Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2017 23:24:37 -0800
From: DaddyRob2@hushmail.com
Subject: Farmer In Dale

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Farmer In Dale

The doctor did as he was bid and showed up after seven. The farm work was
done: cows milked, fields tended, and all was complete for the day. When
Doc Martin arrived he found Eben and his son, Dale, at meals end. The doc
was pleased to see both of them in a relaxed state. That was the perfect
way to examine a patient for a perfunctory physical. End of the year, at
least for Doc Martin. Two guys at ease, meal sated, and the workday
done. Perfect.
     "Eben. The fields look high."
     The burly farmer laughed. "Martin, you're an ass. Come in."
      With the mountain man leading the way the doctor followed him into
the house. Dale was at the kitchen sink finishing up the supper dishes. Doc
nodded to the young blonde with the dimpled grin as he took his chair at
table. He took a quick look at the bearded man then gave a quick shrug
towards his kid. The bear winked. Doc Martin smiled. It was time to start.
     "Dale?" Eben watched his son glance in his direction. "Time for your
physical."
     The lithe boy watched the physician extract a stethoscope from his
black bag. Putting it round his neck Dale saw the elderly man slowly
rise. "Follow me. My rooms at the top of the stairs." He led the doc up the
groaning stairs to his compact room. Pulling off his tee shirt he allowed
the man to approach.
     Doc Martin held the round end to his mouth huffing on the cool
metal. "This'll make it warmer." Ear pieces secured he checked lungs, heart
and lymph nodes. "Good. Drop the jeans and briefs." Kneeling in front of
the smooth young sex he held the small testicles. "Turn your head and
cough." There was no sign of hernia. "Turn around and place your hands on
the bed." Spreading the pert cheeks doc examined the anus. The small slit
was tight but showed no signs of trauma. The thighs were checked as the
expert eyes scanned the body for any obvious signs of interest. Nothing to
cause concern. As the doctor stood he said, "Your exam is done. Nothing of
much concern." The boy faced him now with a slight hint of fear crossing
his features. "I'm a little concerned about the tightness of your bum. I'll
give your father some cream for that. Otherwise you're in perfect health so
relax. Pull up your pants and come downstairs."
     Dale descended the stairs as Doc Martin reached the bottom. His dad
gave him a reassuring wink which always made everything alright. He watched
intently though as the doc took a tube of ointment from his case.
     "This is all he needs. Apply twice daily. Before lunch and before
bed. Make sure the area is clean first." He turned to Dale. "That means a
bath or shower before each application." His expression left no
debate. Turning his attention back to Eben he offered, "Wouldn't do you any
harm either."
     "Which? The cream or the shower?" Another wink and grin at his son.
     Doc Martin inhaled dramatically then waved a hand in front of his
face. "Both."

Eben closed up the barn after completing his final inspection of the
cattle. As he walked towards the house his eyes looked to the second storey
light. He saw his sons head through the bathroom window as the kid
showered. To himself he admitted the idea probably never would've occurred
to him. The idea of using his boy to relieve his sexual loneliness was at
first repellent when Doc Martin had suggested it. ("You wouldn't be the
first father to do it. And not the only one in this county, either. You
can't go on like this. It's not natural to be alone. Don't you love your
son?") Eben had thought of nothing else for weeks now. He'll, yes, he loved
the kid. Who wouldn't? Blonde, blue-eyed, and good-looking. What wasn't
there to love? And then Eben began to notice the way the boy looked at
him. There was such rapt steady attention from Dale. The boy hung on his
every word and quick to laugh with each bad joke uttered. Eben lit his pipe
as he stared up. He could imagine the boy naked now. He could see the soap
sudsing every part that he had begun to hunger for. Why was it only
recently he'd become aware of the kids sexual allure? The gazes. The curve
of that perfect ass. The sinewy arms that hugged him tight each night
before bed. The full tenderness of those lips. And to be able to taste...
     "Dad?"
     Eben refocused to the now open window where his pride and joy happily
called.
     "I'm almost ready. You coming?"
     Eben gave a gentle wave of consent. As the face disappeared he took
the last few puffs on his pipe. Well, ready or not, it was time. He glanced
at his index finger with a lingering thought.

Dale looked about his bedroom with the damp towel about his waist. Should
he just wait or assume a position for the ointment? He pondered as he
looked from his wooden chair to the five drawer bureau to his comforter
covered single bed. As he heard the screen door slammed and the familiar
creak of the stairs he made up his mind. The towel was tossed to the chair
and his hands were placed on the bed as he spread his standing
legs. Looking towards the door he waited then saw his dad's bearded face.
     "What are you doing?"
     "Getting ready. I've got the Key here."
     "The what?"
     "The Key. The ointment."
     Eben grinned in amusement. He supposed K.Y. would appear as Key to the
kid. "Not yet. I've just had my hands all over the Bessies. I'm not gonna
touch you til I've showered. Is there any hot water?"
     Dale stood. "Um, some."
     "Sounds doubtful." Eben undid the top few buttons of his work
shirt. "I'm 6'4" and 215 pounds. It's gonna take more than two minutes to
wash the grime outta my hairy stink." He winked at the boy. "Relax. I'll be
back."
     Dale sat on the bed naked. He soon heard the shower and oddly his body
shivered in anticipation. What was going to happen? What would it feel
like? What would daddy think about him? His body? Please don't let him be
as rough as when we wrestle. Dale waited. And waited. Each minute seemed
like an hour. It was worse when the shower stopped. Then every single
second was an eternity. Forever. And ever.
     Eben strode into the room in his long pyjama bottoms. The full forest
of his body clean and puffed into softness. He crouched in front of his
sitting boy as he placed his hands on both skinny knees. "Are you ready?"
With his sons nod he released the knees. "Hand me the cream and assume the
position."
     And then it was before him.
     Eben took in the breathtaking sight of the perfect ass cheeks. Plump
but small, separated by the beauty of divide. As he placed his warm full
hands on the cheeks they disappeared under his paws. Thumbs slid carefully
into the crack and as they pulled towards each palm the butt gave up its
secret. There before his hungry eyes lay the most wonderful little
invitation. An index finger gentley touched the slit. To his joy the tiny
hole pulsed hello.
     Dale inhaled. Daddy's finger was so gentle. He felt the slow massage
and at the same time became aware of his full his cock head felt. Looking
towards his groin he saw his little prick staring back at him, firm and
proud. The sudden pause as he heard the cap released gave anticipation of
what was to come. Then he felt the fullness as the cream was swept up and
down over his intimacy. Tingles crept up his spine. The heat was real. The
fullness made his body exude its own heat. Even his balls tingled with new
sensations. Dale felt wonderous amazement.
     Eben crouched. His grip allowed the balm to move up and down the sweet
hole. Another dollop and the balm warmed against the center. The bear
stared lustfully as his great purple knob slid slowly up and down the tiny
crack. He longed to rush the moment but knew he would not. The creamy head
slid the lube evenly. Holding his cock he stared at the disparity in size
between his massive cock and the full cheeks of youth. With minimal
movement he rubbed his piss slit in a constant kiss with the sweet
asshole. A groan escaped his throat. Eben was now aware the lube had been
joined with his body's own natural juice. With a heavy voice he uttered,
"Are you okay, son? How does this feel?"
     Dale sighed as he partly turned to see his somewhat standing daddy
behind him. "Good, daddy", he whispered. "Feels good."
      Eben rubbed his hand up the young spine beckoning the boy to lower
his torso. As the boy complied his cockhead insisted on the kiss. The sweet
hole urged a French kiss as it relaxed at the prodding. With a sudden push
the top neck of his cock was in a strangle hold. Eben teared. His knob was
in the furnace of his sons hole.
     Dale raised up suddenly then fell back to the bed. The fullness
overwhelmed him. His own knob burnt with blood flow. In instinct he tried
to push back but was stayed by strong hands on his hips. He could hear
daddy's heavy breathing. Something filled his senses. His body yearned for
something unknown. The heavy breaths choked. Then lava filled his gut. A
fierce series of hot blasts began to assault his insides. Wave after wave
warmed his intestines. Dale felt his knob tighten with burning. His head
down on the comforter he heard his daddy's deep gutteral moans. Paws
squeezed tightly to his hips.
     Eben threw his head back in a stifled yell as his cock spewed the cum
that had made this hole possible. For moments he was aware of nothing but
his cock finally in release. He looked down to see his cocks knob buried
into the tightness. He became aware of the tears as they found his
lips. Looking along the back he saw his sons head sideways, eyes closed in
bliss. For the moment he wanted the feeling to stretch to eternity. Pulling
out now was unthinkable. He let the orgasm go. His eyes remained fixed as
his cock remained hard inside his son. Eben was sated and deeply in love.


Dale woke late. The clock blared the neon 8:30. He moved quickly but felt
an uncomfortable mound between his ass. Reaching between his legs he felt
the round swelling about his hole. Maybe the cream didn't work. It felt
okay last night even if dad did hurry off to bed afterwards. As his fingers
felt the swollen edges a light trickle of liquid seeped free.
     Eben stood near the cattle watching but not seeing. His guilt was
almost palpable. What had he done? If only he could turn back time then...
    "Dad?"
    Eben watched his son approach quickly, naked and alarmed. Here it
comes.
     "Daddy, I think I need more. The cream is leaking out."
     Eben looked to his sons crotch then to the slight river down his inner
thighs. Jesus! It was his cum! Whitened he looked to his sons face. The boy
was quickly by his side. The eyes were wide with boyish
concern. Instinctively he lifted the boy to his arms and began to walk
towards the house. "You can't be out here naked." But there was little
admonishment in his tone.
     "Daddy, the cream didn't work."
     "Yeah, it did." Hurriedly he carried the youngster into the
house. Without any thought to the muck covered boots he ascended the stairs
until his son was safely in the bathroom. "Start the bath. You need to
soak." His voice sounded hollow to himself. Leaving the room he heard the
water begin to run as he sat on the bottom steps removing the boots. Done
his head craned up as if to see inside the room. Slowly he pulled himself
together to meet his fate.
     Dale knelt in the bath as the tub filled with nourishing warm
water. As he lowered his hips into the river the sore itch abated almost
immediately. Looking over he watched the farmer enter the room. "Sorry, I
just got kinda scared, you know?"
     Eben sat on the closed toilet. "I know. You'll be okay." Lowering his
head to study his twisting fingers he said, "I promise it'll never happen
again."
     Dale laughed loudly.
     Eben looked at the bathing boy in surprise.
     "Daddy. I'm not five you know. I got to sleep through the night
without any nightmares." The lad set his butt down between his
ankles. "Will you come in?"
     Eben looked at the expectations of the kids face. Then, surprising
even himself, he grinned. "You got it, pal."
     Dale watched his dad undress. He'd seen it all before but never with
any sense of expectation. The man who could terrify a Hell's Angels was
putty to the boy. As the power melted into the tub Dale was fully aware of
what chores were not being done. Looking into the sheepish grin the lad
rose up to his knees. In one fell swoop he was pulled into the massive
arms. "See? I'm not that sore."
    Eben laughed. "Oh, no?" But he held fast. The scent of youth gave his
body cause to rise. As a young hand took hold of his hard knob he
harrumphed with humour.
     "Now, daddy, it's only fair."
     Eben looked into his sons eyes. "What is?"
     Dale giggled with no response as both hands began to massage the wide
seven inch hard-on. His fingers slid up and down the hard pole. The knob
was purple with rage from being released from its protective foreskin. But
the boy looked up with his blue eyes wide into his dad's darkness.
     Eben looked down at his sons wicked grin. Suddenly the boy was showing
the back of his head and his hard cock was experiencing the most glorious
blowjob. His paw stroked the angel hair as the lad sucked on his cock. Up
and down and side to side the young boys mouth sucked hard. "Oh, Dale. My
sweet son. Suck daddy. Baby, I love you. Suck my cock."
     Dale sucked the hard silky knob just the way Doc Martin had taught
him. He slurped and licked and suckled as though his life depended on
it. As daddy held his head he sucked even harder.
     "Oh, my son. I need you so much."
     Dale looked up letting the knob slip free. "Until you can fuck me I'll
keep you drained." He went back to his task.
      Eben sighed happily. The farmer took his sons head holding it
still. Very still. He had found his heart. Thrusting, he began to fuck his
sons mouth. Harder. Then harder. He ignored the gasps. There would be time
for tenderness. Lots of time. Right now Eben needed to cum. Fucking the
boys mouth hard he heard the gurgles. He was oblivious. He needed to
cum. His needs took precedence. Just to cum. He gripped the ears. Fuck the
mouth. Fuck the face. Fuck the throat. His balls tightened. He heard the
splashing of the water. He knew the boys hands in his hips trying to push
back. But he thrust. Hard. Harder. Deeper. Into the throat. Hips
pushed. Boy sucked. His balls tightened. It was coming. It was moving. He
felt his knob squirm.
    Dale took the knob to the back of his throat. He felt the eruption well
up as a pool of mass that he began to swallow. As his dad yelled low and
strong Dale took the cock juice gush by gush. Swallowing hard inwardly he
gloated. The kid had the biggest man in the county down his throat. He
sucked it all up. Little boy that he was he had won over the powerhouse. No
matter where or how the farmer would always be in Dale.