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"Ummmm, yeaaaahhh, Dad" I stretched my body over his, feeling the cum gluing us together pulling at my skin and making the hair of his body feel even more coarse and wiry than usual. "Hate t' let ya go, but my stomach's tellin' me it's time t' eat." I grinned and rolled off of him. "Ow! Hell...." He jerked up into a sitting position and looked down across his hairy chest and stomach before lifting his face to look over at mine. "Well... how 'bout that..." I looked down to find dried cum caking my skin and strands of black wiry hair glued across me. "Looks like we both REALLY need a bath." He chuckled and rose up to move outside the tent. I followed his stiff wide-legged gait out to the lake after grabbing our towels. Dad grabbed the bar of soap from the lake's edge and we eased into the warm water before dunking down to wet ourselves from head to toe. Dad rose up and soaped his hairy front into a rich frothy lather, the move- ment of his hands turning all that thick dark hair into wide swirls across his tall wide body. He hauled his heavy balls and long fat cock up to soap underneath and then around his meaty equipment as they flopped back down low from his crotch. About eight inches of thick flaccid meat swung heavily between his widely muscled thighs as he stepped through the water to wrap his arms around me and pull me into the wealth of soap and hair lathering his skin. His hands began circling the soap across my back as he brushed his front from side to side across me soaping up my front and back at the same time. My prick rose at the intimate attention and bobbed up into Dad's hairy ball sack. The hands on my back moved to my shoulders as Dad stepped back and looked down toward my crotch, his own fat adult cock arching out at half mast from over his low-hanging hefty balls. His eyes rose up to my face, sweeping lazily across my features and over my hair. "You're a handsome boy, son...take after your mom. Well..." His eyes cut to the side as one big rough hand reached down to cup my balls under the water and then stroke his fist up my young prick. "...in some ways." He turned his face back to mine with amusement behind his eyes and what might have been a slight hint of a grin on his beard and mustache framed lips. Dad seemed to snap out of his thoughts and added with a louder and more energetic tone to his deep rolling voice, "Let's eat, though..this man's hungry." He handed me the soap and turned around bowing his back toward me for me to soap him up as he had done for me. We finished up, rinsed off, and then headed back to camp while drying our- selves off all along the way. I got out our plates and utensils as Dad stoked up the fire and put the coffee and a pan of bacon on the coals. Squatted down on his heels, I took in his wide hairy back and shoulders from behind. I moved my eyes down to where his thick thighs angled out be- side him, and then to the hard muscle of his square ass rested on his ankles. The same black coarse curling hair that spread thickly across the rest of him sprang up densely and grew into that rich lush line I loved so much as it traced the deep cleft of his ass. I stood there with my dick swelling and stretching down toward the ground as I imagined moving to lay on my back and slide underneath that big masculine ass. The thought expanded in my mind into me reaching up to inhale the heady woodsy scent of him, further imagining sliding my tongue up into that thick mass of black frothy hair to press into the tight hairy hole hidden inside. Dad's voice brought me back to the sound of sizzling bacon and the snap of burning wood when he asked, "Son, would ya bring me a plate for the bacon?" "Oh, sure..." I went for an extra plate and came back to hand it to him. He took it without looking up, transferred the bacon to it, and then handed it back as he began cracking eggs against the pan and dropping the contents into the hot grease. I took the plate and set it on the tailgate of the truck and then came back to sink down onto my knees on the other side of the fire from him. My dick that had softened some now rose back to bob outward from my crotch as I looked across at Dad's big hairy balls hanging low into the grass from within their fur-coated sack. My eyes settled on his long thick cock with all its pro- truding veins rippling up the wide length as the big meaty head of it brushed the ground below him half covered in its sheath of thick heavy foreskin. Dad's eyes flick up to mine, back down, and then immediately back up as if realizing where my gaze had been centered. Those icy grey eyes then flic- ked down to my hard prick and then traveled slowly back up to my face as his lips parted hesitantly. "Son...." He began, looking back down into the frying pan to stir the eggs he was scambling, "...would it be alright with you if we headed home after breakfast?" I looked back at him silently as my heart fell. "Nothin's wrong or anything," He added without looking up as the silence grew. "I just kinda need t' think about all this. And, probably, you should, too." I sat there stock still, anxious over the possiblity he would say we had to stop. "Sure, I played with other boys when I was your age...curious about sex and not ready to try it out with a girl. I wouldn't be concerned if that was what was going on." He continued, still without looking up from the frying eggs. "But, well...I'm not another boy your own age. I'm your father and an adult, son. I have your future to consider, and so do you. Somehow, I don't feel what we're doing is 'wrong.' But, how will it affect the rest of your life?" His eyes finally rose up to meet mine, deep concern looked across at me as he moved the frying pan from the fire and set it onto the ground beside him. Dad rested his big forearms on his thighs and clasped his big hands in front of him as he went on. "You're thirteen, Ryan, five years from turning eighteen and eight from turn- ing twenty-one. I want you t' grow up t' be a strong, stable, confident man, and... and....well...I think we both need t' seriously think about how all this is going to affect you down the road. Okay, son?" I knew my eyes were red as a huge lump knotted in both my throat and chest. Dad saw this and rose up to come around and pull me up into a deep warm hug. "I love you, son. And, I need t' make sure I'm doin' my best for ya. You may not understand it right now, but some day you'll see I'm only tryin' t' take good care of you." "I know." I whispered, not fully sure whether I believed it or not. Some- how, though, I felt he needed to hear that from me. "Let's eat," Dad pulled away from me and then set about filling our plates. We ate, packed up camp, and then drove home quietly. Just after we turned from the dirt road onto the highway, I scooted across the seat and leaned into Dad to rest my head on his shoulder. His arm came around me and he tilted his head down to gently kiss the top of my head before returning his attention to driving. Once home, Dad sent me up to say hi to Mom. She asked about the trip and I told her all about the place and the fish we caught. She asked if anything was wrong and I forced myself to brighten up and tell her it was only that it was really hot at the lake and that I felt kind of drained from being in the sun so much. But, I reassured her, it had been a fun trip and I couldn't wait to go camping with Dad again. Dad went up after I came down. I could hear them talking, though I wasn't trying to. "Ryan sounded like he had a great time!" "Yeah, hon,' it was a good trip." "Well, you needed it, too. I know how much you both love camping and fishing. I wish you didn't worry so much about me, Don, and took Ryan out on trips like that more. Jo took good care of me, and I did just fine with my two men out of the house. "Don, Ryan's not going to be this young forever." She continued. "He'll leave the house, get a job, and get married before we know it. You know how it is...how it was with us. After that, it'll be hard for him to find time for you... for us. Spend time with him now. Don't worry about me, just spend all the time with him you can. You'll wish you had if you don't. You know it's true." I left and walked to my room to unload my gym bag from the trip thinking that Dad didn't want to spend time with me, that he was worried about spend- ing time with me. I didn't hear his response or the rest of their conversation, but I still knew how he felt. He'd told me, though not in so many words. "Hey, sport," Dad appeared in my doorway. "Mom says she'd like barbe- que again...wanna ride with me t' Ray's?" I turned to find him looking at me as a quiet resigned smile softened the strong features of his handsome dark bearded face. He hadn't called me 'son' this time. Hearing him call me 'sport' instead somehow left me feeling warm and special to him again. I walked over and slid my arms around his wide back, hugging him tightly and feeling tired from all the emotions storming inside me. He hugged me back, pulling me tighter against him before easing me away and looking down at me with a bigger smile that brightened his face this time. "Let's go." The next night, we ate together after he took Mom's dinner up to her. We didn't say much, but it felt relaxed and quiet...comfortable...between us. I hadn't expected that. Afterward, I pulled his boots and jeans off when he'd sat back in his easy chair. This time, though, he motioned me to crawl up beside him. I lay against his side and we watched TV. I could see his cock swelling under the thin cot- ton of his boxers. I glanced down occasionally to find it growing harder and eventually tenting his shorts. My own prick hardened as well and pressed into his thigh. Neither of us acted on it, though, and at ten o'clock he said we should go to bed with a kiss to the top of my head. I walked to my room and climbed into bed as I listened to him turning off the lights and the TV. Instead of coming to my room as I hoped, I heard his heavy steps going up the stairs to the room he shared with Mom. The next few nights were exactly the same. Quiet, comfortable, and relaxed, but with nothing further happening between us. Dad didn't come into my room at night or in the morning, and always had boxers underneath his jeans when I slid them off. That Friday, he stayed at the table after I'd cleared it and began washing the dishes. "Have you thought about what we talked about Sunday morning?" His deep voice spoke softly from behind me. "Yeah." I answered. I hadn't thought about anything else. Dad got up and came to stand beside me. We always let the dishes dry in the drainer and he would put them away in the mornings before I got up. This time, he grabbed a towel and dried them before stacking them on the counter top. "Whatta ya think, son?" I stared down at the dishes left in the sink. "I love you, Dad. And....well...I don't want things to stop. I never felt this loved before. I...I...mean," I hurried to explain. "...I know you and Mom have always loved me. It's just that I never 'FELT' it like I do with you." "Son, that's right now, though. What about later? What about as you..." I cut him off, frustrated and trying to keep my heart from sinking to the floor. "Dad, you said you wanted me to grow up to be a strong, stable, confident man. Well, that's how I feel with you. I feel like I can accomplish anything...be anything I want." "And," I continued, determined to say everything that'd been on my mind all week. "just so you know, I been trying something. I've been jacking off think- ing about girls. Dad, I get just as excited. I cum just as fast. I don't get excited thinking about other guys, though." Lowering my voice quietly, I added softly, "I only get excited about another guy when I think of you..." His big hand went still on the plate he was drying. He set the plate down and put those big rough paws on my shoulders to turn me to face him. His eyes swept slowly over my face as if looking for the truth behind my words in the eyes looking back up at him. His eyes dropped and then came back to mine, a soft smile crossing his face. "Let's go see what's on TV...I'll get the rest of these in the mornin,' sport." I smilled back at hearing 'sport' from him again and let him turn me with a soft swat on my butt to walk into the living room. Once again, his thick cock rose into a hard column of flesh under his boxers after I'd pulled off his boots and jeans. There was something in laying there with him still in his underwear, socks, and cowboy hat that felt hot, sexy, and all male to me. Still nothing happened, though I brought him several beers as we watched an old World War II movie together. When it was over, he tilted his head down to kiss the top of my head as he had every night since we returned from our camping trip. "Bedtime?" I blinked and looked away in disappointment, thinking our conversation earlier might lead to something more tonight. "Sure." I got up and went into my bedroom to climb between the sheets. I lay there a long time, not hearing his heavy footsteps climbing the stairs. After a while, I got up to go get a drink of water. When I walked into the kitchen, I saw Dad in the moonlight from the win- dow above the sink. He was sitting at the table, a beer and his cowboy hat set beside him. I pretended I didn't notice, took a glass from the drainer, and filled it with water. Lifting it to my lips, my arm froze when I felt the rough skin of Dad's big hands slide across my shoulders and down my arms. He reached in front of me, took the glass, and set it down on the counter as his bearded lips moved to my neck. The bristly hair on his face scraped at the soft skin there as his mouth and tongue teased their way up to my ear. I shud- dered and the warm wet contact and found him turning me around to face him. Dad bent his knees and lowered himself to wrap his big arms around my waist and lift me up till my legs circled around his body for support. With his grey eyes tracing every line of my face, he turned and carried me out of the kitchen then down the hallway to my bathroom in silence. Once inside, Dad closed the door and lowered me to my feet. Immediately, he grabbed the waistband of my briefs and stripped them from my legs. He stepped back and looked me from head to toe, running his hand down his dark mustache and beard. My six inch plump dick stood up toward my belly button from above tight young balls as I stood before him without even peach fuzz on any part of my skin. I looked down as something jerked in the corner of my vision to find that massively thick long cock between his dark hairy thighs jutting out from under- neath the leg of his shorts. My breath caught in my chest at the sight of it. It was everything I remem- bered...lengthy, hulking, and huge in its massive girth. All the bulging veins tra- veling up the wide shaft continued up across the thick foreskin that now cover- ing half the long fat plum-shaped head topping off his solid shaft. I stepped toward him. He pulled my face into the thick hair of his chest and moved it back and forth through the fur of his chest and stomach. He continued pressing my face into him as he pushed me to the floor. I had to press his cock back against him to work his boxers down the heavy muscles of his hairy legs and the big straining meat trying jerk away from his thigh. I reached up with both hands to stroke them down the hairy sack that held his big balls suspended heavily about six inches below his thick hard cock. Pre- cum dribbled from the tip while my hands stroked and caressed Dad's big hairy balls. I leaned forward and sucked the firm fat head inside my mouth and swabbed the cum leaking from the tip hungrily. I reached behind his balls to stroke the skin and thick patch of fur between his balls and ass as the head of Dad's big cock swelled and spat another thick dose of precum into my waiting mouth. "AW SHIT!" Dad jerked me up by my arms, yanking me off the big cock I wanted so desperately to suck and milk until he flooded my mouth, throat, and stomach with his thick hot load. Grabbing me by the waist he slammed me up onto the bathroom counter and pulled my legs up in his big muscled hairy arms as my back fell against the mirror behind me. My back was curved and head tilted forward where I could see down my body to where he rubbed the fat head of his thick hard meat back and forth over my tiny hole. It'd been almost a week since he'd thrust that monster cock inside me, and my hole looked incredibly small against the fat bloated head of Dad's straining horse-meat. Precum bubbled out as he stroked against me, coating my little asshole in more and more of his thick white seed. He stopped stroking and pressed forward. I watched, enthralled, as my thirteen year old asshole dialated open to slip over the fat head of Dad's cock. The dull ache I'd come to crave rose up and increased as my asshole pushed the thick foreskin of Dad's cock back and more of that wide head forced me open. One inch, then two, then the full three inches of fat cockhead pushed inside. The pain was coursing up through my entire body, I groaned and twisted with it even as my mind and body demanded more. It felt like Dad's huge cock was stretching my ass impossibly wide and all I wanted was more. In one swift mind-shattering lunge...he gave it to me. I grabbed and pulled at the thick pumped-up hairy muscle of his chest and bucked as cum blasted up against my chin in the first shot of an orgasm that took me by complete surprise. Dad held me there, skewered balls deep on his thick mighty cock, flexing it and his hips so that huge meat jumped and pulsed deep inside me. I rocked underneath him, hissing and gasping as more and more cum shot up from my balls. "Look at me!" He growled, low and quiet. I felt my cum sliding down my neck and chest, and hanging from my chin as I looked up to meet his glaring grey eyes tinged red by all the beer he'd had earlier. "This what you want?" His voice was deep and severe, as accusing as his eyes. "YES..." Another blast of cum shot from my prick and splattered upward, this time hitting me full on the lips before dripping down to coat my chin. "...SIR." "What...what is it you want?" There was a sneer and an arrogance in Dad's deep gravelly voice that said he was toying with me and already knew my ans- wer. As if punctuating his question, he hauled his thick cock from my ass and then shoved it back up inside. My asshole pulsed and struggled to squeeze Dad's cock a little bit smaller to ease the dull pain radiating in heavy waves throughout my younger body. "You! This! Everything!!" I cried, desperate and frustrated for Dad to un- derstand something I wasn't even sure made sense to me. I bent further for- ward and latched my mouth onto a nipple buried deep in dark curly fur... wanting him to stop asking me questions and just fuck me. "Awww, son of a bitch..." He growled and began fucking his hard meat in and out of me in short stabbing jabs. That grossly oversized meat started jerking and spewing his thick hot load into my insides, bathing his thick hard cock and the tunnel of my ass in his steamy adult seed. The sounds in the room of Dad's cock thrusting into me became louder and wetter. The smell of his cum rose up into my face to mix with the smell of mine, melding with the scent of my young clean sweat and the more powerful scent of his. He jerked his fat long cock from my hole, the thick foreskin of his vein- snaked shaft pulling down over half the dark pink bloated head. He shoved it up past my balls to the side of them to where it pressed four inches past the head of my own young chubby prick. Three more thick volleys of cum splashed from it and splattered up my chest and stomach. He slid his big hairy arms back until those big plate-sized hands were be- hind my knees and pushing them toward my shoulders. Dad eased his hips back until his cock slid back between my wide-spread cheeks and came to rest on my cum-coated asshole. "This what you want, you little whore? You want my cock?" "Yes..." Dad punched his cock into my ass, busting my assring wide and shoving deep into my guts. "...SIR!!!!!!!!!" My eyes bulged and my body jerked at the instant mix of intense pleasure and dull pain. He yanked that huge horse-meat out of my ass only to punch it powerfully back inside. "Are you a whore for your own father's cock?" He demanded. "Yes! Yes, sir! Yes, Dad, I am...I am...I am!!!" He hauled all the way out again and rammed back into me. "Ohhhhh godddddddddd..." "You a whore for Daddy's cock?" He began ramming in and out of me in earnest, each brutal thrust beginning with him pulling all the way out and then slamming my assring savagely open to accept the incredibly fat ten-plus inch shaft that seared a wide-stretched path up through my organs and deep inside me. "YES SIR!!" "Say it, then!" "I'm a whore. I'm a whore for my Dad's cock!" I gasped. "DADDY!" He corrected with a deep throaty demanding growl. "DADDY! I'M A WHORE FOR MY DADDY'S COCK!!" The truth of it in my desperate voice spiralled through me. It was true. I was a whore for my Daddy's cock. I never stopped thinking about it and his huge loads of cum. I wanted that big thick mule-dick fucking my ass every day. I wanted it in my ass or in my mouth as often as he would give it to me! His pulling out and slamming back into me quickened. "Daddy's cum, too?" He demanded, his face hard and almost threatening above mine. "Yes! YES!! Oh, god, YES!! I'm a whore for Daddy's cum! Fuuuuuck meeeee!!!" I didn't even register the last two words. My body had become a burning pit for Dad's huge thrusting cock, that hard fat meat a fiery shaft of searing steel that branded my insides with every deep assault into my cum- soaked asshole. "You Daddy's little faggot?" "Yes! No!" I struggled through coming to terms with the answer. "Yes, for you....god...yes! Yes! I'm Daddy's little faggot...DADDY'S LITTLE FAGGOT! Oh god, don't stop...FUCK ME, DADDY!!!!" He'd always been Dad to me just as my mother had always been Mom. I'd never even had the word 'Daddy' in my head where he was concerned. He'd always seemed too big, too rugged, too severe for 'Daddy' to apply. Now, though, everything changed. It seemed right on the man that towered over me. It seemed right on the man that dwarfed me in size and muscle. It seemed right looking at his thick beard and all the hair coating his body while mine was under- neath him with only a light dusting of peach fuzz. As Dad...Daddy...power-drove repeatedly into my teenage asshole, I knew he was right about everything. He was even right that he was now 'Daddy,' and no longer simply 'Dad." As he used his thick hard cock to tenderize my young ass and turn the mul- titude of nerve endings there into a ragged raw mass of electricity, I shuddered in the feel of every ridge, groove, and vein of that huge cock shoving through. "Daddy's whore?" He slammed into me from being completely withdrawn. "DADDY'S WHORE!" I spat back, digging my fingers into his back. "Daddy's little faggot?" He rammed into my ass again. "UNNNNNHHH!!!" The sound burst from my throat at the impact. "DADDY'S LITTLE FAGGOT!" I groaned and thrashed underneath him. "Whore for Daddy's cum?" He slammed into me faster and faster, sweat soaking the thick dark fur of his body and hanging in droplets from all the black wiry curls. "I'M A WHORE FOR DADDY'S CUM...I'M A WHORE FOR DADDY'S LOAD!!!!!! OH JESUS...OH JESUS!!! FUCK ME, DADDYYYYYYY!!!" My body began to shake in his arms and I buried my face in his neck as in- tense pleasure shot up my spine into my brain. A deep growl began low in his chest and built up until he was roaring from above me. "TAKE IT, SON! TAKE YOUR DADDY'S LOAD! TAKE DADDY'S LOAD! TAKE IT! TAKE IT, BOY! TAKE IT!!! TAKE IT!!!" Daddy rammed into me so hard, it felt as if he stretched my thirteen year old asshole out another inch! Over and over he slammed into my ass with a violence I'd come to yearn for. I barely felt the thick loads of cum filling my ass. The feel of that long rigid fat bulky cock ripping past my asshole crashed though every part of me like a bomb going off inside me. Each time he rammed forward to batter and barrel through the tender opening, more explosions wracked my young teen- age body. "Milk it. Milk my cock, boy..." He gasped as his thrusting began to slow. I tried to pull my brain together, and began bearing my asshole down on Dad's...Daddy's...thick ten-plus inches as he snaked it from my hole only to stuff it back inside. Repeatedly, I did as he ordered...sucking at that big horse-dick with my young ass on every retreat. "Fuck..." Looking flushed and exhausted, he lowered my legs to hang off the edge of the bathroom counter, easing what felt like three feet of monster cock from deep within the recesses of my thoroughly fucked ass. "Oh god...man..." His thick eyebrows raised up his forehead as he looked down between my legs, "...don't think I'll ever get used t' seein' that...." I knew what he was talking about. I could feel his huge thick white load burping from my ass as it repeatedly clenched and tightened in its attempt to close up after being stretched around the eight inch circumference of Dad's oversized cock. Knowing the massive volume of cum Dad shot, I could just imagine the sight of it running down the cabinet door below me in thick globby rivers. "You okay, son?" He asked lifting his head, tenderness in his handsome rugged face for the first time since we left the kitchen. "Yeah, Dad," I widened my eyes and rolled them up to the ceiling. "Phew. Yeah, I'm okay." He reached a hand to my face and moved a thick thumb to push some of my cum to my mouth. "Good." He leaned in, licked at my lips, then sealed his mouth to mine and and swept his thick tongue inside. He kissed me slowly and deeply. Then, he pulled back some to swipe his fat raspy tongue along the underside of my chin and moved back up to kiss me again while feeding me part of my own load. He pulled back again, "Shower?" I just smiled and nodded without saying anything...feeling that if I did, everything I was feeling and how happy I felt would come rushing out. He turned and got the shower running to a warm temperature before mo- tioning me. Coming in behind me...he grabbed the soap, pulled me back against him under the spray, and began absentmindedly lathering my chest and stomach. "All those things I said t' you," The deep voice rumbled up from Dad's chest and broke the silence. "I didn't mean it. Well...I didn't 'really' mean it. I liked sayin' it. But, it's not really how I feel about you." "AGGHH!! Damn it, that's not right either." He growled and turned me around by the shoulders to face him. "How can I...." His eyes turned up to dart across the ceiling, before set- tling on what he would say and moving back down to meet mine. "Your mom was like you...before the accident. There was the same wildness about her that you have. I always wanted to talk t' her like that, but was afraid that would be goin' too far." "With you, for some reason... God, I hope this makes sense." He looked to the side and ran his gaze up and down the tile in thought. He brought those striking grey eyes back to my face. "With you, I don't feel like I have t' hold back on anything. But, I need t' know you realize it's all about bein' hot and excited...that I love, respect, and admire you even though I say things to you just because sayin' 'em turns me on." I stood there trying to think of how to respond when my mouth started spilling my thoughts before my mind had them sorted out. "I know I'm not a whore. I know I'm not a faggot. But..." I bit my bot- tom lip in deep thought. When I at least knew how to begin again, I added, "But, I liked when you said those things. It made me feel like you understand how much I love it when we're together like that. It felt good t' hear you say those things, not bad. And, well....it really turned me on even more." Dad's lips pulled up at the corners in a grin from under his thick black mus- tache and beard as he huffed out a breath laced with surprise that seemed to indicate he felt as if he shouldn't have been worried. Instead of saying anything, he just pulled me into a hug that lasted a long warm time. Afterward, we finished showering and drying. At my door, he kissed me on the top of the head and said he was goin' upstairs to Mom. I watched him walk away, admiring so much about him...his huge lumbering hairy physique, and his desire to be a good dad and give me a great future while protecting me from making mistakes as well as his devotion to Mom and desire to protect her from learning about something she wouldn't under- stand. *** Sex between us became a daily occurrence after that, sometimes both in the morning and at night. There were quite a number of times where he came inside me in the morning, again before dinner, and then yet again at bed time. Between Mom being on the second floor and the TV set on in their room until Dad went upstairs to turn it off before climbing into bed with her already asleep, Mom never learned about where Dad's relationship with me took us. At thirty-two now...with a great job, nice home in a big city two hours away, loving wife, and two adorable daughters...I still visit Mom and Dad at least twice a week on my own. Dad is now sixty-four and little has changed about him other than a few more lines in the corners of his striking pale eyes. About the only sign he's aged at all is that there is now a 'star' of white hair in the center of his chest where there'd only been a few hairs back nineteen years ago. My asshole still begins to twitch when I arrive home from the office to change out of my suit into gym shorts, tennis shoes, and a t-shirt for the two hour drive. While I love sitting and talking with Mom, the whole drive is spent thinking about Dad...his tall physique, honed from years in the military, work as an engineeer, and hours keeping up the ranch...all that thick sexy dark hair coating his whole body, none of which my still-hairless form in- herited...his square hairy and muscular ass I get to dive into when he's in the mood...and that huge mule-dick he shoves down my throat and still slams into my ass like he did when he was in his early thirties. My wife, like Mom, hasn't a hint to the depth of the relationship between me and my father. She only knows and loves that I come home from visiting my parents more relaxed than any other time of the week. If she only knew I was that relaxed because my Dad had just fucked the hell out of my throat and ass repeatedly until I could barely walk from the soreness and exhaustion... Other stories: Discovering Uncle Tip http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/discovering-uncle-tip/ Teddy's Discovery http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/teddys-discovery/ Hay Baling and Uncle Buck http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/hay-bailing-and-uncle-buck/ Bad Uncles and Dads http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/bad-uncles-and-dads/