Date: Sun, 06 Aug 2000 18:47:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fur Dad <furdad@go.com>
Subject: Me and my Dad by the pool three

Me and My Dad by the Pool Three


"That night they slept together, father and son. His father was spooned up
against his son, Mark nestled safely in his father's arms, chest against
back, leg against leg.  Mark's drifted to sleep hoping that they would stay
this way forever."

Chapter 3

Mark awoke to the dim light of morning, the first sense he had was the
musty smell of the tent mixed with the sent of their sex from the night
before. His father was stirred, then crawled from the tent. Sun light
fluttering through the open flap, which brought Mark to full consciousness.

He gathered his strength and crawled to follow his father. He poked his
head from the tent; birds were singing and there was a light morning fog in
the air that caught in the early golden sun light. He saw his father
walking towards to dock and he smiled as the memory of the night together
ran through his mind.

He slipped from the tent and followed his dad. The air smelled fresh from
the last nights rain, the ground felt damp and gritty under his feet.  He
walked down toward the end of the dock where his father stood looking out
at the perfectly still water. As he approached he could hear the sound of
his father's urine hitting the water.

"Your uncle David and I used to have pissing contests off this pier when we
were kids", his dad said.

Mark waited until his father finished before he spoke. "I remembering
watching you pee in the bathroom once when I was... oh, gosh, maybe six or
seven. I was in the brushing my teeth and you walked right in and used the
toilet. I was quite amazed at the time, I recall."

"Well, you were pretty "amazed" about anything to do with my cock when you
were a toddler."

Mark laughed rather self-consciously at his father's statement. "Sounds to
me like you thought rather highly of your wiener. I may be gay, but I can't
believe I was a toddler cockhound!"

"The hell you weren't! I remember several times getting in late after
helping your grandpa get in his crop. Your mom would let me sleep late, and
just before she'd leave for work, she'd get you up and plop you down in our
bed. You'd sleep maybe a half hour more and then you'd be up and at it,
grabbing at my cock. At first I just put you on the floor to play, but
you'd pitch a fit until I either put you back in bed, or I got up and took
you downstairs.  Don't tell me you weren't interesting in my big ole dick!"


After a leisurely breakfast, Mark's dad announced that they would be rowing
to Windsor Cove for a swim and picnic.  Mark walked back to the truck to
retrieve the oars for the old rowboat. When he returned, he found his
father had packed a cooler for lunch and was waiting on him to help right
the boat.

His father had always referred to it as the 'damn old boat', and nobody
could quite remember when or where it came from. His grandfather had built
a stand for it, from pipes, near the clearing. When it was not being used
the boat was stored upside down on the stand, covered with an old tarp.

After setting the boat into the water, Mark donned an old pair of gym
shorts, his father grabbed his swimsuit and they headed out.

"Your rowing" his father said.  Mark groaned.

"Hey, I'm old and decrepit, you're a young stud. YOU row!"

The sun was hot which made the air temperatures seem much hotter than it
actually was.  Mark began rowing hard, the boat moved with a jerking motion
through the water.  His father was sitting in the stern facing Mark, who
was rowing blind.  His dad sat observing his son as his body worked to
propel the craft. His lean body showed that all its muscle was being used
in the task, his powerful arms pumped full of blood.  His skin was tanned
brown, his shoulders speckled with freckles.  He was sweating profusely,
the salty fluid ran from his head, down his neck leaving trails along his
torso. Balls of sweat accumulated on his light chest hair and waistband of
his shorts had become dark with dampness.

With each stroke of the oars, Mark's powerful legs dug into the bottom of
the boat. His father was amused to see the way his toes would curl with
each push. He watched his feet, which were large and masculine. The hair on
his legs trailed down to his ankles getting finer until it disappeared into
nothingness.  Bits of sand and droplets of sweat coated the hair, matting
it to the brown skin. His father felt his cock begin to flush, pressing
tight against his spandex suit.

Mark stopped rowing and turned to orient himself while resting his arms.
He put his hands behind his head and stretched for a moment, his father
beholding the thick dark wet hair under his arms.  His shorts had ridden up
while rowing and Mark used the break to make a few adjustments.  The length
of his cock was snug against the leg of the shorts and as Mark began to row
again, his father admired the distinctive shape.

The cove was a on the opposite side of the lake from their property. The
shore turned rocky on either side of the entrance to the inlet, jetting up
in huge walls of limestone. The cove was not much more than an acre in
size, but it was completely surrounded by the beige stone parapet. Large
outcroppings of warn stone dotted the waters surface, most were small, but
a couple were island sized.  Mark's pulled the boat along side a rock his
family called the picnic rock.

As usual, the cove was secluded and abandoned. The water was cold, spring
fed from several locations. Though colder than the rest of the lake, the
water here was crystal clear.  The bottom was a dozen feet down, yet you
could easily see the sun light reflecting off the clean sand of the bottom.
His father climbed to the rock and held the boat steady as Mark passed the
supplies ashore.

Mark dropped the anchor before diving into the water. After the first few
brisk seconds, his body became acclimated to the cool temperature.

"Come on in, old man" he yelled to his father.

His dad slipped off his swimming suit, then made a running leap from the
edge. The two swam for an hour, Mark exploring all the familiar areas of
the cove. When they finally returned to the picnic rock, Mark was
exhausted. He slipped off his shorts and wrung out the water, laying them
down in the sun to dry. He spread out his towel on a flat area and slept.

When he awoke, he found his father laying next to him. He was on his belly,
reading a book and took no notice of Mark.

Clearing his throat, Mark commented "I love this place, I think I could
stay here forever."

"I'm thinking it might be a bitch in winter" his father answered with a
lilt to his voice.

The two chatted for a while, reminiscing on the occasions they had spent in
the cove over the years.  Gradually the conversation became a question and
answer session, with Mark as the inquisitor.

"Have you ever had sex with a man before me?"

His father thought for a minute, "Your uncle Dave and I messed around when
we were kids. But other than that, just you."

"How about women, did you sleep with any before you met Mom?"

"Nope, I've only ever been with your mother," he answered.

Mark was again silent for a few minutes. His father was quiet, waiting for
the next inevitable question.

"Did you ever have really intense sex with mom. You know, like we did?"

"A few times. The first time was pretty good. The day you were conceived
was incredible!"

"You remember the day I was conceived?" Mark was surprised by the thought.

His father closed his book and rolled over onto his side to face Mark, who
was laying on his back with his hands behind his head. His sunglassed eyes
appeared to be looking into the sky.  His erect penis was hovering directly
over his abdomen.

"Of course I remember! First of all, there weren't many times we had bell
ringing sex. It was also the only time your mother and I ever had sex
outside of our bedroom..."  Mark waited for him to elaborate, but his words
just hung there.

Mark turned his head and lowered his sunglasses. "Where, pray tell, did you
do it?"

"Right about here" he patted the rock next to Mark, "where you have your
ass parked".

Mark was incredulous! "You and Mom had sex HERE?!?!"

"Yup.  This was where you began, kiddo. Who would have thought a wad of my
cum could end up like this" he said, placing his hand on his son's belly.

"I'm kinda jealous of my own mother" Mark said, thinking of the two of them
fucking in this wonderful place. He turned and looked into his father's
eyes. He stared at the fine crinkly wrinkles around his baby blues, the
flecks of gold and green sprinkled through the blue.  He reach out and
touched his father's face, running his finger across his cheekbone and down
to his chin.  His father mirrored the touch, running the back of his own
hand across the heavily whiskered face of his son.

The laid there for a long time, exploring each others body; touching,
tasting, and smelling. His father rolled onto his belly, Mark laying across
him. The son ran his tongue over the heavily muscled back, he's eyes
recording every freckle and mole. He noted the fine brown hair on his
shoulder blades, something he had never noticed before. He mouth kissed a
path down his spine until it reached valley of dense fur.

The cheeks of his father's ass were tanned a dark brown and Mark gently ran
his lips across their hairy surface before pressing his face into the
ravine that lay between them. He had feared that he would not be able to do
this, to put his mouth upon his father's opening, to insert his tongue into
his father's ass. He was afraid of taste or smell, but when he got there he
couldn't get enough. His tongue madly probed the tight hole, his own saliva
mixing with his father's ass hair and sweat. His hands groped his dad's
ass, no longer gentle; his fingers dug into soft flesh.  His father
responded with a loud guttural moan and his ass rose in a bucking motion
that forced the son's face deeper into his crack.

Finally, when he could take no more the older man rolled over and pushed
his son back.

"Oh your stomach!" he ordered and the younger man complied.

Mark felt the weight of his father on his body, the bristle of hair on his
chest against his own back and the hardness of his cock pressing intently
against his ass. His father spit into his hand and rubbed the fluid across
his son's hole. Then with great urgency, he forced his cock into his
son. Mark cried out at first, there was not enough spit to allow his
father's penis to pass easily.

Then the feeling changed, instantly Mark relaxed and the pain was replaced
by intense pleasure.  His father pulled him up on all fours and pressed his
cock deep into Mark's ass, their balls smacked roughly together.

"I want you to feel what your Mother felt nineteen years ago, take my cock
the way she did... feel my sperm deep inside you just like she did... the
sperm that made you!  Do you want that boy?"

Mark was breathless "oh god, fuck me dad."

His father began to thrust his hips into his son's hairy ass. He gripped
his boy's waist and pulled him back on each stroke, making the force of the
contact powerful. His nuts swung wildly, banging into his son's furry
balls.

His looked down and watched his cock sliding in and out, he could feel the
head of his cock slamming into the wall of his son's anal cavity. Mark's
ass clung tightly to his father's cock and he longed to reach back and grab
his own throbbing dick. He felt his father's rhythm speeding up and knew he
must be close to cuming.

His father slowed, pulling Mark into an upright position. He wrapped his
arms around his son, drawing his close against his chest. One hand began to
explore Mark's chest, while the other grasped his son's cock. He cock was
still stuffed deep into his son's ass, he slowly began to pump his hips
again. His tongue licked Mark's neck and he nibbled his ear. Mark leaned
his head aside and his father ran his unshaven check slowly against it.

He held his son close and the two men became one. And then, together, they
came. The father felt his son's cream flow out, covering his hand as he
stroked him. As he came, Mark's ass muscles contracted and squeezed his
father's cock. He was rewarded with a flood deep inside his bowels. The two
stayed that way for a long time, linked together by the cock which had
given Mark life.

Mark reached back and ran his hands along his father's hairy legs which
were hot from the midday sun. His dad continued to nuzzle his son's
neck. He brought his hand up from his son's cock and held them in front his
the boy's face. Mark eagerly licked the sticky cream from his father's
fingers, while his father's tongue ran across the back of his neck.

Father and son spent the rest of that day together, naked in the sun. They
made love again and again, returning to their camp only as darkness
approached. That night the slept together under the stars, either bodies
entwined.


The next few weeks went by quickly and it was with great reluctance that
Mark packed his bags to return to college.  On the last morning they stood
by the car, Mark's things already loaded.

"Well, I guess I should get on the road" Mark said, his voice lacking
conviction.

"I'm sure gonna miss you son! Thanksgiving's can't come soon enough for
me." he said. Then he hugged his son tightly and kissed him on his lips.

"I love you" he said.

"I love you too, dad."

The older man stood watching his son's car drive down the lane,
disappearing into a cloud of dust.