one last piece of advice. This chance may not come again." He was thoughtful for a minute, then looked me in the eye and said softly "I'll do it. I want to do it." "Okay, get back in bed and I'll send him in. If he walks in and you're standing up it might look a little aggressive. You want to be inviting, not intimidating." Greg did as I told him. It was kind of funny in a poignant way, that he glanced in his dresser mirror for a second and ran his fingers through his hair to straighten it out. He wanted to look good for his son. As I opened the door to Alec's bedroom I was half afraid he might be asleep, but no way. The kid was clearly too hopped up on adrenaline and lust to drift off. When he heard me he looked up, eager and expectant. His expression was sweet and full of hope. I knew this was going to be a good night for both of them in every way. "So...?" "It's just like I told you. He's just as eager as you are, maybe more." "Oh, Jesus, Dan I can't believe this is really going to happen." "It's happening because you both want it to happen. Now go on...he's waiting for you." Alec got out of bed and walked firmly across the living room. I watched him as he reached his dad's bedroom door. He paused for just a moment to look back at me and smile. I nodded my head and said a silent blessing on them. He opened the door, went in, and closed it behind him. Knowing my night's work was done, I want back to bed myself and drifted off to sleep -- after jacking off while I thought about how well the evening had gone. The next morning I woke up with the sun in my eyes. It took me a minute to remember where I was since the bed wasn't familiar to me and I knew I wasn't in a hotel room. Oh yeah, I thought, I'm at Greg's farmhouse and sleeping in his son's bed. And Alec is...with his dad! I heard noises in the kitchen and knew that someone else was up so I put on my clothes and went out to join them. Turns out it was just Greg. He was getting out eggs for breakfast and already had a pot of coffee going. He saw me and grinned. Without words I kind of signaled to him "how did it go?" He pantomimed back indicating that we should go out on the porch. "I forget how you like coffee." "Black," I answered. He handed me a cup, I filled it and we both went out to porch and sat down in the chairs. "So how did it go?" I repeated. "Dan, I'll say this, when you're right you're right. What a fucking hell of a night." "Details, man, details! No, wait, you tell it your way, as much or as little as you want. It's private and I won't pry. But I do want to know." Greg was in great mood. Smiling. Relaxed. He was wearing underwear but no shirt. The shorts fit him kind of loose and I could see the tip of his cock and part of his balls peeking out. Made my mouth water. He started in: "Well, when he came in I held up the sheet for him to slide in beside me." My thoughts went racing back to my own initiation into incest. My Dad had done the same thing with me that night we slept together. That image will stay with me always. "When he crawled into bed we kind of snuggled up together for a minute and started feeling each other up. Mainly played with each other's cocks at first. He was feeling me up pretty good, and then started running his fingers through my chest hair. Then he started sucking on one of my nipples. He really seemed to like that." "Yeah he's got a thing about being hairy. Wants to look like you someday." I reached over and playfully ruffled the thick carpet on Greg's chest. "I can see why he's fascinated. Not many redheads have a wall-to-wall carpet on their chests like you do." "Yeah, I guess so," he chuckled. Anyway, I was hotter than a $2.00 pistol by then and really wanted to get going. I went down on him and sucked his wiener for a long time. He was really getting into it, when he said, "Dad, I want to suck you too." So I told him about how to 69 and he was all for it. You know you told me that sex would bring us closer and damn if you weren't right. I've never felt that intimate with anyone before, not even my ex-wife." "Was he any good?" Greg looked at me, gave me a rueful smile, and shook his head. "No, that was the one disappointment all night. He was all teeth." "Don't worry about that a second, you know it's just a matter of learning the right technique. He'll get better in no time." "I know, but I didn't want to spend a lot of time teaching right then. I just let it go and told him to try and time it so they we both shot at the same time." "And did you." Another rueful smile and a reluctant shake of the head. "No, but this time that was my fault. I was so damn hot I couldn't control myself. Tried to hold back, but damn the intense feelings, well, they just got the better of me. And it was the damndest thing. For a first time cocksucker he sure wanted to swallow it! I shoot a pretty good-sized load as you know but that kid swallowed every fucking drop like a trooper. Seemed to keep wanting more too." "This is just awesome to hear, Greg." "And good God, you taught him some stuff! When he shot in my mouth, you know what that little rascal said? He said, `Dad, do you want to snowball'! Did you guys actually snowball?" "Sure did!" I grinned. "But I sure learned something about him I didn't know. I know he's been jacking off for a couple of years now, of course, what teen aged boy doesn't? I've been tempted to try and catch him in the act sometime. But I never had any idea that he trembled like that when he climaxed." "I noticed that too, loved it. I assumed it meant he was enjoying it big time." "For sure, that's what it means. But truthfully at first I thought he was having a seizure! Like he had epilepsy or something." "No, I've seen other guys that do that when they shoot. But not many. Anyway, was there an encore?" "Oh, yeah. We switched to lying side by side again, and kept feeling each other up. Sort of lost in the afterglow, if you know what I mean." "I do." "So after a few minutes, he was feeling pretty close to me, and I was too, to him. Danny, he said it real soft, but he said it. He said, `I love you Dad'." "Oh wow," I whispered. "So of course I said `I love you too son. More than..." Greg stopped for a minute and I didn't want to press him. He never finished that sentence. "After a few minutes I said `I'd really like to fuck you.' And you know what that son of a gun said? He said `doggie style or missionary?'" Greg was laughing as he said it, thank goodness. "You guys must have really gone at it!" "Oh yeah. I told you I busted his cherry. But what was it like for you?" "I'm actually glad you popped it. It meant he knew what was coming, plus you loosened him up a little so it wasn't as painful for him when I did it." "Good." "I told him whichever position he wanted was what I wanted. He said either was okay as long as it was bareback. Damn, Danny, you didn't miss a trick did you?" I laughed and said, "well, I may have one or two tricks left up my sleeve." "So anyway, he said he wanted it missionary because he wanted to watch my face as I shot him full of my `essence'. So I see you gave him some of that Hindu mumbo jumbo." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, Greg you've got it wrong. First off, Rasheed isn't a Hindu, but more importantly it's not mumbo jumbo. Sure it's not scientific, Rasheed's a smart guy and his whole tribe knows that. But that doesn't mean it isn't `true' in a bigger sense. On an emotional level it's deeply true. At least in a spiritual way. At least it is to me." "No offense, buddy, I'm happy with it believe me. Don't know if I can buy into it all the way, but it sure worked for me." "Worked for Alec too. Speak of the devil I think he's awake at last." I had heard noises in the kitchen, and sure enough Alec was there pouring himself a cup of coffee. He opened the screen door and stepped out on the porch, wearing a t-shirt. That's it. No pants, no shorts. His beautiful, gorgeous, man-size cock was soft for now, swaying back and forth a little as he walked over to us. He didn't sit down right away even though there was another chair. Instead he walked over to stand beside his dad. He looked happy and contented, completely relaxed that he was naked from the waist down in front of two grown men. I teased him a little, and said "Your dad tells me you about wore him out last night!" He grinned. "Did I? All I know is, it was fun!" As he spoke, he leaned over his dad's chair and started playfully ruffling the hair on his chest. In response Greg reached over and gentle fondled his son's cock, cupping his balls in his farm-calloused hand. It did my heart good to see such easy intimacy between them. "This is the way it's supposed to be," I thought to myself, "a father and son relaxed with each other's bodies, knowing that they had a sex bond between them that very few others have ever experienced. I started thinking about my own sons and, as I had one so many times before, said a quick prayer that someday we could share the joy of incest just the way these two had done last night. And were apparently getting ready to do again! Alec's soft cock was stiffening up, just as his dad's was. Greg made a small movement toward his son's cock, opening his mouth just slightly, but then hesitated. I sort of sensed that they'd rather keep this moment private. And it was time for me to leave anyway. I had more appointments that day and wanted to get back home soon. "Well, my friends, my work here is done. I need to be getting on my way." After a few obligatory phrases like "don't rush off," and "sure you can't stay for breakfast," I insisted and started fishing for my car keys. "I thank you so much for your hospitality, both of you. Thanks...for everything." Greg grabbed my hand and said "Buddy it's me that ought to be thanking you. I mean it." Then instead of continuing to shake my hand he gave me a huge bear hug (and I mean `bear' in every sense of the word) and whispered in my ear "I really mean it Danny. This means more to me than you can ever know." I whispered back, "Greg I'm so happy for you both. And believe me when I say, old buddy, it was my pleasure." He chuckled and next it was his son's turn. No attempt to shake hands first, he went straight to an embrace. His words to me "Danny, last night was the best thing that ever happened to me. And you made it all possible." I responded with "Alec, you're a good boy. And a good son. It's great to see how you both love each other. Take care of yourself." I hopped in the car and started driving down the dirt road to the main highway. In my rearview mirror I caught one last glimpse of them, arms around each other's shoulders, walking back into the farmhouse. And into their new life together. The end. 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