Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2011 23:09:05 -0800 (PST) From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com> Subject: Teddy's Discovery This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all characters is entirely a figment of the author's imagination. For those of you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving at this time. This story may contain scenes of a graphic nature between father and his sons, or under age boys and adult males, which may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. 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She was smiling as I walked over, hands on her hips. She beamed as she told me how glad she was I was helping Hank. (Hank? Mr. Fowler's name was Hank?) She said they'd been unable to have children, something else I hadn't known or taken much notice of. But she said she knew Hank had always wanted a son to do things with. I had a feeling she didn't know the half of it ! But, then I couldn't be sure about Mr. Fowler and his reasons. Heck, I still didn't understand what was going on here myself! She finally let me get back to work, and Mr. Fowler (Hank) asked her if she needed help with the groceries. She just laughed and replied he wasn't getting in her house till he'd showered and changed clothes. I was just baffled by that. I mean the longer we worked, the better he looked and the more rich he smelled! I kept getting in trouble for missing spots as I raced through painting my areas to get closer to him over and over. The wet wifebeater, the soaked shorts (especially knowing part of that was my fault), the sweat on his furry arms and legs..over his shiny slick head and brow, and the masculine scent pouring off him kept hitting me like the bourbon did earlier! He seemed almost angry about what happened in the bathroom, though. Gone was the grin and little hints of affection. He was stern and demanding, and a real bastard about me doing a perfect job. Praise was almost non-existent. I was afraid he was going to say he didn't want my help after today. I was miserable. As the sun started going down, he said for us to start cleaning up. We'd finished three of the four outer walls along with all the trim, but didn't get the fourth side done. We carried the brushes and cans to the side of the garage and began washing the brushes out. Balanced back in a squat and resting on his heels, Mr. Fower's cock and balls were pressed out against the almost transparent sweat-soaked white shorts. I was on auto-pilot, washing the same brush for the third time staring at how his balls rolled and cock shifted as he worked. I looked up and saw him looking up at me from under his eyebrows with his head tilted downward at cleaning his own paint brushes. I was caught again. I just knew I was now going to get "the boot." Still boring his eyes into mine, he said, "Well, son, y' did good t'day. And, I know I'm a hard man t' work for...but, after you got your head in the game, you gave it your all. I'm proud of ya, boy." I felt myself get hot with embarassment from the sudden and unexpected praise from this domineering and exacting man. Something about him saying that made me want to touch him again more than ever, and my horny sixteen year old dick swelled in its own response even though I was confused as all hell at yet another of his sudden changes in attitude toward me. He dropped his eyes down to his grossly obvious set of "personal tools" and flexed that thick snake in his shorts so it pushed even farther down his thigh before he looked up at me dead in the eyes and continued on. "It was good spendin' the day with ya, too, champ." His voice getting low and gravelly again, "You remind me a my best buddy in the army, Kip Hausch." His eyes seemed to be looking at me and through me at the same time, "He was about your size and colorin.' Always did his best n' more. Always seemed to know just what t' do in any situation, n' always wanted everybody happy. Funny thing about Kip, champ..."champ," I got used t' hearin' your daddy call ya that when he'd talk about you at the plant, hope y' don't mind." I just shook my head, kind of dazed as it felt like this was a rare conversation for this bull of a man to have with anyone, much less someone so far from his equal. "The funny thing about Kip wasn't how we clicked immediately or how we became about as close as any two fellas can get. Nope, it was when he came home with me on leave and met Pop and Momma. See Momma knew instantly when she set eyes on him. Pop took a couple minutes and more'n a few looks at her before it him between the eyes. Two years before they got married....well, the main thing is it turned out Kip's my brother. And, I'll be damned if you aren't just like what he must've been like at your age. Young, nicely filled out with that star athlete build, full of life with wide-eyed wonder, n' ready t' take on the world..." He finally dropped his eyes down to the ground in front of him, "Well, I'll jus' say t'day's been a pleasure." Then he looked up at me and winked droppin' one of those huge hands down to run his thumb over the thick outline of his cock, "In more ways'n one." He stood and stretched flexing his whole body while he was at it. Mr. Fowler was built better than any man I'd ever seen in real life. And, built better "everwhere!? "Now, let's get this all put away, I'll finish the house next week- end while you're on your campin' trip. The weekend after, I should be ready for us t' start tacklin' the remodel of the bathroom in our bedroom. For now, though, let's get your butt home, son...you must be tired." I smiled and stood, and helped get everything put away. Fifteen minutes later, he'd told Marilynn he'd be back soon and we were in his truck heading out for the forty-five minute drive over to my folks' place. We got to the end of the two mile drive from the house out to the road, there was nothing but farm land in those parts and it was miles between any two farms. He got out and opened the cattle gate. Then, he came around to the passenger side and opened the door. "Move over into the center, Teddy, I left your dad's power- washer out here so I wouldn't forget it. I'm just gonna put it in here beside you so it doesn't get bounced around in the back." After wedging it in he drove on through the gate, got back out to close it up, and then climbed in again. He put the truck in gear and threw an arm around my shoulder as we pulled onto the farmroad pressed against each other in the now cramped cab space. As we drove, he let go of the wheel off long enough to grab my left hand out of my own lap and place it firmly over the soft spongy ridge of lazy cock nestled inside his thin shorts. I couldn't look up at him. All I could do was massage that soft slab of wonder of his and roll it back and forth under my hand. He exhaled deeply as his meat thickened and hardened as I kneaded it more firmly wanting to feel it turn to steel. "Take it out," he rasped breathlessly. I tugged and got the snap open, and zipped the fly all the way down. But, he was too hard and too far down the leg of the shorts for me to haul it out without bringing a handful of Mr. Fowler's pelt of leg fur with it. "Pull 'em down, goddamn it!" he growled with impatience. "But, how do..." I started to say. "Just do it, boy !" So I pulled as he lifted his hips, but I still couldn't get them off. "Hell...fuck it..." and he pulled off the road and nosed his truck down one of the makeshift service roads people often cleared for easy access to remote areas of their land. He stopped the truck and surprised me by getting out. I just sat there as he came to the passenger side, opened the door, and put the powerwasher into the truck's bed. He came back to his open door and stood there, his cock making an obscene tent in his shorts, and growled at me to get over on my side. I just knew I'd blown it. When he got back in, though, he jerked his shorts down to his ankles and then just leaned back in the seat crossing his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes and sat there for a minute as I waited, not knowing what to expect now and growing frightened as I sat there silently. "Teddy?" he said low and quiet. I scooted around on my side of the pick-up and turned a bit toward him...watching his wide-stretched chest rise and fall. "Yes sir?" "Son, I want you t' get over here now and..." I DOVE across the seat, grabbed his fat jerking slab of sweaty bull meat and rubbed it all over my lips, nose, and cheeks. I stroked it wanting to get that flow of precum going so I could get it all over my face before I sucked it into my mouth. I got what I wanted as it started flexing and drooling all over my lips and face. I swept my tongue out to taste it. I wanted to make this last as I figured I wouldn't see Mr. Fowler for two weeks! I attacked that leaky demanding cock like a starving puppy with his first scrap of food in a week. And, oh god, my nose and chest were filled with the musky scent of his cock and balls...sweat, mixed with my cum from earlier, and his on my face. Those smells were beginning to mean something to me... something hot, forbidden, and overwhelming. I didn't even realize I was doing it, or I probably would have been grossed out and stopped myself. But before I could think about it, I stretched up and buried my face in his exposed armpits. Still stroking is steel-hard drooling cock in my fist, I thrashed my face back and fourth in the sweat and earthy dampness of his pits. I heard him gasp as his cock jumped in my hand which spurred me even further to open my mouth to that extremely masculine of places and sweep my tongue over every inch. "JESUS, BOY, SUCK ME...SUCK ME, FUCKIN' NOW !!!" he demanded as he grabbed my head and shoved it down on his cock. I was too damned turned on to care that he had a steel grip on my head and neck, and that he wasn't letting me suck his fat monster..he was fucking my mouth and throat! Fucking my face hard, slamming my head down till my chin was pressing against bone under his skin and his cock was stretching my throat all to hell!!! Tears were pouring out of my eyes and I was gagging repeatedly as he raped my face, pounding me onto him as he fucked his hips up off the seat to drive it even deeper toward my belly!! Then, he roared at the top of his lungs and plunged it deep inside me! I felt it flexing inside my throat!! I knew it was unloading all that incredible cum and I was getting to taste none of it!! I pushed back against his thighs, bruising his fingers into my skull as he tried to hold me there spewing his sperm into my belly. But he was weakening his grip as he kept cumming and I pulled back just enough to suddenly have my mouth filled with everything that powerful man had to feed my hungry mouth. I was sucking every last drop out like a newborn calf when I realized he'd stopped moving completely. I slowed and started to no avail to pull off. "Boy," he growled low and mean, "don't you EVER do that again. You take it how I give it to you with respect and obedience if nothin' else. You hear me, son?" I tried to pull of to answer, but he held me in place. I didn't know what to do. "You hear me, boy??" he asked again, even lower this time and every bit the hard-ass foreman. I had no choice. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and barely managed to mumble out, "Yes, Sir!" around his massive meat. "Good, now, get out." My eyes went wide and I jerked up in confusion. Eyes narrowed to slits, he glared at me and said very quietly and low, "Don't...make me tell you again." God, how did I always seem to get into trouble with this man??? I backed out of the cab on my knees till my feet hit the ground, as he got out of his side and stormed around to mine. He grabbed my by the shoulders and spun me around before shoving my head down and against the side of the truck, bending me at the waist. "Now, keep your head there, boy, until I tell you otherwise." He stepped back and jerked my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. Then he stepped back up and grabbed both my wrists, and pinned them behind my back in one big calloused paw. He pressed his hips against mine, his semi-hard cock snuggled in the crack of my ass. He ground into me as his free hand reached around and slid up my belly to my chest. There he grazed it across my left nipple, sending electricity shooting down to my cock, toes, and out the top of my head. My cock that had gone soft with fear now jumped in my crotch, slapping against my belly as he grasped my nipple between his sandpaper thumb and forefinger..and twisted. I cried out, my cock suddenly straining for release..my balls tight against my crotch churning with the kind of desperate need I would find rare later in life. He had me, he owned me, I had no choice. Then, he yanked his hand away and I heard him spit. The same kind of warm wet feeling I'd had in the barn the yesterday, just before my dad woke me up in the lounge chair, slid down the crack of my ass as he took a small step back. Still clamping my wrists behind my back with one hand, he slid the other between my cheeks. He ran that hand back and forth, scraping the tender flesh only my father had touched before...and, even that time was only for a few seconds. Where Mr. Fowler's touch on my nipple sent electricity shooting through me, my dad's boss' hand stroking across my butthole sent shivers rippling through me and made me feel as if I was somehow melting from somewhere very deep inside. Then, his hand stopped and his thick fingers began teasing and burrowing into my hole. In a fleeting moment of sanity, I thanked heaven for that time some friends made fun of the "racing stripe" in my underwear when I was very young. Ever since then, I'd washed and made sure I was clean any time I had to use the toilet as I never wanted to be embarassed again. Then, I was lost again in the feelings radiating through me from my young little hole out to every extremity. I gasped and went up on my toes as he slid one of those long sausage-sized fingers up into me. I must've cried out again because he leaned over me and asked, "You like that, Teddy? Tell me, star running back, tell me you like me opening up that boy-tail." All I could do was moan and gasp for air. He yanked my wrists up higher on my back, just enough to put tension there....I got the message. "Ohhhhhh gawwwwd, yes sir....." I gasped as he slid his finger in deeper, "Ohh god, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, I like what you're doing to my butt...my butthole, sir, yessssssss sirrrrrrrrrrrrrr...." Suddenly he touched something inside me, and I KNEW I cried out this time!! My head spun out of countrol as he continued stroking and massaging something up inside me that was frying my brain!! Then, he twisted his finger back and forth as he pulled it in and out before returning to that spot . He let go of my wrists to wrap that arm around my waist as my father's boss pressed hard and rolled his finger against that spot just as my dick spewed forth a bigger load than I'd ever shot before!!!!! I thrashed back against him, my head slamming against his heavily muscled chest, as he quietly whispered, "It's all right, Teddy, you're gonna be fine. Just ride it out, my boy," he pulled me tighter against him, "just ride it out....." He slid his finger out of my still clenching butt, my body still reeling with what had just exploded inside me. Holding me tighly, but tenderly now. He softly stroked my crack and my cheeks as his chin drop- ped to the top of my head. Quietly with low burn in his voice, "Now, Teddy, no more mistakes. Do what I tell you." He rubbed his chin against my head as he continued stroking my ass. "I know what I'm doin,' there's no reason for you t' ever question or second guess me. Do we understand each other? Because I think, handsome boy, it's clear I understand YOU better than you do." "Yes sir," I managed to get out. Before I could stop myself, I turned in his arms and reached up to kiss him on the lips. As my mouth opened to him, my eyes shot open in fear I'd just crossed a line and I started to immediately pull away. "Don't." was all he said as he wrapped one huge arm around my neck and pulled me into the deepest longest kiss I'd ever had. His mouth eased mine further open and his thick tongue swept inside filling me. His tongue caressed mine, conquered, thrust down into my throat, and then withdrew to slide over my lower and then my upper lip. Then, he pulled back just a bit and kissed me lightly on the forehead, and then pressed the side of my face into his chest. I could have stayed there the rest of my life. "As much as I'd rather do otherwise," he whispered into the hair on the top of my head, "I have t' get you home to your parents and me back home to dinner and Marilyn. So, let's get you dressed." I waited as he pulled my shorts and underwear back up for the stern, intimidating hard-ass to return. Instead, he drove me home running his hand back and forth across my thigh, the back of my neck, my shoulders, and ruffling my hair. It would be two weeks before I saw that hard-ass side of him again. Boy, had I been looking forward to it, too !