Date: Mon, 4 Aug 2008 16:23:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: n/a <jordongeff2004@yahoo.com>
Subject: father-in-law-confidential - Part 4 (Prequel)

Moving Day Memories by jordongeff

As with most works of fiction, there is plenty of real life experience
blended into this story. This actually happened - up to a point...
Enjoy. -GJ

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	I had boxed up everything in my three room basement apartment and
was waiting patiently for my father-in-law Edward to arrive with his pickup
truck.  School was over and I was moving back in with my in-laws for the
summer break and I was glad to be finally getting out of the place. I had
been renting the basement of this small house all year and while the folks
upstairs were nice they were just a bit too intrusive for an older student
who wanted his privacy.  However, it was a Tuesday morning and by 8
A.M. the upstairs was empty and the entire house lay silent above me as I
sat looking out the ground level basement window watching for Edward to
arrive.

	The new summer breeze was cool and sweet and I sat quietly looking
up at the clouds, with growing anticipation of Edwards arrival. I had a
secret crush on him for years.  Physically he was a ruggedly handsome bear,
about 5'5 and portly -- a mature physique I like to call it, with a little
salt and pepper hair around the temples.  He had a warm, inviting smile
that could melt an iceberg, and he was friendly and fair and was always
will to help others. His no nonsense, masculine attitude was always
balanced with his gentle demeanor making him a most huggable 60ish bear.

         Apparently Edward was as much of a bull as he was a bear. My wife
had commented on more than one occasion of her father's seemingly
insatiable appetite for sex, as her mother had confided to her that
"nightly" was the norm.  Also, at two different occasions I remembered him
describing himself as having "a big one", but I paid no mind to his
bragging until some time later when talking about "honeymoons" and my
mother-in-law spoke of how afraid she was when she (a young virgin at the
time) saw the size of him on their wedding night.  Their honeymoon
consisted mainly of him breaking her of her fear of his "big one" - he was
a very kind, gentle man with no hang-ups about sex and he apparently taught
her well from the beginning. Over the years I had built up quite a mystique
over the man and my lust for this horny old bear lead me to many a ball
busting fantasy sessions.

         I was sweating, both from the morning sun beating down on me and
from the lusty thoughts I was having imagining my big, hairy bear Edward
shagging his wife with his big one. Bordering on obsession, I had many of
those "don't think about a white elephant" situations whenever I was around
him. I was consumed with thoughts of "just how big is it?" and I was intent
on trying to estimate measurements of his cock and balls by constantly
"crotch watching" him at each and every opportunity. I closed my eyes and
recalled an image of him sitting in his lazy bay, with his dark, grey chest
hair over flowing the opening of his white V-neck under shirt.  He wore
thin suspenders clipped onto his relaxed, loose fitting blue jeans and the
crotch clearly outlined a full, round package pressing outward with the
promise of a substantial twig and berries.  My cock was stiff as I
continued to remember various glimpses of his packaged goods, and I
unzipped my jeans and stroked myself slowly as I waited for him to arrive.

         Minutes later he still hadn't shown up, so I decided to take a
quick shower to freshen up before he arrived and I stripped naked and
tossed my clothes in a pile by the window. My mind was still conjuring up
all kinds of images of Edward's horny old body and my cock begged to be
stroked so I lingered, with glazed eyes, by the window stroking my cock
with more intensity than before.

         I watched his truck pull in off the road. The basement window was
level with my head so Edward couldn't see me as he pulled up the long
drive. I had a few minutes before he actually got to the house and my mind
was racing, fully aroused, partially insane with lust as I decided what to
do next.

         With no time to think anything through, I dashed to the bathroom,
leaving the door wide open and climbed into the shower. The shower was on
the far wall of the small bath directly across from the open door. What
made this decision so exciting for me was the clear, vinyl shower curtain
which was completely transparent except for the water droplets on its inner
surface. An accidental moment of voyeurism would be awaiting Ed when he
made it to the doorway and I was shuddering with excitement as my crazy
plan unfolded.  I really didn't know to expect, but this innocent act of
accidental exhibitionism was worth the risk.

         I blasted the shower and started stroking my cock. I quickly
worked up a lather of shampoo on my head and I heard him calling my name as
he entered my box filled apartment. I pretended not to hear him. When I
knew he was standing in the doorway I thrust my head under the shower spray
and grabbed hold of my throbbing cock again. The sound of soap and water
slopping about the shower created quite a din that could easily account for
why I didn't hear him, should he ask. My fist pounded my cock with loud
sloshing, sucking sounds as the soap and water ran down my chest and over
my cock and balls.  Edward didn't make another sound, but from the corner
of my eye I could see his silhouette in the door way, blocking the light
from the window.  A did a quick tip of my head and I could clearly see that
he stood in the doorway, watching in silence.

         A minute later I groaned an obviously orgasmic groan as I pumped a
load out onto the shower floor and watched it wash down the drain. I rinsed
off and shut down the shower. The hot steam was rising as I pulled back the
curtain and with half closed eyes I fumbled for a towel I knew wasn't
there. More dramatic effect I hoped.
         "You looking for this?", Edward said as he handed me a towel.

         "Um, what?", I asked, trying to sound startled, standing there
dripping with my cock still semi hard, "How long have you been here?"

         "Long enough to know you cleaned more than just behind your ears."
he said smiling with squinted eyes.

I visually assessed the effect my show might have had on him. I quickly
scanned down his shirt, down over his perfectly round belly, past his black
belt to his crotch region, hoping for some sign of life on Jupiter. My
breath stopped and I froze. There was definitely something going on down
there because there was a noticeable increase in the size of his package,
something visibly pressing along the length of the zipper on his pants.

         Before I could stop myself I blurted out, "Sometimes you have to
do a one man play. I see you approve of my performance?" I tried to divert
my gaze by towel drying my hair.

         "Hell, we've all played that part before, son, don't you worry,"
he said chuckling. "That's nothing to be ashamed of, but I've never been
one for going solo unless I had to."

         Without a pause, taking me completely off guard, he turned
sideways toward the toilet right next to me and unzipped and pulled his
cock out. "Christ, I've had to piss for the past 45 minutes and I can't
hold it any longer."

         I watched what seemed like a slow motion replay as he held his
semi engorged trouser snake in his hand and began to void his bladder. A
heavy, forceful stream of liquid gold flew from the tip of his wide, fat
cock head, battering the bowl and turning the water to thick frothy
bubbles, like the head on an expensive ale.

         "What's that?" he asked, turning to face to me while continuing to
pee.

         "Did I say something?" I asked, forcing myself to lift my eyes
from his beautiful cock.

         "I thought I heard you say, 'WOW'," he said, chucking again and he
smiled down at his dripping cock as he finished his pee, "It's been know to
have that effect on people."

         I had no doubt that the word "WOW" had escaped my lips as my jaw
fell open while watching him do his job in the toilet. My wildest fantasy
of this man packing such a long, thick member was fully realized. My cock
hardened again and gave me away - I was hot for the old bull and I was
hoping he'd approve.

         The time for caution was over.

         "You want to wash off? I have an extra towel in a box over there,"
I said, stepping out of the shower onto the bath mat on the floor behind
him.

         There was a slight pause before he responded.

         "I haven't showered yet today I got up so damn early to drive out
here.  The folks up stairs are all gone out?" Edward asked, still holding
his cock out over the toilet.

         "For the day I think." I said.

         Without another word Edward slipped his cock back into his pants
and proceeded to pulled his golf shirt up over his head, revealing his fur
covered chest in all it's grey glory. I was mesmerized as I watched him
lean back against the vanity, unbuckle his pants and then step out of them,
one leg at a time. His white Fruit of the Loom briefs were filled to
capacity at the groin and the outline of his semi hard member wrapping down
over his ball sack was clearly visible. His fur covered chest was mostly
grey around the nipples and between his titties, but jet black down over
his belly and around his belly button. I visually followed a wide trail of
black hairs from his navel that disappeared down into his underwear, in
startling contrast to the whiteness of his briefs. I found this image
sensual and arousing.

         "So the stories are true," I said while eyeballing his package.

         "That all men are equal until they meet in the shower?" he asked
grinning.

         "You've just proven that! But I remember you mentioning that you
'Had a big one', and Jesus you weren't kidding!"

         "Well, when you got it, flaunt it.", Edward said, "and I'm not one
to exaggerate the facts." And with that he turned and leaned over the tub
and turned the water on in the shower. While he tested the water and
adjusted for temperature, I grabbed hold of my cock and stroked it, behind
the veil of my towel, while watching him from behind. I loved the way his
white briefs pulled tight over his ass and I could see the shadow of his
ass crack through the thin cotton.  The urge to reach out and run my hand
along the crack and curves of his ass was intense.

	When the water was just right he turned and balanced himself on the
vanity and slipped his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his briefs,
pealed them down and stepped out of them. He seemed not to notice that I
just stood and stared -- I was unable to make sense of that I was seeing.

	Edward was built like a big old bull from heaven. His thick crop of
pubic hair framed a most delicious looking center piece and the angle of
his pubic bone served up his cock and balls as if on a small platter. His
cock and balls looked heavy and substantial. They were a toasty, dark brown
and his nuts hung in dark contrast against his milky, un-tanned thighs. My
cock began to throb, at the height of its hardness, and I moved the towel
in front of me once again. He climbed into the shower and I continued to
take care of business.

	I watched him through the clear shower curtain as he let the water
soak into his hair. He turned once, wetting his body and then reached for
the shampoo and began washing his hair. I pulled slowly on my cock as I
watched him work up lather and then shampoo his chest hair. I watched him
slather shampoo foam down over his belly and into his pubic patch. He
worked up some suds in the hairs there and swirled his cock and balls
around in the foam. I watched him carefully and I could clearly see him
glancing at me through the curtain as he went through the motions.  My cock
ached for release as I watched him take hold of his suds covered cock and
pull it a few times while cleaning around the head with his fingers.

         He pulled back the curtain and said, "Solo just doesn't work for
me. Do you mind giving me a hand?"

         I hesitated, not sure what he meant and when he noticed I wasn't
moving he said, "Come on now, I don't bite. I just need you to wash my
back."

         "Oh. Sure." I said, moving to the edge of the tub.

         "You can't get the job done from out there, son. Get in here. It's
no different than if we were at the gym shower."

         Yeah, right, I thought.

	I stepped into the shower and I swear I was so hot I would have
burst into flames had it not been for the spray from the shower. There
wasn't a whole lot of room and I stood behind Edward with his back facing
me. He twisted backwards and squirted some shampoo in my hand. I began to
gently soap him up. He was incredibly hairy all over his back and I was
again turned on by this beautiful bear under my hands. I worked up a nice
lather all over his back and began to press a little harder with my
hands. I grabbed hold of both sides of his neck muscles and worked the
muscles firmly with my thumbs. He rolled his head from side to side.

         "God, that feels terrific," he said and I could feel him lean back
against my hands, prompting me to press harder, "Just keep going, son."

         I let my hands drop to his lower back. I worked the soap into the
area just over his buttocks, pressing firmly with my thumbs into the
muscles there.  He leaned forward and placed his hands on the shower wall
in front of him and pushed his ass a little higher in the air. I let my
hands fall just a little lower. He pushed his ass back against my hands. I
ventured a little lower and had my hands down over his ass cheeks. I began
to knead the flesh like warm bread dough and he pushed back harder,
grinding his ass in small circles.

         "If it feels good do it," he said, still grinding his ass, "So
don't stop what your doing, son. It feels great."

	He didn't have to ask me twice. I worked up a rich lather over his
small, hairy ass. He stood up and reached back and grabbed both my hands
and pulled me up against his back. My raging hard on pointing skyward
nestled in the crack of his ass. With his hands on mine he guided me
through his wet, matted chest hairs and he dwelled long enough to let me
twist his nipples between my thumb and fore finger before he forced my
hands down over his big, hard belly. My hands passed slowly through his
pubic patch and I loved the feel of his hairs, all wet and slick, as they
passed between my fingers. He was grinding his ass back hard into my
throbbing cock when he forced my hand onto his thick, fully erect member.

	I gasped and my breath caught in my chest.

         "You think I don't know that you want to feel my big cock in your
hand?"  Edward rasped, guiding my hand over the length of his rigid member,
"I told you I don't like going solo. And judging from the cock against my
ass you are more than happy to help out." Edward said.

         Happy was not even close - heart stopping, earth shaking was more
like it.  His cock was slick with soap and I ran my fist down over the
length of his long, thick cock. My knees weakened, but I held on tight. His
cock head was fully engorged and inflated and I rubbed my fingers over the
big, slippery knob.

	I sank to my knees in the shower and buried my face into the crack
of his ass.  Water rushed passed my lips as I continued to suck and tongue
at his hairy, wet hole and I reached up between his legs to fondle him
again.

	I found his balls, thick and round and still slick with suds, and I
rolled them around playfully, balancing them on the back of my hand like
two hefty stones in a wet sack.  I reached up and grasped his rigid member
in my fist and I stroked him, completely and firmly working the length of
his shaft while continuing to press my tongue into his tight, hot ass.

         I pulled my hands back and quickly started massaging his ass hole
with my index finger. He pushed back onto it as I got a second finger
inside him. I moved it in and out and pulled it from side to side to loosen
him up. I pushed a third finger into his ass and he let out a groan.

         "Ohhhh yeah, that feels good son", he said, catching his breath,
"show daddy what you got."

         I stood up close behind him and pushed the head of my cock into
his loosening ass hole and began to fuck him.

         "I want to make you feel good, pop", I said and I reached around
and pounded on his hard cock once more, which was throbbing harder than
ever in my little hand. Before I knew what was happening I was releasing a
load of cum into his ass. I finished quickly and Edward turned round and
forced me to my knees in the tub. The hot shower spray was hitting his back
as he grabbed hold of his cock and began stroking it hard and fast, aiming
his one eyed monster into my open mouth.

         "I'm cumming!" he gasped.

         I grabbed hold of his tight, wet ball sack and I could feel the
muscle under his big nuts flexing as he erupted.  I stuck out my tongue and
opened my mouth. He held my head steady and sprayed his thick, white seed
into my mouth. I swallowed his spunk as Ed planted his cock into my
mouth. With both hands on my head, he pumped his hips and plunged his cock
down my throat. My pain was his pleasure, and with watering eyes I moved
under the guidance of his strong, persuasive hands. His cock was not
softening and continued to stay hard.  He slowed down to a sensual,
rhythmic grind, running almost the full length of his cock past my lips.

	I watched him fuck my mouth for several minutes. I looked up into
his soft, gently face and watched him close his eyes and heard him whisper
bits of "ooooh", "ahhhh", "Soooo niiiii'sssss".

	I ran my hand back under his balls and found his ass hole once
again. I worked my fingers back into him as best I could while kneeling in
front of him. He bent his knees slightly as if to urge me deeper into his
beautiful butt.

         "Fuck my ass, son. Fuck my ass while I wash your tonsils."  The
next thing I knew he was head fucking me harder than before. I pushed my
fingers into him while twisting my hand slightly and buried my fingers past
the knuckle.  My thumb was pressing on the muscle between his ass hole and
his ball sack and I gripped him with my two fingers planted deep inside
him.

         Edward gasped, "Ummm, suck that cock son. Oooooo, Jesus!
Yeahhhhh," and I felt him shudder and pulse in my throat as he unloaded a
second round of hot jism into my belly.

         "Ummmm", was all I could say as he stood before me with his cock
in my mouth, I just listened, sucking gently, motionless, while his
breathing slowly returned to normal.

         He began pulling his meat out of my mouth as I sucked hard on his
waning erection and there was a wet "pop" as the head of his cock escaped
my lips. I looked up at my beautiful bear of a man, amazed that I had
managed to get so much of his big fat cock into my mouth. I was equally
amazed at the double header -- I had tasted two loads of cum from this
amazing old bear. I pulled him close and nestled my face against his
crotch, pressing the hot flesh of his cock and balls to my cheek.

         "I love you, pop," I said, looking up into his smiling face.  I
sucked the deflated head of his cock into my mouth and cleaned him with my
tongue, making swirl after swirl over the knob.

         "I love you too, son. But lets not get caught in here so we can do
this again some time," and he smiled with his big, squinted eyes, "I have
much, much more still to teach you."