Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2003 18:05:29 +0000
From: Christian . <xangel@hotmail.com>
Subject: Farm Fuckers Part 3 of 5 (Incest)

           Monday morning brought school and an afternoon of chores.  I
never really minded doing chores, the exercise and the ache that came after
it always felt good and I knew that if I kept at it, one day I'd be built
like my dad and that was always a good thing.  He had said that farm life
was what made him look the way he did.  Uncle Joe told us stories, sometimes
of the way their dad raised them and what they had to do as kids.  In
comparison, what Hank and me had to do was nothing.  I didn't mind.
          Hank had gotten home earlier than I had and was already in the
south ridge of the farm with a bail of wire and a shovel in one hand and a
pair of wire pliers and a hammer in the other.  His pockets, when I finally
caught up to him, jingled with nails and the like.  He was determined, it
looked like, from the way he was walking.  I knew that the fence had been
damaged not long back and that this was Hank's job, from the looks of it.
He was wearing a dirty looking pair of overalls and his work boots with a
hat to hide his sandy-brown hair.  He hadn't shaved in a while, so his
Montgomery Clift-looking face had a mustache and the beginnings of a beard,
it seemed.
           I followed him most of the way in silence.  It wasn't until we
reached the top of the ridge that I finally opened my mouth and told him
that I thought there was something that he could help me with.  It wasn't a
question, really, but more of a statement.  I didn't know any other way to
put it and I was rather scared to just jump right out and say it.  I had to
ease into it, it seemed, at least in my head, it did.  I started by asking
him what, if anything, he and Dad did when they were alone.
          "Talk and stuff, mostly."  He responded, never taking his eyes off
his work.  "We don't really `do' anything."
         "Has he ever touched you?"  I asked, stupidly.
         "Of course he has, dufus."  Was the expected reply.
         "I mean...`touched' you."  I emphasized, then.  "In another way."
         "The FUCK are you talking about?"
        I then proceeded to tell him, in detail, what had happened with Dad
and me.  As I talked, I felt the swelling in my jeans and saw that it was
having the same effect on Hank.  He stood watching me with his mouth going
slack, and then falling to a gaping state and finally, when he found words,
he spoke.  Work was long forgotten by this time and he put a hand to his
pants to readjust his hard cock.  He was unashamed at this.
          "He really said that?"  Hank asked, shocked.  "He really told you
to suck his juicy cock?  Just like that?"
         "Yep."
         "Did you?"
         "Yep."  I admitted to my brother.
         "FUCK me, Sam!"  Hank exclaimed, swinging a fist through the air.
"I fucking KNEW Dad was into guys!  I fucking KNEW it!"  He went on, jumping
up and down like he'd just found a hundred dollars.  "The way he and Pete
look at each other, you'd think they'd wanna fuck each other silly!"
         "Pete?  The guy at the farmer's feed mill?"  I asked, stupidly.
         "Hell yes, Pete!"  Hank educated me.  "Shit, they both practically
pop boners when they see each other and Dad's always going into the back
with him to do stupid shit and `help out' with heavy orders...orders, my ass!
I bet they're both polishing each other's hard knobs and god knows what else
back there!"
         "So, you're not mad?"
         "Mad?"  Hank asked, wide-eyed.  "Fuck no!  You sucked off our old
man, little brother.  Hell, if he had asked me a couple a years back, I'd
have sucked him ten ways from Sunday and left him panting on the floor!  In
case you haven't noticed, baby brother, our old man is a walking stud-horse
with a cock to match."
         "Maybe if you asked him, he'd let you."  I suggested.
         "Yeah, like I just walk up to him and say, geez, dad, why doncha
pull down your trousers and let me smoke on your fuck-pipe!"  Hank returned
with every word dripping in sarcasm.  "Yeah...that'll happen."
         "It might.  Why don't you just do it."
         "Do it, how?"
         "Go into the shower with him, or sneak into his room in the morning
when he's too groggy to know what's up.  Something like that would work,
wouldn't it?"  I answered, my perverted little mind going into overdrive.
"I could go into town Sunday and you could stay home with Dad."  I offered.
         "Fuck me, Sam!"  Hank exclaimed.  I never understood what that
meant but he said it, a lot.  "You got a deal, little brother.  A chance to
suck off the old man...fuck yeah, that sounds like a plan to me."
         The rest of the afternoon, we spent fixing the fence and taking
some fallen brush to the back part of the farm.  When we were about to pass
out from exhaustion, Hank led us down to the small pond on the north end and
jumped into the water.  I followed and we were horsing around and having a
good time when we heard the first rumblings of thunder and the flickers of
what would be a good lightning show.
         "We need to head back, bro."  Hank said, trudging out of the water.
         I marveled at his whole self.  His shoulders were wide and thick
with work-worn muscles.  He sported the "V" in the center of his back with a
triangular patch of hair at the point.  His beautiful ass bloomed at the
tapering of his back and went on into thick legs, thighs and calves.  As he
stood in the muddy bank of the pond, he squirmed his toes in the squishy
stuff and I thought that even his toes were perfect.  He turned to face me
as I swam toward him and I saw his perfect chest with its dotting of hair in
the cleft of his pecs and the trail of hair that ran the length of his
stomach, curled around his navel and fanned out across his lower abdomen to
converge beautifully around his flaccid member.  He slung his wet hair from
his face as he waved me in and I was mesmerized.
         "Did you really do Dad, or are you bullshitting me?"  Hank asked as
he pulled on his shorts.  "It's alright if you were making it up because you
wanted to do it and just didn't have the guts.  I understand, trust me.
I've wanted the old man's hard prick in my mouth since I knew what that all
was."
         "Really?"
         "Fuck, yeah.  Who wouldn't?  He's a hot guy with a sweet prick."
Hank replied.
         "But he's our dad..." I started, not sure where I was going with
that.
         "That makes it better.  Who else is going to love you like your
Dad?  Who else is going to MAKE love to you like your dad?  Most fags just
want to fuck you and toss you but family isn't going to be like that.
Family will love you when no one else will and they'll do it the right way."
         "The right way?" I asked, not sure I was following.
         "Yeah...not rough and tumble...slow and easy.  The way it's supposed to
be done, baby bro."
         All around us, lightning began to fork the sky and thunder rumbled.
  The sky had become a dark gray and the sun fought for dominance in a
losing battle.  I looked to Hank and he motioned toward the barn as the
first streaks of lightning became fierce and the thunder crashed over our
heads.  I followed Hank at a quick walk that became a run and when we were
inside, the storm began in earnest.  We stood in the doorway watching the
sheets of rainfall and I noticed they obscured the house.
        "Let's get into the loft.  We can wait out the rain, there."  Hank
said, already climbing the ladder.
I followed and as we cleared the platform, I noticed the hay was strewn into
a nearby stall and Hank stripped off his shirt before pulling a clean horse
blanket from the shelf and stretching it out on the stuff.  He fell on the
stuff and the crinkling sound fell quickly into the overpowering crash of
the storm.  I watched as Hank pulled off his shorts and tossed them to the
side.  My eyes traveled over his body and he opened his left arm toward me.
"Come on."  He coaxed, his voice low and inviting.
I took off my clothes and lay down next to my brother, a hand curled up
between us and the other resting on his chest.  I let my head rest in the
crux of his arm and I listened to the sound of his breathing, the pattern of
the rain and the softness of the small shifting of the hay when he would
readjust himself.
"Are you alright?"  He asked after a long time.  "Not scared, or anything."
"I'm alright."  I answered, honestly.
"Did you like it?"
"Did I like what?"
"What happened with Dad."
I thought about the answer.  "Would I be a freak if I said yes?"  I
relented.
"No."
"So, you've thought about it, too?"  I asked, gingerly, my fingers curling
in the soft hair on his chest.  "You've thought about doing it...with Dad?"
"A couple of times, yeah."  Hank admitted.  "I guess it's because we're all
together in the same house all the time and you get these urges, you know?
Uncle Joseph says it's only natural after a while with no woman around.  I
gotta admit that it makes a little sense when you think about it like that."
"Yeah." I went with him, trying to sound educated about things like this.
In truth, I was just going along with what he was saying.  He could have
said anything, at that point and I would have backed him up simply to be
backing him up.  "But you don't think there's anything wrong with me because
I liked it?"
"Not at all, James Aaron."  He replied, using my full name for my benefit.
He knew it made all the difference in the world for him to understand.
"You're at the right age to be thinking about sex and it's only natural."
I curled my fingers into the hair on his stomach.
"Do you think about it a lot?"  I asked, scraping his stomach lightly with
my fingernails.  "Sex, I mean."
"Hell yeah."  Was the enthusiastic response. "I don't think I ever let a day
go by that I don't jerk off at least three or four times a day thinking
about some hot guy or another.  You're gonna tell me you don't?"
"I don't know any hot guys."  I relented.
"Not one?" Hank asked.  "Hot girls, then?"
"No.  I don't think I'm gonna be all that into girls."  I said, truthfully,
my fingers trailing along his stomach to sink into his dark blond pubic
bush.  "I like...you know."
"Dick, James Aaron.  You like dick like the rest of us like dick.  It's
gotta be a family thing."  Hank laughed.  "It's alright.  They say it's
genetic, after all.  I guess we're living proof of all that."
I could see my brother's body responding to my gentle stroking of his pubic
hair.  I let it curl around my fingers and I pulled slightly as I let my
fingers trail out of his bush.  His cock rose, slightly, like an awakening
creature stirring from a deep sleep.  His stomach flattened even more and I
felt his chest rhythm change.  I looked up at him and he had closed his
eyes.  His mouth was closed and bent in a half-smile.
"Wanna do it to me, too?"  He asked me, his eyes still closed.  "You wanna
taste my juicy dick too, James Aaron?"
I didn't say anything, but let my fingers continue to trail over his pubic
bush.
"It's alright if you do, you know."
I noticed that my brother's body curved as he sat up and his eyes opened to
me.  His deep brown eyes met my blue ones and he smiled at me.  He put a
hand to my cheek and stroked my face.  The smile never left his face as he
leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to mine.  Thunder rocked the barn
as Hank's lips rocked my body the same way.  His hand cupped my cheek and
his mouth pressed slightly harder.  I put a hand on his shoulder as his
other hand slipped through my bent arm to hold my back.
The warm, moist tip of his tongue pressed slightly on my lips and I felt as
if I should open my mouth.  His tongue slipped inside me...the way Dad's had
slipped into my aching asshole and I held onto Hank's back as he stroked my
own.  I was fantastically dazed and the sensations sweeping through my body
were the direct result of Hank's talented tongue in my mouth and his tender
hands on my body.  I wondered why it was that I never had felt this before.
"I can show you how to do it, baby brother."  He said, tenderly as he broke
the kiss.  "It's easy once you know how.  Do you want to learn?"
All I could do was nod my head in the positive.  I DID want to learn.  I
wanted to make him happy.  I nodded again, to emphasize my eagerness and my
desire, which I unexpectedly felt rising in my crotch.  Checking, I noticed
the rising staff of my cock and I wanted to touch myself once but I wanted
to touch Hank more.  I concentrated on him and marveled when he reached down
and took hold of his precious rod.  He pumped it lovingly once and again
before looking up at me.  He took my hand and wrapped it around the base,
flattening my little finger against his stomach.
"Hold your hand at the base, stroke it a little while your mouth is doing
most of the work.  It's not hard yet, so you have to coax it a little."  My
brother told me.  "Like coaxing milk from a heifer.  Do it easy..."
I did what he said and the slight moan and smile I received told me that I
was doing it right.  Massaging the base of his penis caused it to grow and I
was amazed.  It curved a bit like a weighted flower.  The head blossomed
just the same way as I went on with what I was doing.
"Kiss it."
I looked up to make sure I'd heard him correctly.  He nodded and eased my
mouth forward by pulling my chin.  Doing what he asked, I gingerly kissed
the head of his beautiful penis.  He smiled at me and nodded again.
"A little more."  He said.  "More lips...push your lips down farther onto the
head of my cock."  He coached, moving my mouth by pushing gently on my head.
  "Open up as you go down, flatten your tongue along the shaft.  Easy, bro."
I did it.  Every motion that he wanted from me, I obliged.  My mouth was
soon sheathing his manhood and my nose was soon embedded in his pubic bush.
I was inhaling pure MAN and tasting it, too.  My hands were flat on his
body, one on his upper thigh and the other on his lower calf.  I couldn't
have asked for more as I pulled my mouth up along him.  He groaned his
delight and I swelled with pride.
"Go down again and this time...hum."
I did as he asked, not understanding the humming part.
"FUCK me, Sam!"
Looking up at him, I saw his head was thrown back and his mouth was
partially opened.  He was gripping the blanket in one hand and the back of
my neck with the other.  He was obviously enjoying what I was doing to him
and I was enjoying doing it.  I pushed my head down again, my tongue flat on
his shaft and he moaned.  His hips bucked a bit and his hand gripped the
back of my neck a little more tightly than I was comfortable with, at first.
  I couldn't help but moan, myself as he did.  It was intoxicating, the
feeling that I was making him feel this good.
"Oh, little brother."  He said, standing.  "I have some things to show you."
He pulled me to my feet and kissed me again.  This time, it was deep and
searching, in a way.  He held me to him and caressed my back, dipping deeply
into the crevice of my crack and cupping the curve of my ass.  Moans were
exchanged and tongues, too, as we kissed one another, hungrily.  The stubble
scratched me a bit, but I liked it.  Hank was to be my mentor and I welcomed
his teaching.  After the kiss, Hank's hands guided me to that next stage.
"Be cool and let me show you how to do it, baby bro."  He said, kneeling in
front of me with that cocky look on his face.  "All you need to do is pay
attention and take a few notes.  I'll let you practice on me."
His hand took my...dick.  He jacked me a bit and kissed the head.  His tongue
swirled around the spongy head before his tongue slipped under it and his
mouth closed over me.  I was holding tightly to the back of his head as his
mouth slipped down...down...down over the entire length of me.  As his head came
up, he began to hum and the vibrations seared through me like the lightning
that forked the skies outside.  I was fighting to keep my hips still but he
kept going.  His mouth covered me and covered me and covered me...I felt like
I would absolutely explode as he tongued me, sucked me, licked me and hummed
to me.  I was begging him to stop, the feelings too good to endure.
His hands parted my legs and readjusted.  He cupped my ass and moved my
right leg onto his shoulders.  He did the same thing to my left leg and when
they were both hooked onto him, he stood, taking me with him.  His mouth
continued to work like a vacuum on my hard manhood and he began to move his
mouth back and forth.  He moaned and I moaned, he sucked and I fought to
breath.  His hands kneaded my assflesh and I massaged his head through his
thick hair.
"Yeah, Hank..."  I managed to moan as he moved me against a nearby support
beam.  "Do it to me, big brother!" The words came, then.  Like dad...they
came.  "Suck me, big brother.  Suck my penis."
Okay, almost like dad.
Hank stopped and looked at me, using my own weight to support me against the
beam as his eyes met mine and he smiled.
"Penis?"  He queried.  "Suck your penis?"
"Yeah." I defensively answered.
"No...say, cock."  He corrected.  "Tell me to suck your cock."
I couldn't.  I wanted to but I couldn't.  I smiled, embarrassed.
"James Aaron...say the word.  Tell me to suck your...cock."
"Suck my..." I tried but the word wouldn't come.  "I can't, Hank."
"Say it."  He coaxed, his fingers kneading me as a dark, playful look came
over his face.  "It's easy. Kok."  He said, phonetically.  "Say it, baby.
Say cock for your big brother."  He went on.  "Just once."
His hands played with my ass even more.  He pulled my cheeks apart and his
finger crept into the dark hole that  I loved played with, so well.  I could
barely keep my head from swimming as he pressed at the tender skin.
"No, Hank..." I begged.  "Don't make me say it."
He leaned forward and kissed the head and I thought the word loudly.  He
kissed the head of my COCK and I liked it.  I couldn't let it out, though.
Dad said it.  Hank said it.  Hell, for all I knew, it was a fight song for
Uncle Joseph.  I didn't understand why I couldn't say it, but I couldn't.
The word froze in my throat.  Hank's mouth sucked the tender underside and I
squirmed in his hand.
"Say it...tell me to suck your cock, James Aaron."
I couldn't stand it.
"FINE!" I shouted, holding onto the back of his head.  "Suck my fucking
COCK!" I blurted out, pulling his mouth deeper on me.  "Gag on the fucking
thing!  Shove it down your throat, Hank!  Suck my mother fucking, hard-ass,
throbbing COCK!"
Hank's mouth took me in, completely. The words seemed to egg him on.
"...mmmm...tell me...again."  He said around a mouthful of my flesh.
"Suck my cock, sibling sucker!" I went on, my mind racing and my dick
throbbing.  "Fill your mouth with my cock, fucking cock-sucking bastard!
Suck me `til I shoot a hot load down your greedy fucking throat!  Suck me,
now, you cock-hungry FUCK!"  I said, mixing words that Dad had said as I
bucked forward.
A curious thing happened then.  I had been sweating with the sudden action
of Hank's holding me and sucking me and me trying to stay balanced on his
shoulders.  The sweat trickled down my back and into my ass crack...dripping
into the sweaty hole that his fingers played furiously in.  He slipped one
into me, stirring me up as he sucked me off.  I was hunching against his
face, spitting out every obscenity I could make up and he was loving it.
There was an urgency between us.  I didn't understand mine but I knew my
brother needed something and I wanted to give it to him.
"Aw...JEEZUS!"  Hank moaned as he pulled his mouth from me and pushed me
against the support beam.  One of his hands disappeared from my ass and I
saw his chest fold against itself in a muscled movement.  "Fuck me, Sam!"
Was the moaned follow up.
I couldn't help what happened next.
My cock throbbed once and a jet of white-hot liquid shot out, splashing
Hank's left cheek and quickly running along it to drip on his chest.
Another one shot out and hit just above the first one.  A third splashed on
his chin and I couldn't stop the fourth that covered his lips and ran
quickly down his chin and onto his chest.  He didn't seem to mind and
swirled his tongue over his lips to lap it up.
"GODDAMN, James Aaron!"  He swore and I knew then what he was doing.  "I'm
gonna fucking cum, you little bastard!"  He told me and I smiled.
"AAA...ah...uh...FUUUCK!"  He said as I dribbled the last of my load onto his face
to see him lick it up.  "YEAH!"
I looked down between us and felt the same warmth splash on my ass.  Twice
he shot my ass and I smiled wider.  I'd beaten him by two shots but I also
knew this was probably his fourth of the day so my victory was short-lived.
"God!" He said, swiping a hand through the spunk on his face as he let me
off his shoulders and fell beside me onto the blanket.  "Dammit, baby bro,
why didn't you tell me you had suck sweet cum.  I could drain your pump
handle every day for the rest of my life.  Sweet stuff, there!"  He said,
giving my limping dick a playful pull as he took me into his arms.
I didn't know what to say.  I just let him hold me and I enjoyed the
feeling.
"I guess you can return the favor later, there, James Aaron."  He went on,
his hands playing in my hair.  "We'll just wait out the storm and head back
to the house.  It should be time for dinner, soon, and we don't want them to
worry."
I didn't want to go back.  This was nice.  I shouldn't have liked it, I
knew, but I had.  Damn me for a fool, I had liked it.  Just like with Dad.
First my father rims me on the kitchen table, now my brother sucked me off
in the barn.  I tried to find something wrong with the whole thing but I
couldn't.  I wasn't even sure if I wanted to, anymore.  It was alright with
me if this went on for a LONG time...

The week went on without anything else happening between my family members
and me.  Saturday came and went and chores piled up that day, for some
reason.  I hadn't really lost out on time during the week but my school work
was a bit more than usual and so, I thought, that was the reason for the
sudden load of work.  There wasn't really anything I hadn't done before but
things that took longer.  It was well after sundown when I finally finished.
  I was hanging the buckets back in the barn when I noticed that Uncle
Joseph's truck was gone.  I remembered something about him having to make an
out of state trip tonight and also, that he'd left sometime after lunch this
afternoon.  I felt like a big goof when I thought about being surprised at
his truck being gone.  I'd had known about it all day but thought that I was
so tired that I'd forgotten.  I headed back to the house.  Dad would have
saved supper for me and Hank was probably reading in his room by this time.
Just by chance, I was quiet going into the house.  The back door didn't
slam, as I didn't let it go but held it as I entered.  I let it close and
slipped off my shoes by the door.  Going inside, I wasn't surprised to see
my dinner covered by aluminum foil and waiting on the table.  A glass of
iced tea, a fork and a napkin later, I finished my chicken, carrots, green
beans and potatoes, slipping the empty plate into the sink and putting the
fork on top.  I drained the glass and put it in the sink, also.
Upstairs, I padded in just my socks.  That's when I heard it.  Soft, almost
undetectable sighs coming from the hallway just away from the bend of the
staircase.  Our stairs ascended in an "L" shape and met with a small landing
just before going into the main hallway of the second floor.  I stepped
lightly on the landing and peeped around the corner to the source of the
soft sighs.
Imagine my shock when I was greeted with my humpy father and brother doing
what we'd all done with each other, at some time or another!!
Dad was standing against the wall of the hallway that ran parallel to where
I stood.  His meaty legs were spread wide apart to allow for my brother's
wide shoulders to fit as he knelt between them.  One of Dad's hands pulled
on his right nipple and twisted it to the point I thought it might come off
in his hand.  He moaned and groaned and pulled it harder.  His other hand
was buried in the thick, sandy-blond mop of hair on my brother's bobbing
head.
Hank's hands were busy, too.  One gripped his throbbing meat and stroked in
a long, steady pace that made me dizzy with delight.  His other hand was
pulling just as hard as Dad's on the other nipple that poked out of our
father's densely hairy chest.  He was twisting and pulling and Dad was
urging him to pull harder.
"Yeah, son...twist that nip!  Do it hard for daddy, boy!"  He said in hard
whispers, obviously trying to keep his voice down.  "Pull, Hank.  Make it
hurt good for me, son.  Twist it, pull it...yeah, like that, boy!"
	My brother didn't say anything.  He couldn't say anything.  His mouth was
wrapped tightly around the shaft of my father's dick and his cheeks bulged
with every downward push of his head and hollowed deeply with every pull
upward.  A savage rhythm was set up as he leaned back, my father leaned
forward a bit and as my brother would plunge forward, my father would lean
back a bit, making him work to swallow the whole thing.
	"Suck me, boy!  Suck that fuck stick!"  Dad swore, raking a hand through
the hair on his chest once, twice, before returning his attention to his
erect nipple.  "Slide it into your mouth and make love to it with that
fucking tongue, boy!"  Dad went on and I felt my pants tighten.
	Hank was MORE than getting what he wanted.  He was in ecstasy and I
couldn't blame him.  Even as my father's hardness disappeared down my
brother's throat, I remembered the taste and the hotness filling my own face
as I'd done the same thing.  Dad gripped Hank's head the way he had mine.
He held it still and began to move his hips back and forth in a rocking
motion and my brother moaned as if he were being given the best feeling on
the planet.  I had a feeling that this was exactly what he thought as my
father used his face as the perfect, warm, fuckhole.
	"Yeah, love that dick, Hank."  Dad told him, the fierce whisper like a
lover's hand all over my body.  My own dick throbbed with the sound of Dad's
voice.  "Let it in that piehole and make Daddy feel good, son."  He went on
and I had to adjust my hardening tool in my own pants.  "My hard fuckstick's
found a new home, boy!"  Dad continued, his voice thick, low and husky as he
moved in and out of Hank's mouth.  "Feeding you cockmeat is the greatest
feeling I've had all day, boy.  Take it all in that sweet hole, Hank.
Tongue that manmeat good, boy...yeah...goddamn but that mouth is like home!"
	My fingers wrapped solidly around my own dick as I pulled the zipper down
quietly and fished it out.  I watched in awe as my brother's mouth stretched
deliciously around my father's cock and they both moaned and groaned like
animals.  I stroked my meat as my father rocked on his heels and filled my
brother's face again and again with his strong male meat.  My father filled
the hallway with seemingly degrading names for the son who gave him so much
pleasure and with every new word, my brother's prick proudly throbbed it's
approval.  Words like "cocksucker" made the veins in Hank's shaft bulge.
"Fuckstick" and "cocksheath" made his dickhead throb that much harder but it
was the words like "son" and "daddy" that caused the best reactions.  Globs
of clear liquid leaked out of the head when Dad would say them and Hank
would moan all the louder.  I didn't know why, but it was great to watch.
	"Stand up, boy."  Dad whispered, gruffly.  "Reach for that wall and spread
those legs but wide.  I need lotsa room, so hold it for me."
	Hank stood up and sweat rolled down his chest and into his sopping pubic
bush.  Dad's hands ran through it and he brought his hand to his nose to
breathe deeply.  A pleased look came over his face and I couldn't tear my
eyes away.  I knew that smell quite well and I had to agree with my father's
assessment.
	"Damn fine smell of man, you ask me, boy."  He said, directing my brother
to the wall behind him.  "You like that smell, boy?"
	"Sir, yes, sir."  Hank answered and I had to stifle a moan of my own.  I'd
never heard his voice that deep and resonant.  "I like it better when it's
your smell, sir."
"So, you got a hard on for your old man, huh, boy?"
"Yes sir."  Hank replied without much of a pause.  "Goddammit, but I do,
sir."
"You like man-meat, doncha boy?"  Dad asked, stepping between my brother's
spread legs as Hank bent forward at the waist and put his hands on the wall.
  "You fucking LOVE cock in your throat, doncha boy?"
"Yes sir!"  Hank replied, his voice still a whisper but deep and full.
"You ever had cock in your ass, boy?"
I was stunned.  You could DO that?
"No sir."
"Would you like to have that sweet virgin asshole so full of daddy-cock that
you'll taste the cum from it in your mouth, fuck-hole?"  Dad said, the words
spearing through me like a pleasurable lightning rod.
"Yes...sir."  Hank practically moaned from the words, too.  "God...yes, I
would."
"Beg me, son."  Dad prompted, running a hand through the cleft of my
brother's smooth ass.  "Beg your daddy to put his big boy-sticker into your
sweet ass until you can't breathe good and then...beg him to fuck the shit out
of it like you know you deserve.  Do it, Hank...beg me to fuck that hole."
"Do it, Daddy!"  Hank began to beg, his face bowed and his hair hanging
loose around it so that I couldn't see his eyes.  "Please fuck me with your
big cock.  Put it in me and don't ever take it out.  Please, for the love of
fuck, stick that meat in my ass and FUCK the living shit out of me...please,
daddy...fuck me..."
I was on the verge of cumming right here!  I'd never heard my brother use
words like that.  There were lots of things I'd never heard but this was at
the top of the list.  My father was on a cloud of something as he hunched
over my brother's body and took hold of his stomach by linking his arm
around his midsection and of his right shoulder by grasping it firmly in his
hand.
"You want me to fuck you, boy?"
"Yes, sir...fuck my hole, Dad."
"Say please fuck me, sir."  Dad directed, moving his hips in a weird way.
"Say it, fuck-hole!"  He went on.  "Say the motherfucking words,
dick-holder!"
"Please fuck me, sir!"  Hank complied without much more coaching.  "Please,
please, please fuck my ass, sir."
Hank was a mass of begging as my father pushed his hips forward.  Hank's
hands splayed on the wall, then.  His head shot up and his mouth opened to
intake air all at once.  His eyes shot open and he went rigid.
"OH...GODDAMN...FUUUUCK...."  He exclaimed.
"SShh!" Dad said, holding him.  "You don't want to get too loud...James Aaron
is outside somewhere."
"Fuck him..."  Hank said, pushing back against dad.
"He'll get his turn."  Dad chuckled, running a hand along my brother's back.
"Shit, dad!"  Hank said, pushing against the wall.  "I've waited for
eighteen years for this...just do it, please?  Please just focus on me and
nail the hell out of that sweet ass like I know you want to!"
That must have been what Dad wanted to hear.  He took Hank's body by hooking
his arms around his stomach and began to move his hips back and forth,
grunting like a deer in heat with each movement.  Soon, he was sweating, his
legs had forced Hank's apart and he was ramming back and forth with a lot of
speed and force.  Hank's body looked like it was being torn apart and he
even pitched forward several times with the force of Dad's movement.
"You like that!"  Dad said, harshly.  "You like that daddy-dick in that
sweet hole, huh, boy?  You LIKE that man-fuck!"
Hank was moaning his approval as my father...fucked him!  That's was was
happening.  Dad's cock was inside Hank's ass just like his tongue had been
in mine.  That was what this whole thing was!  Dad was FUCKING my brother
and Hank was having the time of his life!!!
"Yeah, I do!"  Hank returned, enthusiastically.  "YEAH!  I like that hard,
farmer cock fucking my insides!  Fuck me, bastard!  Fuck the hell out of
this ass!  Fuck me, daddy! Slam that sausage deep into my hole and make me
like it!"
For a long while, Dad did what Hank said.  As it looked like they were going
to batter down the wall, Dad pulled back, roaring so loudly that it sounded
like he was going to shake the house apart.  He took hold of Hank's hips and
reared back.  I saw the beautiful head of his prick pop up from what looked
like nowhere and Hank's hand started pumping his own crotch.  Dad's dick
spurted one beautiful arch of hot cum into the air and it landed on Hank's
back to be followed quickly by one more and finally a third and fourth.
"JEEZUS!"  Dad swore, the height of his orgasm reaching him.  "FUCKING that
stud-hole and cumming all over your back, boy!"
"Cum, Daddy!"   Hank said, urging his partner as he stroked his own cock.
"YEAH!"  Dad yelled as Hank whipped around and my father dropped to his
knees.  "Your turn, boyo.  Fill my fucking face with your spunk!"
Hank did to my father what I'd done to my brother earlier in the hayloft.
He spurted one...two...three ropes of cum all over my father's face; firing one
after the other like a cum-shooting machine gun with my brother at the
trigger.
"CUM!"  Dad urged.  "YEAH!  Feed me that fine shit, boy!"  He said, licking
my brother's cum-firing weapon even as it continued to spurt.  "Fuck, yeah!"
Hank slumped forward and down to his knees.  He fell into my father's arms
as I'd done his earlier.  I turned and faced the wall behind me.
"Think we should go see what's taking James Aaron so long?"  Hank asked when
their breathing had returned to normal.  "He's been gone a while."
"Nah...we need to get a shower before he gets in, though."  Dad said, kissing
my brother the way Hank had kissed me in the hayloft.  "Thanks for this,
son.  I just hate that it took so long to happen.  What made you pick
tonight?"
"Just ready, I guess."  Hank said.  "Our secret though, right?"
"Hell yes."  Dad said, standing.  "Joseph doesn't need to know and James
Aaron is the last person that needs to know about this."  He said, swatting
my brother on the ass before leading him farther down the hallway and into
the bathroom.
If they only knew...