Date: Mon, 7 May 2012 02:41:42 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Foxhole Dad

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Thank you for your continued support. This is a tale of father/son
incest. If this is not of interest please find another story. Though my own
incest experiences were not traumatic sexuality between adult and child is
not advocated. Fantasy is legal, the rest is not. I love to hear from my
readers but due to the overwhelming response emails with photos get
priority.

I can be reached at:
Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
My name is Rob.

Foxhole Dad

It was a fluke - typical snafu. My dad was a sargeant of the 921 squad. My
corps had been diminished to a handful and were gratefully rescued by the
921. Pulling into the chopper by the corpsmen it was a pleasant shock to
sit back and see my dads handsome smile sitting across from me. We looked
at each other. At first a non-comprehensive nod, then a smile, then
laughter, and finally tears. Manly (no big sobs here) but tears
nonetheless.

    The chopper was too loud. Couldn't talk. The backpack was too
cumbersome to move about so we leaned forward, clasped hands and as my dad
stroked my cheek I watched a few of his tears fall. Mine did, too. It was
back at base that we hugged, talked about the field (enemy up by the ridge,
three gooks down, rest scattered, lost two to maryanns) talked about home
(mom is fine. Worried about you. How's Cheryl?) And talked about life
(catfish would be knee deep if we had this rain back home).

    The tents were ten men deep and it was never safe to travel far from
the perimeter but we found an isolation amongst the world just sitting down
side by side father and son. But it was the nightly invasion out of the
perimeter that caused a heightened anxiety. If dad went I would stay by the
rim waiting and when it was me as I emerged from the tropical forest I
would see him head into his tent.  The weather was wet, miserable and
humid. But just a glance between us made some kind of sun shine. At least
for me.

    But as often happens new orders came in and the remnants of my corps
was being air lifted the following day. Dad was glad, at least he kept
saying so, but I wasn't so certain. The army won't keep family
together. Its against the rules. I knew it. Dad knew it. We both knew this
was coming. Yup, no one was happy except the army. They were happy - in
Washington.

    It was 3 a.m.  Couldn't sleep. Everyone was gone save for me and dad
and a handful of grunts. So I headed into the showers. Not to soak but to
smoke. I sat on a bench in my boots, skivies and a tee shirt and enjopyed
my cigar. The shutters were down and it was the safest place to light up. I
lit up, inhaled and let the smoke dance inside me before exhaling. I
immediately felt better. What bliss!

    "Smoking in the dark, soldier?"

    I looked up to see dad standing in the door. We exchanged pleasantries
as he unlaced his boots, kicked them off and headed into the shower. As the
spray shot out his skivies and tee were flopped over the tone wall. He
showered, sang some Sinatra (loud and badly), and rinsed his soapy
head. "Towel, son", he ordered.

    I exhaled. "No towels". I inhaled. "Sir".

   "Well, soldier" he looked around "what the fuck is your commanding
officer supposed to do?"

    I laughed. "Drip dry".

    He hung his arms over the wall and grinned. "Give me your skivies". I
shook my head. "They're fresh. Hand 'em over". Again I refused. "Soldier?"

    "Dad". I grinned.

    He gripped the wall. "Soldier, I gave you an order!"

    I stood up and gave a mock salute. "Yes, sir". Stripped off I flung
them over. As he caught them I added "give them a good whiff first. That's
real soldier".

    He wiped his face. "Smells more like boy to me". But he used them
quickly to sop up the excess moisture and as he came out and sat beside me
he pulled the cigar from my hands for a drag. "You're gonna be safe, ya
know?"

    "I know, dad". I took it back.

    He put an arm about my shoulder. And we sat in silence passing the
smoke back and forth until it was done. "Well" he said as I ground it out.

    "Well". I said. Then I stood up. As I looked down at him he looked
up. Then down at my naked crotch. Then back up. It was a moment. A river. A
place in time. I touched the top of his head. From affection. From
knowledge. For what was past. And what was to come.

    He leaned forward sucking my cock into his mouth. Hands touched my
thighs. Kneading. Holding. His mouth sucking. My cock hardening. Tongue
teasing. Lapping. Sucking. Sucking. Hands on my shaft, my balls. Stroking,
pulling, needing. More. Hands on my ass. Pulling my cock down his
throat. Hungry. Seeking. Swallowing. Head bobbing. Sucking. My cock so
hard. Hurting. Fat. Thick. His mouth so warm. Sucking.

    Couldn't catch my breath. "Yes, daddy. Suck me. God. Fuck. Yes, oh,
yes".

    Fingers pulling at my nuts. Mouth sucking. Sucking. My god, my dad,
sucking. Slurping. Joyful noise as I grip his ears. Sucking. I find a
rythm. Fucking that sucking mouth. Fucking.

    "God! Daddy!"

    Hands squeezing my ass. Pulling the cheeks. Fingers squeezing my
balls. Pulling them. Fucking his mouth. His. His mouth. Sucking so
hard. Feels so good. So hot. Need this. For so long.

    "Suck me, daddy.  Suck me!  God!"

    My cock is huge. Monstrous. Fucking. My daddys mouth. My god, my daddys
mouth. Sucking. Pulling my cock into his throat. Suck. Slurp. Suck.

    "God, dad. Can't. Please. No. I'm gonna..."

     But the mouth keeps sucking. I shoot. He swallows. Wave after
wave. Body convulsing. My cum. In my dads mouth. My
dad. My. Daddy. Sucking. Sucking. Every drop. All of it. All.

    All.

    My cock is released. My knees are wobbily. Have to sit. Dad helps me
down. So hard to breathe. He's smiling. I laugh as I pant. Yes. Good. I
sigh. So much better. As I open my eyes dad stands. Oh, god, my turn?  But
I can't. I mean I never have. Never thought about.

    Dad places his thumbs at either corner of my mouth streatching me
open. (No. Please don't). The cock brushes my lips. (If I could only
breathe). The knob enters. Very smooth. Silky really. My tongue reaches out
for a taste. (God, no. Man cock. No). A fuzzy lippy opening. His piss
slit. Liquid. Precum?  I swallow as I lick. (Not bad. Not Cheryl but not
bad. Kinda sweet, actually). The knob is big. There is weight on my
tongue. Then it moves in deeper. So big. I suck. I know what I like this
isn't so difficult. (But cock. I'm sucking cock. God, my dads, for Christs
sake). So big but I suck. Hands on my ears. Steady. So I can't move. But
his cock does. In and out. Fucking my mouth. Fat. Cock. Knob. My
dad. Fucking my mouth. I suck. Stronger. He's saying something but his
hands are over my ears. Can't hear. But his cock makes noise. Or is it my
mouth. Sucking. I really am sucking. Cock. My dads. Sucking.

    My mouth fills suddenly.

    Cum.

    Daddys.

    So much. Hitting the roof of my mouth. Back of my
tongue. Swallowing. Thick. Wads. Swallowing. Daddy.

    The cock pops out. Mouth suddenly empty. So empty.

    A hand tossed over my hair as I look up. His smiling face.

    "Great", he sighs. "Nothing like helping a buddy out". As he reaches
for one of my cigars he clips me under the chin in a friendly way. "Gotta
love the army" and he lights up.