Date: Sat, 30 Jul 2011 10:22:16 -0400 (EDT)
From: kevinkellywriter@aol.com
Subject: AMISH DAD MAKES HIS MOVE

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Rumspringa is a time when for the youth of the Amish world to  run a little
wild and for parents and community to over look many small  things.  Not a
time as many English ( non-Amish believe ) for the community  to accept them
being too wild or drinking and running around or even leaving the
community to pursue sinful ways. From say 16 to 19 years little things are  over
looked much as among the English as well and chalked up to being  adolescents.
I had reached my 18th birthday and it was  both a sad and a joyous time.
Mom had been killed in a buggy accident when I was  16 and so it was just my
33 year old Father Seth and myself his only son Ira  working our farm dawn to
dust.  Dad had hire a series of housekeepers to  cook and clean for us,
none ever really staying long enough to get attached  to.
  We attended church weekly and the evening  singings and even hosted
church at our farm when it was our turn.  The  Pastors and our Bishop were always
looking out for me and talking kindly to me  as I was at the age to sow my
wild oats Rumspringa as its called. But they had  no need to worry I was
grounded but not happy in our Amish ways or at least hid  me burning desires
for my Dads sake.
   Those burning desires for me were  other boys. Every, any and many boys.
 By my 18th birthday I was the most  popular Amish boy to spend a lazy day
alone with at the pond on our farm on  an easy Saturday.
Being my Rumspringa Dad allowed me a tent there  and knowing or not knowing
supposedly, a cooler holding no less then three cases  of beer on ice.
There I held court as the Male and safe Jezebel for my  young friends as well
as their friends and friends of  friends.
By appointment only I would entertain as many as  six in a day.  One lover
would be mounting his horse while another came up  to dismount his.  I
swooned over the English boys who would discretely park  their cars on the road a
half mile away and walk to be with me in the  tent.  The English attracted
me for several reasons. First they bath more  often then us Amish who only
took a bath on Saturday nights.  The dressed  so sexy in jeans and tight
fitting shirts they to a one loved to get completely  naked with me and allowed
me to tongue bath their whole body's feet to the top  of their hair.
      The Amish Boys had  their unique sexual appeals as well.  Our hard
and demanding farm chores  made us all much more masculine and muscular then
the English with their easy  lives.  While the English boys were mostly tops
which I loved,  the  Amish went by the idea that one good deed deserved
another and I would as often  as not get a blow job from them and more often
they'd allow me to plow their  tight Amish asses and cream a load of cum in
them.  Plus strangely it was  the Amish who seemed mostly to have the larger
and thicker cocks.  It was  all prearranged and so all knew the routine of the
 afternoon.
Bring a smack
bring a rubber
bring donation of $25.00 for the beer and  time
leave on time so as not to overlap the next  appointment.  Each Saturday
I'd ride me faithful horse home dripping with  both Amish and English cum it
was both a thrill and the money mounting up wasn't  bad.
     Dad at only 33 was lonely  but never allowed it to show to me but of
course I saw it. He was by far the  most handsome man in our Amish district
The square jaw of a football player, the  tight hard body of prize fighter.
When Mom died he shaved his Amish beard  to just a five O'clock shadow and
that made him all the more handsome yet. His  jet black shinny thick head of
hair added to his tremendously good  looks. He was as I said the sexiest man
around bar none.  I can say that  having six men a week I am somewhat of an
expert on Men's cocks. With just the  two of us in the home dress rules
were casual. Dad slept in his room across from  mine and like many but not all
Amish he slept naked as I did. In the mornings  like at 5:30 Am he'd come
out of his room naked to put on our morning coffee to  have before morning
milking's of our cows. I always peeked out my slightly  opened door and watched
as his humongous large cock swayed before him  freely.  It was a master
piece of creation to behold so very thick and  uncut like mine.
   As a mental game, as excitement for  me and as hope for me I knew he'd
put on his clothes and then when the coffee  was ready come into wake me up.
I would be naked and always pose myself in a  sexy position for his coming
in to see me. Some times on my back to show and  temp him hopefully with my
round bubble ass, some times on my back with a full  hard 9 inch cock to
greet him.
   Winter that year of my 19th  birthday was harsh in Amish land. Being
winter our chores were minimal. No  fields to tend. Only four cows to be milked
the horses to be feed and that was  it. The two of us alone in that big
home. We asked our cook not to come as we  would fend for ourselves. Afternoon
chores all done and nothing to do all day we  sat reading in the living room
and then dad says.

" Oh Ira, I almost forgot, I  accepted an invitation from our English
neighbor Charley to join him as his  guest at his gym in town. I had mentioned to
him that in winter like this we two  are not keeping in shape, Charley
suggested we join his gym and workout there to  be all ready for spring
planting."

It wasn't unheard of for local Amish to join in  such things with English
friends but we two had never done this. I was oh so  ready to agree to
anything to break the boredom, then It hit me. So very many of  my English lovers
belonged to the Gym and talked of it I was suddenly afraid of  going.

" But Dad we cant go, we have no  proper dress to wear at an English gym,
they wear sneakers and shorts and  T-shirts and we have none of those."

Dad laughed and I wondered and stood there  bewildered at what it was that
was so funny in what I said because my objection  was so true. We didn't
have the proper clothes to  wear.

He rose up and stood only inches  from me and strangely he looked at my
body from toe to  head.
" You must always trust you Father  to be prepared. I had Charley buy us
both all we need to go to his  gym.
new socks, shirts, shorts and new  sneakers as well as the two of us Jock
straps which the English use. Come Ira  lets try them all on,  they are in my
bed room."

I wasn't sure I was absorbing all he said my mind  was numb that he had
bought all those things but one thing was sticking in my  mind. We were to go
into his bed room and undress and put on all new  clothes.
I'd known of jock straps from my afternoon  customers of course and I loved
how they held up a man's cock and out lined it  so sexy for me. I'd sucked
so many cocks through a jock strap and now I'd be  seeing dad in one.
Seeing his big long thick cock in one and his seeing my  big cock in one. My
objections ended there and we were in his room now naked and  me semi hard and
fighting getting fully hard in front of my  Dad.

" Ok Ira. I'll help you on with this  Jock strap. Just place a foot in each
side as I offer it. OH yes that's it your  a natural boy. Now I'll pull it
on up your legs, Yes Ira that is the way.   Now I'll kind of fit it over
your balls Ira so relax I have to touch your balls  to do that. Oh yes Ira,
Your balls are kind of big you might  need a larger one later, They are so
big Ira."

How could it not happen? How was a man of 19 not  to get a full hard cock
with his dad now holding his bare balls and fitting them  into a jock strap.
I was blushing from my hard cock situation and dad was  on his knees now,
he reached to my throbbing bare cock and was pulling  back my fore skin and
exposing my cock head that was already dripping cum.   We were silent as Dad
was softly kind of moaning and pulling the skin of my  Teen/man cock back
and forth over my dripping cock head. I had no idea even with  all my male on
male experience how to respond to this situation. This was my Dad  doing
it.  I stood still as a statue as dad was lost in moving my foreskin  back and
forth over my ample cock head.  Still as a statue,  both  frightened and
shocked, just looking down at my dad enjoying his playing with my  big bare
cock. Now one hand on my hairy cum filled balls as he massaged my  foreskin
over my raging hard cock head.
   At last my body responded all by  itself and my mouth was joining in. I
pushed forward with my cock into his  strong hand and I reached out and put
my hands on his head and found myself  saying.

" Dad, whatever happens, happens. I  am open to it all with you dad so long
as it is mutual,  OK  dad?

His strong hands came off my bare cock and balls  and then were placed on
my two hips as slowly he came up. His naked body raising  oh so slowly and my
eyes all the while on that monster bare thick cock I'd  always wanted.
Fully at his height now our two bare hard cock heads touched as  if they each
were magnets and our dripping cum was meshing, Just then Dad pulled  his hands
from my hips and placed them around my shoulder and pulled me to him.  He
moved his own hips as he did this so that his massive cock slid in between my
 legs up under my balls and we embraced and my hairy balls were now riding
on my  dad's big bare 9 inch cock was we kissed each others ears and then
each others  necks as dad was humping his massive bare cock between my  legs.
Dads hand now reaching down and moving between my  ass cheeks and his one
finger touching my hole and he whispered into my  ear.

" Ira don't think about right or  wrong now. Only think of us two enjoying
each other. I would love to make you my  lover and I would like to be your
lover tonight."

Just our dumb luck at that moment just after I had  told dad I would be his
lover all the way and he mine a knock came to the door,  A voice that of
Charley called out.

Hey you guys ready? Its gym time  guys."

Dad and I separated and broke out in a laugh at  the bad timing. dad called
out.

" Door is open Charley, come on it  help yourself to a beer in the ice box.
( it actually is an ice box  )

We hurriedly dressed in our new clothes trying as  best we could to loose
our hard cocks and joined Charley for a beer before  heading in his car to
the English gym but with our secret smiles on our faces  knowing what lay
ahead that night on our boring no more Amish  farm.
More will happen in the gym but I hope you get the  picture?


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