Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2011 21:19:45 -0700 (PDT) From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com> Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 3. Bull Dad Pt. 4 This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all characters is entirely a figment of the author's imagination. For those of you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving at this time. This story may contain scenes of a graphic nature between father and his sons, or under age boys and adult males, which may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. 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I'm now only a half inch shorter than Dad, but never developed a physique like his. Always active and doing my part on our construction jobs, I've stayed slender and toned. My blond hair became sandy brown, and I grew a short beard to hide the boyish face I've never outgrown. The hairy legs, stomach, chest, and forearms of Dad's were never to transfer over. As Dad and I've talked over the years, though, I've found out it's a trade off. Interestingly, Dad always wished he was less hairy at the same time as I was wishing the opposite. Mom and Dad are still both going strong and working in their respective fields. Mom still looks the same, though her hair color gets some help these days. Dad's only gained one pant size, though you'd never know it. His body looks exactly the same at fifty-nine as it did at thirty-seven when I first slid my lips over his cock and he pretended to be asleep. There's only a little red left in his now mostly grey hair, though his strong German features and dark Italian skin still make him the most handsome man I've seen. I've come across a number of men who looked similar to Dad, and even experimented with a couple over the years. None of them ever compared. Neither my mom or my wife have ever had any reason to suspect anything as Dad and I have good reason to spend time together alone. He still works for the electric company, though he now manages several supervisors. When I need help with electrical work, which is at least twice a week whether any real work needs to be done or not, Dad has to come after his job. Whether because it turns him on or because he knows it turns me on, we've never talked about it, he always hauls his bulky frame from his truck in that dark blue uniform that so fascinated me when I was young. The only difference is that there are no longer boxers underneath. Whether he sheds them before driving over or just doesn't wear them at all any more, I don't know. I just know I like seeing his heavy cock swinging obscenely and freely under those dark pants. Whether rough or relaxed, he's still never touched my dick. And, sex is always on his terms. Where, when, and how is up to him. Only on that first night in the basement, have I had any say in the matter. I tried starting an arguement with him once years ago when I him to know I wanted it rough. Instead, he stormed off and didn't speak to me for a week. I learned, though, that trying to refuse him and making ex- cuses for not wanting him to fuck me achieved exactly the response I desired. Dad had been supposed to come by the work-site tonight, but still hadn't arrived when he called on my cell phone. He wasn't going to make it, afterall. There was a problem with one of the remote distrubution stations and he was going to have to go out there. I was disappointed, and also worried. There'd been a number of vandalism and robbery occurrences lately in the area. It was a new sub- division going up and deserted after dark. Knowing Dad was coming, I'd piled a bunch of stuff over where he was going to need to work. I did this often and blamed it on the crew just so we'd have more time together and he'd work up a sweat. That 'Dad smell' of big hairy sweaty man still drove me crazy, so I liked to make sure it was thick and heavy on him before we'd get down to him fucking my face and ass. Tonight, though, I was going to have to move everything back by myself and in the dark. I was about halfway done when I thought I heard something behind me. There was nothing there when I turned, but my nervousness in- creased into fear at being out there alone with no lights and the knowledge of the recent break-ins. Seconds after I'd turned, my worst fears became a reality. Some unseen force shoved me to the ground and knocked the air out of me as a solid block of weight slammed down and pinned me into the grass. This was no thin wiry crack addict. This was a big man, and heavily muscled as well from the feel of his weight on top of me. "GET OFF ME! HELP!!" I yelled in both anger and fear, only to be met with some kind of bunched up fabric being stuffed into my mouth and then a bandana or something being tied around my head to hold it in place. Because it felt like a bandana the thought that this might be a gang member crashed into my thoughts. Now, I was terrified. Was this big bruiser alone, or were there others with him? Would they just ransack the trailer-office and hydraulic tools? Or, would I end up beaten or dead??? Another bandana was secured over my eyes. Oh, fuck...this wasn't good..... Another one went around my neck. Shit, this was bad...this was very bad! My legs got pinned under those of the big man on top of me after only one kick, and then my wrists were pulled behind my head and tied together with what felt like yet another bandana. Jesus, how many did this guy have??? Next, he used a fifth one to secure my bound wrists to the one around my neck. He lifted the upper half of his body off mine and settled back sitting on top of my butt. From the weight resting on me, there was no doubt but that this was one solidly built man. I felt him moving around and doing something just as my phone signaled that a text message had come in. Please, please, please, let it be Dad saying he was coming over afterall!!! My assailant got up and flipped me over onto my back. He stood there a moment instead of leaving and then dropped to his knees across my chest. The bandana at my mouth was jerked down and what- ever he'd shoved inside was pulled out. Without the use of my hands, I knew not to yell again and risk retribution. So, I just laid there in the cold sweat...fear knotting inside my stomach. I felt something pressed against my upper lip and my nostrils. The big spongy head of a long fat cock. Precum bubbled out and across my lip, some of it making its way a little inside my nose. I felt him pull back to my lower lip and press down to let me know he expected me to open my mouth for him. I kept it closed. There was no telling what this thug could have! More than not wanting to catch some horrible veneral disease, though, I didn't want to get beaten up or killed. So, I gave in when he pressed harder. Any other time, I would have been incredibly turned on as the fat meaty cock slid inside and filled my mouth. Another dose of precum flowed from the head and over my tongue. The rich flavor was so intoxica- ting, I wrapped my tongue first around one side and then the other. No sound came from above me as the sturdy shaft flexed and strained against the back of my throat. While the man it was attached to scared the hell out of me, there was no denying that nursing on that thick slab of cock was turning me on. He withdrew and then dropped forward onto all fours. In his new position, he slid his cock in again and didn't stop at the back of my throat. All the years of sucking my father's huge cock had prepared me for having my throat stretched out around a fat piece of meat. While I had experimented a few times with other men with Dad's look and build, none of them had boasted a trouser-pipe like Dad's until this big criminal now cram- ming his horse-cock down my throat. Other than our two sets of breathing, the only sound I heard from him was a sharp inhale and exhale when my throat began massaging the man's thick cock instinctively from the need to breathe. He pulled back out and then slid forecfully back in. Becoming lost in the excitement and forgetting to remain scared, my lips sucked at the hairy base of the man's magnificent manhood and my tongue struggled to lap at what I could reach of his furry nutsack. My mind came to the surface and flashed to the reality of the situation. An unknown man had come to the jobsite for what he could steal. Since few burglars and vandals are gay, I was confused by this straight thug's decision of forcing me to suck his cock. I was grateful, however, I wasn't being beaten, knifed, or shot. Precum was flowing heavily inside my mouth and down my throat when he hauled his meat out of my throat and rose to his feet. My shirt was yanked over my head and arms, but not off me. My hard dick slapped up against my stomach when the man's hands reached down to open my shorts and jerk them off my legs. Naked from my neck to my shoes, I felt his body drop down on top of mine once more. The coarse scratchy fabric of his shirt and slacks moved against my skin, reminding me of the feel of Dad's uniform shirt and slacks. I groaned against the solid weight of him pressing me into the ground as a rough beard and thick lips latched onto my left nipple. I convulsed and arched my back as my nipple sent its usual jolt of electricity into my head and balls. The hairy mouth suctioned, strong teeth nipped, and his tongue flicked maddenlingly over the reactive nub. I felt the thick head of his cock nudged up against the base of my balls near my ass- hole. I was now groaning repeatedly. I wanted to grab my cock and jerk myself off as the big stranger used my nipple to inflame my whole body. The denial of the ability to do that by having my hands tied behind my neck only seemed to exaggerate the excitement bursting through my nerve-endings. I was writing underneath him and the volume of my groans was rising by the time he pulled off and lifted my legs. The excitement fled instantly. "No, please, not that. Take my wallet, take my truck...take any- thing you want. But, please, don't do this." I begged, pathetically. I was only met with silence. I could tell he was jacking himself off as he rubbed the meaty head of the cock I'd yet to see up and down the tight pucker of my ass. At first, I thought he was going to comply and simply beat off on my ass. When he began attempting to force that huge battering ram inside, I realized he'd only been using his precum to thoroughly lube me up. I wasn't prepared for this. I'd sucked a few other cocks, but Dad had been the only man to fuck my ass. I beared down as hard as I could in the only way I had available with which to attempt to stop him from raping my butthole. He pushed in anyway. "AAAGGGGGGGHH!! NO!! NO!! OH, GOOD GOD!! STOPPPPPP!!" The pain that tore through me was blinding. I had to ease up some because I was only making this worse. I still bore down on him, but not to the point that the pain was unbearable. I fought against him and tried my best to expel that huge cock from inside my pain-wracked body. But, the thief and vandal was much bigger, stronger, and more determined. I struggled harder as more of that massive invader shoved its way into my ass and spread me painfully wide. All I could do was wince and grit my teeth against the constant increasing stretch. A huge hand reached up and grabbed my jaw in a vice-grip, sliding under one knee and lifting my ass high for his demanding cock. My other leg slid around his waist automatically as if this man was a lover and not some criminal who'd tied me up in order to force me to unwillingly take his cock. The rough and calloused hand easily spanned the full length of my jaw. This guy had to be seven feet tall from the size of his hands, but his body felt like it was about my own height when he'd laid across me earlier. The harsh grip on my jaw forced my head back and lodged it into the grass and ground underneath, anchoring my body at the opposite end of his forced. His free hand pulled back and crashed down onto the left cheek of my ass. I could just imagine the entire cheek blushing red from the size of that huge paw and I felt his cock flex its girth in response to the automatic clenching of my ass. Again and again, he slapped my ass and made my ass-ring jump and spasm against his massive invading meat. I could feel the thick head and shaft as it moved deeper inside me. I could feel the walls of the tunnel of my ass being straightend out to accomodate the monster he was stuffing inside me. I could tell exactly where that broad head was as it pushed past my crotch, past my waist, and up toward the inside of my stomach. That feeling I'd always gotten of being stuffed impossibly full with Dad's cock radiated through me like a tropic heatwave rising to full strength. The minute he was impaled inside me, he began slowly drilling that long fat cock in and out of me. The deep lazy strokes emphasized the envious length of the man's meat as it stroked across my taut sensitive ass- ring. The swats to my ass became slower and distracted as he began a cold, leisurely stroll of his anonymous horse-cock in and out of my hole I began whipping from side to side, trying to scoot out from underneath him. The pleasure setting my nerves on fire at the same time as the fear of how this might end fought for control of my mind. He reached down and swatted my dick painfully to one side and then backhanded it even harder in the other direction. His message was clear...either take it, or it's about to get worse. Then, he did a strange thing. He yanked my shirt all the way off my head, dropped his body on top of me, and pressed his mouth to mine. A fat tongue dove inside my mouth as a heavy beard scraped against my upper lip, chin, and cheeks. My eyes flew open under the blind- fold as his thrusts into me became rough and demanding. It felt like he was permanently hollowing out my insides with his mammoth fuck-pole with his powerful lunges at the same time as he assaulted my mouth with his tongue. I wanted to resist, but the thick tongue diving into my thoat took the feeling of his fat cock lunging in and out of my now swollen hole up to a new level of overwhelming pleasure. His pounding of my ass became more needy and demanding at the same time as his tongue down my throat became more insistent and fevered. As my head was being ground into the grass by his powerful mouth, the bandana around my eyes loosened and began to rise up onto my forehead. When I realized I could see from underneath, what met my eyes shocked me senseless! "DADDY?" He only growled into my mouth, the feel of it vibrating down my throat and into my chest. Up until this, his fucking of me had been different than ever before as if he'd altered his usual approach to keep me from realizing it was him. Now, though, he pulled all the way out and then slammed back in true ass-destroying Dad style. I yelled and gasped into his mouth as his strong lips muffled my loud response. The sudden change into the complete exit of his huge cock and then brutal slamming my ass-ring aside to plunge deep within my bowels immediately sent me crashing over the edge. Dad ripped the blindfold from my head, let go of my leg, and pulled me with him as he rolled to the side and onto his back. This was also something he'd never done before! I was now straddling his waist on my knees, my dick spewing its load up into his beard and across his furry chest and stomach. His back and neck arched as his massive hands grabbed my hips. He began lifting me bodily all the way off his towering cock and then slamming me back down. I felt my eyes roll back from the repeated impact at the same time as I felt his cock swell to its limits and begin flooding my ass with his heavy load. "Ohhhh god, son......." he groaned as he bred my ass with that gushing load that always amazed me in the way it seemed everytime as if it would never stop pumping from his incredible cock. I doubted I would ever stop being obsessed with the massive amounts of cum his cock was still able to spew into my guts. In this position, I could feel more of his cum than usual streaming from my sloppy hole. I could just picture it in my mind bathing his big hairy balls and pooling in thick gobs on the grass beneath. I shuddered in in the heat the flowed over me at the thought. "Son... Son..." he reached up and clasped my face in his big hands. His words coming between heaving breaths after his thrusts had stopped but his cock still continued jerking and unloading more of his seed deep within my body. "Ryan....you jus' don't know how much I love you, son." Keep- ing his fat meat still lodged up inside me, he pulled me down onto his chest. My head slid to the side of his as my chest and stomach matted my cum into the thick coarse hair covering his torso. "Dad, I know. I..." He cut me off and raised me up just enough to look me in the eyes, his darting back and forth from one to the other. "No, son, you really don't. If I lost your mother... Well, we've had a lot of years together and anything could happen at our age. I'd be okay, I'd be able to get through it and move on. You, though...I couldn't. If any- thing happened to you, I'd never recover." "You're the best any man or woman could ask for in a son," he went on, "I thought I'd surprise you t'nite when one of the other supervisors was closer and offered t' jump in for me. When I got here and saw you alone in the dark, I decided t' throw you a curve ball since it's always been pretty obvious you like it when I'm kinda rough with ya." I let him go on as it seemed important for him to say everything on his mind. "I kept thinking, though, what if something like this happened to you for real." His hands slid from my face to rub warmly up and down my shoulders. His eyes fell from my face to my chest before he spoke again. "I've never been attracted to men, guys, and certainly not boys. I'm still not. It's only you." He looked up with a thoughtful squint across his strong German features. "You are a good lookin' guy, son. The fact that I see, but you never notice, all the women and men looking you over only makes you even sexier. That's not it for me, though. I wouldn't be wanting you like this if I didn't love you more than my own life. So when I say you really don't know how much I love you, I just don't see how you can know how very much you mean to me." He wasn't through, so I continued to take in all that he had to say. "Yes, you're thirty-eight...but you're still my boy. It's still my job t' keep you safe and make sure you're happy. I don't want you out here on a job site in a deserted area like this alone. Wait for me somewhere safer in the future, okay?" I struggled with the lump in my throat. Dad had never voiced feelings like this before. I knew he'd loved me all these years. He was right in saying that I didn't know how deeply, though. "Okay, Dad." I finally managed to get out. I slid my eyes from the intensity glowing in his. Briefly I took notice of a pair of his boxers and several bandana style handkerchiefs laying in the grass. Remembering he always carried extra handkerchiefs in the truck solved one mystery. And, seeing his boxers answered my question about whether he'd stopped wear- ing them altogether or only stopped wearing them for me. A gentle smile crossed his face before he eased me back to rest upright against his crotch, his thick cock still spreading my heavily leaking ass- hole. His smile widened playfully as he admitted, "Oh, and, that text message that came in for you? Ummm, that was me. Saying, I hoped you were having a good time." His smile faded into seriousness. He eyelids lowered appreci- atively a bit as he dragged his eyes to my spread thighs and then back up to my face. "Son...man, you really are a damned good-lookin' boy...a damned good-lookin' man." His voice was almost a whisper as his big hands stroked my thighs. I felt his cock flex and begin regaining its full hard strength. "Ryan..." One hand slid up to cup the side of my face and pull me back down against him. His hips pulled back and then moved his thick shaft back into the hilt. Our eyes were welded together only inches apart when I respon- ded quietly, brimming with love and returned heat. "Daddy.." His eyes drifted closed as his lips opened and moved over my own. His tongue slid in and filled my mouth again as the contact flowed over me as if I was being lowered slowly into a warm bath. Somehow his filling my mouth with his kiss was even more intimate and excrutiatingly sexual than the feel of the powerful thrusts of his huge cock. I groaned against his tongue as my own dick hardened and pres- sed into Dad's cum-drenched hairy stomach. He pulled back only for a moment, sliding one big hand to the back of my head and the other down to cup my right asscheek. "Son..." His eyes locked back onto mine as the grip on my head and ass tightened. His hips rolled way underneath him to slide most of his fat cock from my ass and then rolled back to stuff that huge length back in- side me. "Son..." He repeated as he twisted his fingers into my short hair and drew me back into another deep heart-expanding kiss. He pulled his heels back to his ass and raised his knees, forcing my knees slide forward on each side of his waist. His kissed deepened and he began lovingly stroking his enlarged meat in and out of the white-washed tunnel of my ass. The in and out action left me lurching back and forth against his hairy chest and stomach. The coarse fur set my nipples on fire at the same time as the rough texture abraded the sensitive skin covering my aching dick. I knew I wouldn't last long. Dad's revelation of his feelings, the deep sensual kissing I'd never experienced from him before, and the feel of his slow heavy movements inside my ass were doing something different to me than ever before. Even as he stroked slowly and deeply into and out of my body, it also felt as if he were making love to my heart and mind at the same time. He never increased his speed or the power of his entry and exit. He just stroked my insides as if using his huge meat to pet my body from the within. The sensation of him using that monster cock in such a loving affec- tionate way sent me spiraling to the edge for the second time that evening. But before I crashed over the edge, he pulled his face back from mine. His lips parted as his eyebrows raised high into his forehead and the muscles in his handsome face pulled tight. "Son...!" He strained in warning just as I felt warm wet heat pour into my belly and his cock begin jerking wildly inside me. "Awwwwwwwwww fuck......Daddy!!" I exclaimed quietly as my own dick began spewing its second load in between the sweaty sandwich of our cum-slick stomachs. I dropped my mouth to his, begging for more of his kiss as his seed filled my ass and mine shot between us. He responded by wrapping one of his tree-trunk arms around my neck. He pulled my the side of my face to his chest as he pinned my head there tilted upward toward his own. Then, he lowered his head to capture my mouth in another blood-searing kiss. I groaned into him and humped my jerking dick into the matted fur of his stomach. My ass clamped down and milked his cock as if to suck every last drop up from his heavy balls and into my bowels as his kiss poured into my blood. Nothing and no one came close to comparing to Dad or how he'd fucked me since I was sixteen. Now at thirty-eight for me and fifty-nine for him, the thrill and intensity of what he did to me seemed to almost double. Laying there held tightly in his big strong arms...feeling him make my mouth his as much as his cock did the same to my ass...and having my ass clamped around his huge cum-belching daddy-tool my ongoing climax felt as though the combined feelings were shattering my brain and body into a million pieces. I laid there taking the cum of and being held fiercely by a man no one else could compare to. And I wondered, how in the hell would I make it to the next day if anything ever happened to him. 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