Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2003 17:07:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Will <woogy_the_love_bunny@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two Country Men: A Father and Son

	It was the summer before my senior year of high school but I
remember it like it all happened yesterday.  That was the summer my father
and I bonded in a way in which only a father and a son can.

	But first a little background: My life wasn't much different than
most kids who grew up in rural Texas.  Both of my parents worked with my ma
working about an hour a way in the city and my dad sharing time between his
feed store in our small town and the small farm we lived on.  Mom hated the
commute into the city but the pay more than made up for it but it meant she
had to leave the house by 6AM and usually didn't get home until well past 6
in the evening leaving my dad and I to our own devices much of the time.
My dad was a handsome man.  Now he was no Greek god Adonis with a 12" dick
like every other story I've ever read but he worked hard for a living and
the years of working with the soil made its mark on him.  He stood just
under 6' tall and was broad shouldered.  At 45 his hair was pitch black but
a little silver had begun to creep into his sideburns and his full beard.
He had a dense growth of dark hair that spread across his chest and spread
down his belly and down past his waist.  He had the hairiest forearms of
any man I'd known and nothing made me feel safer as a young kid than to be
held in his lap wrapped in those strong, hirsute arms.  As a kid in high
school he had played on the local football team and the local wrestling
team and even now after all those years he managed to keep himself in shape
with a set of free weights we kept in the garage but mainly from all the
hard work of honest living.  He even helped out the coach of our wrestling
team which I was on and it was because of his training that I excelled so
well at the sport.

	As a young kid I remember seeing my father shirtless a lot.  In the
summer he hardly ever wore one and I would watch with great interest while
we would be out bailing hay as the his hairy chest would be matted down
with sweat which would trickle down his well shaped pecs to his abdomen
before trickling into his jeans.  I didn't really understand why I was so
interested in him but I knew it was "dirty" and I knew to keep it to
myself.

	Then puberty struck and everything changed.  I began to see my
father in a whole new light.  I remember one day he came home from working
and as usual he went into the garage first and peeled off his dirty, sweaty
clothes and threw them into the hamper.  He would then come into the
kitchen wearing just his underwear, grab a beer and collapse on the sofa
for an hour or so.  He slept on the sofa while I was watching TV and doing
homework and his arms were up behind his head exposing his hairy pits.  As
he snored I just sat there transfixed on that image and for the first time
I began to lust after him.  I sat there and committed to memory the shape
of his chest and the color and size of his dark nipples.  I studied the
pattern of his hair growth on his chest and stomach and noticed how it was
slightly lighter in color than the hair on his head.  His arms were large
and well defined and his left shoulder bore a tattoo from his days in the
navy and out of each pit was a large bush of hair rich with his scent that
began to fill up the room.  Dad was a pretty hairy man - in fact even to
this day I have yet to see many men hairier than he.  His legs are also
covered in the same dark hair as and his back has a strong dusting on the
shoulders.  There is very little separation from his upper chest hair and
his beard and it refused to be tamed.  I remember begin a little child and
sitting in his lap and being mesmerized how his chest hair would stick up
through the white t-shirt he wore.  When he reached up to grab something or
wave to someone you could see his arm pit hair forcing itself out of the
short sleeves.  Back to him being on the sofa.  I stared at him for over 30
minutes when my eyesight was distracted by the growing bulge in his tighty
whities.  I watched the mound that was his dick slowly expand in the pouch
of his underwear and tent it up for about 10 minutes before it began to go
back down.  At this point my heart was racing, my own cock was swollen and
demanding attention and my breath was short and shallow.  I heard the sound
of him clearing his throat and I froze.  Dad snapped his fingers a few time
and I pretended to have been zoning out and not really looking right at his
crotch.  Dad must have bought it because he asked me where I was and I just
replied that I had zoned out in the middle of a math problem.  Dad just
laughed and nodded and told me to turn off the TV until my homework was
done.  Then he rolled over and fell back asleep.  It was at that moment I
decided that I had to see my dad's cock.

	My parents' bathroom window had a large trellis over it which was
covered by the thick vines of a honey suckle plant.  It wasn't long before
I discovered I could hide myself within the thick green leaves and not be
seen as I peered through the window.  Thus began my almost daily ritual of
watching my dad shower at night.  Dad would go in and throw off his
underwear in a corner and stand in front of the sink and brush his teeth.
My heart raced the first time I saw his cock.  The skin of his cock was
dark and his nuts were low and heavy.  I loved to watch them swing as he
walked in the bathroom.  His cut cock hung low out of his dark bush of
crotch hair and his fat cock head would just rest on the sink top as he
leaned in to shave.  Occasionally he would reach down and mindlessly
scratch at his nuts or tug on his cock but much to my regret I never caught
my dad jerking it.  I thought there must be something wrong with me since I
jacked off almost every time I took a shower and as much as they taught us
in sex ed in school that it was normal to masturbate and that almost 95% of
all men do it, I never once in all the years I watched him in the shower do
it.  Though dad did have one peculiarity.  He, like so many of us men,
liked the smell of his own body.  Before he showered he would almost always
smell his pits and he would usually smile after doing it and nod to
himself.  Sometimes after scratching his dick he would lift up his hands
and smell his fingers.  I cannot begin to say how much this turned me on.
I would stand there in the vines beating my cock as fast as I could while I
watched my dad do this.  Hoping, just hoping he would join me just once.

	By the time I was 16 I had began to develop nicely.  I was on the
varsity wrestling team at school (much to my father's joy) and I worked out
almost every day after school.  Besides my muscular growth I was growing as
a man as well.  My legs were already pretty darn hairy like my dad's
(giving me the nick name Teen Wolf at school) as were my forearms and my
chest had begun to sprout some hair as well.  I remember the first time I
wore shorts one summer and dad looked down at my hairy legs, cocked his
head and smiled.  While we were out buying fencing supplies dad introduced
me to a buddy of his and referred to me as "ol' hairy legs."  I was kind of
embarrassed but I sensed this pride in me my dad had which is why he was
showing me off.  He was actually going out of his way to point out to they
fellas at the shop that I was going through puberty.  The guy just laughed
when dad did this and looked down at my legs and nodded with approval.  I
was like I was being admitted to a special club and in a way I was.  The
company of men.  It actually turned me on and I had to go jack off when we
got home that evening.

	My dick wasn't none too bad either.  It was a shower and not a
grower which got a lot of looks from my buddies on the wrestling team and
my nuts hung low much like my dad's.  I used to strut around as long as
possible after the shower and take my time shaving naked in the mirror and
getting dressed in the guys locker room.  I got off on the way my buds
would sneak looks at me thinking nobody was noticing.  I would often be the
last to leave the showers as I would take my time and wait for our coach.
He had a class after he had us so he would also go shower and shave in the
mornings.  Most of the fellas hurried up and got dressed and went to go
have breakfast in the commons before class, but not me.  A lot of the times
it would just be coach and I getting ready.  For the longest while he wore
his towel when he got out of the shower to shave in front of the one sink
and mirror we had but not me.  I stood there naked as the day I was born
jutting my hips out all proud like.  Soon I noticed my coach started
sharing the sink with me naked as well.  There wasn't much room so often
our shoulders would be brushing against one another we shaved and styled
our hair.  I loved it and sometimes my dick would stir and it would take
all of my self control not to pop wood right there in front of him.  My
coach was hot too.  He was only 5'8" tall but he was built like a brick
shit house.  The man had muscles on top of muscles and light dusting of red
hair on his legs and ass.  He had the brightest, reddest crotch hair I had
ever seen and a fat uncut cock that I loved to sneak looks at.  We were
shaving one morning and he caught me looking at his crotch.  I snapped my
eyes away but he had a questioning look on his face.

	"So, Jack, you got a girlfriend?" he asked rather bluntly.  I was
sort of taken back but I figured he caught me looking and probably thought
I was being queer or something.

 "Yeah I guess so," I answered as I shrugged.  "I hang out with Sharon Neff
a lot but we're not going steady if that's what you mean."

	"Sharon Neff, huh?" coach responded.  He then got a sly look on his
face.  "Isn't she the one I hear the guys on the team talking about when
you all think I ain't listening?  The one whose 'got a mouth like a Hoover'
as you boys say?"  Coach just laughed and I did too.  Just two guys talking
about a hot slut.

	"Yeah she's the one.  Best mouth in town as far as I can tell."

	"She swallow?" coach asked.

	"Oh hell yeah.  She loves the stuff.  Can't get enough of it."  I
replied jokingly.  As I said this I felt my groin stir and the more we
chatted about what a good mouth Sharon had the more I began to swell up.  I
was nervous at first but I looked down and noticed coach's dick was almost
fully hard and looking like a beer can and his foreskin was pulling back to
reveal a wet, red cock head.  As we talked more while we shaved about the
different places I let her blow me I noticed coach's dick was bobbing up
and down.  I caught another glimpse of it and watched as a thick glob of
precum dripped off his cock and onto the floor.  Coach looked down and
smeared the drop with his bare foot.  "Ooops!" he shouted.  Don't want
anyone slipping on that and breaking their neck!"  We both laughed and
stood there for a moment looking at each other's cocks.

	"Keep this to yourself but I think I may have to see if this Sharon
wouldn't mine sucking an older man's cock for a change.  Show her what a
real man's cock is like at not you snot nosed brats she's used to."  As
coach said this he reached down and stroked his cock a few times.  "I bet
that mouth would love this."

	"I know she would, coach," I replied, "she'd swallow you whole and
give you a hummer like you wouldn't believe."  At that point we were both
tugging on our hard, angry cocks and talking about how sweet Sharon's mouth
would be all the while staring at each other's meat then both of us shot
our loads into the sink.

	"Fuck!" coach growled.  "He quickly cleaned himself up and headed
towards his office.  As he walked out he turned around to me and said, "You
better get ready for class or you'll be late and not a word of this to
anybody or I'll break your neck.  Got it?"

	I stood to attention and saluted coach. "Yes sir.  I swear.  Not a
word, sir."

	Coach just nodded and walked out.  After he left I quickly kneeled
down to the sink and licked a pool of coach's cum off the sink.  It was
salty yet sweet and sent chills through my body.  After that I quickly
cleaned up any evidence of our mess and got dressed and hurried to class.
Surprisingly enough coach never showered with us after practice again.  He
just waited until we left and quickly showered and went to class.  If one
of us was still there he wore a towel and always changed in the privacy of
his own office.  He never treated me differently but he never spoke of what
happened again.  Even if I tried to bring up the subject about Sharon he
would just nod and tell me to mind my own business.

	Finally it was the summer before my senior year and I was 17.
Instead of working at a job dad had me helping out a lot on the farm and I
kept to tending the horses for most of the time.  One day we were out
tending to a broken fence and it was hotter than Hades.  Dad's shirt was
off as usual and the sweat was just pouring down his glistening chest.  I
had taken my shirt off too and was kneeling down attaching the bottom of
the fence to the post while dad stood above me and attached the top part of
the fence.  Drip by drip I felt his cool sweat dropping from his chest down
onto my back.  It sent chills though my body.  As the hot summer wind blew
I caught a whiff of his musky sent that was dropping down onto me.  I was
hornier than a two-peckered owl.  After we finished fixing the fence dad
said we should go swimming down by the creek that ran through our land.  We
both got in the truck and drove down to the creek.  Thinking that we would
just strip down to our underwear as usual I stripped out of my boots and
pants and began to go down to the rope swing.  Dad came running by me buck
naked shouting "Last one there is a rotten egg!"  I stood and watched as
his hairy ass went past me then I flung off my underwear and shot after my
dad.  We both made it to the rope swing at the same time and stood there
panting for a moment.  I couldn't believe it.  There was my father naked in
front of me in broad daylight.  The sun shown brightly on his chest and
pubic hairs making them seem reddish in tint.  Dad looked at me and cocked
his head to the side.

	"I guess I won't be calling you ol' hairy legs any more.  Now I'll
call you ol' hairy chest."  As he said this he reached out at pulled one of
my chest hairs out and laughed.

	"Ouch," I shouted and pulled back.  "I don't have as many to spare
like you do you hairy ape!"

	Dad just laughed.  "Not yet," he joked, "but trust me.  In a few
more years you will.  I was like you and then I turned 21 and practically
woke up like this."  As he said that he ran his hand up and down through
the hairy matt of hair on his chest and stomach.  "Trust me.  In no time
you're going to be a hairy son of a bitch just like your old man.

	We swam in the river for a while and wrestled in the water a bit.
He swam up behind me and grabbed me with his big arms and held me in a bear
hug.  I froze when I felt his hairy chest brush up against my back and I
could feel his cock pressing up against the crack of my ass.  I sprung wood
instantly and I could have sworn I felt my dad's cock throb for a moment
but then he let go.

	"Time to head on back, son." Dad said somewhat gravely.  By the
time I swam to shore my cock had gone back down but was still slightly
swollen.  In the darkening light I could see that my dad's cock was a
little bit bigger than it was when I fist saw him but he quickly put on his
clothes and so did I.  I spent almost the entire night up thinking about
what had happened and I blew my load at least 5 times that night while
fantasizing about him.

	The weeks of summer rolled by slow and steady.  I worked hard and I
played hard all day long.  It was also the horniest summer I've ever had.
I think I must have jerked my meat at least 3 times a day during that
summer.  I think it had to do with the fact that I was with my father so
much of the time.  He and I spent a lot of time together that summer as I
helped him with the chores but instead of helping him with just the chores
and then going off to do my own thing we hung out and relaxed together and
played a lot.  We spent a lot of hours at the river, naked and running
around a hoot'n and a holler'n and jumping in the water.  Dad let me drink
beer and dip snuff and cuss and talk about women as dirty as I wanted.  It
felt great and dad often commented on what a fine man I was growing into.
One day while we were laying out in the sun he even commented on my dick.
I had been joking how the team captain of our wrestling team, the man whom
all the ladies at school lusted after and dreamed of, had the tiniest dick
I had ever seen.

	Dad just laughed a bit.  "Well son, they all come in all shapes and
sizes." He said.  "No matter how big you may think you are there's always
somebody out there who's bigger.  You're growing into a fine man though.  A
fine man.  You got a tool there you ought to be proud of but just don't go
and get too cocky about it."

	I blushed a bit but my heart skipped a beat when dad commented on
my cock and complimented it.  I felt my mind begin to swim in hormonal
bliss.  "Well," I said.  "looks like I got you to thank in that
department."  As I said that I looked down to his crotch and nodded some.

Dad looked down and lifted his cock with his hand and let it drop back
down.  "A'yep," he said.  "I guess you're a chip off of the old block."
Dad then smiled at me started to get up.  As he did he bent over and
exposed his ass to me.  It was but a short glimpse but for a moment I saw
his tightly puckered asshole buried within a dark, dense matting of hair.

	"Damn!" I said out loud.  "You sure hot a hairy fucking ass!"

	Dad turned around and smiled.  "Watch it, shit head," he growled.
"Just you wait.  A few more years and I'll be changing your name to ol'
hairy butt too.  Chip off the old block, remember?"

	Dad laughed after he said this then got dressed and said it was
time to go in.  I wanted to stay there with him on the grass, naked and
horny but we had to go in.  That night I shot a load that nearly hit the
roof and all of it was for my daddy.

	The day that changed both of our lives was upon us both.  Fall was
approaching and school was going to start in about 3 weeks.  Wrestling
practice had begun again and I usually spent all afternoon at school in the
gym with the rest of the team working out and practicing moves.  After
practice I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt over my singlet and drove
home to finish the chores I promised to finish by that evening.  After my
chores were done I walked into the garage and stripped out of my dirty,
sweaty clothes and peeled myself out of my singlet.  I threw it in the wash
and was about to pull of my jock strap and throw that in to but I kept it
on and decided to do some stretches and practice some moves on the practice
mats that I kept in there.  It was a late summer and hot at hell in that
garage and I had worked up quite a sweat.  My skin glistened with sweat and
my jock strap was completely soaked.  I was starting to get aroused by the
combination of the heat, the sweat, the feel of the jock strap on my dick
and the smell of my body.  Then I heard the door open and my father came in
from outside.  He just looked up and smiled at me and started to shoot the
breeze asking me about practice and so forth.  I continued to stretch and
practice my moves while dad did his daily routine of peeling out of his
dirty, work stained clothes.  He stood in his sweaty underwear and leaned
against the washing machine as he watched me practice.

	"You're doing it wrong," dad interjected as I was attempting to
pantomime a move.  "I've been watching you screw that move up all summer."

	"Well then how the fuck am I supposed to do it?" I replied.

	"Watch the attitude," was all dad said as he walked over to the
mats and kneeled down beside me.  He put his arm around my waist as we got
into the beginning stance.  My skin erupted in goosebumps when his hair arm
brushed up against me.  I could smell his body odor in the air mixing with
my own.

	"One, two three.go!"  Dad shouted and we wrestled for a
bit--stopping and starting over again as dad coached me with some difficult
moves.  It was one hot experience.  In wrestling you have no choice but to
grab and paw at your opponent.  To grind yourself into their body or to
reach around and flip them over and grab their crotch in the process.  But
usually when I do this the other guy is wearing a cup.  There's not much
touching of the sensitive parts but dad was just wearing a pair of sweat
soaked underwear and I was just wearing a jock strap that was exposing my
ass.  Dad kept flipping me over and in the process grabbing a handful of my
nuts in the process and running his hands across my sphincter.  And I got
my fair share of feels of his privates as well.  We were both drenched in
sweat which was making grabbing and holding onto each other very difficult
and it was more like Turkish oil wrestling than anything else.  Several
times dad was on top of me, his thick sweaty, hairy chest against mine and
his thick hairy legs wrapped around mine.  I didn't even smell like me
anymore.  I sniffed myself during a short break and I completely smelled
like my father.as if I was marked as his.  We continued wrestling and
rolling around.  I was thankful I was wearing a jock because my dick had
become swollen from the excitement.  My head was reeling in hormonal bliss
and as I spied my dad's crotch the outline of his cockhead seems to take on
more definition and press against the wet fabric more.  Was dad getting a
swollen cock too?  My heart began to race.  Time after time dad beat my
ass.  No matter how much I tried I could not win against him.  I was
getting a bit frustrated by this so I decided to try some illegal moves.
Instead of grabbing a hold of him and grabbed him by his underwear and as I
pulled him over I gave him one serious wedgie.  Dad howled and shouted out
a string of cuss words.  But he was slippery with sweat and just wriggled
out of his underwear leaving them in my hands and he picked me up and threw
me down on the matt slamming himself down on me and burying my face in his
armpit.  I sniffed it more a moment as he held me there and felt something
poking me on my thigh.  I looked down and dad's dick was big and swollen
and hanging very heavy.  Though not fully hard it was obvious he was
getting off on his.  He caught me looking down at his crotch and smiled at
me.

	"Don't think I haven't noticed that bulge in your jock too," he
replied in very low and gruff voice.

	Still feeling arrogant I took the opportunity to flip dad over and
get on top of him.  We both slipped around each other's sweaty body and my
ass inadvertently was sitting right on his face.  I snickered to myself as
I realized dad was getting a face full of my sweaty ass but then something
happened that nearly stopped my heart.  I felt something touch my puckered
ass hole.  Gentle at first then a little more forceful.  It was hot and
wet.it was my dad's tongue.  I had never felt anything like that in my
entire life.  I thought I had died and gone to heaven.  Dad started moaning
as he continued to slurp on my ass.  His beard stubble rubbed forcefully
against the delicate flesh and his tongue prodded and probed my hole.  Dad
lifted me up off of him and forcefully ripped off my jock which caused my
cock to slap against my stomach.

	"Sit on my face, boy" dad barked.

	I sat on his face and dad continued to eat my ass and moan louder.
His free hand reach around began to massage my cock and he began to pump in
hips up and down.  I reached down and for the first time felt my dad's cock
in my hand.  It was hard and unyielding and precum was glistening on the
tip.  After a while dad stopped eating my ass and stood up while I sat on
the floor.

	"He had a bit of a nervous expression on his face."  I'm sorry,
Jack.  I don't know what happened.  I'm your father for crying out loud."

	It was then that realized that dad had been lusting after me about
as much as I had been lusting after him for these past few years but his
sense of "morality" had prevented him from acting on his feelings. I sat
there looking up at the man who I had been longing for ever since I
sprouted my first dick hairs.  He stood over me, his hairy body glistening
with sweat and his chest heaving with each nervous breath.  His cock was
staring to go back down yet it was still swollen and dripping with precum.
I crawled over to where he was standing and started to lick his leg with my
tongue.  Slowly I worked my way up to his thigh and began to lap at his
nutsac.  Dad's cock returned to it's proud state and I stood up and began
to continue exploring his body with my tongue.  Up his belly and his chest.
Circling his dark nipple and even his arm pit.  The smell was intoxicating
and dad held me close as I buried my face in his dark, musky pit.  After I
stopped dad looked down at me and smiled some more.

	"You wanna make your paw real happy?" he said with a playful grin.

	I just nodded and began to squat down to give him head.  Dad pumped
my face with his cock for a while and got up a good motion going as his
balls begin to slap against my chin.

	"Yeah that's nice, son.  God you're making your ol' man feel good
right now."

	After a while of that dad pulled his cock out and with a forceful
hand pushed me down flat on the mat.  He then stood over me and squatted
over my face.  I looked up and saw that hairy, puckered ass hole of his and
has he lowered it nearer to my face a drop of sweat dripped off one of his
ass hairs which I caught on my tongue.  The moment the drop hit my mouth I
was in ecstasy. I grabbed his ass and shoved my face into it.  Into the
hair, into the sweat, into the musky odor of a man who had been working
hard in the Texas summer heat.  His tight pucker felt so good in my mouth
and I drove my tongue up his hole as far as I could get it to go.  I could
have rammed my hold head up there if possible.  I couldn't get enough.  Dad
had leaned over and had taken my cock into his mouth.  Together we 69ed
each other and the garage was filled with the sounds of our wet, slobbery
mouths and our moans of pleasure.  We stopped for a moment and dad sat on
the mat and stroked his cock.

	"Why don't you stand up and let me get a good look at you." He
ordered.  I stood up a few feet away and talked just sat there and played
with himself and stared at me.  "Lift your arms and let me see those hairy
pits."

	I did as he told me and continued to follow his orders.  "Let me
see you smell those pits, boy.  You like that smell don't you?"

	I sniffed my musky pits and nodded to dad's question.  "Yes, sir, I
do."

	"Yeah, you are a chip off the old block.  Let me see you play with
you cock for a bit, boy."

	I pumped my cock and started to speed up but dad ordered me to slow
down.

	"Now turn around and bend over.  Let daddy get a look at your ass"

	I turned and bent over and used both hands to hold open my cheeks.
Dad walked over and rubbed my ass some and inspected my hole.  He tugged on
a growth of ass hair, saying, "Yeah.you like your daddy's hairy ass hole
don't you boy.  Well I like yours.  I'm real proud of ya, son.  You're
becoming a real man.  That chest hair is coming in nicely, squirt.  You
want to have a chest like mine don't ya?"  Dad turned me over and began to
run his hands over my chest as he said this

	"Yes sir," I replied.

	"Well let's see if we can speed that along," he said with a low,
horse voice as he went back to the mat and laid down.  He began to stroke
his cock and spit on his hand a few times and got his cock all slippery and
wet.  "Come here, boy, let me eat that ass of yours some more."

	I went over and bent down as dad remained seated and ate out my
ass.  I held onto my knees and moaned and dad worked it for all he was
worth.  After a while I felt him slip a finger into my slobbery hole.  It
felt really good and I started to hump his finger and moan.  Then dad
inserted another finger.  It started to hurt and I started to pull away but
dad held me tight and eased up slightly.

	"Well go slow, okay. Nice and slow." He said.

	Dad continued to finger fuck me with two fingers.  After he while
he inserted a third.  It was tight and slightly painful but dad was gentle
and took it slow.  After a short while I was enjoying the feel of three
fingers plunging in and out of my ass.  Dad then leaned back on the matt
and ordered me to squat down over his cock.  I turned around to face him
and stood over him.  Slowly I lowered myself over his cock.  I was afraid
to actually stick his cock in me but dad guided me with a strong hand and
slowly but surely, inch by swollen, throbbing inch worked his big meat into
my ass.  Oh it hurt like hell to be sure.  Dad would ease up and lift me up
some then slowly start to work his way back in.  Before I knew it dad was
pumping his hips and driving that cock of his deep into my ass.  Every time
his fat, meat cockhead rammed into my ass my body shook with convulsions.
I could feel my own cock throbbing in rhythm and I felt like I was going to
shoot my load any minute.  Dad had reached up and with his thick, hairy
hands had begun to pinch and squeeze my nipples.  After a while dad pulled
me towards him and continued to fuck me as I buried my face in his chest
and sucked on his fat, swollen nipples.

	"Yeah you like that cock, don't you boy?" My dad growled.  "You
like the feel of that big cock that shot you into your momma's pussy shoved
up your tight ass?"  With that dad flipped me over and began to fuck my
doggy style.  My back was arched up and my ass was high in the air.  Dad
held me in this strong hairy arms and continued to plow my ass as hard as
he could.  My eyes rolled up into my head.  The smell of sex and manly
sweat filled my nostrils.  I could taste my dad's sweat and his precum on
my lips.  I could feel his wet, hairy chest pressed against my smooth back
and his heavy nutsack banging into my ass.  Then dad tensed up and squeezed
me as hard as he could.  I even felt my back pop in a few places and he let
out the loudest, feral like bellow I had ever heard.  His cock swelled in
my ass and I could feel it pressing on the sides of my ass.  Then he
exploded and shot load after load of his hot cum inside me.  I could feel
his cock pulse with each blast and he buried his dick deeper than ever
before with each thrust.  Dad and I were drenched in each other's sweat.
He leaned on me and panted for a moment and gently petted my head and back.

	"Such a sweet boy.  Such a sweet, sweet boy.  I'm so proud of the
man you're becoming, son."  Dad purred into my ear over and over again.
"Now it is your turn," he said.  Then dad pulled his semi-flaccid cock out
of my ass and lead back onto the matt.  My ass felt suddenly so empty and
all I wanted was for him to fuck me again.

	"Come and sit on your paw's face, boy." Dad ordered.

	I leaned back and sat on his face.  I thought I may have been
putting too much weight on his head but he didn't mind.  Dad continued to
eat my ass out and lap up the sweat and his own cum that poured out of my
hole.  Dad reached around while doing this and began to stroke my cock.
After only a minute I felt my gut begin to tingle and then I shot a huge
load all over my dad's chest.  All the while dad continued to eat my ass
and gnaw on my sphincter.  Once I had finished convulsing I turned around
lay on top of my dad.  We held each other in our arms for what seemed an
eternity.  I buried my face in his chest and twirled my fingers through
chest hair.  Dad had reached around and was gently running his finger
across my ass hole sending shivers down my spine.

	And that was how the rest of my summer played out.  Mom went to
work and dad and I stayed out on the farm and kept ourselves busy.  We
learned a lot about each other and dad showed me positions and tricks I had
never dreamed of.  He told me of the things he did while serving in the
Navy.  I told dad what happened between coach and I.  Dad just laughed and
winked at me.

"I guess I'll have to go to the gym and give him a scare then." Dad
laughed.  "He's got a beer can dick you say."  You and I will definitely
have to check that out."