Date: Sat, 4 May 2013 15:52:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads Chapter 15:  Five Card Stud Dad Pt.1

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Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 15

Five Card Stud Dad Pt.1


	Mom was slender, mousy, and shy.  She was quiet and sweet, but a little by-
the-book and dry in her sense of humor.
	Dad on the other hand had a quick jovial wit about his quiet manner that kind
of made him seem a bit more like an uncle than a father to me.  Our relationship
was never strained, just rather comfortably distant.
	Before my teens, I'd been rather embarassed by him.  He seemed clumsy, awk-
ward, and a plain ol' blue collar Joe in comparison with the dads of my friends.
He was usually dressed head to toe in denim with dusty work boots on his big feet.
Oversized thighs made his gait a rolling swagger that left his wide beefy upper
body a lurching sway when he walked.
	Moving into my teens, though, I began to gain an appreciation for the large
frame and heavy muscle that gave his 6'1" physique its ambling appearance.
	Dad had worked for Sears all his life as a delivery man for furniture and
appliances.  Without stepping into a gym, he was barrel-chested with wide shoul-
ders and beefy arms.  Smooth and simply 'big' when relaxed, those arms and
shoulders bulged out with strong muscle when strained to lift.  His chest stood
out in powerful rounded strength, and boasted a thick mat of graying fur that
poured down his taut stomach to disappear under the waist band of his pants.
	His body was a firm balance of muscle and relaxed padding.  His stomach
curved out solid and tight in a way that pushed the front of his uniform pants
or his threadbare 501's down toward his crotch and left the front tails of his
shirt hanging inches out from his hips.  In jeans, nothing showed.  But in his
uniform pants and below the untucked shirt-tails, there was no missing the thick
hefty tube of male meat curving down and under his balls along one side of the
zipper.
	I was twelve when I saw Dad naked for the first time.  It'd been a father-
son Boy Scout camp out.  I'd gone to a woodworking class while Dad stayed behind
to take a shower while he had the large secluded campsite to himself.  I forgot
my whittling knife and returned back to find him toweling off in front of the
shower stall out in the open.
	Thick, curly, salt-n-pepper hair frothed over his legs, stomach, chest, and
forearms.  When he turned slightly, I saw it also coated his big rounded ass.  His
thighs looked like those of a horse and made it clear their size was the cause of
Dad's bowlegged ambling gait.  Their thickness pressed forward a huge set of egg-
sized fur-thatched balls that in turn thrust about eight superthick inches of flac-
cid uncut cock arching out in front of him.
	I turned and walked back to the class without retrieving my knife.  A strange
sensation buzzed through my body.  I'd liked seeing my dad naked and found it hard
to concentrate after that.  From then on, I'd tried often to catch my dad naked
again.
	It was late Friday night three years later when I made the long trek from my
bedroom to the kitchen for a drink of water.  Our house was a rambling horseshoe
shape with the kitchen, dining room, and living room on one side...the bedrooms,
with Dad and Mom's at the farthest end, on the other...and, a long hallway connec-
ting the two in a way that formed a large courtyard in the front yard.
	Friday nights were poker nights for Dad, and Mom always retired to their room
early on those nights with a glass of wine and a sleeping pill to avoid being kept
awake with the good-natured joking and yelling from the dining room.
	I could see the lights still on in that end of the house though silence rang
through the still rooms.
	Once in the kitchen, I grabbed a glass and filled it with water before shut-
ting off the light.  I drank half and walked sleepily to the doorway entering the
dining room.
	Dad was passed out at the head of the table facing away from me, arms slack
at his sides and his torso angled a little to the left against the back of his
chair.
	I flicked off the light switch in the dining room and turned to go back to
bed.
	"Cheryl?"  Dad mumbled.
	"No, Dad, it's me."
	"What time is it?"  He asked, still mumbling quietly.
	"1:30"
	"Shit...how 'bout helpin' your ol' man up?"  He leaned forward putting both
hands on the table in front of him.
	I set my glass down on the counter and went in to stand beside him.  He turn-
ed his head to look up at me as a drunken grin curved his full lips.
	"Don't know how my ugly ass ended up with such'a damned handsome son.  Let's
jus' get me on the couch n' not wake your mother up."  He slurred almost as if ma-
king a secret humorous pact with me.
	With his dark face looking up me, I wondered how he could call himself ugly.
	Dark salt-n-pepper hair was cropped close to his broad skull and stuck out
in front over his wide forehead.  Black eyebrows slanted downward over small spark-
ling green eyes set on either side of a strong roman nose.  Rocky cheekbones sat
high above a strong square jaw permanently bristled with a dark five o'clock shadow
while a rakish cowboy mustache framed his fleshy lips and descended down the sides
of his jutting square chin to widen out across his jaw and back toward his thick
neck.
	In my eyes, Dad was a VERY handsome man...a fact that made his compliment in
my direction and the affection in his eyes even more warming than the words them-
selves.
	"Alright..............."  He pushed himself up onto his feet, swayed, and
then threw a big heavy arm around my shoulders as I stumbled to keep my balance
through the sudden weight of his body against me.
	Awareness came alive inside me.  His plaid shirt hung open exposing thick
slabs of hairy chest and a hard rounded stomach.  A smell of unlit campfire and
a musky scent of male skin and hair trapped beneath clothes for hours hit my nose.
Dad's big strong body leaned and pressed into mine as the wiry hair of his fore-
arm scraped across the soft skin of my shoulders.
	He scooted his chair back and I stabilized his tall form as he stumbled to-
ward the opposite side of the room for the doorway into the living room.
	Halfway there, he lumbered to a halt and shrugged out of his short-sleeved
shirt to drop it on the floor beside his feet.  The scent of him grew stronger and
combined with a soft rich masculine dampness coming from under the arm placed ac-
ross my shoulders for balance.
	Dad lurched forward again, me trying to match his staggering steps in order
to keep us both upright.  We manuevered around the dining room table and into the
living room.  At the edge of the couch, Dad stumbled to a halt and growled in an
abbreviated grumbling way.
	"Damned waistband cuttin' into me, goddamn it."  He reached down with the
arm not thrown across my shoulders and popped all the buttons on the fly of his
old beat-up levi's.
	In one unbalanced move, he let go of my shoulders and shoved his jeans to
his knees as he turned and fell back on the couch.
	"Oh yeah, that's better."  He sighed quietly, his deep rich voice sending
an odd warmth across my body...his eyes closed and head dropped back on the low
pillows behind him.  "Pull off my boots n' pants, would'ja, son?"
	"Uh huh...." I mumbled out, my gaze falling between thick hairy thighs held
close by the jeans at his knees.  Apparently, Dad went commando...at least in his
jeans.
	Lemon-sized balls, afro'ed in thick curls of salt n' pepper hair were thrust
upward seeming impossibly big in the short distance between us.  The sturdy cock
laying above them and across his right thigh grabbed my full attention one quick
second later.
	I'd seen that cock three years before from all the way across a large camp-
site.  Like his big balls, though, that big fat slab of meat looked huge up close.
	I felt paralyzed with awe and intense curiosity.
	I'd seen other guys at school in the gym, but nothing prepared me for being
this close to the cock of an adult.  I wondered if all men matured to haul around
slabs of meat as big as Dad's...something I would later find out was far from true
and that Dad was a man referred to as extremely well-hung.
	The fat lazy bulk of it lay across where his thigh met his hips and draped
heavily all the way to the edge of his body.  Thick and long, its wide length was
sheathed in a plump glove of skin crisscrossed with a network of blulging dark
blue veins that continued all the way to the weighty foreskin that covered three-
quarters of the massive head of that cock that lay outlined distinctly underneath.
	"Hhhhhhaaahhhhhhh,"  Dad yawned and reached a big wide thick-fingered hand
up to scratch into the deep curls frothing the center of his chest and bring me out
of my fascination.
	I dropped to my knees and went into action pulling off his right boot.  The
jostling of his large meaty cock drew my eyes back to it as I worked the boot from
his foot.  Everything repeated as I worked off his left boot.
	"Ahhhhh, great...."  Socked feet curved, flexed, and stretched inside thick
white cotton.  Dad raised his arms above his head and stretched his torso up, to
one side, and then the other...the action utterly masculine, almost animal, primal,
and sexy as all hell.
	The youthful interest and curiosity I'd experienced toward him since seeing
him toweling off at the campsite had turned into something much deeper and undeni-
able in the last few minutes of seeing his body revealed again, yet, up close this
time.
	My skin felt cold with the fear he would catch me looking at him in a way
for which he certainly wouldn't approve of at the very least.  Still, I couldn't
pull my eyes away from that incredibly big piece of full-grown male cock.
	"One more thing, son....would'ja get these damned pants off me?  I don't
wanna get up now that I've gotten all nice n' comfortable here."  He half mumbled,
half whispered sleepily.
	I leaned in and reached for the waistband.  A new scent hit me...soft, subtle,
yet warm and exciting.  It was a scent of stale clothes boxed up in an attic, dry
hay spread out to feed livestock, and something damp and laden with testosterone
that left my breath catching in my throat as the intoxicating aroma filled my nose
and chest.
	I was so close I could touch his thick bulky cock with no effort.  The
thought raced through my mind suddenly that I could easily kiss that huge solid
column of flesh from where I was positioned.
	I snapped myself out of it, and pulled his jeans down to his ankles.  Next,
I pulled each leg from both feet and left him reclining back in nothing but his
thick white boot-socks.
	With no reason to justify my staying where I was to admire and study my dad's
long fat hooded meat, I stood and moved to lay his 501's across the back of an arm-
chair nearby.
	"Hell, could you get me a sheet, blanket, or somethin'?"  His mumbling whis-
per now even quieter than before.
	"Sure."  I responded and exited the room glad to have a break from having
his big powerful body completely bared except for his big socked feet.
	I slowly left the room in a daze, only vaguely aware of my young dick ten-
ting my plain white briefs.  Reaching the linen closet and opening the door, I
stood there just......just....'feeling.'  Feeling the dizziness in my head, the
blood rushing through my veins, the excitement buzzing through my balls and prick,
and the excitement and confusion flooding my brain past the point of being able
to even try to make sense of any of it.
	I remembered why I was there and pulled a sheet out as the night was warm
before walking slowly back to the living room.
	Dad was leaning forward, elbows on his knees and big hands out relaxed in
front of him.  He turned his face and slightly red-rimmed eyes to me as I walked
in.
	"Ah...there's m' boy..."  He reached up for my shoulder and leveraged him-
self up from the couch.
	"Spread that out on the bottom first in case I get sweaty durin' the night."
He suggested, slurring only slightly and leaning his body into mine.  I felt his
weight and the hair of his body first, and then the thick solid tube steak of male
meat between his thighs pressing into my hip.
	I unfolded the sheet, and bent over to spread it across the cushions while
leaving enough across the back of the couch to cover him.
	Dad's hand fell down my back as I bent, landing at my waist.  From there it
slid down my left asscheek and partway down the back of my thigh before coming back
up to cup my ass.  I started to act as if I didn't notice when Dad took several
wavering steps behind me.  I stood straight and turned at the sound of his voice.
	"Good y' took more after your mom.  Y' won't end up an ugly brute like your
dad.  Y' got the look of a young buck out in the wild."  His eyes and voice were
distant as he looked me over.  Suddenly, his eyes dropped to the floor...left,
then right.  He looked back up, his eyes now focused as a quick uncomfortable smile
crossed his face.  "Y' make me proud."
	Twice now he'd referred to himself as ugly.  No, he wasn't traditionally
handsome in leading man movie star kind of way.  Maybe his features were too
broad and rough, his eyes too small, and his jaw too big.  To me, though, he was
as striking and handsome as any man I'd ever seen.  All the things some might
consider flaws, I only saw as leaving him more rugged and intensely masculine.
He was all hardworking man who could have been harshly intimidating if it weren't
for his warm jovial personality.
	He swept a big arm in front of him and toward the door to the kitchen, "Now,
off t' bed, son.  It's late."
	I smiled back, "G'nite, Dad," and resisted the urge to hug him, noticing his
eyes sweeping over me once again.
	"G'nite, son."  His eyes had become distant and unreadable again.
	I walked through the dining room to the opposite doorway, the one into the
kitchen, and flicked off the light.
	Looking over my shoulder I saw Dad already on the couch, wrestling with the
sheet as he tried to pull it over him.  Not seeing me standing there, he pushed it
completely off and got comfortable with his feet toward me and his head opposite.
With one leg crooked up and leaning against the cushions and the other crooked out
to the edge of the couch, I was given a full unrestrained view of his massive cock
and hairy balls resting heavily between spread thighs.
	I turned and walked away, but didn't make it to my bedroom.  I stopped again
at the linen closet in the hallway.  My mind flew with rapid thoughts and feelings
too fast for me to grab onto any one of them.  All I knew was that something was on
fire inside me, and it was because of my dad.
	I found myself at the doorway from the kitchen into the dining room without
knowing how I'd gotten there.
	Looking through the room and into the living room, I could see my dad lying
on the couch in the dim light filtering through the windows.
	He was in the same position as when I'd left...on his back, knees crooked
and thighs spread.
	Shadows concealed what lay between the juncture of those big hairy thighs,
though memory produced a clear and distinct picture of what my eyes couldn't.
	I found I wanted to be naked.  I wanted to be naked just like Dad.  I pulled
off my briefs and stepped out of them to hold them in one hand as the other reached
down to lightly stroke my hard young prick.
	I didn't understand it.  I didn't try to.  Something about looking at my
father sleeping naked one room away from me was turning me on like nothing before.
	I wanted to see him closer again.  I needed to at least try to see that huge
cock and pair of big hairy balls between his sturdy thighs.
	I moved into the room and hugged the wall to stay out of his line of vision
in case he wasn't asleep.  Reaching the doorway, I stayed to the side and listened
to his even breathing.  After statisfied by the regularity of the inhales and ex-
hales, I moved my face past the door sill.
	God, there he was.
	Big arms flaring at the biceps and forearms framed his darkly handsome face
as his hands cradled the back of his head.  Dad's big rounded chest rose and fell,
obscuring his chin on each inhale.  His rather rounded hard stomach curved down in
all its furry grandeur to where the hair of his crotch exploded around the impos-
sibly thick root of his long hefty cock.
	Still shadowed, I could just make out the bull-ish length and width of it a-
long with the blurred shaped of his big balls.
	My briefs slipped from my fingers as I stroked my prick more firmly in the
excitement of being closer to Dad's naked big hairy body.
	I still needed more...even more so as my excitement began to peak and that
telltale tingling began at the base of my young prick and balls.
	I moved into the doorway and stepped into the room.
	Something roused Dad and a hand came down to rub his eyes as I turned abrupt-
ly and headed quickly out of the room.
	"Brian?"  Came groggily from behind me.
	"Yeah?"  I responded weakly.
	"Can't sleep, son?"
	Given an easy excuse for my presence, I took the offered 'out' and affirmed
his perception, "Yeah, I was just gonna check on you."
	"Come on back...wanna watch some TV or somethin'?"  He asked quietly and
helpfully.
	"Nooo..." I walked back to the doorway and leaned against it attempting to
appear casual and relaxed though I was anything but, "might wake Mom up."
	"Ah, good point.  Well, come on in...we'll talk till y' start t' get sleepy."
	I walked in and toward the chair where I'd tossed his jeans.
	"No, sport, over here so we can talk quiet n' let your mom sleep."  He drop-
ped the leg on the edge of the couch to set his foot on the floor.  "Hey, see y'
sleep in the raw like me.  Hell, y' do take after me in some ways after all."
	Suddenly reminded of my own nakedness, I hurried over on stiff legs as both
anxiety and excitement warred inside me.  I sat down halfway between his crotch and
the end of the couch not wanting to seem skittish or overly comfortable.  As I did,
he brought his foot up off the floor and laid a wide heavy and hairy calf across my
legs.
	"So,"  He wiped at his eyes again and then settled back with his hands behind
his head...big biceps and forearms filling the space around his head,
"what's goin' on at school?"
	His voice was deeper than usual with sleep and his words a little run to-
gether with the beer he'd drunk earlier.
	"Nothin' much really...can't really think of anything..."
	"Hey, would'ja rub the sole of my foot for me?  Long day...the arch n' the
ball of that foot are pretty sore.
	Rather than respond verbally, I just reached over and began massaging those
areas with my thumbs in tight firm circles.
	"Awwww yeah...that's great...." his voice trailed off and then picked back
up more relaxed and sleepy than before, "been thinkin' bout the cabin at the lake..
.........last storm...........need to go check..........it and the boat.......was
thinkin'...........maybe.........you......and me.......could..................."
	The softest snore came from his face causing me to turn in that direction for
the first time since I sat down.
	All the lines in his rugged face had smoothed out and left him looking ten
years younger than his forty-four.  I took in his big arms, the size of them
seeming even larger than usual in their position cupping his broad head.  My eyes
skated down the twin mountains of hairy chest that rose up to meet his strong
lantern chin.  The natural movement of my eyes brought them down Dad's fur-coated
stomach, the roundness there keeping him less than perfect in one way but seeming
ly even more so in a way that really didn't make sense in my head.
	Then, my eyes fell lower to what I'd come in for in the first place.  That
fat cock lolled over big round hairy balls and then draped down with it's wide
thickly hooded head laying toward me and Dad's left thigh on the cushion under-
neath in a downward snaking effect.
	As I continued kneading the sole of Dad's foot, I watched that thick heavy
piece of adult male meat flex, lengthen, thicken, and straighten out somewhat to-
ward me.
	Enrapt by the change, my thumbs slowed on his foot so the action became
more of a firm caress than a massage.
	Dad's cock flexed again.  Flexed and rose up before dropping back down as
his balls rolled up in their hairy sack and then back down again.
	Guessing at a connection between what I was doing and the reaction of Dad's
expanding cock, I purposefully made my movements of massage more slow, deliberate,
and firm.
	I was quickly rewarded with that big cock rising up again and then falling
to the side and against his hairy thigh as it wavered a few inches above the
couch's cushion.
	My own prick hardened.  I realized it when it bumped the side of Dad's calf
and then pushed past the obstruction to stand straight up from my crotch and nestle
itself inside the thick hair of his lower leg.
	I'd ventured back just to see Dad naked, relaxed, and sleeping...to see his
big cock in just its natural state.  My head swam with the sight of its length
hitting about nine and half inches already and its girth getting close to the size
of a beer bottle.
	Suddenly, that big cock jerked almost straight up and then fell to the side
to hover over his hip as it had above the couch cushion less than a minute or so
before.
	That solid curve of thick meat pressed outward in the process at somewhere a
little over ten inches.
	I was in shock and realized I was breathing through my mouth with my jaw
hanging down.
	I'd only seen my own prick this closely and those of my friends which were
half the size of Dad's in length and problably only a third in sheer width.
	Still working the sole of Dad's foot with my left hand, I moved my right hand
away and toward his fat heaving cock as if someone else had taken control of it.
Even though the realization of what I was about to do hadn't fully formed inside my
head, I knew the arising thought was of something I wanted very badly.
	My thumb stopped on Dad's socked foot, silence filled my ears, my head felt
light and buzzing, and my sight faded around that of the back of my knuckles near-
ing the exposed underside of Dad's thick looming cock.
	Lodged in the powerful length of that wide heavy monument to pure manhood sat
a thick tube jutting outward.  I slid my knuckles lightly up it when it jerked up-
ward and left me pulling back in alarm.
	Nothing about Dad's breathing changed, though.
	I waited.
	I moved my hand back.
	I grazed the underside again, that thick strong tube running the full length
of Dad's hulking cock.
	Again, it jerked upward.
	Staring at Dad's relaxed face and listening to his soft snoring, I lifted my
knuckles to where that ten-plus inch cock now stood at full pulsing attention.
	Making a tunnel of my fingers and thumb, I tried to encircle the throbbing
shaft in front of me.  My hand didn't fit around it and I found myself staring at
his fat meat in awe of that...drinking in the fact my father's huge cock was too
thick for the size of my hand.
	Emotions raged through me...pride at the sheer size of my dad's cock, shock
at the fully hard oversized dimensions of it, desire to feel more of it now rather
than just look as before, and fear he would awaken.
	Pride, shock, and desire won out over fear.
	Gently...slowly...I began lightly grazing my curved fist up and down the thick
sturdy shaft of my dad's cock which now seemed completely huge to me.  I could feel
the bulging network of veins brushing my palm and the pads of my fingers and thumb.
I loved the feel of it...loved the thought of all those raised veins pumping steel
into Dad's rigid pulsing adult meat.
	I forgot about massaging Dad's foot, watching his breathing, and the fear of
getting caught.  I'd drifted into my own world of fascination and excitement.  Dad
hadn't woken up yet and surely I was safe that he wouldn't given the time of night
and beer drank over the hours of his poker game.
	Dad's cock looked huge and powerful, much like the muscles in his arms and
legs I used to squeeze when I'd been little.  I wanted to feel the strength in it,
not just graze its impressive length and girth.
	I tightened my hand just below the head and pulled downward.  Foreskin expand-
ed and stretched as it slid further down the wide sloping mushroom shaped head of
the mammoth cock in my hand.
	As fascinated as I was at the slow peeling back of Dad's thick foreskin and
the revelation of the humungous head topping that big cock, I also noticed the fat
head shining wetly in the dim light drifting through the windows.
	I wondered at this without much time for curiosity.  As soon as Dad's fore-
skin finally eased past the heavy ridge at the base, warm syrupy fluid raced down
his shaft and partway down my hand in explanation.
	What it was hit me like a ton of bricks.  I'd heard of pre-cum, but never i-
magined there could be so much of it.  If I hadn't been so deep in my excitement,
so enthralled in having my hand clutching my dad's huge flexing cock...I probably
would've had a much much different reaction to the thick glistening fluid running
down his cock and my hand.  Instead, through, I began leaning over...again, on some
mindless autopilot fueled by excitement and fascination.
	Still, adjusting my position drew my attention to moving Dad's leg somewhat.
My eyes jerked up to Dad's face.  It was the same as before, his breathing and
snoring were the same as before.  I leaned in further.
	Tentatively, I stuck my tongue out when I was near enough.  A slight dab of
the tip of my tongue provided no taste.  Emboldened, reassured, and more determined...
I stuck my tongue out for a short swipe.
	There was still very little flavor other than a small tang.  Not knowing when
Dad might wake, I grew frustrated and stretched my lips wide before forcing my
mouth over the huge head of Dad's big cock.
	My eyes fell closed as my senses became assaulted.  First, the intoxicating
feel of the broad head of Dad's cock filling my mouth and forcing my jaw wide.  Se-
cond, the taste...the incredible taste of adult cock and adult precum with flavors
that now mixed sweetness, tanginess, and an earthy something that made my stomach
flip with added excitement.  And, third, that wonderful smell of stale clothes, hay,
and overloaded testosterone.
	I stayed still enjoying everything thrilling my senses.  After a while, I
breathed in a deep sigh and slid up to the tip of the hard cock filling my mouth
just as it flexed again and drooled precum directly into into my mouth.
	Swallowing the thick sweet flow, my tongue lapped at the underside of Dad's
fat hard meat automatically.  His cock flexed once, twice...three, four, five, six
times.  Each time, it deposited more cock syrup into my waiting mouth and swallow-
ing throat.
	I barely felt the big hand slide across the back of my head.  It didn't push,
guide, or grab...it just stayed there, moving and caressing only slightly.  I slid
down his thick juicy meat till it hit the back of my throat.  I was aware of his
big hand's presence back in some corner of my mind, but I was too caught up by the
big masculine cock inside my mouth and hand to consider what that hand being there
might mean.
	Somehow, I picked up a slow nursing pace of sucking the half of my father's
huge cock that would fit inside my young mouth.  It seemed to be the story of the
night, my body going places and doing things my mind hadn't even considered.
	Before tonight, I hadn't wanted to touch another guy.  I'd wanted to look at
my father naked again, but touching him hadn't orginally been part of that.  I'd
told myself I was only curious the past three years.  Sucking on the big fat leak-
ing cock jutting up from over his hairy balls proved that to be a lie I'd been
telling myself.
	I wanted to feel the hard strength underneath the soft skin smoothly cover-
ing the steel of his thick rigid shaft.  Tightening my hand as I began moving it up
and down in the same rhythm as my mouth, I could feel the rippled textures of Dad's
powerful cock.
	His meat felt entirely different from mine...mightier, ridged all over where
mine felt smooth, it's gigantic head stretching my lips across the wide base where
it met his shaft while the head of mine was smaller and flowed into the shaft of my
own plump prick.
	I didn't notice his heels pressing into me.  I didn't catch his big hairy
balls drawing up against the base of Dad's mammoth cock.  I barely even registered
it jerking wildly inside my hand and mouth until the thick tube running the length
of the underside bulged out against my fingers and thick creamy adult male cum
erupted inside my mouth.
	"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." A deep restrained growl came from in
front of me as my cheeks filled and my throat struggled to swallow the flood of cum
bursting inside.
	"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." came again from in front of me.
	 Opening my eyes, I looked up slightly to see Dad's hairy stomach shaking as
his fat cock unloaded into my mouth, throat, and stomach.
	Then, finally, I registered the heels of his feet digging into my side and
on cheek of my ass...the hand resting lightly on the back of my head...the big
hairy balls drawn up and hitting my hand on each downstroke as they unloaded cum up
through Dad's bull-sized cock and into my young body.
	Seven, eight eruptions spilled into my rapidly swallowing mouth before Dad's
hand slipped from my head and slid across his stomach...the spewing cum finally be-
ginning to lessen in both power and amount much too soon for me.  I held that last
erputions in my mouth to lap my tongue through it..feel it filling my mouth and
bathing Dad's huge cock...feel it sloshing thickly inside my cheeks, and slowly
let a little at a time slide down my throat as the taste and feel of it overloaded
my head.
	The sound of his breathing finally reached my ears as the roar inside my head
began to fade away.  No longer smooth and even while punctuated with soft snoring
as before, it was now fast and ragged as he began coming down from feeding his load
deep into my mouth, throat, and stomach.
	Now over, I felt shaken...fearful...embarrassed...and, guilty.
	Somehow I had to get out from under his leg and out of that room.
	I looked over.  One hand rested on Dad's still heaving stomach while the other
remained behind his head.  His face was turned outward toward the center of the
dark living room, eyes hidden behind prominent rocky cheekbones.
	I slid down off the edge of the couch, careful to not move Dad's leg any more
than I had to.  I held onto the idea he'd slept through everything.  I had to.
	Almost off, my face came level to Dad's calf, curling salt n' pepper hair
covering the skin in the same pelt as the rest of his body with one difference...
teenage cum matted an uneven six inch circle of that hair.
	The discovery I'd cum on his leg without knowing left me even more anxious
to get the hell out of there.  I couldn't even think about cleaning his leg up.  I
just had to get out of there, and knew I had to do it before Dad woke up.
	Slipping out from under his leg completely, I rose up and padded to my bed-
room as fast as I could without making noise.  Once inside, I shut my door and dove
onto bed to lay on my back shaking in fear, anxiousness, guilt, and emotional ex-
haustion.
	As I lay there with the tension beginining to ease, I realized that I hadn't
felt myself cum and was still feeling horny as all hell.
	I looked down to find my prick hard and standing at attention, the head and
top half slick with my own load.  I spit in my hand and reached down.  Forming a
loose fist, I slid my hand down the head and shaft as my legs flexed out rigidly to
the sides of the bed and my back arched over the mattress at the jolt of sensation
over the touch to my own prick.
	I slid my hand back up up on the slickness of my spit and remnants of cum.
More fire shot through me.  I'd beaten off before, but this time was miles differ-
ent.  I felt as if I were already in the beginning of throwing my load, my body
tense and tingling.
	I began a very slow stroke...wanting this to last and knowing it wouldn't if
I fisted my prick any faster when I suddenly heard Dad's soft heavy footfalls com-
ing down the hallway and already almost at my door.
	I jerked my hand away and froze as the knob on my door turned and the door
creaked open slightly.  Silence followed and stretched out as the door opened fur-
ther before being drawn back closed.  I listened to Dad's quiet footsteps move
down the hall to his room with Mom afterward.
	Soon, I heard soft voices from their room...then, muffled moans and the rhy-
thmic thudding of their padded headboard hitting the wall behind it.
	Dad was giving it to Mom.
	I relaxed thinking that surely he must have slept through me sucking his cock.
Surely he'd be too upset to get it on with Mom if he'd been awake.
	I lay there sure that me and my secret were safe, and that he'd only come to
be sure I was asleep before heading to their room relieve a horniness he wasn't
aware I'd started.
	Laying there with that thought in my head, another one slipped in of Dad's
big fat hard cock thrusting into her.  I spit in my hand and reached down once a-
gain.  I wondered and fantasized about how he and his body would look on top of and
thrusting into mom.  Easily and swiftly the picture forming in my head turned to
him over me.  His strong muscles tense and flexing...the fur of his body shiny with
droplets of sweat...his face hard with its fiery green eyes and thick dark mutton-
chop mustache.
	I thought about his big massively thick cock.  I thought about how there was
only one place where he could do to me what he was doing to Mom right at this min-
ute, and I knew there was no way it was physically possible for his bull sized cock
to fit inside the tiny opening inside my butt.
	I lay there fisting my prick with the tingle running throughout my body keep-
my movements slow and light to prolong enjoying the thoughts and imaginings filling
my head.
	I imagined Dad above me with my legs on either side of his waist as he knelt
between them.  I imagined his hot powerful cock prodding, stroking, and pressing
into my stomach as he thrust against my skin.
	I jerked my hand from my prick when I felt my balls draw up and tried my best
to keep from cumming before I'd spent more time exploring what was building inside
my head.
	I didn't pull my hand away soon enough, though.
	I raised myself up and looked down with the dim light from the windown stream-
ing an irregular rectangle of light diagonally across the bed to illuminate me from
barely below my chest down to my feet just in time to see the first slender jet of
thin watery cum jet forth, arch over me and come down to land in my hair, across
one side of my face as I quickly shut that eye, and then down in a line across my
chest and stomach.  The next jet hit me squarely on the side of the mouth before
rainy across my chest and stomach again.  Six more shots hit on or around my mouth
before leaving messy trails across my hairless torso.
	I stuck my tongue out as my prick dribbled the last of its load down its shaft.
The taste was mild...a little salty...a little bitter..and the slightest bit sweet.
Over all, it was a much less strong and rich abbreviated flavor than Dad's.
	I slowly got up on weak shaky legs and then hurried to the bathroom to clean
myself up so I could open that closed eye...the sounds of Dad and Mom together still
softly flowing into the otherwise silence of the house.
	I made it back into bed passing a small white pile on the floor just inside
the door and lay there wishing I could stay awake and longer enjoy what had happen-
ed that night...explore more of what was turning me on so greatly for my own father's
handsome muscular hairy body and the thick bull-ish cock at the center of it all.
	It wouldn't be until morning that I saw that the white pile on the floor
turned out to be the underwear I'd forgotten in the doorway to the living room
the night before.



(To be continued.)



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