Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2002 12:52:39 -0600 (CST)
From: Farmer XX <FarmerXX@webtv.net>
Subject: MY DAD'S BODY - part 6

I thought that after last night and this morning that I would be
exhausted.  And I was!  After grabbing a bite to eat, dad thought it
best that we hop in the shower.  He was a clean man, well, as clean as
you could be on a farm.  Afterwards both of us looked as bright as a new
penny!  That came to an abrupt end.

As soon as we walked down the stairs and out the door we were assualted
by the heat.  Dust heat.  It rose from the ground, not the sun, small
particles of dust embedding itself into the eyes, nose and skin.
Everywhere.  So much for the shower.  Terrific weather, bitter cold and
then there were days like this.

Dad staggered twice, grabbing his belly as if shot in the gut,  His
entire body falling forward, as if a tall oak were falling only to
shatter in it's mid section on it's headlong plunge to the earth. He
straightened just as quickly as he had staggered and twisted around
facing me with a grin on his face.  Tall and strong.

"Whew!  This weather could make a normal man drop in his tracks," he
laughed.

He took a long step towards me, a wide grin on his face with his eyes
sparkling.  Lowering his left shoulder, his arm reaching down and out,
with his hand coming up between my legs, grabbing my ass, pulling me to
him, kissing me.

"But ah'm not a normal man and ah got me a great man to love!  A
youngun, suh, but great!" he gave it his best movie drawl.

We went down the hill laughing and punching each other.  It was to be
one those ugly days when you wished you were anywhere but on a farm.
When down in the yard, dad realized he was without his list of daily
chores and swearing, he squatted down grabbing at the weeds.

"Okay, it's hot and we're late, so let's take it easy.  I guess the best
thing to do is to work inside.  Pick a shady spot.  We have the extra
help coming in two weeks so let's start by puttting things back in their
proper place so
they can easily be found."

I seldom heard him talk as much as he had today.  He was usually quiet,
a doer with little to say.  And his humor too, was of the quiet kind,
not of the physical nature he displayed on the way down from the house.
And that word he had used earlier.  This was the third time he used it.
He had said that he, "had a great man to love."  Was he just kidding
around or did he really mean it?

I felt a hand on my back and heard him tell me he would see me later.
Man, was my mind drifting today.  I barely heard him.  I stood there and
started to walk to the center of the yard, not really thinking of where
I was going.  I was still thinking about dad's use of the word "love".
I felt excited.  Hard!  I had just showered and yet I stopped at the
cold water tank and yanking my shirt off, plunged myself into the tank,
hoping the cold shock would clear my mind up.  I didn't want to start in
the barn so I walked over to the machine shed and looked around.  Dad
was right, tools and gear were spread out all over the place.  I started
to put things in their place, picking up each item as I passd them,
moving slower because of the heat.  It wasn't cooler in here!  Within a
half hour, I was wiped out!  I went outside and settled down in the
shade, taking advantage of the slight breeze.  It had to be hotter than
either of us had thought. Thinking, thinking, thinking.  About what?

Nothing seemed to be clicking and my mind wandered.  My eyes focused on
the dirt in front of the shed, glancing up at the barn and back down at
the dirt, my whole body coming alive as I realized what I was looking
at.  What had happened there and what it lead to.  So many other things
began to fall into place.  The barn!

I remembered dad grabbing me that one night saying, "Whoa, stud," and
holding onto me, not letting go.  That was when it all began.  Or so I
thought.  Thinking back there were other things that had lead up to that
night.  Two days before, right in front of me, between the machine shed
and the barn, something happened.

I am not even sure why I was running or where I  was running to.  But I
came storming around this very shed and came to a sliding halt.  I must
not have made any noise, or what was happening across from me was so
single minded as to have not noticed my intrusion.  I looked for
something to duck behind or for an escape but realized what a stupid
thought that was.  There wasn't anything I could do but stand here and
be seen!  A part of me had that little boy wish, "if I don't move, I
won't be seen."  A good ten yards separated me from any cover in all
directions.  I was as thoroughly embarrassed as I had been when he saw
me jacking off by the pond.  Then he had smiled at me and said, "atta
boy," and went on his way.  I couldn't say that to my dad!

A now I stood in front of him.  He was leaning against the barn using
his shoulders for support, his hips thrust out, feet spread wide or at
least as wide as he could under the circumstances.  His gloves were on
the ground next to him, no shirt, his jeans down around his ankles,
sweat pouring down his body.  He was looking down at his cock, his fist
wrapped around it's base.  I made some sound, I can't remember what, and
his head snapped up.  Slowly he leaned his head back against the barn
wall looking at me, his fist continuing it's stroking.  His eyes moved
down my body and slowly came back up to my eyes.  His boots were firmly
planted into the earth against the tight flexing of his muscles as he
slowly stroked his cock.  He looked down at his cock, tensed his thighs
up again and beat himself harder.  He glanced up at me as if looking for
a reaction. I remained stook still, staring at him.  It was as if he
were throwing me a challenge.  His strokes were slowing but not
stopping.  His fist released it's fierce grip on the shaft of his cock
and he began to slowly  slide his hand over it's entire length.  Still
looking at me, he took his hand away from his cock, strings of thick pre
cum trailing from his hand and watching me, he licked the palm of his
hand, each finger disappearing into his mouth, cleaning his hand.  When
he was done, he tightly cupped his hand, spat into it and returned his
attention to his     cock.

Watching me, his other hand tightly surrounded his balls, moaning as his
eyes closed and he lowered his head.  I realized that sweat was running
down my face.  With the crook of my arm, I wiped my face, the movement
bringing a quick reaction from dad.  He seemed to be waiting for me to
make some other movement.
He watched my body and then his eyes returned to his crotch.  I could
feel my cock press against my jeans, I wanted to take it out of my
pants.  His eyes came back up to me, soft moans coming from him as he
continued to jack himself.  Again he looked down, his hips thrusting out
and his eyes shutting tight.  It sounded as if he were in pain when his
came back on me, concentrating on me.  The barn supporting his weight as
he beat himself.

HIs body glistened with sweat, his muscles becoming more pronounced.
His cock looked pure white, being grasped by the dark suntanned skin of
his fist.  Again he spat on his cock making the vessels appear thick and
full, ready to burst.  The grip on his balls tightened even more as he
hunched down for a stronger hold.  He nodded at me, sweat flying off his
forehead, staring at my crotch.  His fist worked harder.  Suddenly my
desire for him disappeared to be replaced by a feeling of fear.  Not of
him, but myself.  I wanted him more than anything else in the world and
here I was, paralyzed by the sight of him, of watching him jack off.  He
was showing me something and I wanted to be next to him, touching his
cock.  I don't know where these feelings came from but I had them.  I
had them bad.  And yet I just stood there.  I didn't have the slightest
idea of what to do.  He stroked himself, his eyes on his cock.  I didn't
know.

I didn't know so I unzipped my jeans and he looked up at the sound, at
me, his eyes going quickly to my hand as I reached inside my jeans.  He
gave out a groan, loud and long, and a thick stream of cum shot from his
cock, followed by another groan and a thicker load that shot into the
dirt.  His head move from side to side, his face tight in pain.  He
looked over at me, his fist moving slower, almost stopping, staring at
me, and he groaned again, louder as two thick ropes of cum flew from his
cock.  His eyes closed as he yelled and started to swear, jacking
himself harder, still looking at me as his cum began to flow smoothly
over his fist, thick white cum.  Releasing his balls, he winced, his
eyes closing tightly.

He stood there breathing heavily, still looking at me as he raised his
fist and slowly ate the cum from his fist.  He rested his head back
against the barn wall catching his breath.  I had cum earlier as his
eyes held mind and I had cum again watching dad shoot his cum.  My hand
didn't even touch my cock.

He looked over at me, pushing himself off the wall, sweat still running
down his body as he pulled up his jeans.  Grabbing his shirt and picking
up his gloves, he walked over to me, reaching.....

"Hey, what are you dreaming of?"

I turned like a shot, seeing dad walking up to me with a smile.

"It's a bitch of a day and it's getting late so let's take a quick swim
and get back to the house for something to eat," he patted his stomach.

"Come on, tell me.  What were you thinking of?" he asked again with a
chuckle.

I sat there thinking I was going to cum or had cum.  It was so vivid.  I
thought if I got up, I would shoot a load.  I got up and I did!  With
dad standing right there!  I was off at a run towards the pond!

I was out of my clothes and into the water as fast as I could could
without diving in fully clothed.  Dad came trotting up, stripping and
stood there looking at me.  Picking up my shorts, he waved them like a
flag.  I hollered back at him but he was nowhere to be seen until I
heard this terrific splash and saw a torpedo coming towards me.  Before
I could do anything, I was pulled underwater watching the water part
above me.  Under his weight, we went to the bottom and then his legs
shot us to the surface like a rocket.

After wrestling in the water and almost drowning each other, he held me
from behind, his hips moving into my ass.  I reached behind and grabbed
him, telling him I had plans for that tonight.

"Not after last night and this morning," he chuckled, "it's been a long
time since anyone has paid that kind of attention to me."

Nontheless, I felt his cock jump just before he pulled me underwater
again.

Wet bodies and dry clothing do not mix.  We walked back to the house
only half dressed.  The house felt comfortable after an afternoon in
that kind of heat and dust.  We tossed our clothes over the line and
stepped into the shower, soaping and scrubbing each other.  We toweled
each other off and I got the best deal as usual.  I went to touch dad
and he laughed me off, saying, "Oh no, not yet."  We picked up fresh
towels, wrapped them around ourselves and went upstairs.

Dad was padding around the kitchen putting cold chicken, potato salad,
milk and bread on the table.  With only that towel, he was showing an
impressive budge.  We ate in silence and would look back and forth at
each other, a smile now and then.  He sat in a kitchen chair that looked
ridiculously small for him, his knees wide apart and his towel falling
open all the way to his cock.  When we were done, dad said that he was
going to fix tomorrow's lunch and asked if I would take a crack at the
chore list for tomorrow.

I must have worked slowly or he was done in a flash as he sat down
opposite me and watched me.  I saw slight wrinkles form on his forehead
as he looked up at me and winked, a smile coming to his mouth.  Finally,
I set the salt shaker on the list and looked up at him.  Getting up, he
moved around me and bending down, he kissed the back of my neck.  He
moved his face to the side of mine.

"I love you,  Do you know that?" he asked.

I nodded, saying, "Yes, I do."

He got down in front of me with his hands on my knees and asked, "Do you
think we could go lay down together?  Just to be together?"

Like before, we closed the house for the night even though it was early.
We straightened up the bedroom, sheets on the bed and pillow cases and
fresh towels. I laid down and dad turned out all but one light and
leaned against the wall looking at me.  I looked back at him and my
thoughts turned to all the things that must have encouraged him.  Until
that one afternoon, it never crossed my mind that he was doing the same
to me.  But I was aware that just the sight of his body made me want him
and I didn't know how I could get his attention.  Until I had watched
him jack off.

He moved away from the wall and lay down next to me giving me a quick
buzz and rolled me over so that my back was to his belly.  My mind
flashed on the time I saw him watching me in the mirror when I had one
of his used rubber's in my hand.  When out eyes met he simply closed the
door.  I felt dad's breath on my neck and his hand held my hands
together, my head on his arm.  I could smell his sweat and the evening
was perfect.  His hand began to lightly stroke me.  I could hear a sound
coming from his chest, almost as if he were humming.  He had never
laughed or admonished.  Even that time he saw me trying to watch him
take a piss.  Rather than turn away, he turned ever so slightly in my
direction almost saying, "here, take a look."  Was he letting me know he
wanted me?  I felt his hand explore my body and then surround my balls.
He began massaging me making sure I felt the roughness of his hand.

After our first time together, he gave me his shorts, when he wore
shorts, and told me to take them up to my bedroom with me.  I had a hard
time finding them because he didn't always wear them.  Pre cum leaked
from my cock into dad's hand, thinking of him looking for some clothing
to put on that would hold in his cock and balls.  I could just see him
giving up the search and pull on his jeans.  His jeans would bulge all
day.  I felt him take my pre cum into hand and as I tried to roll over
to face him, he held me fast, whispering in my ear. I leaned back and
told him what I was thinking.  About his not wearing shorts and how I
used to search for his used ones.  I felt him nod.  His arms held me
closer.  And of the time I thought I heard him entering the barn while I
was jacking off and the idea made me cum as I tried to pinch it off and
jam the mess back in my jeans.

He touched my chest and with the palms of his hands, he went to my
nipples, making circular motions, making them hard and sensitive.  Just
as I realized I was becoming uncomfortable, he moved his hand up my
chest to my neck.  His hand covered my neck, sliding slowly up and down.
When his hand got to my chin, he would take my jaw into his hand and
massage my face.  I moved my head back and forth in time with his hand.

He rolled me back towards him, his cock falling onto mine as he took
both of them into his hand.  He began to slowly stroke us together in
each other's pre cum, listening to me.  Of how I would watch him piss
and especially jack off.  And then I told him that I was thinking about
his jacking off in front of me.  And I told him of how l wanted him.
How I wanted him to watch me.

He listened to me, breathing becoming heavier. He was moaning asking me
how it felt to watch,
to see him?  I kept talking, telling him and I felt him rocking into me.
I felt his leg move up against me and his pre cum flowing over our cocks
and into his fist.  His breath became ragged and he buried his face in
my neck as his grip tightened.  He kept listening, groaning.  He hand
worked faster, our bodies tensing.  He broke off the stroking, his hand
going to my ass and pulling me to him.

"I watched," he whispered.

"I watched you alot."

I was going to cum just listening to him.  His voice was so deep, he
could barely talk.  His roughness was overtaking our bodies, he kissed
me and inhaled my breath out of me in one gasp.  Our hips moved against
each sending our cocks through our pubic hair, slick with pre cum.  He
licked his hand, wetting it, and proceeded to jack our cocks off against
each other.  Both of us thicken as we pressed our bodies together, cum
flooding our stomachs just as he took his hand away.  Out bodies
slippery, becoming slick and then stickier.  He kissed me and took my
tongue in his mouth, his breathing sharp and deep.

"And I've wanted you for a long time."