Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2010 08:08:31 -0800 (PST)
From: D Benson <heikohuber@yahoo.com>
Subject: In the Cornfields

I grew up on a farm in Dwight, Nebraska, where my father and his father
before him grew several hundred acres of corn. And as much as I liked
working under the sun alongside my father, as much as I liked the idea of
working with my hands, when I graduated high school I decided to go to
college to see what else I could make of my life.

My dad wasn't sore about it, but he made me work my ass off every day up
until I had to leave for freshman orientation. All this happened the week
before I left. It was mid-August, and the corn was higher than my head by
that time. Of course, I'm not that tall -- five-nine in boots, but I'm
pretty big around. My senior year of high school I'd bulked up so much from
lifting weights that I started wrestling at 189 pounds, and ended up
winning states. My dad, though, he was at least six-two, maybe 240 pounds
all that farmwork, and the highest ears on the farm reached just above his
head.

On what might have been the hottest day of the summer, my dad and I were
digging up some irrigation pipe. It was hard work. The pipes were so heavy,
and both my dad and I had taken our shirts off after we'd sweated right
through them. It was a long morning of grunting and hauling, and wiping the
leaking sweat from our brows with our bare arms.

"Okay Tyler," my dad said around noon. "Let's take a break."

I just about collapsed right on the ground, which felt cool on my naked
back. My dad stood over me, and I shielded my eyes from the sun and got a
look at his chest. I always liked to look at my father's body. Not in any
kind of sick way, but just to study it. He was the first and best man I
ever got to know, and I always knew I wanted my body to look just like his
when I grew up. I wanted those same shoulders, broad enough to carry a sack
of grain on either side of his thickset neck. He had heavy pecs and biceps,
and a pretty big gut that pushed out from his torso. Nothing too fat or
bulging, just a big soft area the sat above his belt.

And hairy! My dad wasn't a gorilla, but he had hair coating his whole chest
from neck to navel, and a full beard he kept trimmed pretty short. Most of
the guys on the wrestling team shaved their chests---and even their pubes,
as I saw every now and then in the showers after practice. They said girls
liked it better, but I didn't care what they said. My dad had hair on his
chest, and so I wanted hair on my chest. I was proud of the little dark
patch that had started darkening the area between my pecs these last couple
years.

"You hungry?" my dad asked. He pulled his T-shirt out from where he'd stuck
it in the back of his jeans and wiped his forehead with it, and I saw a
flash of his hairy armpit. "Your mom's prob'ly got somethin' fixed for us
up at home."

"Yeah," I said, panting like a dog. "I'm too tired to get up. I'll meet you
there."

"Sounds good," he said and turned toward the house. As he walked away I
admired all the bulging muscles in his back, which tapered to a thick waist
and, I couldn't help notice, a pretty meaty butt. It swaggered left and
right as he disappeared into the corn. I'd never really looked at my dad
this closely before. I guess I realized I'd soon be leaving home for the
first time in my whole life, and wanted to savor every minute I had with
him.

My dad and I have always been close. I'm an only child, and so practically
as soon as I could walk I was helping him out on the farm. He coached my
little-league football team, and helped me with all my schoolwork. When I
got to high school and switched to wrestling he was just as supportive. My
mom never came to watch me wrestle. She said she loved me and supported me
in my sport, but that she just couldn't take watching me get hurt. I tried
to tell her I was never in pain, but she wouldn't listen. And it didn't
matter because my dad came to every match, home and away. Every time I
pinned one of my opponents I'd get up and find him in the audience,
cheering and shouting my name.

Soon all I could hear was the buzzing of cicadas and the horn from a
far-off train. I thought about getting up for lunch, but it was so relaxing
lying on the ground, the cornstalks rising high all around me. My hand was
resting on my crotch and before I knew it I was kneading my dick slowly
through my jeans. I guess it had been a while since I jacked off---"a
while" in those days being about 24 hours---and I was pretty horny after a
morning of hard work.

I've probably jacked off in every room of our house growing up. I kind of
made it a game. And I realized that afternoon that I'd never done it
outside before. And this might have been the last time I could. My dad had
headed back to the house and I couldn't be seen, so I started undoing my
belt. I worked pretty slowly, wanting this to last. I undid the buckle and
lifted my ass off the ground a little to pull the belt all the way out. I
brought one hand up to my chest to rub the hair there a little and tug on
my nipples. It felt so great being right in the outdoors, the big blue sky
of the Plains high over me.

Slowly I unzipped my jeans and dragged my cock out into the open air. I
held it pointed to the side a little, admiring its size. I don't have the
longest dick. Six inches, last I measured. But like me it's got a nice
thickness to it. The few girls I'd been able to convince to go down on me
had always had a hard time getting anything more than my head past their
lips. And jacking off I could just barely get my thumb and middle fingers
to touch.

I tugged on myself for a minute or so, just enjoying the feel of it, before
I decided to stand up. I didn't want to cum all over myself, so I got up on
my feet and arched my back and looked up into the sky as I jacked on my
stiff dick. It felt so fucking great. Why hadn't I done this before?

I must have been making myself feel pretty good because before I knew what
to do I heard a rustling in the corn behind me.

"Hey, son, I-"

I turned around and my dad was standing there with a surprised look on his
face. He seemed to be looking at my dick, which was now bobbing freely in
the air, a little droplet of precum glistening at the tip.

"Shit!" I said and grabbed for my jeans which had fallen down around my
boots.

"So that's why you wanted to hang back," he said. He had this wry grin on
his face.

"No, it's not that. I was just---"

"Tyler, it's cool," he interrupted. "It's nothing to be embarrassed
about. Nothing finer than rubbing one out in the middle of God's green
earth, you know?"

I had my jeans hitched up to my waist, and was about to zip myself back up
when I noticed he'd started kneading his groin through his own jeans. He
was craning is neck and looking around us, as if to see if the coast was
clear.

"Hell, I might even join you," he said. "Been a long time since I done
this."

I didn't know what to do. Was my dad really going to jack off with me? I'd
done this sort of thing once or twice with my wrestling-team buddies,
usually just jerking ourselves off in someone's basement watching a porno
they'd stolen for their dad. But I'd never even seen my own dad naked
before, and I couldn't help but be curious about his dick. Was it thicker
than mine?

He started unbuckling his belt, but then stopped and looked up at me. "You
don't mind do you?"

"No sir," I said and let my jeans slide back down to my ankles. I gripped
my dick and brought it back to life. Usually I close my eyes when I jack
off, but this time I left them open as my dad pulled his zipper down. I saw
the flash of his white briefs, which seemed a little too small for him. The
dark curls of his pubic hair were spilling over the waistband. Or maybe it
was the bulge inside that made them look a little tight. Already I could
see that his dick had a couple inches on me in both the length and girth
department.

He let out a sigh of pleasure and reached one of his paws into his
shorts. I could feel myself getting harder, and my heart started beating
faster at what I was about to see. My father hefted his junk out of his
underwear, balls and all, and let it hang out in the air for a bit. His
cock had to be a good eight or nine inches, and thick as a bottle of beer.

"Shit, dad," I said under my breath.

"Watch your mouth, kid," he said, grinning that grin of his.

"Sorry, sir. But man your dick is so big."

"Don't worry," he said. "You'll get there one of these days." He wrapped
his fist right under the big pink helmet of his dickhead and started
rubbing slowly back and forth. "I remember seeing your granddad come out
the shower one time. I was 17 or 18, about your age, and that fucker seemed
to have a hosepipe hanging between his legs. And some big-ol' balls,
too. But it wasn't that much bigger than this'n here."

He wagged his dick at me then, like some kind of puppet, and we both
laughed. It was weird just standing there in the cornfield and having some
kind of conversation while we both tugged on our dicks. But it felt so
great, and I was totally getting off on doing this with my father. It was
like the last thing we could share with each other.

I looked down at my cock and saw the whole head was shiny with precum. I'd
always been a pretty heavy leaker, and I spread it around with my thumb
before going back to gripping my dick along the shaft. With all my precum,
my fist could slip easily up over my head, and I knew I would probably come
soon if I kept that up.

"Yeah, son," my dad said. "That's good, slick it up. Get it wet." He hocked
up some spit from the back of his throat and dripped it right down on the
head of his dick. It slid down onto the shaft and he used his fist to
slather it all over. It started gleaming, all hard and shiny in the high
sun.

"Fuck that feels good," he said. "Don't it feel good?"

"Fuck yeah," I said. My dad didn't swear much, but I figured his earlier
admonishment was just a joke, and followed his cue. "It's fucking great."

My right hand going to town on my dick, I brought my left hand up to pinch
my nipples. It got me so hot I threw my head back and shut my eyes. My cock
was throbbing now in my hand and my ball sack was getting tighter.

"What's that you're doing there?" my dad said. He was watching me play with
my nipples. "That feel good?"

"Try it, man," I said.

"Never really played with my nipples before," he said, and started pinching
one. His nipples were big and dark and looked a lot softer than mine. I
wondered for a second what they'd feel like between my fingers, or my lips.

"Go slow with it," I said. "And be forceful."

He gave himself a pinch and immediately let out a loud groan. "Ooooohhhhh,
FUCK is that good!" he said. It was so loud I thought our mom might hear
it. "DAMN son, you just taught this old dog a new trick."

I started jackhammering on my cock then, at the idea of giving my dad this
new form of pleasure. I knew I wasn't going to last long.

"You gonna shoot, boy?" he said. "Come on rub it out. Let that fucking cum
fly."

I gripped myself as hard as I could and tugged faster and faster on my
thick cock. I brought my hand down from my chest and reached under my balls
pressing in on my taint, which always brought me over the edge.

"Oh shit, dad. Shit I'm gonna come!"

"Let me see you come, boy! Show me what you got!"

I turned toward him then and arched my back. I wanted my dad to see how far
I could shoot. I wanted him to be proud of his son.

"Oh fuck, here it comes." I jacked harder and harder. My fist was a blur by
now. "Oh fuck! OH FUUUUCCKK!"

My cum shot out of my cock like a cannon, and I saw it hit some of the ears
of corn between us. I looked at my father's face and his eyes were glowing,
and he was smiling at me that same way he did when I won a wrestling match.

"Yeah son!" he said. "Fuck yeah! Good boy!"

Hearing him encourage me was so fucking hot. One of my spurts flew so far
then it landed right on my dad's chest, sticking in his thick pelt of hair.

"Fuck YEAH, son!" he said and started to bring himself off. "Man, that's
hot, you tagging me with your cum. Shit, boy, that some fucking cock you
got there." He bent his knees a little and started rubbing himself
furiously.

"Such a ... fuckin' NICE cock! Can't wait ... to feel it ... inside---OHH!
FUUUUCK! YEEAAAHHHH! OHHHH YEAAAAH!"

His cum started dribbling out of his head. It was thick as hell, and milky
white, and looked so great raining down on the soil that I didn't even pay
attention to what he'd said as he was coming. I just watched the man cum,
kept my eyes on that thick stuff that made me, 18 years ago. He was so
beautiful, naked and hairy in the middle of the farm he'd worked his whole
life. I realized I was in awe of this man, ready for anything.

When he finished coming he and I just stood there letting our orgasms wash
over us. We were each covered in sweat. My dad flicked his dick a couple
times toward the ground, like he'd just finished pissing, and then I saw
him bring his hands up to his face. His tongue came out and he licked the
cum off his fingers.

I'd never tasted my own cum before, and he saw me staring and guessed what
was up. "Go ahead, try it," he said, giving himself another lick. "You made
it, so enjoy it."

I licked at my two fingers just a little, trying the taste. It was
awesome. Tangy and sweet.

"Good, huh?" my dad said.

"Yeah," I said. "Guess you taught me a trick, too."

He laughed and went to pull up his pants. "Oops," he said. "Looks like I
missed some." He dragged his finger through the spot on his chest where my
cum had hit him. Then he stuck his finger in his mouth and pulled it out
slowly, like a lollipop.

"Hey, that is good," he said. He put his hand on my shoulder, and massaged
it a little.

"Nice job, son."

I just smiled back at him and hitched my jeans back up. My dad did the
same, but as he pulled them up his legs he turned his back to me. I got a
perfect, up-close view of his hefty, hairy ass before it disappeared behind
a layer of denim.

"You ready for some real food now?" he said, looking at me over his bare
shoulder.

"Oh yeah," I said. "I'm still hungry."

We walked back toward the house with his arm around my shoulders. I had
four more days left before I'd go off to college, and I wondered what else
those days had in store for my dad and me.