Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2002 16:26:10 -0600 (CST)
From: Farmer XX <FarmerXX@webtv.net>
Subject: MY DAD'S BODY - part 3

After mom moved out, our house was pretty quiet.  Almost as if we were
afraid to distrub anything.  When out in the farmyard we probably made
more noise than usual.  Our house sat up on the top of a rise with the
farm falling away from it.  You could look up and see this huge white
house, surrounded by thick green trees, that was built for a huge
family.  And at one time it was filled.  With a family of sons and
daughters, who when grown, married and moved away.  Now there was just
my dad and myself.  Just the two of us.

It had been one of those wet, stormy days when rain fell in buckets
turning the yard into a swamp of impassable mud and debris.  It
thundered off the roofs, threatened the windows and tore at the
machinery and tool sheds.  Lightning tore through the sky and it's
thunder followed further shaking the windows.  In all, it was a day to
be inside a warm dry home with the promise of a hot meal soon to come.

Dad and I had been out in the field when the storm approached and we
hauled ass back to close down the barn and feed the animals.  The wind
first caught us, throwing dust and pellets at us. We were almost done
but dad hollered at me that he forgot some stuff and that I should get
to the house and close it up.  Suddenly, we were both engulfed in rain.
We couldn't even hear each other and I saw him just wave at me. I turned
and began running up the hill, slipping and sliding, not really seeing
where I was going.  The size of the house made itself known through the
rain and I ran for the mud door.  The rain tried to come inside with me
as I slammed the door shut.  I had never seen anything like this before.

I was sopping wet, boots, underwear.  Everything.  I stripped naked and
hung my clothes over the lines propping up my boots to dry.  Cold as
hell, I stepped into the shower letting the warm water take off the mud.
It was everywhere, even places I didn't think it could reach.  I soaped
down again, this time feeling clean and finally feeling human.

Grabbing a large towel, I skipped dressing again.  We always keep a
second set of clothing in the shower room so we wouldn't bring the smell
of the farm into the house.  Walking up the stairs barefoot, I felt a
bit tired and decided to go straight to my bedroom and lay down for
awhile.  I knew it would be some time before dad would be back.  He was
a very conscientious man and would check everything twice.  As I passed
each floor, I checked that the windows were shut and locked, doors were
closed and when done, entered my bedroom.

It felt warmer than the other rooms and I tossed my towel on the bed.  I
laid down dragging my towel up to dry off my armpits and crotch.  I
could feel my cock lengthning and I continued to apply pressure.

Sighing, I dropped the towel and clasped my hands across my chest.  My
chest was beginning to broaden thanks to all the work on the farm.  I
liked the feeling.  I moved my face against my arms and to feel the
muscles buldging in my arms.  I was becoming pleased with my body.  I
wanted to look like dad.

On hot days, dad and I would sit in his den buck ass naked.  Lets face
it, heat on a farm can be uncomfortable.  That sun blazes down all day
and heats things until past midnight.    He would be sitting on a cane
chair with his hands resting on top of his head.  His hands clasped
together with his head slightly cocked as he looked at me.  His ampits
were huge.   His thick chest and deep armpits gave him a winged look, a
mammoth look.

His stomach was muscled, rippled, a bit narrower than his chest but not
much.  Thighs of ripped muscles, they actually looked like they had been
torn and bruised at some time as they jutted out from his hips.  Muscles
rising between his hips down to his knees.  And thick, man were they
thick. And his calves had the same torn and rippled look to them.  They
buldged in the back.  Blood vessels seemed to pop out all over his body.
He had a coating of body hairy that made me want to touch him,
everywhere.  And it was going to happen.

And between his legs hung his cock.  A nice sized cock that looked like
it would be grateful for attention.  His balls rested under his cock
almost as if they could speak.  They were telling me they were a
handful, that's all.  No big deal, don't worry about it.

The man I loved had short brown hair and a brown mustache.  My dad.  We
had found each other twice and it was known that we were going to be
together for a long time to come.

I heard him coming down the hall amid the sound of the storm.  He
stopped at my door and chuckled.  There I was, naked on the bed and he
only had a towel wrapped around him.  He tossed me the towel and asked
me to dry his hair.  I grabbed it and got to my knees as he sat on my
bed.  His strong back came straight into my body, my cock hardening the
minute I came in contact with him.  I leaned into him as I massaged his
scalp and changed ends of the towel.  Soon his hair was dry and he
flopped down and pulled me next to him.  He laughed and kissed me,
falling back.

He rolled to his side, propping himself on his elbow and looked down at
me.  Without a word he bent down and kissed me, putting a finger to my
mouth.

"Is everything okay, son?  I mean, between us? I will probably be asking
you this every day for the rest of my life.  It is just that it is so
important.  I don't want anything to ever harm you........."  his eyes
ended his words.

Before he could say another word, I said, "Dad, you never have to ask me
about that again.  I love you and in one way or another I am going to
spend my life with you. But if you want, you can ask me that as many
times as you want."

He flashed me that grin and he nodded.

Then he laid his hand on my chest.  He stayed propped up as his hand
began to trace my chest.  He touched my nipples lightly, bending down to
blow on them. He looked me in the eyes and lifted my left arm and then
my right arm behind my head.

He smiled at me when he noticed I was getting a hard on.

"I want that son," was all he said.

He extended himself over my body and I felt his mouth in my armpit.  An
electirc shock ran through me and my chest lifted up and I hear him moan
and say,  "I like that son, I like your taste and the smell of your
body."

I looked down and watched his head work back and forth.  I could follow
the feeling his tongue was making by watching his head in my armpit.  I
had never felt anything like this before.  It was driving me crazy.

He moved to my other armpit and this time took longer.  Making the same
moaning sounds, I could feel his cock harden against my body.  I tried
to move but he held me tight.

"This is all for you son, just relax and enjoy yourself," he whispered.

He brought his face up to mine and kissed me again as I felt his arm
slide down my body.  His hand covering my cock.  I thought I was going
to cum, to explode before I should.  He moved his hand away from me and
slid it under my hips.  His moustache smelled and tasted of sweat. I
didn't think it was that hot or that I was even sweating.

Dad was covering my body with his. I could feel his hips straddling my
body as his head moved towards my crotch.  His pubic hair was making me
so hard I thought I was in pain.  He reached up and took my arms from
behind my head and placed my hands on his head.

"Son, do whatever you want with me," he said.

My dad's body moved further down, his chest was on my cock.  If he moved
any further I was going to cum.  I pulled my legs together until I had
his cock between my legs.  He continued to move down.  My hands felt
wonderful in his hair, as if he were telling me to show him what to do.
What would please me.

"Dad stop !  Hold it dad,"  I tried to stop him.

But dad's beard was on the head of my cock and all I felt was this
prickly feeling and it traveled up my body, "Oh no, dad I'm cuming dad,"
was all I could say.

And before another thing happened I felt a flood of warm cum shooting
from my dad's cock onto my legs.  My legs were covered with cum.  Cum
from my dad's hard cock !!  My dad's beautiful cock, he was cumming and
at that moment I shot my cum under his chin.

When he felt my cum coating his neck he continued to massage my cock
with his bristles. I keep cumming with load after load of a sixteem year
old.  Giving it to my dad.  He keep working my cock until I feel back up
exhausted.

He remained where he was, cleaning me off, eating my cum, until he moved
up to my side.
He bent over me and kissed me, his tongue coming into my mouth.  I loved
the way he kissed but there was something more.  Cum.  He was giving me
my cum back and then I felt him suck it off my tongue again.  I slowly
sucked what cum was left off my dad's tongue and kissed each eye and ear
as he had done to me.  Dad sighed and fell into the pillow next to me
and pulled me into his arms.

"I love you son, more than I should, but I can't help it," was all he
said.

I smiled knowing that my love was the same.