Date: Thu, 30 Jun 2011 15:10:15 -0700 (PDT) From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 3. Bull Dad 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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He wasn't happy and had begun drinking more heavily than usual. What used to be only a few beers each day of the weekend had become more than that every night. I'd asked Mom about getting a car since I'd turned sixteen a few months before. Her answer had been to talk to Dad about it, exactly what I'd been hoping to avoid. Dad had been strict with me for as long as I could remember. Everything was about me learning to be a man. So, I knew this wasn't going to go easily. Dad was a big man. His father had been from Germany, while his mother had been from Italy. About 6'1", 280 pounds, prematurely bal- ding with only a closely cropped ring of sandy brown hair from his temples back. His face was full and strong with a constant dark red-tinted tan from being outdoor all day. His closely trimmed auburn beard only added to the rugged look of his weathered face. Heavy reddish eyebrows sat above small eyes made even smaller from squinting in the sun every day. His eyes themselves were pale green and framed in long dark red lashes. In times past, they'd always seemed to glint with humor. These days, they seemed to be constantly sullen and sad. I never knew Dad to look anything but how he looked now and he'd always reminded me of a big brown bull. Everything about him was big from his head to his feet. His arms and legs seemed way too large for his torso giving him kind of a gorilla appearance, and both were huge from climbing and working on powerlines all day. I remember looking in fascination at my shoes next to his size fifteen workboots, mine looking like baby shoes in comparison. Even as a little kid, I'd also been fascinated by his huge hands with their long sausage fingers. The muscles in them would ripple beside the bulging veins as he worked, gestured, or ate. His neck was the same size as his head, or at least seemed to be to me. His upper arms looked about the same size as my thighs, while his forearms were clearly even bigger than my calves. A barrel chest flowed into a barrel stomach above tree-trunk legs. I wanted legs like that. In shorts, those legs looked like those of a powerlifter though Dad never went to a gym. Actually, I wanted to look just like Dad in every way when I grew up. He wasn't fat and he wasn't muscle bound, he was just big and hard. I doubted anyone would start a fight with the bulldozer of a man. Mom struggled with finding clothes for him just as the company he worked for had a hard time getting uniforms that would fit. My admiration and idolization of Dad had turned into a sexual crush a couple years ago because of that navy blue uniform and how it fit him. To the left of his zipper and down the pants leg was something that looked like a long softball. I was going to the stairs one morning the first time I saw it. Nothing was visible as he crossed the balcony.As he came down from the other direction, though, the crotch of his pants rode higher and higher. Everything slid to the left and stayed there. I wondered if Dad wore boxers or had nothing on under his pants. Later, I found out it was boxers. When Dad got home from work, we'd eat almost right away. Afterward. he would shower and change in shorts or sweats and a t-shirt. Lately, however, he'd been coming back downstairs in only his robe or boxers. Tonite, he'd just left the towel knotted at his waist before heading down into the basement to watch TV. The basement was his project room and "club" room. It had his tools and worktable, a recycled sofa and recliner that'd once been in the living room, a TV, and a mini-fridge stocked with beer. I waited until almost my bedtime before I'd worked up the courage to head down and ask about a car. He'd been so angry and kind of depressed lately, I knew this conversation was probably going to be met with even more lecturing than usual. He was crashed back on the couch with a football comedy on the TV, and on his sixth beer from the look of things. A raised questioning eyebrow and severe gaze met me as I walked into the room. If the stern look wasn't enough to almost make me forget why I was there, the sight of his mostly naked body sure was. He looked like a mountain of smooth solid muscle laying there. His chest stomach, forearms, and legs were a carpet of red-brown bristly hair. As my dick swelled, I wished I'd worn more than just boxers and a t-shirt down. "What bring you down here, son?" He asked, almost seeming to dare me to tell him I was interupting his quiet time with something insignificant. "Well, Mom said I should ask you about..." He interrupted me impatiently. "None of this 'Mom said' crap What'd you come down t' ask me?" "Well.....I wanna get a car..." I started, timidly. "You wanna car, or you wamt ME t' get you a car?" He asked, gruffly, slurring a bit as he spoke. "I hadn't really thought that far, I just wanted t' see what you thought." "Okay, here's what I think," He put his hands behind his head. "I think you're gonna get a job after school. I think I'm willin' t' match every dollar you save. And, I think we'll get you a car once you've worked for it and have saved enough." Then, he launched into a lecture about earning what you want, waiting until you have the money, settling for what you can afford, and steer- ing away from credit. Part way through, his eyes started drifting closed and his slurred words slowed. Soon, his talking was replaced by a soft snoring. As I got up to leave he shifted on the couch and cocked one leg to the side. The change in position left the towel opened up in the middle, revealing two lemon-sized balls inside a sack covered in a tangled nest of dark red hair and the very fat head of a very thick cock. I discovered that, unlike mine, Dad's cock was uncut. A layer of veiny skin laid snugly over the bottom half inch of the two inch length of the hefty head. I froze. In all the years we'd lived in the same house, I'd never seen Dad without his crotch covered. The sight of my father's exposed balls and cock for the first time left me dry-mouthed and holding my breath. I reached inside my shorts and tugged at my hardened dick. I wanted to touch it, but was too scared. I hurried up the stairs, looking back once to take a mental picture to beat off to once I reached my room. I came into the kitchen from the stairs, then through the living room and up the stairs to the second floor where all the bedrooms were. My dick getting harder and harder along the way. Once inside my room, I stripped and layed down on my bed. I began to beat off, but couldn't stop thinking about my dad sleeping almost naked such a short distance away. I began considering the fact that this opportunity might never come again. I made a risky decision, pulled on just my boxers and headed back down to the basement. I noticed the light was now off as I descended the basement stairs. At the bottom, I found the room lit only by the television. Dad was laying in much the same postion, only the towel was tossed over the arm of the sofa at his feet. Without the towel, I could see his entire cock. It was longer than it'd looked when the towel had covered the upper half of it. Soft, it was about eight inches long and draping over his balls heftily. The length took second place to its width, though. Like the rest of his body, its bulk was thick and looked heavily muscled. Thick veins trailed and crossed up the shaft. The overall look of it was that of a shaved forearm on a bodybuilder. On anyone else, it would have looked grossly oversized. On Dad's thick muscular body, though, it looked perfectly proportioned. I pulled my own dick out through my fly and stroked it as I looked down at my massivly hung father's sleeping physique. Then, I put my dick away and quietly said, "Dad?" Nothing. I stepped forward and lightly touched his arm as I again asked, "Dad?" Still nothing. I lightly ran my palm over that beautiful forest of curly hair coating his chest. My hand grazed the tip of one nipple, making his cock thicken and twitch as his balls rolled slightly inside their furry sack. I pulled my hand back and hurried to the other side of the room behind the sofa, waiting to see if his body's reaction signaled him waking up. Dad's breathing stayed the same and there was no movement from his muscular frame. After a while, I snuck softly back to his side. Standing there, I realized how vulnerable I was. All he had to do was open his eyes to see me staring down at him. I knelt down and found that in this position he would have to turn his head to see me. If he moved or his breathing changed, I'm might be able to crawl away unnoticed. I nixed the idea of lightly touching his cock as I knelt there staring at its thick bulk. Touching it lightly might tickle and wake him, so I decided to just lay my hand softly over it. Cold from nervousness, I warmed it bet- ween my thighs before reaching over. I held my hand just above the length of his ample meat. Holding my breath, I lowered it and let it settle snugly over what fit into my palm. At least three inches of fat shaft and long bullet-shaped head extended past my hand. I held my breath and listened intently to Dad's breathing. Nothing changed, and nothing moved. I slid my hand down to the head of his cock and wrapped my thumb and first two fingers around as much of his thickness as I could. No change, no reaction. Feeling more secure in the depth of his sleep, I began squeezing gently. Not too lightly and not too firmly, I squeezed it slowly over and over. The feel of his fat cock in my hand made my own woodie ache and strain inside my boxers. I reached down and pulled it out of the leg opening before replacing that hand onto the carpet for balance. Dad's cock began swelling in my hand. It only gained about an inch in length, but the width swelled about fifty percent fatter. I chanced a glance up at Dad's face and saw that his lips were now parted. I quickly withdrew my hand and slipped back to the other side of the room, crawling on my hands and knees until I was past the back of the sofa. By the time I stopped and looked back over the only thing that'd changed was that Dad's obese meat had slid across his thigh to point right at where I'd been kneeling before. I only waited a minute before returning to my original position. The head of his cock now pointed at my face. The lengthening of his shaft had pulled his foreskin back to just behind the wide ridge of the head. I had to do it. I had to taste it. I had to feel it against my lips. I leaned forward and opened my mouth, unsure of how I was going to be able to open far enough to get my lips around its imposing width. I slid my lips over what I could and found that, sure enough, I had to stretch my mouth open as far as it would go just to get a third of that fat cock head inside. Even then, I had to kind of "crawl" my lips across the hulking width. I struggled to keep my upper lip wet enough to slide over the swelling head while using my tongue to wet the way for my lower lip. The throbbing and flexing of Dad's shaft as my mouth labored over his bulky knob told me his body was enjoying this as much as I was. I almost didn't hear Dad's mumbled, "Ohhhh honey..." as I in- creased my efforts to get more of his meat into my mouth. My eyes shot wide and I pulled off the end of his cock, scuttling back to my place across the room in case he was waking up. I stood there and watched him. I'd missed the change in his breathing that I now heard as quick and deep, almost like one quick sigh after another. His heavy cock bobbed and strained from the base of his crotch, almost as if waving me at me to come back. I did just that once I realized he was still asleep and simply horny as hell. Feeling it was safe to skip sneaking and crawling over, I walked back over quickly and knelt down.. I leaned in and captured the spit-shiny head of Dad's meat in my mouth again, straining to slide it back in to where it's been before. Barely audible, "Oh yeah," drifted from Dad's parted lips. I pressed further, determined, and finally my lips pushed past the flaring ridge of his spongy head. Hardened flesh-covered steel lay pulsing against my lips as I felt my mouth suddenly get much wetter than before and a lightly salty taste flow inside. It was neither bitter nor sweet. There was just the salty zing over a flavor much richer and fuller that I couldn't describe any way other than simply the taste of a man. Wanting more, I sucked at Dad's pulpy head. I licked my tongue hungrily everywhere it would reach and tried to get my lips further down his throbbing shaft. What I came to realize minutes later was only a horny flow of precum continued to flow into my mouth sporadically as my efforts on my father's impressive cock increased enthusiastically. If I'd had my eyes open, I'd've seen his big balls draw up to the base of his cock just before the first jet of white-hot cum erupted inside my mouth. I happened to have my tongue lapping over the deep slit in the mouth-filling head of his cock as that first jet spewed forth. The pressure of it blasting across my tongue set off my own dick to pouring its load into the fabric of my boxers. Luckily, my boner had slid back inside and was now straight up toward the waistband as it began soaking my shorts. I gagged and tried desperately not to cough as I knelt there al- most being drowned in his load. Not only was there not much room in my mouth with my father's huge cock filling it, but his load huge as well! Each powerful eruption splattered against the back of my mouth and frothed past my overly-stretched lips. Soon, I had his cum inside my nose and running down my neck to my chest. As quickly as I swallowed his thick seed, his fat cock only belched even more of the rich salty flow into my mouth. He continued spewing his load long after mine'd petered out. I felt like sample jar or something, just kneeling there having his cum poured into me. An odd thing happened when it finally began to lessen. I'd been waiting and hoping for him to reach the end of his load. Now that he had, though, I desperately wanted more. I couldn't seem to pull myself off Dad's big fat cock even as it began softening inside my mouth and his cum had slowed to only intermittent dribbles. I finally allowed his thick meat to slide from my mouth and plop wetly against his thigh. I was still so horny I couldn't stand it, and almost ran from the room to get upstairs to my own. Once there, I tore my soaked boxers off and threw myself on my bed. I grabbed my cum-slick hard on in one hand and began furiously jacking myself off as I replayed in my head what had just happened down- stairs. Curiosity hit me in my frantic excitement, and I jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I closed the door, turned on the light, and looked at myself in the mirror. There I stood...my face, neck, and chest covered in gooey whitish gobs of Dad's load. My knees shook and threatened to give way at the impact of seeing myself drenched in Dad's cum. I grabbed for the sink with one hand and my hard-on with the other. In two seconds, I came a second time all over the bathroom cabinet! As usual, Dad left for work before I got up. Because I'd forgotten to check Dad to see if I'd left any spilled cum on him the night before, I spent the day at school worried about whether or not he had any idea of what I'd done. The worrying was for nothing. Dad was the same sullen gruff man he'd become since being his disappointments at work I'd done my homework after he'd gone down the the basement and then went to bed. I'd only been in bed a half an hour when I heard Dad's heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. The didn't go into my parent's bedroom as they usually did and continued instead until his shadow filled my doorway. "Son." Uncomfortable for a reason I wasn't sure I understood, I laid there silent and pretended to be asleep. Dad came in and gently shook my arm, "Ryan." I stretched and acted as though he'd woken me up as it didn't seem as if he was going to give up. "Yeah, Dad?" "Come downstairs a minute, son." "Um, okay. Is everything alright?" "Everything's fine, jus' follow me." He reassured, though the slurring in his words told me he'd had more to drink tonight than what had become usual for him lately. I crawled out of bed naked and went to my chest of drawers for a pair of boxers. "Skip that, just come on down. You're fine as you are." "Here," he continued, shucking his own boxers and leaving them on the floor at his feet, "that better?" When I didn't respond, he said firmly, "Now, let's go." He stum- bled a bit as he turned toward the doorway and lumbered out. I followed as we crossed the balcony and went down the stairs. It struck me as we walked through the living room and kitchen how much his German physique left him looking like a giant bulldog from be- hind. The straddling gait, rather bowlegged from the size of his thighs, and the wide span of his moun-tainous back and shoulders adding to the similarities. His long heavy arms, bulging neck, and big round head finished off the com- parison. Even at 5'10" and still growing, I felt dwarfed by the big man. My own slender body was just beginning to fill out and only had the toned muscle of an atheletic teenager, nothing like my father's muscle-packed phy- sique. The only hair on my body being pale blond under my arms and above my dick, his dark bristling hair-coated thighs and forearms emphasized the twenty-plus difference in our ages as well as his intimidating masculinity. The dark skin from his Italian side made him even more imposing next to my light cream-colored skin. I followed him in boyish awe of the huge man, only his heavy foot- steps breaking the silence in the house. Staring appreciatively at his powerful body, I also couldn't help noticing the effect of way too many beers in his stumbling stride. Even his size fifteen feet couldn't improve his balance enough to hide the amount of liquor in his system. In the basement, the TV was on with the sound off and providing the only light in the room. I followed Dad to stand between the TV and the sofa as he pic- ked up a can of beer from the top of the TV. He turned to face me as if he walked around naked all the time. The dim light from the TV flickered over his body making him even more handsome and sexy as he stood there looking lazy and relaxed. All the while, I refused to let my eyes drop to his massive equipment hanging heavily out in the open. "About last night..." He began, still looking perfectly relaxed. Nervous apprehension shot through me, "The car?" "No," He responded, his strong German features taking on a look of both amusement and patience as he lifted the beer to his lips, "not the car..." Staring at me pointedly with beer-reddened eyes over the rim, he took several long swallows before lowering the can. "...this." He finished his sentence, moving one leg further from the other and dropping the can of beer down to nudge his long fat cock. I wanted to die as embarassed heat poured over me. I felt myself turn burning red with mortification. My mouth opened to somehow explain what I'd done, but nothing came out. Dad continued staring down at me. All he said when he finally spoke was, "Do it again." The shock must've registered on my face. "Look, Ryan," he tipped his forehead down and squinted his eyes, "y' wanna do it, obviously. I need it. It's been more'n three months since my 'main vein' got hauled out for some action. I don't have t' leave the house t' get some, n' you don't have t' want it without gettin' it. So, this is lookin' like a win-win for you n' be both, son." He rocked back on his heels and took another long swig from his beer. I lost the battle to control my eyes. Even in my embarassment and shock at the speech Dad'd just delivered, hunger built inside me as I looked down at the impressive meat already arching out from its thick nest of tangled hair. Dad turned out to be almost the same size hard as he was soft. Me, on the other hand, only sported a few inches without it swelling to around seven. I felt the first twitch deep inside my balls as my shaft began to fill out. I looked up to find Dad looking down at me patiently. "Suck it, Ryan." I just stood there, too surprised by all this and still too nervous to move. "Ryan. Suck it son." He nodded his head slowly in encourage- ment. When I still didn't move, he pulled me up against him. It was like being hauled up against a wall of muscle and coarse springy hair. I inhaled the smell of him. Traces of soap meshed with fresh sweat and something deeper, muskier, and heavier. "Ryan," His voiced dropped lower as I lifted my head to meet his sex-fueled eyes as a big strong hand slid onto my shoulder, "suck my dick, son." I let my knees relax and bend smoothly as he pressed me down the tall length of his body, loving the feel of the wool of his chest and stomach as it scraped across my cheek. Once on the floor, I opened my mouth and inhaled deeply at the feel of his long fat cock against my face. More of that deep, musky, and rich scent of his body hit my nose and filled my chest. The smell of his balls and meat were as intoxicating for me as beer was for Dad. My body began to shake and quiver, the intensity of kneeling at my fully-awake father's feet and preparing to suck his fat dick made me feel like I was going to explode inside from the sexual need thundering inside me. I nuzzled into his balls, his cock flopping across my face as it hardened. I lapped and sucked at the big wooly orbs before moving to do the same against the sides of his big heavy cock. I was avoiding putting my mouth over it. I didn't want him to be disappointed in how little of it I could handle. Soon, though, the choice was no longer mine. One huge hand went to my head while the other grasped his oversized cock at the base. He held me back as he rubbed it across my forehead, cheeks, nose, mouth, and jaw. My jaw opened as a heated groan escaped my chest at the feel of him branding my face with the heat of his fat rigid tool. He took the opportunity to aim it for my lips and push inside my mouth. It was his turn to groan as my lips choked his cock, unable to stretch wide enough to do anything else. I suctioned hard to make up for small amount of length I could accept, slurping my tongue over the head and what little shaft I'd been able to get inside. As the hand on my head relaxed, I began to suck and bob on the end of his cock. Sucking furiously as the four or so inches I could ac- comodate, I went crazy on his fat meat. Suddenly, his grip stilled the excited movement of my head. "Take a deep breath." He ordered, breathlessly. I looked up, confusion spilling across my face. "Just take a deep breath, for fuck's sake, son!" He impaitently demanded. I did as he asked and felt his grip turn to iron where he held onto my head. He shoved his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat forcefully. "Open up!" He ordered. I didn't know what he meant until he shoved hard and his cock plunged down into my throat. My hands flew to his hairy thighs in shock and fear, his cock stretching and filling my throat impossibly full! "Calm down, son, calm down." He withdrew part way and then stuffed himself back inside before pulling back out until just the big head of his cock was still filling my mouth. "Take a deep breath." He shoved his cock back down into my throat the second I'd inhaled. Three deep strokes into my throat and he pulled out for me to breathe again. I learned quickly, and soon he was plowing my throat as I planned my breathing to accomodate his driving thrusts. My cum began to boil inside my balls, the thrill of having Dad powerfully fuck my face with his huge cock was becoming more than I could stand. Even more than feeling his long fat shaft stuffing my mouth and throat, the sight of his big strong body above mine sent my brain and dick into overload. I could taste him. I could taste what I'd tasted the night before. Precum began flowing into my mouth as I sucked furiously for more. I got it, too, as my mouth began filling more and more quickly every time he pulled out enough for me to breathe. "Ryan....son.... RYAN!!" His hands dug into my head with a steel grip as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and splashed my face with the first surge of his thick generous load. I fought against his grip and got my mouth back over the head of his spewing horse-meat. His cock still filled my mouth so much that, as it had the night before, his cum bubbled out the sides of my lips and over my face and neck. I swallowed as much and as fast as possible, wanting every drop from my father's thick spewing cock. It pushed me over the edge and I got my hand cupped under the head of my own dick just as I began shooting my own load. Untouched, my teen dick quickly filled my hand. All the while, Dad's cock continued flooding my mouth and stomach with his rich tasting cum. He teetered and fell back on the couch. I followed on all fours like a puppy and dove back onto his thick meat as it spewed forth the last of his mighty load. "Phew! Son!" He exclaimed, wiping his face from forehead to jaw with a wide paw. He pushed himself up, straddling my head as he stepped over me and to the mini-fridge. He grabbed a fresh beer, popped the tab, and drank down half of it before returning to where I knelt on the floor. "What's goin' on with that hand?" He asked, pointing to the hand I'd kept cupped with my cum even through crawling across the floor. "Oh, that's..." He leaned over and stopped me in mid-sentence by reaching down and lifting my hand up to look inside. He looked up at me and guided my hand to my mouth. I opened it without even thinking as he pressed my palm to my lips. My own cum drained into my mouth before sliding down my throat to mix with his inside my stomach. As if fascinated, he stayed bent over me as I swallowed. Then, he straightened back up and offered the half-empty beer to me. He quietly and affectionately said, "Here, you earned it, son. N.' it'll wash that taste outta your mouth." "That's okay, Dad, I'm fine." I responded as I rose to my feet. An odd look crossed his face as he took my jaw in his big hand. "Hmmm..." was his only response. His sausage-sized fingers began to stroke my face, pushing the gobs of his cum clinging to my face toward my mouth. The whole time he continued to look down at me with that same odd look across his strong handsome features. Each time his fingers reached my mouth, I opened my lips and sucked the cum off. Something about the way he stroked my face and the feeling of having him feed me his cum made me feel strangely dirty and turned on at the same time. He slowly pulled his hand away as he seemed to come out of whatever thoughts had been going through his mind. "Time for bed, son, t'morrow's a school day." "Sure, Dad." I turned and started up the stairs. "And, Ryan," Dad's voice stopped me. "clean the cabinet this time if you jack off up there. I might not catch it this time before your mother does." "Yes, sir." I responded and then continued up the stairs. At the top, I stopped and turned around for a reason I instantly forgot. Dad had laid back on the sofa, the angle making it so I could only see the lower two-thirds of his body. This meant he also couldn't see me from where he laid. One hand slid down his stomach to that large burly cock of his. He pulled the foreskin back and began to slide the loose skin back and forth over his length as his meat hardened back to full mast. I stared as he lazily stroked his big meat ten or twelve times before it began spewing another huge load across his stomach and chest. Round after round of thick white cum splashed into the hair of his body as I watched. I took off before his orgasm began to fade, not wanting to get caught even after everything that'd just happened between us. Heading off to my room, it occurred to me that Dad must've enjoyed what we'd done together as much as I had. The next three nights happened almost exactly as the first, and I was in high heaven with the new direction my relationship with Dad was taking. 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