Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2001 12:30:19 -0600 (CST)
From: Farmer XX <FarmerXX@webtv.net>
Subject: MY DAD'S BODY

I was born and raised on a farm.  It was a place of delight to grow up
as a kid and one where I grew into manhood far before I should have.

At age 16 I was reaching six feet tall and weighing in at 180 pounds.
Rather than playing my day away when I returned from school, I would
change clothes and help my old man with the chores.  It was there that I
learned about a man's sweat and how intoxicating it could be.

It was also there that I noticed men.  And their bodies.  Men would
always be coming and going on the farm.  The vet for the animals,
mechanics for machinery and it just went on and on.  And for some reason
all these men were sexy looking to me.  Their bibs or their jeans always
fit so that I got a good look at
their ass or their crotch.  And if they had a tattoo, I would be rock
hard in no time flat.

But none of them matched my old man.  Dad was a big man.  Every man and
woman in the county was in love with him.  He was a handsome fucker with
a drop dead smile.  He was 6' 5", 245 lbs., broad shoulders and arms
that were as thick as branches.  His legs strained against his jeans.
During the summer when it was hot and he had his shirt off, I would get
a hard on looking at his body.  He had body hair like a fucking animal.
It was everywhere.
And in the summer it bleached out blonde!

I would watch him and get a hard on just from seeing the way his crotch
pushed out below his belt.  For years I had been fascinated by my old
man's crotch.  I wanted to see him naked so
bad it hurt.  I would jack off in the barn or if it I was really horny,
I would put my hand in my pocket and jack myself off into my shorts.  No
matter where I was.  Fuck, I wanted it to be my old man's cock.

One day I thought I was struck dead after I had just cum in my shorts
when I felt a clap on my shoulder and hear him say, "I bet that felt
good son!  Now maybe you can get the rest of your chores done without
getting horny over your girlfriend."

Girlfriend!!?  If he only knew how much I wanted him!

I didn't say anything as I was done with my chores.  Instead, I headed
up to the house and down into the basement where the shower and washer
and drier was.  I rummaged through the hamper and came up with dad's
shorts from yesterday.  I held them to my face and smelled his sweat and
muskiness.  The smell of his piss.  Oh fuck, I wanted his body.  I
unbuckled and dropped my pants and shorts as I held his shorts hard to
my face, smelling his body.  Fuck, I wanted him.

My cock began to thicken at the thought of my dad's body.  I wanted to
see him naked so badly.  I began stroking my cock, scrapping the cum off
my shorts and using it as lube.  Some of it I put in dad's shorts.  My
cock was throbbing and getting wet with pre cum.  Fuck it hurt.  I
stopped jacking and sort took a stumbling step back, not wanting to cum.
But looking down at my cock and having dad's smell on my face made my
cock continue to jump.

"No," I wanted to shout, "don't cum, please!"

And without touching myself, by just looking at my cock, it exploded and
I fucking cursed it, time and time again as it unloaded in my shorts.
The shorts I wanted to save for the middle of the night and combine with
my dad's shorts.  I wanted to do nothing but stroke my cock and dream of
dad walking up to me and touching me.  Maybe touching my face the way he
would his cock.   Looking at me with his eyes, cupping my crotch and ass
in those huge, rough hands of his.

I showered and threw all my clothes into the wash machine thinking I was
being such a smart fucker for cleaning everything up, except for the
shorts.  At this rate I would never be caught using my old man's shorts
like I did.  Just the thought of getting caught was scary.  But not
enough to make me stop sniffing dad's shorts or jacking off in the farm
yard the way I do.  But everything was set for bedtime.  I couldn't
wait.

That night I couldn't wait to get to bed.  I had dad's  shorts and mine
hidden in my bedroom and my cock was hard all evening.   To hide my
buldge, I went outside and within two minutes I ran into him.  And I
mean it literally.  I didn't even see him.

"Whoa, stud," was all I heard before I felt his huge warm body and his
arms grab me to steady me from the impact.

He looked down at me and gave me that smile. He didn't let me go!  I
tried to back off and he held me!

"Huh huh," was all I heard.  But it certainly wasn't all I felt.  I felt
him draw me into his body and I looked around in panic.  We were at the
side of the house, blocked from anyone's view.

Then I let myself move into his huge body.  In a rather careful way, I
put my arms around him and waited for him to make the next move.
Evidently he came to the conclusion that I was not going to run away and
he removed his hands from me.  I could feel his hands go between the two
of us.  I didn't know whether I wanted to cum or piss but I was sweating
like a horse.

"I'm going to give you something I think you have wanted for a long
time.  Do whatever you want with it, son," was all he said as he
unbuckled his pants and unzipped his pants.

They fell to his ankles and he put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me
down between his legs.  Fuck, this is what I have been dreaming of for
years.  I knelt there looking at his legs, strong  and covered with
hair.  I put a hand on his ass and discovered it to have a thick coating
of hair, and his cock..........?  His cock more than I could hope for.
Long, thick, heavily veined with pre cum glistening for me.  It was
mammoth and he was not completely hard yet.  And it smelled like his
shorts, sweaty, musky and like it was covered with dried piss.

I felt dad's hand on the back of my head and hear him whisper, "Son,
suck  your dad's cock."

He was so big.  He was hard now and I could see thick streams of pre cum
dripping from his cock.  I took the head of his cock in my mouth and
tried to swallow everything he had.  I knew I was doing a bad job and I
did not want to disappoint him.  This is the one person I did not want
to lose.  He smelled wonderful and the feel of his cock was far better
than anything I had dreamed of.

I backed off of him and said,  "Dad, I don't want to disappoint you.
Please help me do this right."

He didn't  say a word.  Instead I felt his hands stroke my hair, lightly
moving down the side of my face to his cock.  I felt a slight motion as
his cock deepened it presence in my mouth.  His hands continued down my
throat around to the back of my neck where they stopped and held me
tight.  I felt his hips begin to move.  Slowly at first, with a slow and
steady motion.  I couldn't take all of him but he kept it up.  HIs cock
continued it's way into my mouth, his hands being clasped behind my neck

He smell was exciting me, making me want to take as much as I could.  He
started to make sounds, I could barely hear them.  Moans were coming
from my dad.  I was pleasing him.  His cock was thicking and I was
getting so fucking hard.  I wanted his cum.  I wanted him to cum in my
mouth, to give me what he had been storing up between his legs.

Suddenly he was groaning louder and his hands held my neck as if they
were caught in some kind of vise.  His cock was being forced into my
mouth without any rythym.  Dad was all over the place when I somehow
glanced up and saw his mouth wide open as if to scream and my mouth
became engulfed with one, then two loads and three and four, finally
five load.

His cock kept coming at me and I kept taking it, wanting to suck my dad
deeper.  I wanted to get all the cum from that I could.  I didn't want
him to cum for another week.  I wanted to please him.   But his cock
slipped out of my mouth as he fell to his knees and kissed me.  He was
panting, his face wet with sweat.  HIs tongue went into my mouth making
me shoot my load of cum.  I wanted him for my own.

"Son, that was wonderful," he said.  "I want that many times.  Many,
many times.  And son, trust me, I want you to feel just like I did.  I
want to do it for you too."

"Son, we had better get down to the shower and clean up.  You can take
both pair of shorts upstairs to your bedroom.  Give you old man a kiss."

He wrapped me in his arms and I could smell him.  I could feel the body
of my dad, his warmth, his breathing.  He whispered into my ear
something I thought I would never hear.