Date: Sat, 29 Jul 2000 18:40:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fur Dad <furdad@go.com>
Subject: Me and my Dad by the pool

Me and my Dad by the pool.

It was the summer of 1994 and I had just finished my first year at Northern
Illinois University. I had taken a job in a pizza parlor near campus out of
necessity, so when school let out for the year, I decided to stay in DeKalb
and earn some much need cash for the fall semester.  My home was about 200
miles due south in Fayette County.  My parents lived on the old family farm
on the Kaskaskia River, about 10 miles from nowhere.

My mom works as a nurse in a clinic in Effingham, about 25 miles from the
farm. When I was a kid, she always said she HAD to work there, it was the
only clinic for miles and it was the only thing between us and starvation
in the bad years.  Truthfully, she loved the work and thing on the farm
never got that bad!  My dad farmed until 2 years ago, when he quit to
become a local sales representative for a seed company. He leased our
fields to another grower in the area, making a little rent money on the
side.  They lived a quiet life; travel little and spent less. Big
expenditures were reserved for farm equipment and the occasional new
vehicle.

When I was 13, my mom's remaining grandparent, Great-Grandma Dean, died and
left my mom several thousand dollars.  They sided our house with new vinyl
siding, got the bathroom and kitchen redone and, best of all, put in a
swimming pool!  Grandpa told mom she should have saved the money, but I,
for one, was elated with the new improvements.

It was about a week after the pool was finished that something odd
happened. I had finished my chores, as I always did, by early morning.  I
headed for the pool for a day of floating blissfully under the hot Illinois
sun. My dad was mowing the grassy strip that separates the gravel road from
the corn fields.  Once the corn is in and growing, most summer farm work
centers on mowing and upkeep of the buildings and equipment.  It was
shortly afternoon when my dad pulled up on the tractor, mowing deck in tow.

"Hey kid" he yelled, "How the water?"

"Great dad, are you coming in?"

"Right about now, that sounds like a damn good idea", he killed the engine,
and hopped to the ground. As he walked to the pool, he ran his forearm
across his sweat drenched face.  He pulled off his gloves and stuffed them
in the back pocket of his jeans.  He sat on the end of a chaise lounge on
the wide concrete patio surrounding the pool.  I watched him as he pulled
off his boots and socks, then he took off his watch and stuffed it into one
of his boots. He stood up to undo his belt and then dropped his
pants. Balancing himself on the back of the chaise, he kicked them off,
then picked them up and carefully folded them, laying them on the chair.

He looked over at me and smiled. He pulled his tee shirt off, over his
head. This he just tossed onto his pants.  There he was, standing in his
white Jockeys. He had a broad hairy chest, the fur travel down over a
slight belly into this briefs.  His massive legs were also covered in brown
fur. His hand moved up to push this dark brown hair from his face.  He walk
over to the edge of the pool and stuck in his big toe, as if to test the
water. He dramatically wrapped his huge arms around himself and faked a
shiver... "Damn, it's too cold!"  He smiled, and I laughed.  Then in a move
that stunned me, he slid down his briefs and quickly jumped into the pool.

I watched, gaped mouth, as he swam past me under the water. MY DAD was
naked! Outside! In the Pool!!  I had seen my dad naked in the house before,
not often but every now and then. I was quite used to seeing him in his
briefs.  My mind was racing! Is this legal?  What if someone comes to the
house? What if some sees him?  He was oblivious to my panic, as he floated
arched back in the warm water.

"God, this is heaven"

I didn't reply.

"I need a job like yours kid!  Nothing to do but spend my days soaking up
the sun and floating in the pool."

"Dad", I said, "Do you want me to go get your bathing suit off the
clothesline?"

"Naa, if a man can't skinny dip in his own pool, who can?"  Obviously, he
was fine with the arrangement. My fears subsided. We spent the next hour
floating in the pool, Dad relaxing, chatting and drifting. After a while,
he announced the need for a beer. He swam to the steps and walked bare
assed towards the house.  I watched as he walked away, the water dripping
from the hair on his muscular ass cheeks.  After a few minutes passed, I
saw him emerge from the mudroom, a bottle of beer in one hand and a book in
the other. As he walked, his dick bounced from side to side with each
stride. His hairy balls hung low, swinging slightly behind his cock.

He stopped at one of the chaise lounges, moved it slightly to align it with
the sun, then settled in with a flop.

"Hey Markie, do your old man a favor... could you get me that bottle of
sunscreen on the table" he pointed across the pool to a bottle I had left
under the umbrella. I swan to the other side of the pool to retrieve the
bottle for him. He smiled as I handed it to him and I watched as he poured
a generous amount into his hands and began to rub it over his body. He
seemed very absorbed as he coated his legs and arms, moving slowly across
his chest and face, the his belly and crotch.

He then settled back and read for the rest of the afternoon, getting up a
couple time to fetch a drink or move his chair.

These days repeated themselves of and on through the summer. I found myself
obsessed with his body and his cock. I lived for the times we would ruff
house in the water, he would pick me up and throw me, or he would fling
himself down on top of me, forcing me under the water. I would often find
myself thrust against his hairy body, and I would relish the feeling when
his cock would brush against me.

By early September, Dad and I had nice dark tans, his all over, mine with
dramatic tan lines from my suit. I was back in school by then and somedays
when the bus dropped me off at home, I'd find Dad out back by the pool,
buck naked, laying in the sun or floating in the pool.  This continued for
a few weeks until the weather cooled and the pool was readied for winter.
Harvest time came soon after, but the next summer we were back to our old
schedule.

The next few years passed quickly.  When I entered high school and got my
first car, I spent less and less time at home in the summer, more out with
my friends or working at part-time jobs.  Still, I loved those days when it
would be just us guys in the pool.

So, here I was... all grown up and living in DeKalb, working my summer
away, trying to enjoying the break from my college classes.  The town was
pretty dead in the summer and I found myself standing around most evening,
hoping for someone to come into the restaurant.  Tips sucked. Finally,
beginning of July, I gave up. I told my boss I was going to take a few
weeks off and head home. He knew I wasn't making any money and told me to
be back in time for the fall arrival of students.

I loaded up a few things from my room at the Frat house, jumped into my old
car and was on the road by 9 a.m.  It was no long past noon when I pulled
into the driveway of the farm.  The corn appeared to be about three foot
high and looked nice a green. The grass was still green, so the rain had
been enough to keep things growing. I slowed as I reached the house, the
cloud of gravel dust followed me to a stop near the garage. I looked across
the yard and saw my old man, kicked out in a chaise lounge, buck naked in
his summer pose.

"Well Jezz-Us-Christ, look what the cat drug in!" he shouted as he stood
and waved his arms in the air.  We walked across the yard to greet each
other and embraced in bear hug. My hands met in the center of his back,
which was warm with sweat. I thought to myself how I wished I was wearing
less clothes and could feel his cock against my naked skin.

"How long are you here for? Why didn't you call?" he asked.

"Didn't know until late last night I was coming, work is real slow, so I'm
back for a few weeks".  At that, he smiled.

"Well, take your stuff inside, then get your suit on and join me by the
pool!" he replied.

I grabbed by bag and headed for the house.  "And bring me a beer, would ya
kid?" he asked as I reached the door.  "Hey, I gave up waiting tables for
the summer!", I laughed.

I dumped my bag off in my room and stripped off my clothes. As I did so, I
looked across my bed and out the window of my 2nd floor room, overlooking
the back yard.  I could see my Dad sitting there.  I walked over to the
dresser to retrieve my swimsuit. As I held it in my hand, I thought to
myself "Why?" and then returned them to the drawer. I stood for a moment
looking at my reflection in the mirror.  At nineteen, my body had turned
very masculine. My body looked somewhat like my father's, only leaner.
While my legs and ass where as hairy as his, my chest hair was not yet that
thick. I looked at my cock, appraising it in comparison to my Dad's. I
glanced to my window and back to the mirror.  I was not sure, about the
same. I wondered how it would compare erect.  I thought about if I would
talk to him this summer about being gay. I had gone over that scenario a
million times in my head, what would my parents say, how would they react?

I grabbed a towel from the hall closet and threw it over my shoulder, then
thudded down the steps. I stopped in the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of
beer from the fridg. I had never drank in front of my father before and it
had never been offered. If I was going to be an adult and join my father
for a 'skinny dip' by the pool, then by God I would need the beer.

He looked up as I headed down the back steps. At first his mouth hung open,
as if we was looking for something to say.

"Well, it's about time you got up the nerve to sun your buns with me" he
finally said with a smile.

"Well, I figure now that I'm a big boy, I might as well work on a man's tan
too" I said, passing him the beer.

He gave me the once over and I tipped the bottle back and let the brew
slide down my throat. "Jezzz" he said, "You're going to be a hairy monkey,
just like your old man!" and he laughed, he eyes were bright. Not knowing
what to say, I said nothing. I set my butt into the lounge next to Dad,
closing my eyes and breathing deep and slow.

After a couple awkward minutes, we began a light chatter, catching up on
news and happenings from around town.  I rolled over and nestled my head in
my folded arms as we continued to talk.

Dad got up and straddled my lounge, I was unsure of what was going to
happen. "Let me soap you up, Markie, you're going to burn that fair skin
out in his sun. "

With that I felt his hands slowly massaging the sunscreen into my
shoulders. He slowly worked down my back and across my arms. When he got
within inches of my ass, he stepped backwards and began working on my legs,
starting with my ankles.  His hands worked deliberately, yet softly.  I was
in ecstasy!  He finally approached the cheeks of my ass, not stopping, but
kneading them with his fingers... working the cream into the flesh.

"Roll over", his voice rocked me from my bliss "Let me get your front".  I
did as I was instructed, not realizing I had sprung a boner.  As soon as I
rolled over, I knew I had a problem. I couldn't even open my eyes I was so
embarrassed.

"Awww shit", I mumbled.

"Don't worry about it, kiddo.  Not like I haven't seen you with a hardon
before", my dad replied as he started spreading sunscreen across my chest.
"and being 19, I'm guessing you've got a perpetual hardon all the time
anyway!  God knows I must have jerked off a million time when I was your
age", he laughed.

I was dumfounded! "What do you mean you've seen me with a hardon before", I
said indignantly!

"I'm surprised you don't remember, guess you were too small back then.
When you were a crawler, I used to have to bath you when I got in from the
fields, give your mom time to cook dinner.  So, I always gave you a bath
while I was in the tub too. Every time I'd soap up your little pecker,
you'd spring a little baby boner.  You'd smile and laugh, you loved it! The
more I washed you, the harder you'd get.  Before you'd know it, I'd get a
hardon too and be jerking off while you watched and smiled."

He had worked his way up my legs by now and I caught my breath as he rubbed
the cream onto my throbbing woodie.  He let go and there was a moment of
silence between us. I opened my eyes for the first time to see him standing
over me, his own 8" cock was rock hard.

"Wow, Dad's got a hardon too...  I can't believe you jerked off in the tub
with me!", I said.

Dad stepped back over to his lounge, "Hey, why not. I get a hardon, I jerk
off... what's the big deal! Like father, like son".  He grabbed his cock
and gave it a few slow strokes. "What do you say?  Should we beat the meat
like the old time? At least you're old enough to cum now!"

I thought about it for a minute. I wanted to say yes; GOD knows I wanted to
say yes! But it was a little too weird. Getting off with my dad... wow.

"OK...  if you want", I said.

He stood up and straddled my lounge again. He pushed my legs over the sides
and sat down facing me. "Hey, if we're going to do this, let's do it like
we did back in the tub".

He reached over and wrapped his paw around my engorged cock. I leaned back,
enjoying the moment... a smile on my face.

"Just like you did as a kid"

I extended my hand to his impressive tool, running my fingers over it's
hard hairy length.  My hand cupped his furry balls, gently rolling and
caressing them.

"Damn, you're much better at this now, then you were 15 years ago!", he
said.

We began to jerk our own cocks, I couldn't take my eyes off him, his hairy
chest, his nipples peeking through the fur. His slightly rounded belly, his
navel, his broad muscular legs. His big furry hand sliding up and down his
cock. His lips were parted, I could tell he was enjoying the feeling... the
tip of his tongue slowly ran across his lips.  His eyes were half closed,
half watching.

"Oh, yah..." I said breathlessly. "This is so hot, I'm going to shoot any
minute"

He didn't reply in voice, but his breathing became quicker, his mouth open
farther. His hand stroked faster.  The back of his upright torso arched
back slightly, his head back.

"Aw fuck", was all he said when his balls erupted, shooting a load of white
cum across the space between us. His head jerked forward and his eyes
opened as the last spoonful shot across my leg. Then it was my turn.  My
own load spewed up towards my reclining body.  The first wad landed on my
face, beside my nose. The rest hit my chest and ran slowly down by body
toward the gob of cum Dad had left on my flat stomach.

"Jesus Christ", he said, "if I knew getting my rocks off with another guy
could be that intense, I'd have turned gay by now!"  He laughed loudly.

Then, he reached over and ran his index finger across my belly, scrapping
his cum up. Then he did something incredibly hot and totally
unexpected... he stuck the finger in his mouth and licked his juices off.
My face must have betrayed me... "What, you've never tasted your own cum?",
he asked.

"Yah, I have", I responded.  Then I took my own finger and scooped up the
cum he had left on my leg. I licked it off and smiled... "Mmmm, yours
tastes just like mine!"

My dad got a serious look on his face. "Careful son, it's one thing to jerk
off with your buddy, it's another to eat his cum. People start thinking
your queer!"  He got up and moved towards the pool. "Guess we better get
cleaned up, your mom will be home in a while!"

"Dad", I said "I think we need to talk..."