Date: Sun, 3 Apr 2011 12:09:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Teddy's Discovery Chapter 7:  Getting Home Early

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Getting Home Early

	Damn!  Of all days...
	Coach staff meeting...no football practice...having to face Uncle
Don...crap, crap, crap!  Since there was no way I was going to get out of
helping with rebuild the loft in the hay barn, that meant even more time stuck
with Uncle Don and Dad right there, too.
	If Uncle Don was already drinking, and that was a given, there's
no telling what he might say in front of Dad.
	As I drove up, though, everything was quiet and Mom's car was
gone.  So, I parked and walked through the three pastures to find that the
loft was all done and all signs of Uncle Don were gone.  Phew.....
	With no one home, I stripped down in my bedroom and padded
into the bathroom for a shower.
	After I realized tonight was mom's bowling night and that I didn't
have to worry about a run-in with Uncle Don, I took a long relaxing shower
and just tied the towel around my waist afterward.
	Two steps into the hallway, I noticed my parents' door mostly
shut...but, not all the way.
	Knowing it wasn't mom in there, I moved quietly to the door
and looked inside.
	Ohhhhhhhhh man...Dad was laying on his back in just his white
undershit, a pair of briefs lay on the bed beside him.
	 One arm was thrown back on the pillow above his head with a
thick patch of body hair exploding from his armpit, while the other laid at his
waist with his hand bunching his t-shirt up from his bellybutton revealing the
dark silky hair that fanned across his stomach.  His legs, coated thickly with
that same silky fur, splayed wide with one knee cocked high to the side.
And, at the center of it all, that long generous cock laying heavily over his
oversized balls and seeming to thrust outward from the dense forest of his
crotch.
	I didn't even breathe for a minute!  I'd pushed the door open
and if he opened his eyes, he'd catch me standing there staring.
	When it'd been a while and he hadn't stirred, though, I took in
more of him while I had the opportunity to do it freely.
	With his head turned to the side, his jaw stood out like it'd been
hacked out of rock...and the five o'clock shadow bristling over the strong
masculine lines of it made me wonder with a shiver what it would feel like
against my skin.
	I noticed how the inky hair on his legs thinned out at the top of
his thighs only to burst out around his cock and balls so thick I couldn't see
any of his skin underneath.
	Suddenly, I found myself two feet from the edge of the bed at
his waist without even realizing I'd moved.
	Breathing deep, but shallow...I didn't know what to do.  I
wanted to do ALOT!  But, something told me it would forever change things
in a way I didn't want if I did any of them.  Though my hand was reaching
forward with a mind of its own anyway.
	Suddenly, I had to pull it back whether I wanted to or not as
Dad stretched and yawned...eyes fluttering open to look up at me.
	"Teddy," he said sleepily, "I know what'cher doin.'"
	Ohhhhhh shit.........
	He yawned again, "N,' I appreciate it."
	What???!
	"But, y' don't have t' worry 'bout wakin' me up...I know we
gotta get somethin' goin' for dinner."
	Phewwwwwww !
	He looked at me with one eye closed, "Now, champ, what's
that look for?"
	He grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the bed, rolling on top
of me.
	"You think I'd let you go hungry?!" he asked, grinning and now
wide awake.
	He held my arms down, pressed his face into the skin of my
neck, and blew.  I'd always loved that as a little kid, and it still tickled which
set me off into a fit of laughter.
	He pulled his face back and said, "I was thinkin' maybe we'd
order pizza from that new place over in Bandera.  I just heard they deliver
all the way out here for just a few bucks more.  What'cha think, chief?"
	Fuck, all I could think about was his fat sausage pressed into my
leg. When Dad pulled me onto the bed, my towel had slipped off in the
tussle.  My hard-on that'd eased off when Dad woke, was now poking
him firmly in his own thigh.
	"Pizza sounds good, Dad." I laid there looking up at him, willing
my dick to hold still and NOT flex against him.
	He just looked at me for a few seconds before I felt his cock
thicken and flex against me!
	He rolled off to lay beside me, grabbing his briefs and laying
them half over his crotch.
	Staring up at the ceiling, he asked. "Well, okay then, what'cha
want on it?"
	His briefs covered the ball opposite me and barely half his
substantial slab of meat.  So, it wasn't the ceiling I was staring at as I tried
to answer.
	"Meat lover kinda thing, I guess.  Extra cheese, mushrooms...I
dunno really.  What sounds good to you?"
	His cock jerked and arched across his thigh, "That sounds good
t' me, son."
	God, I wanted to reach across and wrap my hand around that
beauty of an adult cock!
	"I'm not quite ready t' get up yet, though.  You're uncle n' me
got to the work on the loft early.  It's all done, but I'm beat, boy."  He
raised his arms and laced his fingers before settling them behind his head.
	I watched in fascination as his fat cock slowly slipped back
down his thigh toward his balls.
	He jerked his head in my direction with a questioning look on
his face..."Something on your mind, son?"
	I had to think fast!
	"Um, yeah...crappy algebra..." At least I wasn't lying...I was
not having an easy time at school in that subject.
	"Well," he raised himself up and swung his legs off the side of
the bed, "lemme jump in the shower.  After that, I'll order the pizza and then
come see if I can help with your homework while we wait."
	Striding into the room and wrapped in a towel twenty minutes
later, Dad asked with enthusiasm, "Alright...what've we got?"
	I actually HAD started my algebra homework after changing
into shorts, leaving the problems I couldn't finish till he arrived.  I needed to
get my mind off the picture in my head of him laying in bed naked from the
waist down.
	"Well, I did all the one's I could figure out," I said as he came
to stand next to me.
	"Okay, well, let's see...what...we've......got......here......" he
said, crossing his feet at his ankles and bracing a hand on my desk to lean
over and look closely at my textbook and sheet of paper.
	In that position, his towel opened at the hip and gave me an
unobstructed view inside.  His solid cock and hefty balls spilling heavily out
of the dense explosion of nearly black crotch hair...making it damned hard
for me to think about anything else.
	"Okay, so you're havin' trouble with this one.  Let's see how
far you got..."  He adjusted his position to where his hip was against the
back of my chair and my shoulder was against his thigh only inches from
his fat damp cock.
	"Hmmmm," he continued after looking at my work, "what goes
through your mind when you look at this here?"
	Man, he didn't want to know what I was thinking about right
then??!!
	"Well," I responded, leaning my shoulder closer into his crotch
while trying to seem completely innocent about it, "there's too many x's, y's,
and z's for me t' get it straightened out!"
	"So, what're we tryin' t' do here, son"
	"Figure out what "x" equals."
	"Okay," he leaned in closer, his cock and one ball pressing
firmly into my shoulder and arm, "we need to get the "x" stuff on one side
of the equal-sign and everything else on the other, right?"
	"Uhhhmm, yeah, I suppose....." I responded, only because I
thought that was the right answer to give.  To tell the truth, I couldn't think
about anything but that thick cock pressed against my arm!
	"Okay, so let's.............."
	I heard nothing else, everything from that point on was a blur.
Oh, I answered questions and wrote down what I was supposed to...I
mean, I could still function enough to do that.  But man, having my handsome
father's meaty cock against my arm and shoulder as he talked and shifted
his weight was making it too damned hard to think.
	I was leaning into him, wanting to dive onto his thick adult fuck-
tool...but, I settled for just massaging it with my shoulder whenever I had
any kind of excuse to jostle his package around.
	Shortly, his cock grew to almost fully hard...standing out at a
forty-five degree angle from his hairy crotch.  I pretended not to notice as
he never acknowledged or did anything about it.
	Then, the doorbell rang.
	"Must be the pizza...need t' grab my wallet, son," he said as he
took off out of my room.
	I sat there with my own dick hard as a rock, slowly coming
down from the storm of teenage hormones rushing through me.
	Dad was taking a while, so I went to take a look and peeked
around the corner of the hall into the living room toward the front door.
	No big deal.  Dad was just talking to the young man that drove
the pizza over.  Wait....or, was he!
	The pizza boy kept looking down at Dad's crotch as he stood
there leaning against the doorframe balancing the pizza box on the opposite
arm.  Dad kept looking down into his own crotch, too!  I couldn't hear what
they were saying, but I could see them both chuckling quite a bit.
	WAIT!!  The pizza boy wasn't just looking!  His hand was inside
Dad's towel and I could see his arm moving slowly back and forth!
	I WANTED TO BE THE ONE WITH MY HAND AROUND
MY DAD'S COCK!!
	The pizza guy fell to his knees as Dad dropped his head back
and shoved his hips forward!
	That changed the angle so I got a clear view of the young
sandy-haired delivery boy stretching his lips over my father's swollen meat!
	That fucking bastard!  That was MY dad, for fuck's sake!
	Even though I was pissed and frustrated as all hell, I dropped
my hand down to my own dick as I watched my father's cock being
slobbered over by another guy.
	Dad reached down with his free hand and grabbed the back of
the guy's head and held him in place as he shoved his cock all the way down
his throat.  As he held it there, the guy reached up and grabbed Dad's legs
as the pizza boy's body started jerking around.
	The guy fell back gasping when Dad finally let him go.  He was
smiling from ear to ear though, and stood up squeezing the obvious boner
in his own pants.
	He wiped his mouth and looked over his shoulder, saying some-
thing I still couldn't hear to Dad.  Then, he bent over and swallowed my
father's cock once more before turning and trotting back to his car.
	I headed back to my bedroom, hoping my cock would go down
before Dad called me for dinner.
	I hadn't had much time before Dad called and said it was ready
to eat.
	During dinner, Dad asked me if I knew a guy from a couple
towns over named Andy...a few years a head of me and in his first year of
college. Dad said he'd been the delivery boy.
	No, I told him I didn't know the guy.  The ROTTEN BASTARD
THAT GOT YOUR COCK DOWN HIS THROAT!
	After dinner I wanted to watch a sitcom and Dad wanted to hit
the news.  As we put the plates away, we began arguing jokingly over who
was going to win.
	Suddenly, he chased me into the living room and tackled me in
the floor, pulling my short off in the process.
	"Hey, it needs t' be an even match here afterall!" he laughed.
Just then I realized his towel had dropped off on the way from the kitchen.
	As we wrestled, it wasn't long before we were both sweaty from
the playful exertion and throwing hard rods....his stabbing and pressing into
my belly, back, arms, and legs while mine did the same to him.
	He got me on my side and grabbed for my ass.  His hand slid
inside my sweat-slick crack just before he shoved a thick finger up in there!
	"Since, I gotcha in the ol' "bowlin' ball" hold, I'd say that means
we watch what I want!!" he laughed.
	My body jerked as a groan spilled out of my mouth while my
jaw dropped.
	When my eyes focused, I saw his long solid hard cock pointing
at my face.  His knees were spread wide on the floor as he leaned over me.
	Without thinking, I swooped down on it and took it as far into
my mouth as it could go without pushing into my throat...still leaving over
half that bull-meat outside of my lips.  The girth of it flattened my tongue
against the floor of my mouth.  As wide and fat as Dad's crotch-monster
looked, it felt twice that as it forced my jaw to its limits
	Then, I clamped my teeth down a bit to keep up the appearance
of doing it in the name of "wrestling" and getting to pick the TV program.  I
couldn't help swiping my tongue back and forth against it some, though.  GOD,
it felt sooooooo damned good filling my mouth
	We stayed like that for only a few seconds, breathing hard...me
working my mouth subtly on his cock as he twisted his finger ever so gently
up inside my spasming hole.
	"Um....well...." he said in a gravelly breathless voice,"ummm, I'd
have t' say you got a more dangerous hold on me here, so it's your choice for
what channel the TV goes on t'nite."
	He slowly pulled his finger out of my teenage ass and dragged
his fat meat out of my disappointed mouth.
	"I'll jus' read till your mom gets home," his voice  a little shakey,
"but, you should prob'ly hit the hay before too long."
	"Yeah, you're right.  I should prob'ly go ahead n' turn in." I
answered as we both stood.
	"Well," Dad pulled me against his naked body, pressing his
softening cock into my lower belly, "sleep tight, son."
	"You, too, Dad."  I said back as I made my way down the
hallway.
	As I stripped and climbed into bed, I could hear the ice clinking
into a glass and knew Dad was probably pouring himself a drink.  Hell, I
could sure as hell use one myself right about now!
	Soon I dozed off, though, and relaxed into a deep sleep.
	Sometime later, I awoke to a tinkling sound in my room.
	Without moving, I opened my eyes to find my dad sitting in my
desk chair...facing me...glass in hand...with nothing on...looking over at me
from his place in the dark of the room.  The light from my blinds striped
across him making him look even more dark and intense.
	The sheets were off me from my knees up, one arm was dropped
off the bed to lay on the floor, and my head was right at the edge as I laid
there on my stomach.
	He reached down and lightly stoked the underside of his cock.
 The movement drawing my eyes to the hard cock jutting out from his body.
	My mouth watered as I watched in silence, doing my best to
keep my breathing even.  I laid as still as I could, though my own hardening
dick was bent double underneath me.
	He got up and pushed my chair back to my desk, then walked
silently to my door.  There, he stopped though, and stood there for what
seemed to me like forever!
	He leaned his head against his forearm on the doorframe, before
straightening and downing the last of his drink.
	He stepped out of my room, making me almost cry with disap-
pointment, and then I heard his glass being set on the bathroom counter.
	I reached down quickly and shoved my hard dick down between
my legs since I couldn't stand it being bent in half any longer.  Then, I tried
to lay my arm back on the floor in exactly the same position it'd been in
before just in case he might come back
	I heard a cabinet door close softly before Dad quietly slipped
into my room again.
	He came right up to my bedside this time, and got down on
one knee.
	Gently, he brushed his hand over my backside...then, again...
and then again, but with his hand actually making full contact.  I loved the
feeling...so warm and affectionate...and hated it when his hand left my skin.
	A second later it was back, though, but slippery and cool this
time.  His fingers slipped inside my crack, and I felt something being applied
inside.  As he stoked my butt, it began to feel more and more moist and
slippery.
	Then, I felt a blunt finger at my hole.  I wanted soooo badly to
raise up onto that finger and stuff it inside!!  But, I kept up my act of being
asleep and let Dad go at his own speed.
	His finger slipped in to one knuckle, and then back out again.
He did this repeatedly, teasing me and my ass until I was climbing the walls
inside!  Didn't he know what he was doing to me??!!
	Then, he stuffed that long wide finger all the way in me...each
knuckle setting my ass more on fire as each one opened my butthole further.
	I tilted my head enough that I could look at him, and almost
groaned out loud at seening his big fist stroking his long swollen cock.  He
must've had the same slippery stuff on it that he used on my ass, because
his cock was shiny and his hand slid smoothly across it.
	Once he had his finger buried all the way inside me, his hand
began moving faster over the solid length of his cock and a low quiet groan
escaped his chest.
	He began moving his thick finger in and out of my hole, quiet
slurping sounds coming from the action.  I watched in fascination and heat
as he stroked his slick cock...wishing I could do the same!
	He pulled his finger from my ass and left the room again, though.
I didn't have much time to wonder if he'd come back or just beat off in the
bathroom.  He came right back in with a towel or washcloth or something,
roughly rubbing it over his big cock.
	He knelt at the side of my bed again, but this time near my head.
He leaned over and moved his hand to my ass, slipping that tortorous finger
back up inside me.
	With the other hand, though, he guided his cock to my lips!
	Pretending to stay asleep, I let him gently force my lips open
with the head of substantial daddy meat.  As it had earlier that night, it
forced my jaw as wide as it could go.
	I waited a few seconds...frustrating seconds...before I clamped
my lip muscles down and lashed my tongue over the fat spongy head my
father's cock.  I sucked with a fury and swept my tongue against the wide
head in every direction I could think of!
	He groaned quietly, sounding almost pained as he leaned
further over my bed.
	He slowed moving his thick finger inside me as another slick
hand reached down to my balls.
	"Oh, yes," quietly slipped out of his mouth as his hand came in
contact with my hard cock.
	I had to raise my hips some as his big work-roughened paw
wrapped around my teenage meat and began to stroke in the same rhythm
as his thick finger plowed into my ass.
	As he stoked my ass and my dick, he began moving his own
rigid cock as much in and out of my mouth...as much as he could in that
position, anyway.
	His massaging of my young ass and dick was bringing me
to the edge, when his actions increased.
	The fat head of his cock, along with the inch or so more of his
shaft, began jabbing into my mouth roughly while his hand gripped my dick
tighter and jerked it demandingly.  At the same time, the finger inside me
was joined by another and began stroking the inside walls of my fifteen year
old ass as they plunged deeply inside!
	I don't think either of us realized I'd wrapped my arm around
his thigh, because I was holding onto his leg with a death grip when the
first volley of cum hit the back of my throat and he tried to pull away.
	Once I felt the force of it slam against the inside of my mouth
and the sweet salty taste of the first jets, I began to lose it myself.
	As load after load of his cum splattered and filled my mouth, my
own spewed out of my cock...all over his hand...and onto the sheets of
my bed!
	I sucked desperately!  Lost in the sensations ripping through my
body, I forgot all about feigning sleep.  I sucked like a madman, slurping
and suctioning to get every drop of my father's thick tasty cum.  I didn't
want to leave even a trace of that milky syrup still inside him.  I wanted it
ALL!!
	Finally, he dislodged himself from my grip and stumbled back-
ward onto his feet.
	"Oh jesus...oh jesus...oh jesus..." he whispered breathlessly as
he reached down and fisted his cock a few times and ran his other hand
through his hair.
	"Aw, hell," he muttered pulling the hand from his hair with the
realization he'd just just slicked my cum through it.
	He dropped both hands to his sides and looked down at me
while his breath began becoming more even and normal.
	Suddenly, as if realizing the mess that was now on me and my
bed, he began searching on the floor for the cloth he'd brought earlier to
clean his cock off for my mouth.
	He found it and dropped to his knees at my face.
	"Fuck..." he said, gently wiping my chin and mouth before moving
down to try and mop up what he could of the mess of my load on the sheet
underneath me.
	Satisfied he'd gotten what he could, he sat back on his heels.  I
could feel him looking at me even with my eyes closed tightly.
	"Gotta get this under control..." he whispered so low I almost
couldn't make out what he said.
	"My own son..." he muttered, as he pulled the sheet part way
over me.
	He stopped, though, and slid his hand back into the slick cleft
of my boy-butt.
	He stayed there a bit, and then slid a finger back inside my
tight hole.
	"God..." he groaned, removing his finger from my insides and
pulling the sheet up to my waist, "such a handsome sweet boy..."
	A hand came up to lightly stroke the back of my hair before he
sighed deeply and left my room.
	I wrapped my arms around my pillow, pulling it tightly against
me...drifted in the feeling of the cum-soaked sheets against my thighs, the
slick wet feeling between the cheeks of my ass, the raw feeling of my hole,
and the taste of his thick cum coating the inside of my mouth...wondering
how our camping trip this weekend was going to turn out.