Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2011 21:03:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Discovering Uncle Tip  Chapter 8:  Dad's Talk

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Discovering Uncle Tip  Chapter 8:  Dad's Talk

	I laid awake wrapped in a warm secure blanket of Uncle Tip's
muscled arms, thick legs, and coarse fur.  Even though I was physically worn
out, my mind was racing with questions and finding no quick answers.
	He'd whispered in my ear just after he raped me, "Now, was
'that' what you came here for?"  And, I had to wonder now if he hadn't been
as drunk as he appeared...if it'd been a bit of an act to give me what he
thought I wanted...what he thought I needed  I hadn't realized till afterward,
the answer was yes.  After the prissy light-touch teasing of Jenny's, I HAD
wanted the powerful rough handling of a big man.  That comment he made
when he thought I was asleep about "not" falling in love with his nephew,
though, gave me more to think about than I was prepared for.
	It was about 1:00 AM when he untangled himself from my
smaller seventeen year old body and rolled onto his back, andpulled me onto
his chest with one of those gorilla arms.  I took the opportunity and slid out
from underneath, then out of the bed before his body stilled completely.
	I found my clothes in the dark, dressed, and silently left his house
for home.  Driving home, my mind kind of blanked out.  It was almost as if
it dedided on its own I wasn't going to figure anything out any time soon, so
it was best to just shut down.
	I turned off the engine coming down the driveway to keep from
waking anyone up.  I shut the truck door softly and walked to the garage.
The outter door was kept open for Old Mister, our dog, to come and go
freely.  We'd added the two-car garage back when I was a kid so the old
door into the house had once been an outer door with a screened window
in it.
	I looked inside as I was about to open it, and was met with a
more than interesting sight.  My dad was stretched back along the length of
the couch reading a Zane Grey cowboy novel, bare feet toward me and
head on the opposit end.  One hand held the paperback open, while the
other lazily stroked the underside of his meaty cock-shaft standing straight
up from fly opening of his boxers.  At the base of his bull-cock, his ballsack
spilled out of the opening in his worn shorts to pool between his thighs on
the cushion underneath.  His hairy balls rolled rhythmically inside as he ran
his fingertips up and down the underside of his shaft.
	As I stood watching, he reached for a glass on the low table
beside him only to find it empty.  He swung his legs to the floor, and set the
opened book down as he rose to his feet.  I saw that his balls were big and
heavy, hanging at least six inches from his crotch before he stuffed them
inside his drawers.  He left his cock sticking straight out, though, as he
walked into the kitchen.  Once he was partially hidden by the wrap-around
counter of cabinets, I took the opportunity to make my presence known and
opened the door to step inside.
	"Aw, howdy, son." he said, looking up as he dropped ice into
his glass.
	"Oh, hi Dad" I answered, acting surprised to find him up as I
pulled off my boots and socks...leaving them at the door beside his own.
	"Bit of a late movie, huh, champ?" he asked as he disappeared
reaching into one of the lower cabinets and coming back up with a bottle
of Jack Daniel's whiskey.  Dad almost never drank, and as a result was
a major lightweight at it.
	"Yeah," I grinned looking guilty on purpose.
	"Son, we oughta have a talk."  He looked up from under his
brows as he filled the glass half full and the ice cracked inside.
	"Um, sure Dad," I said, suddenly a bit uncomfortable under his
steady gaze.
	He came from behind the bar, half hard cock still hanging heavily
out of his fly.
	When my eyes went to it, he stopped and looked down.  He
stuffed it inside as if getting caught with his meat out was as normal as holding
a hammer, then waved his hand to follow him as he went back to sit on the
couch.
	I slipped my shirt off, draping it over the back of the couch as
I followed him in.
	"Go git somethin' t' drink before y' grab a seat, son."  he said,
putting his own down.  "Grab a beer or whiskey n' coke if ya like, you're
in for the night now."
	"Gotta pee, too, dad, be right back."  I headed down the hall
and changed into soft running shorts with no liner after leaving the bathroom.
	"Okay, Dad, what's up?" I asked as I came in and sat on the
floor in front of him, sharing my first mixed drink with my father.
	"The birds n' the bees, son." he laughed and reached under the
couch.
	He pulled out a glossy magazine and dropped it in front of me.
	"I waited up n' got prepared for this, so we could have this talk
while your mom was sleepin.'  Now, go ahead n' open that up to the first
set'a pictures."
	When I did, he scooted to the edge of the couch, leaning forward
with his elbows on his knees.
	"Okay, tell me whatcha see one thing atta time." he said.
	"Umm, long brown hair."  I answered, playing his game. I
guessed this approach of his was supposed to make one of us feel more
comfortable.
	"Some girls like to have their hair stroked and some like it pulled,
and, then, some like it stroked at first...and, then, pulled later.  Next, boy?"
	"Um, titties."
	"Good one.  The nipples are your hot spot most'a the time, but
some girls have little or no feelin' there..n' some others're so sensitive n'
ticklish that they don't like 'em touched.  Same thing with a man's, so your
own can give ya some idea.  Ever touched your own?"
	I lied, "No, I've never thought about it."
	He reached over and stroked a calloused finger back and forth
over my left one.  "How's that feel?" he asked.
	"Kinda tingly."
	"And, this," he asked as he caught it between his rough thumb
and forefinger.  He squeezed lightly, a bit of a haze coming over his eyes as
his knees began rocking side to side a bit with an almost boyish excitement.
	"Um, wow Dad, I kinda feel that all the way to my balls.  That
tingle, I mean."
	He just looked at me and pinched more firmly, rolling my sen-
sitive nub back and forth.  "And, this.."
	I gasped and arched my back as he let go to reach down and
grab my dick playfully through my shorts.
	He laughed and told me that had been a good lesson for me.
He grabbed his drink, straightened his back, and took a couple serious
swallows as to ease some tension...though, he didn't seem tense at all.  In
the process, his shorts climbed up in his crotch.  His balls slipped out along
with the three inch long head of his cock, bout half an inch wider on each
side than the rest, and about a half an inch of shaft.
	"Next," he said as he returned to leaning over, planting his elbows
on his knees and clasping his hands in front of him as even more of his cock
and low-hanging balls slipped free from his boxers.
	I tore my eyes away from his heavy equipment and looked back
at the magazine.  I turned the page and found the same woman as the page
before, only now a man stood behind her and equally as naked.
	I stammered, "Bush?"
	At that, he went into a lenghty explanation of foreplay, getting
her wet and "ready," eating a girl out, her clit, and the fact that it took a lot
more to get a girl off than a man.  I only half listened, much more distracted
by the man behind her and my own father's set of hefty tools hanging down
over the edge of the couch.
	"Next?" he asked, emptying his glass and setting it back in its
place on the endtable.
	I grabbed my own and took several strong swallows knowing
what I was going to answer next.
	"Cock"
	"Y' know, your mom n' me wanted one kid t' focus on.  We're
both from big families...lotsa brothers n' sisters...n' we didn't wanna have t'
divide our time as our parents did."
	Where was this going?
	"Kind of a shame here on this subject, though, 'cause y' surely
do learn alot from older brothers.  That's where y' usually git a lotta experience,
two growin' horny boys with no girl t' experiment with." he continued, slur-
ring a little.
	He went on, cock flexing from time to time as he spoke, "See,
y' need t' know about yourself, too.  Experimenting with others, finding out
what they like can lead y' t' discovering a lot about'cher self....like what them
nipples do for ya when treated a certain way."
	"Now, not t' git too personal, but'cher mom knows t' go for mine
when she's ready 'cause that'll get us both bringin' it home at the same time.
Y' need t' know that kind of stuff about the rest of ya, including your johnson."
	I tore my eyes away from his lengthening cock and turned the
page, my own hard dick tenting my shorts blatantly for my father to see.
	Dad asked next, his voice low and gritty, "You ever touched
another boy's johnson Joey...or, a man's?"
	I looked up into his intense gaze as I quietly and hopefully lied
yet again, "No."
	Continuing to look deeply into my eyes with his own alcohol-
brightened ones, and voice dropping even lower and quieter, "Would you
like to?"
	"Ummm, yeah.  Yeah, Dad, I would.  I mean jus' t' see what
mine will feel like when I'm all grown.  I mean, I.."
	He interrupted, "Go ahead."
	I couldn't look away from his eyes as I nervously moved my
hand to curve it around his rubbery length.  His eyes closed slowly as his
lips parted, his fat hose flexing in my hand.
	"Next?" he asked quietly with his eyes still closed, his solid
cock coming fully hard in my hand.
	Moving my eyes from my dad's face to his cock before
answering, I lightly stroked my hand up and down its length and girth.
Fascinated by the heavy ridges underneath, I slid the thick loose skin back
and forth.  Feeling the knobby testure, I immediately began imagining how
my dad's impressive cock would feel stuffed inside my ass, those substantial
ridges rippling against my tight assring as he fucked his cock in and out of me.
	The next picture had  been of the woman on her back with the
man pulling the lips inside her bush apart and sticking his tongue out as if to
lick inside.  He had her bent knees spread and her pink asshole displayed
openly while he knelt over her with his dick and balls hanging in her face...
her hands spreading his own asscheeks.
	"Ass." I answered without looking back at the magazine.
	His eyes opened sluggishly, as he stood and picked up his glass.
His cock slid from my grasp and he asked if I needed a refill.  I said, no, as
I'd barely touched mine.
	He picked it up anyway and drank half of it before saying, "Yeah,
y' do."  And, smiling, he headed for the kitchen.
	I leaned one shoulder against the couch as he returned.  Stepping
over me, he left one leg against my back as he moved back into the same
position he'd been in before...just with me against the couch and between
his thighs, now.
	This put his hard cock swaying and bouncing in the air inches
from my face as he handed me my refilled drink.  I took a swallow and
nearly choked on the alcohol content.
	He set his own drink down and twisted a bit to face me more,
putting his cock so close to my face I could smell the musky male scent
wafting off it.
	"Now, you said 'ass'," right?" he asked.
	I just nodded, staring at his cock.
	"Well, there's quite a subject. son.  Ass.  Turns out there's more
nerve endings in the ol' butthole than anywhere else on the body.  A lotta
folks're hung up on its main function, but it can be a damned sensitive n'
pleasurable area.  Here....."
	He reached the arm opposite me down and slipped his hand
into the leg of my shorts just under my balls.  His cock swung over and
pressed into my face as his fingers moved lightly up and down the trail from
my balls to my ass.  My legs spread automatically and I reached down with
my own hands to pull my cheeks apart.
	As I did, it suddenly hit me!  I was still slippery down there from
whatever Uncle Tip had slicked me up with, plus two loads of his thick cum
that was still slowly leaking out!
	I tried to scoot away once my mind lost some of its sexual haze,
and I realized what my dad was about to find on and in me.
	"No, no, son.  Now, just give it a chance."  He said misreading
my actions.
	He slipped a finger down my crack and sunk it easily inside my
my hole still raw from Uncle Tip's rough abuse of it.
	His eyes dropped closed again as mine did too.  "Oh, man,"
quietly escaped his lips as, "Ohhhh, god..." escaped my own.
	He must have had so much to drink without being used to it, that
he didn't notice how slick and slippery my hole was.
	His finger slid back out before he sunk it all the way in again,
adding a second the next time he pushed into my hairless teenage ass.
	Eyes rolled back from the feeling of his fingers inside me, cock
jerking against my cheek and eye...I tilted my head up and snaked my tongue
out to swipe it over and over across the underside of my father's cock.
	With the top of my head against his lowered chest, I manuevered
myself to clamp my mouth over the plum-sized head of his daddy-cock.
Thick streams of his precum immediately spilled into my mouth as my tongue
swirled over the head and a groan rumbled through my dad's chest.
	He tilted his back and shoulders, freeing my head.  With more
room to move, I began sucking his huge sturdy cock with everything I had
as his fingers continued stroking and stretching my ass.
	His other hand came to the back of my head, suddenly, and
began plunging my head on and off his cock as his fingers, three now, did
the same inside my well-fucked boy-hole.
	Suddenly he let go and grabbed my shoulder saying quietly,
"Yeah, yeah, yeahhhhh...."
	I pulled off to mostly just the head as rope after rope of thick
syrupy daddy-cum spewed into my mouth.  I pressed my tongue against
the underside and felt each salvo gush past to splatter agains the back of my
throat.  It was like feeling the cum shoot from deep inside him into me.  I
moaned around his cock as I swallowed flood after flood, and filled my
belly with cum from the man that made me.
	The taste was driving me crazy as I realized I was grinding my
asshole furiously on the thick rough fingers driving in and out of my ass!
Uncle Tip's cum was salty and tangy.  Dad's, though, was SWEET and
salty, pouring out in thick gobs!  I bathed Dad's cock in it, slathering the
thick load the head and shaft of his cock with my tongue letting what I
couldn't hold slide down my throat.
	As his cum subsided with a pool of it still filling my mouth and
me not yet ready to give up that thick sweet taste completely...I gulped
down the last of it in small swallows, savoring every tablespoon until I was
sucking the very film of it off his skin.  I darted my tongue into his cum-slit,
trying desperately to get at least one last taste.
	"Son, do you beat off dry or wet?" Dad asked in a gravellly and
husky voice.
	Gasping for breath, I released his cock only long enough to say,
"Dry."  Then, I stuffed his cock back inside my mouth.
	"Here, here now, boy.  Got somethin' else for you t' learn about.
Wet, it feels more like someone's mouth, cunt, or ass. " he said, gently pulling
me off his cock and backward onto the carpet.
	He slid off the couch onto his knees, positioning himself over me.
He pulled his hand from my ass and slid that arm around and under my thigh
before plunging his fingers back inside with his weight resting on his elbow.
With my dad's thick heavy cock and balls hanging in my face, he pulled my
shorts aside and freed my dick and balls out into the cool air.
	He spit on one of his big rough paws and wrapped it around
my seven inch boy-dick.  Then, he leaned over it and spit on my meat
several times till it was super slick and his spit began running down my balls.
	He started slowly fisting my dick, popping his forefinger across
the head on each downstroke.  In the same rhythm, he pistoned his long
wide fingers in and out of my tender ass...my body twitching as his knobby
knuckles abraded my tight assring making it vibrate across his fingers.
	I had to have his cock in my mouth again, and leaned my head
up to capture that hefty rubbery tube of flesh within my lips again.  He ac-
comodated me by lowering his hips till I could nurse and milk his semi-hard
monster wildly.
	Suddenly, his fingertips began grazing something inside me on
every plunge of his hand.  He knew what he was doing, because it was
clearly purposeful.  He was stroking something Uncle Tip's cock had battered
and abused up inside me.  Something that had made fireworks go off in my
head.  Now, Dad's touch being more firm and less savage, the sensation
rippled through me over and over.   Chowing on his meaty cock, big rough
fingers stretching my ass, and, now, his stroking of that ultra-sensitive spot...
my balls tightened up and I knew I wasgoing to blow!
	Dad seemed to sense this, too, and slowed his fisting of my dick.
He drew out the sensation of his hand sliding over my length, gripping it
firmly and lodging his hand against my crotch every time he reached the base
of my young hard-on.  My dick strained for relase as he tortured me with his
jamming his fingers in and out of my ass..concentrating on stroking that
sensitive spot even more firmly.
	I sucked his cock deep in my mouth as as I began to groan and
cry around it, my body exploding with sensation as my cock began exploding
onto my forehead...chest...and belly.
	After the first few shots across my skin, my dad growled, "Fuck
it!" and swooped his mouth down and over my spewing dick.
	In shock, I spit his cock out and raised up on my elbows to see
his handsome rugged face sucking my boy-meat hungrily as I unloaded down
his throat.  Seeing his eyes closed in pleasure, lips clamped down on and
suctioning my dick, and face bobbing frantically into my crotch did some-
thing to me.
	Suddenly, warmth raced up over me from my toes to my head.
I felt my whole body relax into boneless flesh as my head fell back to the
floor.  As the last of my cum was suctioned out of my balls by my father's
powerful milking action, I turned my head to lazily suck on the head and
what length of his shaft I could reach.
	He slowly eased his fingers from my ass and pulled off my dick.
He stoked my balls and the outside of my ass as he pinned my teenage meat
against my crotch with this mouth, sucking back and forth across the
underside.
	Then, he twisted around to lay on top of me. He kissed me
firmly, but not forcibly, on the mouth...sliding his tongue against my own,
thoroughly mixing the taste of his load with mine.
	Flipping us onto his back with me on top, he grinned from ear to
ear and laughed, "So, how was that?  Bet not all that many teenagers getta
'birds n' bees' talk like that!"
	I pulled my head back and grinned, "Ummmm, no, daaaaad, I
don't think they do."  I chuckled with him.
	"Well, I'm sorry you ain't got no brothers, son.  But, you jus'
think of me as a big brother as well as dad from now on.  Dad first, now...
but, still as a big brother, too.  Shouldn't be hard...you've always been a
great kid n' never in any trouble.  So, we haven't had any of the 'against
each other' kinda stuff most fathers n' sons git all caught up in."
	He got off me and stretched up and back with a yawn as I
stood and did the same.
	He reached down for the magazine and handed it to me, "Now,
take this n' hide it in your truck or somethin' tomorrow so's your mom don't
find it under your mattress," he said, as he swatted me on the butt.
	"'Night, Dad." I chuckled again.
	"Night, Son."
	Dad gathered the glasses and pulled the leg of his boxers back
down over his heavy set of cock-meat n' bull-balls on his way into the kitchen,
while I trotted off to bed.
	As I laid in bed drifting off, it occurred to me...man, my weekends
were chock full of surprises lately!!!