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Dad immigrated to the United States, went to college, discovered he had an affinity for computer programming, and had been quickly signed on with IBM. Mom became Vanessa Lynn Vornov upon their marriange and, when I entered the picture, they named me Nikolas Andrew after Dad and my mom's father. I was born in the first year of their marriage, and remembered Dad mostly as a huge man with a thick accent. He seemed to have always been dressed in slacks, dress shirts, and nice ties...soft spoken and quiet. He'd smiled easily and widely, though. While he never seemed comfortable speaking in english, his deep full voice had always left me feeling safe and loved. He was a big man, about 6'7", and could have easily been im- posing if not for his quiet warm manner. Looking back, it seemed almost as if he tried to minimize his height and heavily muscled physique by pulling his shoulders in and stooping somewhat as he moved. His parents were in an automobile accident in Russia shortly after my seventh birthday. His father's worst injury turned out to be a broken neck that left him paralyzed from the neck down, while his mother's were two crushed vertabrae and a crushed ankle. He immediately travelled back to Russia to care for them, and had been there ever since. Mom took a week each year to go visit as Dad couldn't leave his parents unattended. This year, Mom was giving up one of her weeks so I could go. With it being summer, I was going to be able to spend a month with Dad and I was ecstatic. The man who picked me up at the small ramshackle airport was a far cry from the father I remembered. Gone were the nice dress clothes, replaced by a faded work- worn work-shirt and loose draping pants made from some rough natural cotton-like material. Instead of polished dress shoes, his large feet were encased in blocky workboots that looked as if they'd seen better days somewhere about ten years back. His neatly clipped jet-black hair was now longer and shaggy. It stuck out from his scalp like a thick mass of thin wire, standing out and forward from his forehead as if to keep the sun and rain from his eyes. The rosy pale skin I remembered was now deeply tanned and etched with lines of hard work and worry. Oddly, he seemed even more handsome with the tiny lines crinkling outward from his dark eyes. The low eyebrows were still thick and curly, setting low so that his long eyelashes almost tangled into them. The heavy dark outline set off eyes that almost appeared supernatural. Dark sea-green rims surrounded centers made up of gold and silver flecks that seemed to disappear into wide bottomless pupils. The effect was striking and intense. Still, his face lit up when our eyes met and a million-watt smile exploded inside a thick beard and mustache that'd been absent when he'd lived in the United States. He lumbered over stiltingly as emotion filled his eyes. Something in the intensity of his obvious joy at seeing me filled my throat with a solid lump and left my eyes misting over. "Ahhhh, Sobachka..." The warm deep voice I remembered so fondly rolled over me as he pulled me into a long warm embrace. The nick- name was the one he'd had for me when I'd been a child. Mom had ex- plained that "sobachka" meant something close to 'cute and playful puppy' in Russian. The plane ride on the Russian aircraft after the the international flight had been a culture shock with its farmer passengers travelling with all sorts of livestock. The smell seemed to stay with me even after stepping out into the fresh air. Held tightly in his strong arms, though, the rich eathy scent of him erased that of dirty people, chickens, and dogs. He smelled of rich damp soil, fresh rain, cut wood, and the sweat of a man that worked hard yet started each day bathed with plain soap and cool water. His voice, strength of his arms, and scent of his skin gave me a feeling of having come home, though I'd just travelled halfway across the world. "Dad....god, it's good t' see you!" I mumbled emotionally into his thick chest. He reached for my shoulders and held me away from him. "Sobachka..." His eyes danced over me as he looked me over from head to toe, "my handsome Sobachka...is good, happy, to see you, too, my son. But, how much you look like your beautiful mother! Much better that than to look like big black bear." He chuckled. I could see he wasn't putting himself down, but only using humor to ease the emotion in our reunion. That realization kept me from jumping in with statements of how incredibly handsome he looked. "Come, Niko," It was good to hear him use my name his way instead of 'Nick" as Mom and all of my friends called me. "I make chicken kotletki, kartoshnik, and loby...very good, I hope you like. Let's get bags, we have long drive, Sobachka." We got my suitcases and Dad led me to an old vehicle that was kind of half car and half truck...bare metal and rust with only a hint of what at one time many years ago might have been blue paint. We drove for over two hours. The cab was small and Dad's frame took up most of the room. He had no choice but to throw an arm across my shoulders in the cramped space, but I wouldn't have changed it for anything in the world. We talked and caught up with each other as we bounced along a neglected road that hadn't seen repairs in decades. Finally, we pulled up in front of an old house. The settling of its old foundation left it sloping in odd angles. Even through the peeling paint, it had the charm and warmth of a home cared for with love. As we walked inside, I was met with the mouth-watering smells of a carefully prepared meal drifing from another room. It left me warm and happy in knowing how much trouble Dad had gone to for my arrival. "Niko. I... Well, is small house. We...you, me...we sleep here. Is living room, but is only place. Come, mama and papa will be much happy you are here. Dinner...smells good, yes?" I could only smile, and say dinner did smell great. And, I felt as happy to meet the two people who raised my father as they were. My grandparents were as excited as he'd said, gushing in Russian from their bed phrases that clearly meant my visit made them both very happy. We ate the wonderful dinner Dad'd made in their room with them. Dad and his mother took turns feeding his father as Dad translated for us all. The food was thick, heavy, and spicy...delicious...and, even more so because it had been prepared by my father. Afterward, I offered and washed the dishes while Dad bathed his father and helped his mother with her bath. Dad padded into the kitchen afterward drying his hands on a small hand towel. Most of his shirt and pants were wet, but his face was cheery and content. "Niko, you are sixteen now?" He asked, coming up beside me as I dried and put away the last of the silverware. "Yes, just last month," I responded, glad he remembered. "Then, we celebrate. We just use little glasses, uh?" He grinned, opening a cabinet and pulling out a large bottle of vodka and two shot-size drinking glasses on short stems. He set it all on a very small table in one corner of the tiny kitchen. Two rickety chairs flanked each side, one of which he slid into with a sigh that indicated it had been a long day...yet a good one. "So then, you are in senior classes now," his long legs spilled out across the floor in front of him as he opened the bottle and carefully filled the two small glasses to the brim. Spread widely in front of him, his legs didn't leave much room in the small kitchen. "Yes, I'll be in eleventh grade this fall." I answered, rather fas- cinated by the length of his legs as the cotton-like trousers gathered at his large bare feet. I also noticed his wet pants clinging to something that looked like a plum or lime in his pocket. Without the tail of his shirt covering it, the bulge was prominent and interrupted the smooth line of his trousers quite noticeably. When he moved and the shirt tail inched farther up, I realized it was attached to something equally as thick and that the trousers didn't appear to have any pockets! The worn fabric disclosed that there was only one layer and that the hefty bulge was clearly the color of blushing flesh. "Good." He lifted a glass to me. "You examinations, they are good, yes?" I tore my eyes away from the enthralling sight of what was surely my father's large cock and forced my concentration back to the conversa- tion. "Yes, Dad, I'm an honor student. Mom always reminds me about how well you did even with english not being your first language." "Blya, Sobachka, words are words...not so different. You are smart boy. You are mine, yes? See? It is how it is. Smart father, smart son...it cannot be helped. Mother, she is smart, too, and beautiful. You get smart from both, and beauty from her. Is good." He lifted and clinked his glass to mine. I was relieved he hadn't seemed to notice my spellbound inspection of the huge cock laying down along his thigh. We tipped both back, mine setting my throat on fire as it slid down. Dad leaned forward to pat my back as I coughed and sputtered. "Niko, you do not drink? You do not sneak drink when mother not see?" I shook my head silently as my throat continued to burn and my eyes teared up. "You are good son, very good son. You drink with father, though, yes?" I grinned as I wiped my eyes, "Yeah, Dad, I will drink with you." I worked to remember to speak in simple clear english, and steer clear of slang and contractions that would make it hard for Dad to understand me. " 'Yeah, Dad'..." He chuckled, "...so cute, Sobachka. I miss you, my son. All these years, I think of you every day...what is Niko doing, how is Niko. Mother, she tell me much and show me picture. She say you very happy and she love you much. But, not same for me as to be there." He refilled his glass, "I wish to be there. But, it is not for a man to be two places, yes? So, I do what must be done and look to the day I can be with you and mother. It is as it must be." I just stood there, beaming...just happy to be with him again. "Sit! Sit, Sobachka! It is our time, you and me. Here," he got up as I sat down in the chair next to him, "we add water for you. Is not good for young puppy to get eyes crossed on first night with father." He filled a pitcher with water and filled my little glass again. This time, he used equal parts of water and vodka. We talked about the health of his parents and caring for them. His father couldn't get out of bed, and his mother only ventured out to go to the bathroom and have a bath. They were too poor to afford wheelchairs for them. Russia's economy, I learned, was especially hard for the poor. I found that Dad worked the farm alone. Growing, harvesting, and selling potatoes, he earned enough to keep things going and his parents in their home. After a couple hours, Dad announced it was time for bed and that we needed to see how I would be most comfortable. He slept on a pallet, but said there was an old cot in a shed he could go get for me. I in- sisted I was fine sleeping on the floor with him which produced a warm smile across his handsome face. We spread the blankets out and pulled two pillows off a clean, but ancient, sofa. "I am sorry, Sobachka, that it is so hot here. We have nothing but the wind to cool." He began unbuttoning his shirt as I pulled mine over my head. When I next looked up, it was with shock. He was neatly folding his shirt and laying it over the back of a wooden chair. His back, shoulders, and arms were covered in thick curly black hair. He had shaved under his beard and the back of his neck resulting in a dark circle of fur ringing the base of his neck. It almost looked as if he was wearing a skin-tight dark wool sweater. When he turned back to me, I was in for even more of a shock. He had the beginnings of a tummy, but the rest of him looked like a very hairy professional wrestler. The front of his torso every bit as furry as the back. His muscles weren't defined, but they were huge and packed his frame as he were some warrior from hundreds of years ago. His shirt had revealed the width of his shoulder and back, but not the bulk of muscle hidden underneath. Hanging from boulder-like shoulders were arms that looked more like heavily muscled thighs. His chest flowed impressively from his shoulders and stood out from his ribcage like a rock shelf. Small dark nipples and a shallow bellybutton were barely visible in the black pelt of coarse curly hair that coated every centimeter of his torso. He chucked me under the chin, dislodging my staring eyes and making me realize my jaw had dropped open. "Not to worry, Sobachka, it is mother you are like. You will not be ugly werewolf. Nyet, you will be very beautiful. Already, you are beautiful young man." I'd always fantasized about girls. With my father standing in front of me half naked and packed with muscles from hard work and coated in the dark fur of his Russian heritage, though, there was no denying the tingle in the base of my stomach and thickening of my dick. He'd said 'ugly werewolf,' but I suddenly realized just how hot and handsome my father was. The jutting bearded jaw, broad roughly-carved cheekbones, intense eyes, prominent brow, and shock of jet-black hair hovering over his forehead made him a helluva striking man! And, that was before considering the powerhouse hairy body supporting that handsome face. "Dad, no!" I responded before I could stop myself. "I wish I looked just like you! I... I.... I mean, wow! I don't know anyone that looks like you except movie stars!" "Awww, Niko..." He actually blushed a little. "...you are such good boy. You make Daddy very......" His brow furrowed and his expression became serious, "Niko, you no call me Daddy. You say now, 'Dad.' Why is this?" It was my turn to blush. I didn't have an answer. I searched for why and came up with a possibility. "I guess I just thought that 'Dad' sounded better now that I'm older." "Niko, my father will say same...no father happy when his son no longer call him 'daddy.' One day, you will know. You always will be my Sobachka...my boy...my son...no matter how old. In here, " he tapped a finger to his forehead, "I always 'Daddy.' Should not I be 'Daddy' in here, too, yes?" He tapped my forehead as he asked, eyebrows raised in askance. "Yes, Daddy," I smiled. "I actually like that better myself now that I think about it." "Is good, Sobachka." He stretched and yawned, my eyes riveted to the muscles of his solid body tensing and straining underneath their thick carpet of sensual fur. "Is time for bed." He stated as his yawn faded. Reaching for the waist of his soft trousers as if to pull them off, his eyes flicked up to mine. His fingers stopped in their movement toward untying the cord that ran through the waist as his eyes stopped to study me. They slid down from my face, across the toned muscle of my shoulders, arms, chest, and stomach. There was something in his eyes when he looked back to my face...something I couldn't read, but that made me suddenly feel warm all over. While I knew that my 5'7" slender frame couldn't possibly motivate pride, it did kind of feel that way. Sandy blonde, a foot shorter than my father, and only toned muscles from swimming, biking, and tennis... I was pretty much his opposite. Even my eyes that Mom called golden rootbeer brown were no comparison for the striking icy green ones set below Dad's thick black brows and lashes. "Is very warm room, Niko, I usually...uhmmm..." He pulled at the waist of his pants, indicating he usually slept without them. It was then that I saw for the first time everything the tails of his workshirt had left previously hidden. There, hanging low down one thigh was a long, thick, and smooth cylinder of meat that swung against the soft material of his trousers when he'd pulled at the waist. It seemed only a few inches shy of a foot! "Oh, umm, that's okay. I always sleep naked, too." Hell! Why did I say that?!! I slept in boxers or sweatpants. I didn't sleep naked. I guessed that just I wanted Dad...Daddy...to be able to do what he would without me there. Maybe, I just didn't want him to be uncomfortable as he slept because of me. "No, no...I wash them tomorrow instead of tonight." "It is hot, though. Is it okay if I sleep without mine?" I asked, hoping that would make him feel comfortable about sleeping as coolly as possible. "Da, of course, is good. Maybe I do same later. But, maybe tonight not so hot as usual." "Okay, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable because of me." He put two big hands on each side of my head and smiled, "So much like mother you are." "Not exactly like, though." He chuckled and then brushed his knuckles over the blond trail of hair descending down the center of my stomach. The action left me feeling even younger with my almost hairless physique beside his bulky and darkly pelted one. He lowered himself down onto the pallet and patted beside him. I shucked my shoes, socks, jeans, and briefs quickly and then laid down beside him....trying not to stare at the long fat slab of meat draping lazily down his thigh. We talked a bit longer before he yawned and rolled to face the other direction. Without thinking, I rolled against his broad back...the thick fur bristling there feeling lush and sexy pressing into my smooth skin. He slid his hand over mine when my arm slipped around him. "Is good you are here, Sobachka. Always, I am missing you. Is better that father see son than miss him, yes?" "Yes, Daddy, it is." I inhaled deeply of the scent of him as I quickly drifted off into a deep contented sleep. When I woke several hours later, we'd switched positions. My head was now cradled into the firm pillow of a large bicep, a strong chin rested on the top of my head. Warm breath ruffled my hair as the chest against my back rose and fell with a quickened rhythm. The air in the room was warm, humid, and close with the furnace of Dad's hairy body pressed against my back, ass, and the backs of my legs. While the front of me was merely damp, I was actually wet with our mutual sweat where my body was molded into the soaked fur of his chest and belly. Even his thin trousers felt drenched against my bare ass and legs. A large rough hand caressed its way down my side and slid between us to cup my smooth slick ass. "Aw Vanessa..." came quietly from above me as the hand left my butt. The movement behind me said he was reaching inside his trousers and that impression was confirmed when something long, thick, and hard was placed firmly up the length of the cleft between my asscheeks. "So beautiful..." His hand slid over my hips and came to rest on my now hard dick. His breathing hitched and the chin lifted from my head. "Niko....." He whispered in surprise as realization hit him and he rose into a sleepy partial awareness. His hand moved from my dick to my lower stomach, though, pressing firmly it slid sensuously up to my chest. Its ascent brought the calloused skin of his thick fingers and palm abrading across one sensitive nipple, my dick jerking between my thighs in response. I was shocked by the incredible sensations my nipple was capable of telegraphing through my body. In the stuffy heat of the room, a rich musk filtered into my nose from the close proximity to his damp armpit. My body reacted to the scent, his touch, and the feel of his body pressed into me from behind. I tilted my hips back at the same time as he arched his forward. His solid cock slid up deeper into the valley of my tail. Slick with a heavy layer of sweat, the lower half of his meat slid deeper inside until it came in contact with my sensitive asshole. Dad mumbled something in russian that sounded like a cuss word, His hand continued caressing my chest as he backed his hips away. When he pressed them forward again, a long fat cock slid between my thighs and came out pressing into and then past my balls. The sensation left a quiet groan escaping my lips as a deeper one rose from Dad's throat. He rolled away and onto his back pulling his cock from my heated thighs as he gently slid his arm from underneath my head. A big hand slid down my ass and a thick finger pressed in between my cheeks. I could feel a rhythmic jostling of his body that indicated he was stroking his large adult cock as his finger circled and teased my eager ass- hole. His breathing quickened as his finger pressed tentatively against my young pucker. Suddenly, the wide sturdy finger slipped inside me. I gasped silently, careful not to give away I'd been awakened. I didn't want to take any chance of prematurely ending what was happening. I'd never thought of my asshole as being for anything but going to the bathroom. Like with him touching my nipple, my brain flip-flopped inside my head at the feeling of his meaty finger entering my hole. It was as if a million nerve endings were exploding like fireworks as my asshole gripped his thick digit in startled ecstacy. His breathing became faster and more labored, and the rhythm of his body as he jacked his cock left his finger twitching as it delved further into my tight young ass. Suddenly I felt his finger tense and curl inside me as the move- ment of his body came to a full stop. The only sound in the room was a deep gasp until the quiet was broken by the sound of something wet and thick gushing from his cock. That sound was quickly followed by another, that of what had burst forth from the head of his thick shaft now splashing audibly against fur-covered skin. I swore I could hear the wet eruption blasting from the head of his cock on each explosion just before I heard the splatter of it hitting some- where on his powerful body. The sound of both the gush and then its loud wet landing left me panting in excitement. The spewing of Dad's cock began to slow and decrease. With- out thinking, yet trying to maintain the guise of being asleep, I quickly rolled over and threw an arm and a leg into the massive load now drenching his his hairy body. The sudden change of positions was met with a sharp intake of breath as my hard young six inch dick pressed into his hip. He went stiff and held his breath as I nuzzled into him. My thigh landed just at the thick base of his jerking cock at the same time as my arm landed in the cum-heavy dark fur of his chest. My face nestled into the thick goo as I rubbed my cheek into the wiry hair of one meaty pec. Cum streamed down his side and pooled where my young hairless body snuggled against his older, beefier, and hairier physique. I rubbed my hand through the dense frothy hair of his chest ab- sentmindedly as I ground my dick into his hip. The smell of his cum mixed with his sweat was driving me crazy as teenage hormones exploded into my blood stream. His cock flexed under my leg and I laid there imagining the last of his load drooling from the head of his meat into a puddle in the thick hair below his bellybutton. I'd rolled on top of the arm whose hand had been stroking a thick finger inside my uncharted butthole. Now, it shifted and the hand returned to the crack of my ass. Fingers slid inside my crack and teased up and down against my eager opening. Before I considered what I was doing, I opened my lips and lapped at the thick cum trapped in the hair of his chest. The combination of all the sensations, taste of his load, and thought of his cock still unloading onto his stomach made my own dick jerk against him and begin spewing its own teenage cum into the sandwich of our bodies. I clamped my throat down on any noise escaping my chest and silently rode out the powerful orgasm that wracked through my slender body. I must've fallen asleep immediately. I'd felt comfort, love, and contentment in what had happened between Dad and me. It hadn't even really felt sexual, not in the way that my fantasies about girls felt with all the wild sense of experimentation. Instead, it had felt loving, affectionate, close, intimate, and natural. All too soon I was being woken from sleep and the wonderful sense of being held tightly in the embrace of my father's large woolly body. "Sobachka..." He whispered quietly. "...we must rise. There is much to do, little one, and we must bathe while mama and papa sleep." He disentangled himself and rose up before pulling me up onto groggy feet. Taking my hand, he led me stumbling into the cramped bathroom and quietly shut the door. He pulled a chain from the ceiling and the dull amber light from a bare bulb weakly filled the room. He chuckled quietly when the light fell onto my chest. "Ah, Niko, we must get you bathed or you will become Mischka and no longer Sobachka, yes?" I looked down and found curly black hair glued to me in flaky patches of dried cum. "You are more mischka...little bear...this morning than puppy. We fix." He grinned and turned on the water for the shower. The supple white trousers framed his solid square ass as he bent to the taps. "I build fire early, my Niko, so we have better than cold water. But, there is not much. We bathe together quickly. Not so nice for you as home, but not so bad, yes?" I smiled back as he turned back to me after testing the tempera- ture of the water. "Yes, it's not so bad at all...Daddy." I climbed into the curtain-less tub as he continued talking and shed his trousers. "Yes, must wash mischka away and bring back Daddy's sobachka!" I blinked several times in surprise at the thick low-hanging cock that swung heavily between his solid hairy thighs. It had to be over eight inches long even in its soft state and twice as thick as mine in girth. He followed my gaze and stopped at the edge of the tub. Ex- amining himself without looking up, he acknowledged my stare. "Yes, is big. But, big man should be big in all places, yes? And, is good for some things..." He laughed and climbed in behind me. "Oh, I'm sure it comes in handy." I laughed back, still impressed and dying to turn around and just stare at the hulking thing. Tepid water ran down us both as he reached for a clear bar of soap and began massaging it into my shoulders. "You sleep well, Sobachka?" "Yes, I slept great. It was like going camping." "You did not sleep all the night, though...eh, Niko?" My eyes went wide as he turned me to face him. "Aw, Niko, Niko...is good for papa and son to be close, yes?" I looked up into his eyes, searching for something...fearing I might see something that would say his interest was only sexual, something to indi- cate a perverse nature in his feelings for me. All I found, though, was love, affection, and innocent sincerity in his handsome rugged face and intense dark eyes. "Yes, Dad, it is good." "Daddy, Niko, Daddy....please...for me?" He took my face in both his large hands and leaned down to kiss me on the lips, the mustache of his beard tickling my lips and nose. "Yes, Daddy, it's good." I grinned. He looked into my eyes, thumbs skimming back and forth across my cheeks. "Yes, is good." He kissed me again, and then broke the spell of the moment by speeding up his words and turning me back around to wash the rest of the way down my back. "But, Sobachka, we must hurry...fire and warm water not last long." His hand slid between the cheeks of my ass, caressing my tight little hole as he soaped me up. We finished our shower just as the water began flowing ice cold. Both our cocks had stretched and thickened in the process. It seemed as if his gained only a little in length while we were showering, but had swollen up to about the size of my wrist in width. At nearly ten inches now, I wondered just how big it became when it was fully hard! I did learn that Dad was uncut, though. A thin sheath of skin tightly covered most of the head of his bulky cock, and revealed that the head alone made up about three inches of his hefty length. I was enthralled by the sheer size of it as well as the network of bulging veins that crisscrossed the long fat shaft. Dad left for a minute while I finished drying. He returned and insisted my clothes were too nice for working the fields. He produced a pair of cut off trousers like his as well as a heavy long-sleeved workshirt for me to wear. We fixed breakfast and woke his parents to eat. He later carried his father first to the bathroom, and then help his mother there after returning his father to the bed. We spent the rest of the day out in the burning sun and rested occasionally by the stream that ran through their farm, the trees along it pro- viding the only shade for miles. I learned that the only place the potatoes could be grown was near the stream as they had no irrigation system. Digging up the potatoes that were ripe for harvesting and placing them in a wooden cart, we hauled water from the creek in buckets to care for those that would be harvested another day. At the end of the day, Dad explained that we would wash our- selves and our clothes in the stream and produced another scent-less bar of clear soap. The wet clothes would dry and keep us cool on the long walk back to the house. He educated me on the need for the poor and elderly to make the most of what they had in Russia's currently desperate ecomony. It seemed only high-ranking political officials and the mafia were the only ones doing well financially. I loved getting to see him naked again and soaping up in the clear water. Even his square masculine ass was covered in the same dense curling hair as the rest of him. I wanted to touch it, to run my fingers over the solid mounds and through all that thick beautiful hair. I also couldn't help imagining pressing my face into that dark crevasse so thickly packed with that rich dark fur. I didn't know anything about rimming or even what it was it the time, I just knew I wanted to feel that hairy ass against my face. Despite the blazing sun, though, the spring-fed creek was as cold as ice. So, both the conversation and bath were short and hurried. Back at the house, we hung our clothes...except for the now dry shorts he'd given me...on a line behind the house. Dad went inside and came back out in a pair much like mine, fresh socks, and his dusty workboots. I was struck again by how handsome and sexy he was with his hairy and muscled body stuffed inside the flimsy draping shorts tied loosely at his waist. Now, being aware of the thick cock swinging heavily between his legs, it was a toss up on whether to stare at the prominent outline of it while it swayed underneath the fabric as he walked or the heavy muscles shifting beneath the furry pelt of black hair covering everything but his neck. We made a simple dinner we shared with his parents as we had the night before. Again, he bathed his father and then helped his mother as well before getting them both tucked in for the night. My admiration of him grew as I watched how gently and tenderly he cared for them both. Standing a full head taller than me with a face both striking and severe in its Russian heritage, the muscle-packed body could have easily left him looking mean and intimidating. The contradiction in his appearance and warm loving heart left me feeling both proud and incredibly lucky to have this bear of a man as my father. Later, over a number of those small glasses of vodka, we talked more about our lives and plans for the future. I learned as much about him as he did about me. As often as he caught my gaze drifting to his body, I also noticed his skimming my shirtless torso. "Last drink. Sobachka....get fresh glass, bigger." I went to the cupboard and pulled out one about the size of a juice glass. "Is good, but, two, Sobachka. I think you should bring two." I set both on the table as he reached to fill one half way up. He put the toe of one boot against the heel of the other, and began trying to work the first one off. I knelt at his feet and began pulling them off for him. When I looked up, he had the second glass with the bottle of vodka tipped toward it...suspended, but not tipped enough to pour. His eyes were fixed to mine, and I saw his throat flex as he swallowed deeply. Movement below his waist drew my attention, and I lowered my eyes to find his cock hardening and sliding from where it draped over his balls toward the top of his thigh. A wet spot spread where the head of his shaft now tented the thin material of his trouser shorts. "Niko..." he whispered, low and intimately...warmth radiating from his eyes. He set the glass and bottle quietly on the table and reached out his big hand for mine. I stared down for a second. The back of his hand looked like a baseball mitt while the long thick fingers reminded me of the handles on screwdrivers. Coarse dark hair flowed abundantly from his wrist over the back of his hand and onto his fingers in between the knuckles. He gently wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled my hand up to and then under the edge of his shorts. His eyes drifted closed as my hand slid over half his length, the hard width against my palm and fingers left my eyes drifting closed as well. We opened our eyes at the same time when his cock flexed in my light grip. I slid my hand farther up, revelling in the impossibly long length of him. "Oh....Sobachka....." he groaned in a soft whisper laden with heat and thick with the thrill of my hand caressing his hard shaft. He released my wrist and grabbed the bottom of the leg of his shorts. He pulled upwards until it slid past his balls and up against his crotch. His cock arched up into the air as his hefty furry balls spilled out onto the seat underneath him. Never in my life had I seen anything nearly as sexy as my tall muscled and bearded father slouched back in that chair with his huge cock and massive balls exploding out from the leg of those shorts. My head swam as much from the musky woodsy scent of him along with the incredibly erotic sight he created as from the amount of vodka I'd sipped over the evening. One hand went behind his head and the other went behind mine, urging me forward to the large cock swaying in my hand. It looked and felt like the drainpipe under a sink in its tremendous width. The thick tube on the underside that divided his fat cock in half felt as if a garden hose had been somehow attached to the full impressive length of him. I instinctively opened my lips as he brought my face to the blunt tip of his hulking shaft. Seeing a clear liquid drooling from the deep slit bi- secting the head, I stretched my tongue out to swipe up as much of the glis- tening fluid as I could. All at once it was bitter, sweet, thick, and salty. More suddenly flowed out and over my tongue as I clamped my lips down to trap it inside and savor the rich tangy flavor of him. He groaned quietly in repsonse and pushed my head farther onto his muscular cock. He slid farther down into the chair as my mouth suctioned the thick meat buried inside. I could only get about four inches of it inside, and used my other hand to stroke the other six or so left outside. His big hand left the back of my head and joined the other behind his own. In that position, his chest, shoulders, and back seemed as wide as the room. Shoulders, biceps, and pec's strained outward in high relief. Sweat began to shine on his skin and dampen the coarse hair curling over him like heavy carpet. The jet-black fur seemed to glow darkly around him, making him seem even bigger than he was. I found that the faster I bobbed my head and stroked his shaft, the more early cum leaked from his thick cock. His breathing began coming in deep short gasps as I reached my other hand under his cock and took his heavy woolly ballsack inside. I was as fascinated by the size of them and the thickness of the dark hair that coated them so heavily as I was by the huge cock that sprang up from the plum-sized orbs. I pistoned my mouth and hand over his fat meat as I massaged his heavy balls with the other. His hands came from behind the back of his head the clench into fists at the sides. Slowly and straining, he lowered them to grip the arms of the chair until his knuckles whitened. "Nikoooo...." He whispered, his voice tense as his legs stretched out rigidly on either side of me. The next sound was a deep pained exhale...drawn out and audible as the first thick explosion of creamy white cum splashed into my mouth. Before I could even swallow, another flood burst from the wide head of his thick cock and spewed into my mouth as a good deal of it shot from the corners and streamed down my chin. "Oh Niko, Niko!" He whispered hoarsely, dragging me from my knees as he sat up and pulled me against him. His mouth attacked my own, crushing his lips to mine and driving his tongue deeply inside. His wide tongue completely filled my mouth as he used it to manhandle my own and suck his own cum from inside. Sandwiched tightly between us with my hand still stroking his solid jerking shaft, his big cock spewed jet after jet of thick hot cum onto our chests and stomachs. He pulled back, desperation in his voice as he lapsed into Russian, "Sobachka, ti Ochen nuzhnA mne...ti Ochen nuzhnA mne!" Realizing I didn't understand him, "My sweet puppy, I need you so much...I need you soooo much!" He pulled me to my feet and then pulled my fist up the length of his cock till the top was dripping with his cum. He then pulled my shorts down with one hand and pushed my fist back between my legs with the other. I felt his hot load being slathered over my hole as he dragged my fist back and forth across it. Then he manuevered me to straddle his waist and guided my hand back to his cock. I knew what he wanted and I wanted it, too. 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