Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2011 19:33:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Luke Hairyson <hairynhard25@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Dad's Hands--Ch.04

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My Dad's Hands--Ch.04

Dad doesn't move a muscle, his eyes still locked on mine after my
pronouncement.  The words hang in the air, "Dad, I need you to fuck me."
My whisper crawls up the skin of his neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake,
before slipping over his soft earlobe, down into the ear canal, where my
words are transformed into electric signals that make his pulse pound even
harder, his pupils dilate with lust, and his cock twitch and drip more
precum.

He doesn't say anything, just looks at me, his eyes conveying everything.
He doesn't break our gaze as his left hand slides down beside my own,
currently buried in between the mounds of my ass.  His finger begins to
circle around my finger, which is pumping slowly in and out of my tight
whorl, and I gasp as his large finger slips in to me, alongside my own.  I
remove my hand, allowing him to take control, and I relax into him, as he
slides his right arm underneath my neck, cradling me as his finger slowly
presses in and pulls out of my virgin ass.  He slowly removes the finger,
bringing it to his mouth and sliding it between his lips, showing me how
much of his finger was just inside the most vulnerable place on my body.

Knowing that he's tasting the remains of my load, his precum, the sweat
that is dripping down my crack, and the earthiness of my hole on his finger
makes my recently spent cock twitch and bounce against my treasure trail.
He moistens his finger and replaces it, pushing it back into my hole,
sliding in easier now, covered with his spit.  It feels so good as he picks
up the pace, and my eyes close and my head tucks into his shoulder and neck
as I moan against his body.

He has held me like this many times, when I was sick, or had a nightmare,
or was crying from the loss of a pet.  He comforted me then, holding me,
rubbing my back, making me know that somehow, someway, everything would be
all right.  Now, as I nuzzle into his muscular neck, and I feel his face
press against the side of my head, I know that not only will everything be
all right, everything is going to be amazing.

He nuzzles his stubbled jaw against my ear and slides a second finger in my
hole.  The renewed tightness at the presence of two fingers makes me clench
in pain, and he leaves them in my hole, making a scissor-kick motion inside
my tight tunnel, slowly loosening my spasming muscles.  He rubs my shoulder
and kisses my ear, and then he continues kissing down my jaw line.  I turn
my head towards him, and he looks at me, our faces so close that our eyes
almost can't focus, but I lose myself in his blue eyes as I feel his warm,
spicy breath escaping into my own mouth.  He begins to finger me harder,
watching my face for any sign of discomfort, but I have relaxed now, and I
simply gasp in pleasure.

He looks at me with such emotion in his eyes, and he speaks, the room
having only been filled with the sound of my moans and the slick squishing
of his fingers in my hole since my begging to be fucked.  I am surprised
that his eyes are watery, as I have only seen my father cry once in my
entire life, and the shock of seeing such love and desire in his eyes
nearly confuses me, but then he speaks.

"Luke, I will never fuck you," he whispers quietly, his voice quavering,
and I tense up and start to pull back from him, wondering what the hell he
means, but he doesn't allow me to escape his warm embrace.  He holds me
even closer to his body, and his two fingers are all the way inside me
making waving motions against my prostate.  His lips flutter against my own
as he speaks, our breath comingling, "Luke, we will make love. I will never
fuck you.  Fucking is for one night stands, it's cheap.  You and I will
make love, because you're my son." He paused to kiss me and then pulled his
head back, still holding my shoulder and cradling me against him, his other
hand still tickling my relaxing canal.  "I have loved you since the day you
were born, and the years only made that love grow.  I never thought we'd
ever consummate that love, because that complicates things, but I don't
care.  I know you want this, and I do to.  I have never felt like this
before with anyone, and I am willing to throw everything I know out the
window."

The words of my father, who was only prone to emotional revelation on major
occasions, sent waves of so many emotions through my 21 year old body that
I can't describe the experience.  It was more powerful and intense than the
waves running through my body ten minutes ago as he jerked me off to a
screaming climax.  This was an emotional intensity I had never known
before, and as he leaned in and kissed my forehead, I began to cry.

"I love you so much," I whispered, as the tears rolled down my face.  I
felt like such an idiot crying and getting woozy while my father's naked
body pressed against mine, his fingers inside of me.  I was supposed to be
virile and masculine, an aggressor and sexual beast, but here I lay with
tears making swift tracks down into the stubble of my face.

"I love you more than you can know," my father replied and began to kiss
away my tears.  "You okay?" he asked, the concern evident in his voice, his
hand pausing its slow stroking of my hole.

"Sorry...I'm better than okay," I smiled at him.  "It's just a lot to
process, you know, all these years, and finally..." I trailed off, just
looking at him.  "Now about that making love part, you mentioned," I said,
trying to sound sexy and husky as I wiggled my eyebrows, which made both of
us laugh.

"About that..." Dad said, and he renewed his fingering with a fervor as he
repositioned himself, sliding his arm out from under me, the hairs on his
forearm teasing every inch of skin they brushed across.  He licked from the
base of my throat to the tip of my chin, the top of his head shifting
upward to reveal his tongue slide back into his smiling mouth.  "Fuck, you
taste good, Luke," he growled.

With that said, he began his slow descent down my torso, teasing my nipples
again, his teeth grazing over the end of my little nubs, his tongue lapping
at thick golden patch of hair convened between my pecs, which flexed and
convulsed under his ministrations.  He laughed against my skin, the sound
of his uncontained joy ringing out against the blocks of my abdomen, and
his tongue traced every crevasse of muscle and skin, till he dipped into my
belly button.  I looked down, seeing his brown hair, slightly intermixed
with silvery white hairs, and watched his darkly stubbled face press
against my stomach as his nose dips into my belly button and he breathes
deeply, the muscles in his back expanding erotically.

I reach down and caress his head, running my fingers through his hair, and
I push him down a little bit.

"Eager, are we?" He looks up and smiles wickedly at me, knowing how much
the teasing drives me insane.

I simply groan in reply and bite my bottom lip, begging him with my green
eyes.

"Fuck, you look hot when you bite your lip like that," dad exclaims
lustily.

"You do the same thing, stud," I reply, and my father smiles at me calling
him stud.

He kisses my treasure trail, and I shiver at the feel of his pouty lips
grazing across the hair below my belly button.

"Stud, huh?" he questions, as if asking my pubic hair what it thinks while
my throbbing cock grazes against his jaw.

"Oh, please, you know how many men and women check you out all the time?
You're a fuckin' babe, dad," I respond between involuntary gasps as his
fingers tease my hole.  "A fucking babe who has his face buried against my
crotch," I smile.

"Well, you're not too shabby yourself, Luke.  Those sessions at the college
gym really paid off, buddy."

I love that he can compliment me like that, with such sincerity, as his
tongue laps against my balls and his spit drips down onto his fingers still
slowly pressing in and out.

His right hand runs down my torso as he removes his left hand from my ass.
Both hands settle at the middle of the backs of my thighs, and I can't
believe what's happening until after it has.  Dad pushed back on my legs,
exposing my ass to him, my winking rosebud still twitching from his
fingers, and I watch as long as I can, until my eyes close and my head is
thrown back against the pillow, unable to control myself as moans escape me
from deeper than ever before.  The image plays in slow motion against the
backs of my eyelids, my father's handsome face, his eyes looking squarely
at my tight hole, his tongue slides out and coats his lips in spit before
his shoulder muscles shift and his face disappears into my ass.  The top of
his head was all I could see before I felt his silky tongue swirling around
my hole, before plunging into it.  And that's all I can focus on now, my
entire body and nervous system exists at the juncture of my asshole and his
tongue.  Nothing matters, not my lips, not my cock, just my hole and how
incredible it feels to have my father's tongue sliding and slithering in
and out and around it.

My abs are convulsing and spasm like crazy, trying to push my ass further
against my father's face, his stubble teasing my cheeks, his lips circled
around my hole, as his tongue thrusts further and further inside.  I can't
breathe anymore as I gasp for air, in such euphoric ecstasy that I don't
even realize that I am groaning and practically growling in the back of my
throat, my body taken to an animalistic pleasure state by the consistent
and insuppressible actions of my father's tongue.

I finally breathe again, gasping, and short of air, as my father leans
back, his head popping up from my ass as my legs collapse on his shoulders.

"Fuck, Luke, you taste like apricots," he growls, as he wipes his face off
on the back of his right hand, the spit and my ass-sweat like a sheen of
mist sparkling in his stubble.

I am lost in ecstasy, but my brain slowly registers a what the fuck?
face. My dumbfounded thought resounds inside my brain.  His tongue was just
driving me to the brink of totally neural overload and he says I taste like
apricots.  Seeing my bewilderment and the heights to which he hadn't even
known he was taking me, himself lost in the taste of his son's delicious
hole, he responds, "Your ass tastes like dried apricots, it's fucking
amazing, earthy and sweet and a little pungent, and I can't get enough of
it."  He smiles goofily before plunging back into my ass and sending my
head thrusting and slamming against the pillow with orgasmic delight.

My knuckles hurt from gripping the sheets so hard at the assault of his
tongue, and my diaphragm seems like it's about to give up it's consistent
job as my lungs burn from moaning and groaning and gasping.

"Dad, DAD!!!" I manage to gasp, as he continued to devour my hole.

He looks up, seeing my exhausted face, and I give him a little "time-out"
signal with my hands.  He rubs his hands up and down my torso, trying to
relax my muscles as he smiles sheepishly.

"Got a little carried away..." he laughs, "you just taste so fucking
good. Sorry."

I give him a little thumbs up as my head drops back onto the pillow, his
lips returning to my treasure trail, his kisses climbing up my body.  His
torso slides on top of mine, our hairy chests and abdomens grinding against
each other, and my legs slide down and come to rest against his thighs.  I
wrap them around him, my ankles interlocking, and my heels dangling just
above his ass, as he kisses and licks the sweat that has appeared at the
base of my neck thanks to his onslaught.  His hands find mine, and our
fingers intertwine, and he pushes my hands above my head, sliding against
the mattress.  Our biceps press against each other, his body pressing
against mine, and our armpits are fully exposed.  Our scents, similar and
yet still distinctly our own, mingle, the pheromones from each of us must
be enough to knock out a bull, and we both breathe deeply, almost
instinctually, and we feel the energy of our desire in the scent of our
fresh sweat.

His face comes into view, as his hard cock slides against my sweat and spit
soaked ass, the warm, bulbous head of his cock presses down against my hole
before sliding further, and he leans in and kisses me gently.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Never been better, Dad," I respond.

I manage to slip my hands free of his and allow them to roam down his
muscular back until I reach the furry mounds of his delicious ass.  I pull
him closer into me with my legs that are still wrapped around him, and the
push his hips back with my hands, beginning a thrusting motion, sliding his
eight inch cock against my ass.  He gets the hint and begins to take over,
sliding slowly and steadily back and forth while our tongues intertwine and
lap and play with each other.  I can taste a hint of myself on his mouth,
and it makes my cock twitch against his stomach.

"Nightstand drawer," I whisper to him, and feel his body shift above mine
as his right arm reaches for the drawer.  His cock presses harder into my
crack and his weight feels so damn good on top of me, as I hold him up
while he reaches.

"What's this?" he asks, and I know what he has found already: the dildo
that I got at the sex toy fair at college, the dildo that I've been
pretending was his cock as I fucked myself with it, moaning "Oh, Dad..." as
I stroked it in and out of my tight hole, pounded myself as I came,
shooting all over my face and chest.

"Oh, you know," I mumble, with his pec pressed against my face.  I lick his
nipple, and his body contracts.

"Well you won't need that anymore, Luke," he says, rather cockily, and I
shudder in delight, knowing that I will be able to scream "Oh, Dad!" in
orgasm while he actually fucks me.

He continues to rummage in the draw until he finds the lube.  Leaning back
onto his knees, I drink in the sight of his muscular and dark-furred torso
rising above my own, my cock twitching against my abs as his eight incher
bobs in a delightfully menacing manner above my balls.

"Here," I say, as I grab the lube from his hand and squirt some onto my
palm.  I haven't even touched his cock yet, and I savor the weighty feeling
of it in my hand as my fist slides over it for the first time.  I'm
surprised by the heat of it, hotter than my own cock ever feels, and my ass
twitches in anticipation of being spread by such a hot piece of meat.  I
slick his cock up and slide my hand against my ass, giving a bit more lube
to my already wet hole.  I drop the tube of lube beside the pillow as our
hands come back together.

"You're sure about this?" my dad asks.

As a response I just look at him like he's an imbecile, and then I respond,
"Does a bear shit in the woods?" Using one of his oft-quoted phrases
against him.

He chuckles, and then takes one hand and places his large cock at my
opening.  His head feels huge against my hole, and I shiver.  My dildo
isn't anywhere near his size, but I know that I can take it and that he'll
feel more amazing than I can ever imagine.  But, this is my first time, and
I am a bit nervous.

He rubs his other hand against my stomach, just below my belly-button.

"Just relax," he coos.  "And if you want me to stop, or it hurts too much,
or whatever, just say it."  He looks into my eyes, with the warmth and
caring that he revealed before when he told me he would make love to me.

I reach down and grab his hip, pulling him closer, pressing his cock harder
against my opening.  I push down with my ass, taking a deep breath, as his
cockhead goes in with an audible pop.  He doesn't move, continuing to rub
my stomach with his hand, and his eyes flash back and forth between the
shaft of his cock disappearing into my obscenely tight hole and my green
eyes.  He allows me to adjust to the width of his cock, the head of it
radiating heat into my hole.

As our eyes lock again, I bite my bottom lip and give a little nod of my
head, and he presses his huge cock further inside me, slowly,
ever-so-slowly, sinking deeper and deeper inside of me.  His width is the
newest feeling, the girth of his cock spreading my hole like never before,
and I try to breathe and push down on it.  It continues to sink in, and I
can almost count the veins on his cock, feeling every line and ridge of his
manhood as my ass walls tighten down on his invading member.  He pushes
further, his cockhead sliding against my prostate and I gasp in
simultaneous pain and ecstasy as my prostate sends pleasure signals but my
ass clamps down on his huge cock.

He pauses and looks at me, slightly worried, and his mouth opens as if to
say something, but I don't let him because I pull him the last two inches
inside of me by flexing my legs wrapped around his waist.  It's his turn to
gasp as his balls rest against my furry ass, the entire eight inches of his
thick cock engulfed in the heat of my tight, no longer virgin, jock hole.

I love watching the muscles in his neck ripple while his head is thrown
back, our gaze finally broken because of his ecstatic pleasure.  We both
throw our heads back a lot, I muse, thinking how much we're alike.

When he's regained composure and his gaze returns mine, his face is
scrunched in concentration.

"I'm not going to last long, Luke.  It's too much, feeling your ass around
my cock, seeing you beneath me, the furry, tanned body of..." he pauses,
his eyes closing, and he stops breathing for a second as I feel his cock
twitch inside my hole.  "The hot jock body of my son beneath me, it's
just...I..." He stumbles over his words, and I reach up and pull him down
on top of me, his generous length still inside my tight hole.

"This is just the practice run, dad," I smile as I push a sweaty lock of
hair off his forehead.

I strain my neck upward to kiss him, and he returns my kiss deeply as he
begins to thrust in and out of my hole, slowly, probably making about ten
thrusts in and out before I could feel his entire back tense beneath my
hands.  With his sweet sweat dripping down on to me, with the heat of his
entire body and of his cock driving me wild, I grip down on his last exit
stroke and relax completely on his final inward thrust.  I feel the head of
his cock grow even larger inside my tight hole and his balls pull up, the
skin of his sack brushing against the hair on my ass, and his entire body
tenses.  His head pulls back, and I kiss the raging muscles of his neck,
licking the fur at the top of the mounds of his pecs as he begins to shoot
inside me.

"Luke," he manages to moan on an outward gasp as his cock fires spurt after
spurt inside my ass.

I kiss and lick his neck feverishly, as I milk his cock with my ass,
gripping and relaxing the muscles, trying to make him feel the best he's
ever felt.

I pull him into a tight embrace as his muscles begin to relax, running my
hand up and down the valley of his spine, dipping into the curve at the
small of his back before caressing over the mounds of his ass and then
returning upward.  My other hand nuzzles into his neck, my fingers playing
with the hair and running along the skin right behind his ear, the spot
that I love to have touched, the spot that sends tingles all up my scalp
and down my spine.  His cock stays hard as it dribbles out the last of his
load inside my still spasming hole, and his body fully relaxes, sliding
down on top of my, his face nuzzled into the crook of my neck.

"I love you, Luke," he whispers quietly.

"I love you too, Dad," I reply, as I turn my face to nuzzle his and lightly
kiss him above his left temple.



Hey studs, I hope the anticipation was worth the wait.  As usual, I'd love
to hear your comments, ideas, and suggestions, and thanks to all of those
who have written and encouraged me to continue.  You guys rock.  Happy
reading, ~Luke ;-)