Date: Mon, 26 Apr 2004 07:42:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Will S <baysidebator@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up With A Hairy Army Dad

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Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction.  If this is
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	My name's Mark and I'm an army brat.  It's been tough moving from
base to base every time I get used to a place or make some friends but
that's life I guess.  Being a staff sergeant Dad wasn't around much growing
up and when he was home he and mom usually fought.  Dad's what you'd call a
man's man, that is, he's quite a misogynist and used to men asking "how
high" whenever he says jump.  I guess mom had enough 'cause a few weeks
after my twelfth birthday she left and filed for divorce.  She was going to
take both me and my sister with her but the thought of not being with my
dad and living off base scared the hell out of me.  I guess it was the only
life I knew and I was too frightened to try something else.  So after a
long discussion with my father it was decided I would stay with him.

	Now a little about my father.  I have always deeply loved the man,
in fact I've hero worshiped him all of my life.  He's everything a man
should be and all my childhood I wished nothing more than to grow up and be
a real man like my daddy.  Dad was a tall man and at 6'3" towered over
almost every other man on the base.  He was always athletic as the photos
of his high school and early army years show and he's well muscled and
stout.  It's not the same as those fellas who hang out at a gym for 5 or 6
hours every day with perfectly cut bodies with zero body fat.  He has the
body of a man who's spent his whole life being active in sports and lifting
weights at home and from lots of honest hard work from trying to make a
living and support his family.  I love his big muscular arms and the feel
of his barreled chest as it presses up against me when he gives me a great
big bear hug--the kind that knocks the wind right out of you.  He's got
thick thighs and very tight ass that looks amazing his is army uniform.  He
keeps his hair cut high and tight and his blue eyes can go from appearing
dreamy and sexy to absolutely terrifying in an instant.  He has a square
jaw the juts out proudly and a slight cleft in his chin.  Dad wasn't nearly
as modest as he used to be when mom and my sister lived there.  As it was
just us men dad would come home and usually lounge around shirtless or in
just his underwear on his days off.  As I had hit twelve and puberty seeing
my father half naked would send me into hormonal bliss.  It was all I could
do to keep from staring at him.  Studying the pattern the hair made as it
grew abundantly on his body.  Dad was a hairy son of a bitch, no doubt
about it.  Thick dark hair grew across his wide chest and down his stomach
disappearing to his groin.  Thick tufts of dark hair poked out of his arm
pits and his legs were dusted from his feet up to his thighs.  I longed to
bury my face in those armpits but all I ever could work up the courage for
was to rub his hairy forearms when I would sit in his lap and watch TV.
Dad looked hot in his army uniform but I loved it on Saturday mornings when
we would watch cartoons together in our underwear.  Dad's were army issue
olive green briefs.  They almost seemed too tight on his muscular frame.
His bubble but filled the rear and his ample package strained the front.  I
had never seen dad's dick but I knew it had to be big from the huge bulge
he had and the shape his cock made on the fabric.  When I would do our
laundry I would always fish out his underwear and look for pubic hairs and
sniff them as I jacked off to the smell of his musky crotch.  I never got
caught doing this but part of me wished I would.

	There was something else I noticed now that mom had left; dad was
at home a lot more.  I had always thought it was work that kept him away so
much but I think he just found things to do to keep him away from home.
Now that it was just he and I dad was home a lot and we were always
spending time together or going off base to see the sights.  Dad now hosted
poker night and even though I was usually sent to bed pretty early I would
sneak out and listen to the guys tell dirty stories or brag about their
latest sexual conquests.  There was lots of drinking, cigar smoking,
belching, farting and swearing.  I liked hanging around the fellas as they
were all muscular and masculine like my dad, but part of me was scared to
think what would happen if they knew how turned on I was, and how hard my
little pecker got, from being around them.  I remember one poker night I
had woken up in the middle of the night and was thirsty.  I walked out of
my bedroom into the kitchen to see dad and the rest of the gang lounging
around the kitchen table in just their underwear except for one guy who was
totally buck naked.  I tried not to stare but he had an amazing body and a
huge snake-like cock that hung out of a thick blond bush.

	"W-w-w-w-what you doing up, sport?" my father asked with an odd
voice.

	Not taking my eyes off the naked man, "Just getting some water.
What are you all doing?"

	Dad just grinned and replied, "Strip poker and Ben here is losing
something awful as you can plainly see."

	After that dad walked with me back to my room and made sure I was
tucked back into bed.  I thought it was kind of off that all the men were
playing strip poker and I knew it sure as hell turned me on but that was
all I ever thought of it.  I thought about sneaking out to see if anybody
else would lose their clothes but the party ended from the sounds of the
front door repeatedly shutting.  After that poker night was rarely at our
house which was a disappointment in the extreme.

	Dad was always making sure I was growing up to be a "real man" as
he would say.  He made sure I knew how to excel in sports, especially
football, he took me down to the gym on the base and made sure I could box
and wrestle.  He also taught me how to repair the car or anything else that
broke down at the house for that matter.  Anytime I made a touchdown while
playing on the school team or won a boxing or wrestling match dad would
just beam with pride and talk about how proud he was of his little man.
One day I was drying off in my room after a shower when I noticed I had
started to sprout my first pubic hairs.  I went to the full length mirror
to get a better look when my dad walked past the room yacking on telephone.
He just stopped and looked at me for a second.

	"What the heck you doing in there, son?  Dad barked.

	At this point I wasn't embarrassed or upset as I was too damn
excited about finally growing some hair.  "I'm growing hair down there," I
said with pride as I pointed towards my crotch.  Dad walked in a few feet
and squinted his eyes.

	"Well hot damn!" dad shouted at the top of his lungs.  "You're
becoming a man son.  I'm proud of you.  Did you hear that, Bill?"  My dad
said to the man on the other end of the phone, "My boy's sprouting dick
hairs!  Yeah, no kidding.  Crusty sheets can't be too far off..."

	Dad's voice trailed out of the room as he continued to brag to the
man on the phone about my sexual development.  I was somewhat mortified
that dad just shared this with some guy on the phone but the look of pride
in my dad's eyes made me feel too good to be too worried.

	As the years went by and my sexual development continued dad would
always make it a point to compliment me and tell me how proud he was of me.
When I was 13 I started growing hair on my legs.  Dad got so excited and
took me out to my favorite restaurant just to celebrate the fact.  A few
months later the peach fuzz above my lips started to darken and dad said I
had to shave it off and keep it off until I was old enough to grow
something more than fuzz.  Dad had just gotten out of bed as was just
wearing his usual army issue briefs.  He lathered up the soap and helped me
brush it on my face and taught me how to hold the razor and how to give
myself a proper shave.  I cannot deny what an erotic experience it was.
Dad kneeled behind me and I could feel him pressed up against me as his
hairy chest tickled my back.  He hadn't showered yet that morning and an
intoxicating musky smell was coming from his hairy pits which were at eye
level to me.  I'm glad I was wearing underwear and my pajama pants as my
pecker was hard and dripping.  After I finished dad sent me on my way so he
could take his shower.  As I turned to leave I caught side of his bugling
briefs which seemed to be straining against his cock even more so than
usual, but before it could actually register on me dad had shut the door
and started his shower.  I sat there for a long while trying to figure out
if I had just imagined he had a hard on or if he just had a morning piss
stiffy.

	As usual dad always hosted a big 4th of July bar-b-que in our back
yard with all the fellas he hung out with on base.  I had turned 16 a few
months ago and had already began to sprout a decent amount of chest hair
and had a rather dense treasure trail.  There were a few other kids at
school who had chest hair but most of them were seniors.  I figured that as
hairy as my dad was I just going to be an early developer and a hairy chip
off the old block.  I was about to put a shirt on before heading outside to
join the party but peaked through the window first.  Most of the guys were
shirtless already being a hot, summer day in Texas.  Our backyard was full
of beautiful men with broad muscled chests.  Some were hairy like my dads,
others were as smooth as could be and glistened with sweat in the summer
sun.  I stood by the window for a while and was about to pull out my heavy
cock and squeeze off a load when my dad came in looking for me.

	"What ya waiting for, son?" My dad asked as he walked into my room.
"The food is almost ready."

	"Sorry, dad," I replied, "I was just getting dressed."

	"Well you're dressed enough, Mark.  Fuck knows it's too hot for a
shirrrr..." Dad voice just cut off quickly and he took a good look at my
bare chest.  "Well hell's bells, boy!  You're getting a hairy chest!

	Dad folded his arms across his own bare chest and jutted out his
chin.  "Now that's a sight to behold, son.  You're making your dad proud,
boy."

	I just stood there and beamed back at him.  "Thanks, dad.  Do you
think I'll have a chest like yours some day?"

	Dad stood and briefly rubbed his hand down from the top of his
chest to his stomach where is treasure trail disappeared under his somewhat
obscenely short denim cut offs.  "Yeah, Mark, I think so." Dad replied.  "I
was about the same age as you when I started going through these
changes. In no time you'll be a hairy son of a bitch just like your old man
and the bitches will be lining up to take a grind on your hairy dick," as
dad said this he winked at me and thrust his hips a couple of times while
laughing out loud.  "Now come on, son, let's go outside."

	I followed dad outside but suddenly he started banging the grill
tongs on a pot.

	"Attention!" dad shouted in his staff sergeant voice.  "I would
like to draw everyone's attention to my boy here."

	Dad placed his hand firmly on my shoulder and with his other hand
quickly drew it though my newly grown chest hair.

	"I'm very proud to announce that my son is growing his first chest
hair!"

	I stood there and puffed out my chest and flexed my muscles so that
my pecs and my six-pack stood out.  A large group of fellas raised their
arms and shouted and hollered while others shouted, "Way to go, Mark!"
After the shouting subsided I grabbed a burger off the grill and sat at the
table with a bunch of the guys who were eating.  They all patted me on my
back and congratulated me as they joked amongst themselves.

	"Hey, sergeant!" one of the guys at the table shouted.  "How about
some more beers!"

	"How about you get it yourself," dad shouted back from the grill.

	"Am I going to have to pull rank, soldier?" the man shouted back to
dad.

	Dad grinned sheepishly and grabbed some beers from the cooler.
"Your beers as ordered, master sergeant, sir." dad replied as he handed the
man a beer and saluted him.  They both laughed for a second then dad leaned
over and handed a beer to me.

	"For me, dad!" I exclaimed with wide eyes.

	"Yep!" dad replied.  "You're a man now, son.  Time to start
drinking like one.  Besides it will put hair on your chest."

	"Not that he needs any help," shouted the man next to me who
everyone called ape because he was covered in dark black hair that grew
even on his back. "Maybe we should give his beer to Kenny here?"

	Ape pointed a hairy, meaty hand in the direction of the one guy at
the table who had a smooth hairless chest.  His arms and chest were covered
in tattoos and two thick bushy tufts of blond hair stuck out from his arm
pits as he sat at the table with his hands behind his head.  A faint trail
of hair lead down from his navel into his pants and his entire body was
thick and muscular.

	"Yeah, what the fuck ever." Kenny responded.  "What's the good of
being as hairy as a gorilla if you've got a pencil dick?"

	Ape just sneered back at him, "Fuck you!  My meat always pleases!"

	"Oh really?" Kenny heckled back.  "Then why does your girlfriend
always scream and tell me I'm so fucking huge when she's riding my fat cock
when you're on duty?"  As he said this he grabbed and tugged on the rather
massive bulge that filled out the front of his shorts.

	At that point a fight broke out and the two men were rolling around
on the ground cussing and hitting each other.  Dad ended up breaking up the
fight and within half an hour the two men were drinking their beers with
their arms around each other.

	I used to spend a lot of time on the base with my dad while he
worked during the summer.  I actually spent a lot of my time in the men's
room there as it had a long trough for the guys to piss in as opposed to
single urinals with those damn privacy barriers.  I would drink glass after
glass of water so I would have an excuse to take a piss and catch a look at
a soldier's cock.  One time while wandering around I saw Kenny from the 4th
of July bar-b-que dad hosted come out of an office.  He nodded to me then
continued on to the men's room.  I immediately followed him and stood next
to him and let out an arc of piss I had been holding onto for a while.  I
peered over at Kenny who had both hands on his hips and a long and thick
uncut cock hung out of his open zipper.  I thick bush of blond wiry hairs
stuck out of the opening as well and he bended his knees slightly has he
relieved himself of a little gas.

	"You been keeping yourself out of trouble there, Mark?"  Kenny
asked.

	I sputtered for a second because I was so mesmerized by his huge
cock.  "Y-y-y-y-y-yes, sir."

	Kenny looked over and regarded me for a second and cocked his head
slightly.  Then he went back to looking down at his dick and took one hand
from his hip to grip his cock as his piss stream began to subside.  Slowly
his thumb moved up and down the shaft and he sighed slightly.  At this
point my heart was racing and my dick just flooded with blood and went from
limp to wrong hard almost instantly.  Kenny turned and regarded me again
for a second.

	"Yeah I thought so." Kenny mumbled.  "You seemed like the cock
loving type."

	With that Kenny turned and placed both his hands on my shoulders
and forced me down onto my knees.  Then, without a word, he shoved his
hardening cock into my mouth.  Piss still coated the tip and left an acidic
taste in my mouth.  Soon though he was face fucking me at a pretty good
pace and all I could taste was the precum that flowed endlessly from his
dick.  Kenny unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his underwear.

	"Yeah, lick those balls." he whispered hoarsely.

	I moved from sucking on his huge cock to licking a heavy set of
nuts that were covered in blond hair.

	"Suck those big hairy nuts, boy, and jack my cock." Kenny ordered.

	I shoved my face up into his nut sack as much as I could and jacked
his cock with my free hand as his nut hairs tickled my nose.  A few moments
later I felt his cock tighten in my hands.

	"Oh I'm gonna cum." Kenny moaned.

	I started ramming as much of his huge cock as I could down my
throat.  I started to gag as he thrust his cock deep down my throat as wad
after wad of hot cum poured down my throat.  It was at that point that my
father walked in.  Kenny froze and I started to shake with fear.

	"Corporal, "dad asked calmly, "Just what the hell are you doing to
my son?"

	"Ummmm...ummmm..." Kenny sputtered.  "Well, sarge, I was just
taking a piss and things just happened."

	"Just happened, huh?" dad replied with an acidic tone.  "Pull your
fucking pants up and get back to work, soldier.  And you, Mark, wipe that
nut juice off your face and get your ass in the car.  NOW!"

	We drove across the base and home in complete silence.  When we got
home dad and I sat in the living room and he just looked at me for a while.

	"Christ, Mark, what in the sam hell were you thinking?!?" Dad
shouted.  "Anyone could have walked on you two and if it had been anyone
but me Kenny would be in deep shit right now looking at rape charges and a
section 8 to boot.  You're too young to be doing this stupid shit."

	"But you said I was a man now.  You gave me a beer." I shouted back
with a shaky voice.

	Dad just looked at me and laughed a bit.  "I gave you a beer so
that means you can suck all the cocks on base, huh?

	"Dad?" I asked, "So you're not mad at me for messing with another
guy?"

	Dad sighed and replied, "No I'm not mad about that.  Just mad at
your lack of common sense.  I raised you to be a man and to make your own
decisions.  I just didn't think you had grown up that much.  I was 16 too
once though.  I know what it's like to be so horny all the time you can't
see straight.  I just wanted your first time to be more special than
sucking off some sorry SOB corporal in a latrine."

	"Well I didn't plan on sucking his dick," I replied, "I just wanted
a peep but he was so hung and so hot that when he shoved it in my face all
I could think about was how much I wanted to suck on it."

	Dad just grinned a little.  "So you like big dicks, huh?"

I realized that dad's pants were bulging out and you could plainly see his
cock snaking downwards.  "Well, sir," I responded, "I suppose I do...though
I wasn't very good at giving him head.  I kept scraping my teeth on his
cock."

"Well that comes with practice, son."

"So should I go out and get some more practice?" I asked with a sheepish
grin.

"Tell you what," dad said, "How about you not go out and be the base whore.
I've taught you everything else about being a man.  I guess this is just a
part of that too."  As dad said this he reached down and grabbed at his
cock and stroked it through his pants some.  He then pulled off his shirt
and undid his boots then sat down on the sofa.  "Come here, son," dad
commanded, "suck of your old man's dick for a while and let's see how good
you are."

At this point my heart was racing and my breath was quick and shallow.  I
could not believe this was happening.  I had fantasized about my father for
years but I never actually thought it would happen.  I quickly walked over
to where he was on the sofa and under his guidance unbuckled his belt and
pulled his pants and underwear off him.  Dad's hairy cock lay right in
front of my face.  I wanted to dive in and just eat it but I longed to see
it for so long I paused for a moment just to admire it.  It was fully erect
now and thick and long and made me feel inadequate when compared to his.  A
pair of large egg sized nuts hung between his legs and rested on the sofa
mattress.  His cock and balls grew out of a super thick and dense patch of
black hair and his nuts were covered in the same long hairs I used to pick
out of his underwear when I did laundry.  I placed my mouth over dad's cock
head and began to suck him off.  Moving slowly up and down his shaft and
wrapping my tongue around his head.

"Oh yeah, son.  Oh fuck that feels good!" Dad would shout.  He slowly began
to thrust his hips and fuck my face.  "Suck on that meaty cock, boy.  The
same cock that shot you up your momma's pussy!

I sucked on dad's cock and then we turned and started to 69 each other.  It
was like an electric shock the moment dad's lips wrapped around my own boy
cock.  He would stop what he was doing from time to time and give me
pointers or tips on my cock sucking style and taught me by sucking on me
what felt good and what didn't.  After a while I began to explore every
inch of my father's body with my tongue.  I worked myself up from his toes
and slowly licked his hairy legs and thighs until I got to his nuts and
paused to give them a good tongue bath.  Then I moved up his stomach and
chest and paused to suck and chew on each of his nipples.  Dad lay on the
sofa with his arms behind his head as he looked down at me and beamed with
pride.  I smiled back up at him and made a bee line for his hairy armpits
which I had to longed to lick since I first his puberty.  The smell was
musky and pungent as dad rarely wore deodorant.  "A man should smell like a
man" dad always said.  I placed my whole mouth over his armpit and licked
at the thick bush of hair and lapped up the sweat that dripped out.

Dad and I continued to suck and lick on each others' bodies for some time
then dad hoisted me up and began to lick my asshole.  I was shocked at
first but the feeling of his warm tongue on my ass made me melt and go limp
in his arms like a rag doll.  After a while dad began sticking his index
finger in my ass and playing with it.  It felt pretty good at first then
dad stuck another finger in.  It hurt a little but dad held me in this tree
trunk like arms and rocked me back and forth as he continued to fuck me
with two fingers.  After a while the pain was gone and it really started to
feel amazing.  I started to ride his fingers and thrust onto them with my
virgin boy ass.  After a few minutes of that dad lay down on the floor and
instructed me to straddle him.  Very slowly he started to work his huge
cock into my ass.  At first he just toyed with my sphincter with the head
of his cock but then he started to insert his thick, veiny shaft.  I tensed
up and moaned from the pain but once again daddy held me in his big arms
and told me how much he loved me it was alright.  In a few minutes every
inch of his fat cock was buried deep into my bowels and he began to thrust
his hips and fuck me.  Slowly at first dad work up to a hectic pace and
began to plow into my ass and tear it up.  He rammed his hips with full
force into me and started to cuss and shout while doing it.

"Yeah!" Dad shouted.  "Yeah, ride that cock, son!  Fuck that's a good tight
pussy!  Fuck yeah!"

After a while I felt dad's cock swell up inside of me.  I knew what was
about to happen from feeling my own dick swell in my hands just before it
shot when I jacked off.  Then dad let out a bellow that sounded more like a
wounded animal than something a man would make and my ass filled with his
hot cum.  Dad continued to thrust even harder now and I clenched my own ass
down over his cock and kneaded it with my muscles.  Dad fell back to the
floor and was coated in sweat.  The hair on his chest, arms and legs was
matted down and sweat poured from his face.  He pulled me off his cock and
set me over him as he started to eat my ass again and suck out his own nut
juice he just shot up in me.  After a minute of that he turned me over and
began to suck on my cock and play with my balls roughly.  After a few
moments my cock began to swell and I shot my own load into dad's mouth.  We
both collapsed back onto the floor and dad chuckled to himself and he held
me in his wet, hairy arms.  We laid there for a while as dad started to
kiss me deeply on my mouth.  I could taste my own jizz on his tongue and I
lapped what was still dripping on his chin.

Sometime later as dad and I were about to go at it again we heard the
doorbell ring.

"Who the fuck is it!" dad shouted as we lay naked on the floor together.

"It's me, Kenny, sir.  I've come to apologize and beg not to be court
martialed." said the voice behind the front door.

Dad just laughed and looked at me and winked.  "Come on in, soldier.  I
think we can work something out."