Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2017 09:51:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: cyphernone69@gmail.com
Subject: Gary's Tale Chapter Three (Revised)

Gary's Tale, Chapter Three

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Gary's intro:Jim, I'm glad we are doing this. It's bringing back some
wonderful memories that I had thought long forgotten.Yes Jim, it was a
wonderful time in my life and I do feel for you and our kindred brothers
who didn't have that interaction, let alone see their own dad's cock. I say
this as I've spoken to many men over the years and a lot of them felt less
loved by not being allowed to look at their dad's in the change rooms or at
home.

Gary's Tale chapter three

The next morning as I've said, dad and I fucked again and he let me have a
cigarette but I had to brush my teeth before I went to breakfast with him
into the motel dining room for breakfast where we met mum and my younger
sisters. Dad did tell me that he wasn't to worried about mum knowing I had
been smoking and drinking. As he put it: it puts hairs on my balls so if
mum objects leave it to him to straighten her out. Dad always took us
somewhere different for the three week school break.  Usually within our
state, but sometimes into the neighbouring states. Dad was attentive to me
and my needs throughout the day and when we stopped for a cuppa or for
lunch we'd go into the public toilets and have a piss and if there was
time, we'd milk each other. We always had our evening meal in a pub and
then it was a walk around the town, or city we were in for an hour to walk
off the dinner, as dad put it. Then, I think dad must have noticed my
constant stiff cock trying to get out of my pants. He chuckled and fell
behind from mum and my sisters and chuckling again he put his hand down (we
were walking on the street back to the motel with no one in sight) and
rubbed my stiff cock telling me to hang on sport as his cunt needs it. He
groped me again and threw his arm around me and hugged me into him and told
me softly "...you're my horny little fucker. Aren't you"? I think I
surprised myself more than dad as when he told me that, I groped him and
his cock stiffened and I told him my pussy needs feeding. He grinned and
told me he was going to feed it as soon as we were back in our room and
then he'd show me how to suck cock. Now that had my interest, Jim. I really
didn't think it could be done but, I wasn't going to say no to dad's
suggestion, as so far, he had given me a lot of sexual pleasure, so yes, I
was intrigued as to how one sucked cock. Over the years, Jim, I didn't fuck
with blokes if they didn't suck cock, or, for that matter, kiss. Which was
another great thing to discover very shortly on our trip. Jim, I'm glad we
are doing this.  I'm bringing back some wonderful memories that I had
thought long forgotten. I said goodnight to mum and my sisters and then
joined dad in our motel room. He had stripped off and was laying on his
back, on the bed, playing with his very stiff cock. I think I was out of my
pants, shirt and jumper in three seconds or faster. Like dad, I never wore
jocks, unless I was at school or had to wear good clothes. Actually, Jim, I
don't recall dad ever wearing jocks.  HMMMMMM Anyway, dad asked me if I
wanted to get fucked as he was more than happy to feed my hungry pussy. I
giggled and grinned like a Cheshire cat telling him of course, then you can
show me how to suck cock. He laughed and told me to get onto the bed, on my
belly but no pillow as he wanted to fuck me like most every other farmer
would, if I wanted them to. I questioned dad about the other farmers as
he'd said much the same thing once before. Dad told me a couple of the
farmers had told him they were attracted to me sexually and wanted to fuck
me and wanted to feel my cock in their cunts as well. He then surprised me
by adding, that one of them wants me to move in with him over the
weekends. I was well, lost for words Jim, and my mind kind of boggled at
the news. I must admit Jim, I had wondered what it would be liking fucking
someone else besides dad. So his news stiffened my cock as dad readied
himself to fuck me....like most other farmers would.... I rolled over for a
moment as dad was doing something behind me, even though he had straddled
my legs. Dad grinned and spat into his hand again and rubbed it up and down
his stiff cock a few times then spat into his hand again. I looked at him
questioningly. Dad finally told me that Vaseline is OK for beginners but a
good man just needs to spit on his cock and then rub it over till his cock
is wet and slippery. It's just as good and besides, he added, he, or any
other farmer, wouldn't be carrying a jar of the stuff around on the farm
for any sexy son wanted to get himself fucked. We, as in farmers, resort to
spit as lube. I grinned at the thought of dad fucking me out on the farm
and wondered, or was it hoped? I rolled back onto my belly, happy with the
bit of information about spit. I felt dad lower himself onto me and then he
let his weight fall onto my back and arse. Dad wriggled around a bit and
then I felt his cock slide in between my boy arse cheeks. Dad worked his
spit covered cock around my arse hole and made me feel horny in the
process. Dad lay on top of me and the feel of his skin against mine was out
of this world. He closed his legs against my outer thighs, slid his hands
up along either side my chest, then put them under my arms and looped his
hands back so he was holding my shoulders.



I felt dad lift his groin off me and then his cock entered my boy
pussy. Once he hit my arse ring he stopped and asked if I was OK. I lifted
my arse off the bed in answer and I felt dad chuckle against my back,
"...Dirty little cunt.." he told me. I giggled as he slipped his cock
further into my arse and sighed contentedly as I felt it filling me up.
Dad worked away sliding his cock in and out and then I began lifting my
pussy up to meet his cock on his downward thrust into me. We continued with
this rhythm for some time with dad increasing his speed. Dad had worked up
to a good speed as he continued to fuck me. I was meeting him with my open
pussy as he continued to fuck me. I began to moan and groan and felt
nothing but pleasure at being fucked. I felt dad chuckle against my back
and he grabbed my legs with his and increased his fucking. From there on,
dad was continuously slamming his hard cock into me. I was beginning to
enjoy getting fucked even more.



Jim, it felt so fucking good to feel his cock in me, going in and out and I
was turned on by just the feel of his skin against mine. OK, we were always
naked a lot, but never this close to the point of skin on skin contact
unless he mucked around for a few minutes. Then boy parts would get
squashed against man parts. The only one who was always close like that,
was my older cousin Johnny when he spooned me each night when he slept in
my bed, and mucked about, like wrestling the next morning. Then, my cock
would be pressed against him, or his against me. Johnny was good like
that. He made me aware from an early age that nudity and skin on skin was
natural. And dad with his fucking me was making me think he had no problems
with it either. Dad was really fucking into me; grunting and groaning. He
said, "feel this"! I wondered what he was talking about.  But then, his
cock stiffened and Dad slammed hard into my arse cheeks. My cheeks were
pushed upwards with the force of dad's fucking. His actions kind of
stretched my pussy differently and it felt great. Then dad bellowed and
began bucking up and down on my back. I then felt his cock stiffen a bit
more as he began to spunk into me. I felt his spunk blasting my insides and
I began to hump back like buggery. For some reason I tightened my arse hole
and dad sang out, "FUCK YEAH! YA HORNY FUCKING CUNT...Squeeze MY COCK WITH
YA FUCKING BOY PUSSY!" Dad then collapsed on me and I felt him gasping as
he got his breath back. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own as it was
till spurting spunk and twitching and jumping about up in my pussy. Dad
told me, "Don't move! Just wait a minute and I'll fuck you again." I
remembered when he came into my bedroom when Johnny was showing me his
spunk, how dad had milked himself and once he'd spunked, asked me to hang
onto his balls and then he proceeded to pull himself off again.  Hmmmm and
he was now going to fuck me again and fill me with even more spunk. I
wriggled my arse and squeezed his cock with my pussy. I did that as he
seemed to enjoy it a lot when I did it earlier. I felt dad stiffening and
he chuckled something about his dirty little son.  I wriggled again and
squeezed his cock and he put his hands on my shoulders and told me, "I'm
going to take my cock out of you for a moment. When I do, get onto your
hands and knees and keep your legs together and I'll show you another way
men fuck." Dad lifted off me and I did as he asked and he climbed back
behind me and he gently pushed my head down and suggested I lower my head
so my face was in the pillow.  Literally, I was head down and arse. I felt
dad move in behind me. He rubbed his cock around my ass crack until he
found my pussy. He immediately slid it right in until my arse was hard
against his pubes. Dad rested his fists on the bed began to hunch into
me. He explained that it was what he and the other farmers called a doggy
fuck. Now that interested me, Jim, as I had often seen our dog fuck his
bitch and yes, it hunched into her just as dad was hunching into me while
he fucked me. I recalled as well, the dog always put its front paws around
the bitch's waist (hips?) as he pounded her with his long, pink doggy
cock. Dad soon held me the same way. So dad was now fucking his `bitch on
heat', as my arse kept humping back when it knew dad was fucking
inwards. He worked up a considerable speed.

I was to find out a year or two later, when I asked him about him able to
spunk twice in one fuck? Dad explained it as, "Generally, the second of the
fucks last a lot longer because I need to fuck a lot harder, to get
off. This, sport, means I could fuck you for nearly an hour at a faster
rate and it feels a lot better for me, and hopefully for you as well when
you get used to it." I told him, "Dad, just fuck me as hard as you can. I
just love the feel of your cock going in and out fast. Think of it as
filling your `bitch on heat' with your doggy cock while you breed me." Dad
was calling me "slut, cunt, cock sucker, doggy fucker, daddy's dirty little
slutty cunt boy" and other great names I loved to hear. He kept up his
chatting dirty to me and it was a big turn on for me at that age, still
love to hear dirty talk. Dad increased his fucking until the in and out
began to blur. I felt him slam into me so hard I thought he was going to
insert his whole self through my boy pussy. Jim, I could feel my dad's
spunk washing my insides. I was all but howling, myself, with pleasure, as
his cock twitched and spunked and claimed my boy pussy. Dad was convulsing
with each spasm that wracked his body as he fucked into me, saying dirty
things about me loving his big cock and how he was making me his
bitch. After a moment he rested his chin on my shoulder and thanked me for
the great fuck. He told me, "Once I get my wind back, I'll suck you off and
then you can do it to me." I heard a "slurp" sound, as dad pulled away from
me. I told Dad I could feel his spunk was running out of my pussy.  He then
said, "I'll fix that."  Well, fuck me, if he didn't. I felt his tongue
begin washing over my boy pussy. It went down far enough to lick the back
of my balls. I really was in kiddy heaven as dad slurped, licked and
sucked, yes, Jim, he actually sucked on my arse hole and was licking it as
well. Fuck it was every bit as good as him fucking me. Dad continued to
lick and suck on my pussy. He reached under with his hand until he
connected with my very stiff cock. He began working the skin and every so
often he'd move his hand back a bit and play with my balls. Somehow I
managed to keep relatively still. It's a wonder to this day, what with his
assault on my cock and balls and his mouth and tongue working over my boy
pussy. All I could do was buck about with pleasure mewing and groaning and
finally telling my dad "Fuck dad! You are one dirty dog fucker." I felt,
rather than heard, dad's chuckle against my ass. I did tell him that his
eating my ass felt good and could I try it after I fucked him. He was good
enough to say that I may not like the taste but he'd be very happy if I did
give it a try. He also warned me it might take me two or three times before
I was comfortable doing that. Dad also added that if I did get used to the
taste and smell, I could clean his cock right after he had fucked me as
he'd love to clean my cock once I had fucked him. Well, being thirteen and
full of it, I asked dad if I could clean his cock now, seeing that he had
just finished fucking me. He told me, with a grin, "It's a possibility."
Rolling off me altogether, he lay on his back. I looked at his deflating
cock with a kind of awe, noticing it was coated with slime and spunk and
fuck knows what else. As well, there were dark bits of stuff on his cock. I
told myself, spunk would make it slimy and that I'd eaten his and Johnny's
spunk before anyway.

I sat there looking at dad's cock not really sure how to go about it.  I
looked up at dad, who saw my puzzled look and told me to get between his
legs and lean in and lick his cock. He assured me, if I found it too much,
he wouldn't be upset if I changed my mind.

I might add, Jim, by the time dad had told me that, his cock was again as
stiff as if he hadn't fucked me. Leaning in, my senses picked up a very
heady and decidedly musty (read almost shitty) smell. I picked up his cock
and dad said to think of it as melting ice cream and lick it. I did this,
tentatively, and while I wasn't grossed out at the taste, it wasn't the
best either. I think I may have said something like, `OH hell, what the
fuck', and then opened my mouth and put part of dad's cock head in and
licked and swirled my tongue over it. I pulled Dad's long cock skin down to
expose the cockhead and began to lick in earnest. It seemed like the
natural thing to do was to try and swallow dad's cock, if I wanted to clean
off his spunk. By then, I had completely forgotten about the odd smell and
taste. I was enjoying myself like a pig in swill. Dad put his hand on my
head as I bobbed up and down on his cock trying to get all of it into my
mouth so I could clean it. I was, though, having great fun as I had worked
out to include dad's cock skin in the assault so I continued to work on
dads cock and his skin moving it back and forth with my lips as I licked
the cock clean.

I remembered dad, not long ago, playing with my balls as he cleaned up my
boy pussy. Lol, Jim, yes, I reached down and grabbed them in one of my
hands but found them to big, so grabbed one and rolled it around in my
fingers as I cleaned dads cock. I could hear dad cursing and swearing and
generally moaning with pleasure, then I heard him tell me, "Jeeeesus fuckin
Christ kid! You're sucking me off! Are you ready for your old man's warm,
and thick spunk"? Without missing a beat, I looked him in the eyes and
tried to smile around his cock. Which by the, was halfway down my
throat. Dad grabbed my head in both his hands and hung on and told me to
keep sucking and if he was hurting me, let him know by pinching one of his
balls hard. I kept up my sucking until dad pulled my head back and then
pushed it back onto his cock. I found he was pushing and pulling my head
continuously and even though I didn't get all of his cock in my mouth, dad
was yelling about his "fuckin horny little cocksucker on the end of my
cock." I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Then dad asked me if I wanted him
to stop as he was about to fill my belly with his daddy milk. I looked at
him and smiled the best I could, seeing as how he was still holding my head
pulling it up and down on his cock while I played with his balls. Dad
grabbed my head tighter and pushed his cock into my mouth even further, yet
I didn't gag, then I felt his cock thicken and stiffen and dad screamed he
was spunking. Then he growled, "don't take that fuckin mouth off my cock
until I pat your head". Well, Jim, that, was my introduction to sucking
cock. I managed to swallow most of his spunk with some dribbling out of my
mouth. Once dad patted my head, I lifted off his cock and played with it,
squeezing out the last few drops of spunk. He hauled me up into his arms
and laughed and thanked me and told me I'd just given my first blow
job. With that said, he licked his own spunk off my face and chin, telling
me it was time for a cigarette and some whiskey. He hugged me, then moved
me aside and got the cigarettes and grog and we celebrated my first blow
job.




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