Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2012 08:30:18 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Rain and Dad

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Thank you for your continued support. This is a tale of father/son
incest. If this is not of interest please find another story. Though my own
incest experiences were not traumatic sexuality between adult and child is
not advocated. Fantasy is legal, the rest is not. I love to hear from my
readers but due to the overwhelming response emails with photos get
priority. I will eventually answer all messages. I can be reached at:
Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com

My name is Rob.

Rain and Dad

You've all seen them - those grey dilapidated barns far from the road,
barely standing. An abandoned ode to what had once been a way of farm
life. It became our refuge from the summer deluge of severe rain. Running,
laughing, with dad pulling my hand as we made the uncertain safety of the
old structure. The rain formed a wall outside as we panted from the mad
dash staring as we watched.
    The barn smelled of stale hay and forgotten horses. Dad surveyed the
roof but there were surprisingly few leaks. But as far as we could scan the
sky, there was nothing but a heavy grey-blackness in every direction. The
rain soaked the overgrown fields as we stood soaked through our clothes.
    "Well, we can't stand around in these clothes. We look like we've gone
swimming", dad laughed. He looked about then strode towards the remnants of
a horse stall. He kicked off his runners as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Strip
off and we'll hang them over the slats".
    Dad and I were never shy with each other but there's a difference
between being in jockeys and being in speedos. This was a slow peel caused
the absolute wetness of our clothes which made them paste our bodies. The
shirts, the pants, the socks were eventually freed from us and had to be
rung out before being hung up to dry. Even my briefs and dads boxer were
wet.
    Dad gave the leg of his boxers a squeeze to determine if they too
should be hung up. "Better strip off the shorts", he stated as he pulled
his boxers off.
    We faced each other in a moment of awkwardness; me with cupping my
eleven year old sex while dad used one hand to obscure his. We looked up at
each other and suddenly began to laugh. Dad released his hand and grabbed
my shoulders as he rocked with undisguised mirth.
    "Well, we can't walk around covering up. Come on, let's explore this
fire trap".
    We checked out the stalls, the rusted yokes and reins, discarded wheels
and tools, then looked up a ladder that led to the hayloft. It was tested
before dad attempted the climb. Looking up after him I watch the hairy
white butt stretch and undulate as he climbed. Then he disappeared at the
top and I listened to him stomp as he tested the floor above. When he
reappeared his hand motioned and I ascended heavenward.
    The loft was hay strewn with a large coarse blanket covering unbound
bales. To the east was a large open window with the remains of a
pulley. The rain poured in sheets as we took to the blanket facing our
soaked view.
    "Guess we're not the first ones here" he said fingering the
blanket. "Wonder where the farmers daughter is".
    I moved between his legs resting my back against his chest. Great arms
wrapped about me as he nuzzled the side of my head. I brought my knees up
as I hugged them.
    "You cold?" Dad asked. His voice was low and soft at my ear.
    "No".
    "Why are you curled up?"
    I shrugged for a moment. "Just feel funny being outside with no clothes
on".
    "Yeah, I guess it feels kind of odd. But, what the hell. At least we're
safe and dry". He kissed my neck affectionately. "And we're together".
    "Yeah, I'm glad" I said as I held onto his enfolding fore-arms. My
fingers pulled at the dark silky hairs. As his knees pulled up on either
side of me my palms rested on his knee caps.
    Dad kissed my shoulder as he released one arm to let the knuckles rest
on the blanket to help support him. His other arm stretched from one
shoulder to the other with fingers clasping the top of my arm. "But you're
not shy being bare-assed with me, are you?"
    My hands slid from his knees to wrap somewhat about his hairy
thighs. "No, I like this". My back pressed more firmly into his torso as
his other hand slid from blanket onto my stomach.  "Besides I like all your
hair".
    "You do, hunh?" Dad chuckled.
    "Yeah. Feels nice. Like leaning against a great big teddy bear".
    Dad let out a long sustained roar of laughter. "Yeah, I guess I'm that,
all right".
    I shifted so I could sit sideways. My hands ran through the forest on
his chest. "See. Like all this hair" my fingers gently wove through the
dark hair. "I like this. Do you think I'll get this hairy?"
    "Don't see why not. You've got my genes".
    "Good", I said happily.
    He turned my chin and kissed me lightly. "Should happen in the next few
years I should think".
    My fingers trailed boldly down to his thick wirey bush. "Even this?"
    "Yeah", dad chuckled, "even that".
    My fingers toyed with the forest as they explored. From the outskirts
of the hedge to the bottom where it fanned obove the base of his log. As I
felt the thick firm base, the rest of the meat was stifled as it pressed
against my thigh. His fingers reached between my legs as they felt my tight
firm balls. As he gently pressed and stroked my tight bag my hand pulled
his meat up releasing it to full rock hardness.
    Dad sighed when it popped up and the knob was released from the folds
of foreskin. He shifted me so that faced him as we both fondled and played
with each other. My prick hard in his gentle fingers as his cock raged in
my hands.
    "Oh, daddy, I like this!"
    "Me, too", he said releasing a long slow sigh as the side of his head
rested against mine and we both gazed down.
    Fingers plied and slid over prick and cock and
balls. Kneading. Fondling. Exploring. Discovering.
    My index finger rubbed a milky drop of liquid over his knob. I soon
discovered if I squeezed the shaft more would emerge. It made the purple
head shine in slickness. This made daddy groan. It was fun playing. My
little prick was dwarfed by his tower. But daddy didn't seem to mind. His
fingers seemed as fascinated as my own. Each of us watching our dancing
fingers playing with prick and cock. Loving our bodies and our intimacy. I
could have played like this for hours but dad had a much better idea.
    As he lay back he pulled my legs along with him so that we both lay
head to crotch. His fingers fondled my prick and balls as I watched his
balls slide to his upper thigh. My hand hefted the nuts and was surprised
by the weight. My fast wrapped about his cock as I continued to test the
weight while thumbing the oval shape. Then a sudden warm feeling flooded my
shoulders, my toes and my prick. Looking down daddy had my prick sunk into
his mouth. The tongue swirled about my entire shaft sending wave after wave
of warmth through me.
    I looked back at his massive prick wondering if it was even
possible. Could I ever manage such a feat? Leaning in I opened my mouth
covering the top half of his cockhead. My tongue landed flatly feeling the
puckery piss slit against the surface. As my tongue slid up and down daddy
let out a groan that made my prick quiver. I sucked in more until my mouth
was stretched over the fat plum. Daddys hand stroke my thigh as I sucked on
him. His nose pressed into my balls as my tongue circled the slimey
knob. Salty. But good. Musky. Daddy.
    "Oh, yes", daddy sighed as he let go of my prick looking down at
me. "Take your time, son. Enjoy it. Savor my cock". His hand slid up to my
shoulder patting me in encouragement. "Nice and slow. Really love
cocksucking daddy".
    As he went down on me once more I lay down fully directing the cock
with both hands. It was much easier now to just suck on his cock. My tongue
traced the entire edge of the know. Then I kissed and licked the shaft. My
tongue danced along the veins. My lips kissed the spongy center of the
shaft. Kissing up and down then back to the knob. Sucking. Tasting more of
that thickish ooze from his slit. My watering mouth slicked up the plum as
I sucked and loved my daddys cock.
    Daddy kissed my hip, my thighs then lapped at my boy balls. They
tumbled over his scooping tongue. He would suck them in then dribble them
out then suck them back up. His lips kissed my thin shaft. The tongue
sleeving the shaft. Lips kissing the pink knob. Sucking me in. Scooping in
the balls. All of me in that warm friendly mouth. Sucking gently.
    I loved the warm feel of his cock in my full. So full. Hot soft
knob. My hands wrapped about the steel of his shaft. My mouth
sucking. Wanting more. Wishing my mouth was bigger. More cock. More
daddy. Yummy juice. I loved sucking my daddy.
    My cock was freed as daddy said down to me. "Son, I don't think I can
take much more. Do you want to make daddy feel real good?"
    I moaned agreement not wanting to let go of his cock. My tongue was
twirling about. Tastes so good.
    His fist replaced mine. "Just keep sucking. Daddys gonna get you a
special treat. Something real good". His fist began short hard strokes up
and down the shaft causing the knob to bounce about in my mouth. "Yeah,
daddy'll get it for you. For my sweet son. Special treat. Just for my
boy. Daddy's gonna get it. Yeah. My son. For you". Daddys breathing was
rapid. His fist moving faster and faster. "Gonna fill up your mouth. Don't
swallow any!". The fist bounced up and down. "Hold it in your mouth. Hold
it! It's coming, son. Getting it for you. Son. For. You". And he let out a
gutteral roar.
    The knob bounced about as thick blasts of liquid ejaculated in spurt
after spurt. My mouth was filling with salty waves of thick cum. Pouring
in. Shooting. Erupting. Daddy groaning. Wanting to swallow. So strong a
taste. Holding it in my mouth. Couldn't suck anymore. My mouth too full.
    Daddy met me halfway as the cock plopped out and I was pulled over
him. His lips on mine. Tongue opening my lips. The wads flowing into his
mouth as I listened enviously to his swallowing. Tongue cleaning my
tongue. Then sucking my tongue. Then falling back. My head released. His
eyes warm as he smiled in contentment. Me looking down at his warm handsome
face. His fingers running over my lips as I swallowed. Then smile.
    Looking at me with such love. "My sweet cocksucker", he murmured.