Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2001 15:22:04 -0600 (CST)
From: Farmer XX <FarmerXX@webtv.net>
Subject: MY DAD'S BODY -  part 2

Our farm was a wonder, like gold in the summer.  Sometimes a harsh gold
but gold nonetheless.  This summer had become special because of what
happened last night.  I had sucked my dad's cock.  It was of excitement,
of lust, of love.  A love and desire I had for my dad for some years.  A
strong, tall man with a hairy body and a killer smile.  A man to fall in
love with.

If you wanted to love my dad you had to love the farm.  The dust from
his boots as he walked across his fields,  The tiny tornardos that
danced through the farm yard.  The sweat it forced from the daily work.
That was when the sun baked the land.  Such as it was doing now.

Last night had changed so many things for me.  I just hoped those
changes were real and not imaginary.  I joined dad in the machine shop.
He was trying to repair the old baler and it was giving him problems.  I
wanted some kind of physical contact with him.  I wanted to remind him
of last night.  And I wanted to remind myself that it had really
happened.  The dust was blowing and the sun was baking us.  He had
rivers of sweat running through the dust on his face.  He was so fucking
handsome.  Tall and broad, flashing white smile, a great laugh.  Except
for now.

Now he had his arms supporting himself against the baler, his head
hanging down, sweat running through the cloth of his shirt.  His back
soaked.  I wanted to ask if I could help but I knew it would frustrate
him.  It was lunch time so I went back up to the house and retreived the
sandwiches in the frig along with some water.  Mom wasn't around.  I got
ice as well.

I returned to the shop and found dad sitting against the baler.  He
quietly took the sandwiches and water giving me that smile of his.  I
opened my lunch and we ate together.  Every once in a while we would
look at each other or try to say something.  But it was a lunch spent
without talk.  I could see that dad was getting hot. Or I hoped so.  He
was thinking of something. I just hoped he would say something.  Maybe
let me touch him.

Nothing happened or was said.

That evening dad skipped dinner.  Mom and I ate in silence.  I wondered
if it had anything to do with what he had whispered to me last night.
Just before we returned to the house dad had told me that he and mom
were getting a divorce. That was probably it.

When done eating I went outside, just walking around.  The evening was
still dry, still dusty, still hot.  I walked down to the machine shop
and all that was there was the baler.  I walked around, kicking up
stones and driving dust in the air.  I wanted to be with dad.  I wanted
to smell him, feel his power and his needs.  I wanted to show him my
needs.  My love for him.

I recalled my first thoughts of dad as a sexual man.  I would hear him
close the bathroom door and then would come the sound of his piss
hitting the water.  It would echo down the hall giving me a hard on.  It
was never the sound of him pissing, but just the sound of it hitting the
water.

Then I would see him out in the fields or behind one of the farm
buildings, belt open and zipper down, jeans around his hips, cock out ,
with a solid stream of yellow piss shooting from his cock.

His hips would be thrust forward and he would be staring down at himself
as if he were seeing something magic.  I know I was.  The man would make
me hard just seeing him do this.

Then he would finish, zipper himself back up and continue on his way.

But last night had changed things and now I wanted to be with dad.  And
I saw him.

I saw dad at the same place as last night.  As if he were waiting for
me.  I walked over and looked up at him.   I told him I missed him at
dinner but he didn't say anything.  He didn't have to, I could see he
was exhausted just from the way he stood.

Without saying anything he began to walk, looking back at me, his eyes
asking me to follow.  We walked through the tree line and once through
them we were alone.  He turned to me and bending down, he lightly kissed
me.

He stood back saying, "Son, if you want, you can stop this right now."

I panicked, shaking my head telling him no, that this was what I wanted
more than anything else.  To please never say that again.

He looked at the ground and quietly told me that he had some strong
urges and that I might not like.

I told him if anything like that happened, I would say so. That I would
tell him.  With that I gave him an awkward hug, not yet knowing how to
go about this.  So he leaned down and kissed me again, his tongue coming
into my mouth, feeling it's way inside me.

I opened my mouth wider pulling on his tongue with a sucking motion.  I
could feel his hands travel over my body making me harder than I thought
possible.  His cock pressed against me, huge in it's proportions.  He
moved his hips into me.  His strength.  His clothed cock.

I could feel the heat from his body and still smell his sweat even
though he had showered.  The taste of dust that remained on him added to
my desire for him.

Last night was our first sexual encounter and I wanted more, I loved
this man so, my dad.  I wanted him to teach me all that he knew.  All
that he had to offer.  And I wanted him to pleasure me.  To feel his
body.

He looked down at me and smiled, saying, "Son, hold me down here."

I felt him take my hand and move it down to his crotch.  I was cupping
his hard cock.  He buldged out towards me.  For me.  Moving his lips
across my face I felt his warm breath covering my face.

Bending down, he whispered into my ear, "Now don't move son, don't be
surprised."

And my hand became warm, it became hot.  Then I realized it was wet and
I pressed my hand hard into his crotch to show him I approved of what he
was doing.  I knew and understood what was happening.  He was pissing.
A natural function out here.  Onto my hand while we kissed.  He was
pissing through his jeans for me.  I was now feeling what I had seen and
heard him do hundreds of times.  I kissed him harder.

He ground his crotch into my hand, moaning.  He had one arm around my
back, pulling me towards him.  The flood continued and I moved my hand
past his crotch so that my arm could become covered by his piss.

And then I felt his other hand going down between us, searching for me,
and then covering me.  I unleashed all the piss I had.  I couldn't help
it.  It just exploded out of me at his touch.  I wanted him to have it
all.  Both dad and son.  I wanted to share it with him.  It was such an
unexpected thrill, so sensual, so personal, so sexual.  He pulled me so
tightly to him I thought he was going to crush me.

His body shook, I heard him utter a long quiet, "yeeeeessssssss."   His
body trembled again as he held me with both arms, his face buried in my
neck.  Not only had he pissed but he had cum.

We moved further down the tree line until we came to the swimming pond
where we took off our clothes and went sknny dipping.  Dad swam up to me
surrounding me with one arm, kissing me, while his other arm reached
between my legs.  I lifted my legs and grabbing his body with them.  We
fooled around and then waded to shore.

I looked at dad and even at night I could see the thick hair coating his
body.  The water just plastered it to him.  He motioned me towards him.
When I came up next to him he moved to my cock with such speed for a big
man.  I was overcome with the thought that my dad was sucking my cock.

I shot my first load after his second pull down my shaft.  I couldn't
control myself, I just came.
I had such a desire for my father.  I wanted him. I almost had to
wrestle him to get between his legs for his cock.  But I know he wanted
me to have it.  We were laying down and he was being relentless on my
cock as he swung his legs over my face.  I saw his huge cock, pubic hair
wet from the pond above me with a glistening of pre cum coming towards
my mouth and then dad was in my mouth.

I unloaded a second time and dad keep going after me as his cock
thickened and swelled.  I didn't want this to end but I had no control
over it as dad's cock exploded in my mouth.  He tasted better than last
night, his cum filling my mouth.  I didn't want it to end.  And it
didn't seem he was going to.  He just kept pumping it down my throat and
I loved it.  He just kept cumming.

We broke from each other, enjoying all that had just happened when he
said to me, "Son, let me hold you."

I can't describe how I felt.